I tried to keep this as accurate as possible based on my experience with 4 pregnancies and 2 live births. I also did my best to research the little details, so hopefully I got it right. Sienna

Chapter 2

Lexi pushed open the infirmary door, only to have a sudden attack of nerves causing her to turn on her heel. Maybe she wasn't quite as ready for this as she thought. She managed one step when Dr. Amman's voice stopped her cold.

"Lexi?"

Digging deep for strength, she turned back to face him. There was no backing out now. He'd want to know why she was here and damn it, even if she didn't want the truth, she needed it. He was grinning as she turned back and let the heavy door close behind her. "To what do I owe this visit?"

With shaky hands, she reached into her bag, pulled out the little white stick and tossed it to him to him.

His brow knit. "It's a pregnancy test."

"I know that," she nearly spat, then tried to force a deep breath. It wasn't his fault she was was having a mental break down. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you, but I'm a little freaked out right now."

"Why?"

"Because it's showing a positive result." She let her bag tumble off her shoulder to the floor as a sick slide of panic cut through her system and she began to pace. "How can that be?" Her heart damn near stuck in her throat as she asked the question, causing her to choke. "After the accident I was told I couldn't get pregnant. I cried for weeks. I went through therapy." She tossed her hands in the air while the words tumbled from her now, damn near stumbling over each other on the way out. "I've spent years coming to terms with my deficiencies and now this?" She pointed her finger at the test. "If I can't get pregnant then how can that-" She pointed to the test. "Be positive?"

The smile he wore faded as he held up his hands and skirted the table toward her. "Okay. Okay. Why don't you sit down here and take a few deep breaths?" He guided her to the table and helped her sit. "There has to be a reasonable explanation. We'll get to the bottom of whatever is going on, okay?"

She nodded even as she fought to keep the tears at bay. "I'm sorry," she murmured even as sourness started in her stomach and her mind continued to churn. "I'm not usually like this."

"I know," he replied as he eased her back onto the table.

"I'm just so conflicted right now." She raised a hand to her head and struggled to hold back the tears. "I'm angry that the damn test is positive, yet I desperately want it to be true. But I know I can't be true and hearing you tell me its a false positive is going to be so painful." The last thing she wanted was to get her hopes, up only to have her dreams crushed yet again when the test was wrong.

What if it wasn't wrong? That thought came racing back yet again and demanded consideration. It was almost more terrifying than facing disappointment. Not because she was anything but ready for a baby, but because she wanted it so badly. Almost from day one, she caught herself dreaming about being able to have children with Roman. She'd only allowed the dreams because she knew those fantasies was all she'd ever have when it came to having babies with him, but now… She silently shook her head in an attempt to dislodge the confusing thoughts.

"Medicine isn't an exact science, Lexi. There's always a chance the doctors were wrong."

She huffed out a breath. "Believe me I've thought about that, but why wouldn't I have gotten pregnant before now? I mean it's been nearly a year since Roman and I got together. In all that time we've never used protection and we've been extremely active….if you know what I mean."

His smile returned now. "Yeah, I know what you mean. When was your last period?"

"Two months ago."

He stopped, his eyes widening. "Two months?"

She shrugged. "I've had a little spotting, but yeah, about two months ago."

His brow knit. "When did you take this test?" he asked as he moved to a cabinet.

"This morning, but it can't possibly be right," she said as she rested the back of her hand on her forehead. Already she was starting to feel a little better. Talking to Doc seemed to help settle her nerves. "I mean the one I took last month said the same thing, but they're wrong. They have to be wrong."

Doctor Amann, stopped a second time. His eyes were wide when he turned back to her. "You took one of these tests last month?"

She nodded. "I've been having some strange symptoms off and on for about six weeks or so and when I misses my period last month," she sighed. "I mean even though I knew it wasn't possible, it was the only thing that made sense-"

"So you took a test," he finished her sentence. "And it was positive?"

"Yeah." She pressed a hand against a sudden tightness in her chest. Why had she taken the stupid test to being with? All it had accomplished was to make her crazy.

He closed the cabinet door he just opened, turned to his rolling cart and pulled out a needle and a tube.

"What are you doing?"

"First, I'm taking some blood, so I can run some tests. Then you're going to strip so I can do a pelvic exam."

"Is that really necessary?" she asked as she held her arm still for him. She couldn't think of a single woman she knew who would want to subject themselves to an unnecessary pelvic exam. "I mean what can you learn from a pelvic exam?"

He arched a brow. "More than you think."

When he finished drawing blood, he stepped away and turned to the counter. Lexi's legs trembled as she slid off the table and stripped, then slipped back onto the table and covered with a blanket. How was it she could face crowds of thousands on a daily basis, get banged up in the ring and risk permanent injury constantly, but this...this entire situation had her as frightened as a little girl?

She eased down into the correct position, then closed her eyes and tried to relax as Dr. Amman began the exam. It only took a minute for him to move the chair back and pull off his gloves. "Where's Roman right now?"

Surprised by the question, she opened her eyes and frowned. "Why?"

"You have a definite mucus plug, Lexi." He grinned. "I think he'll want to be here for what I'm gonna do next."

She blinked in confusion. "Mucus plug? Why? What are you going to do next?"

He simply smiled in response. "Call Roman."

Roman's mind raced as he jogged down the hallway toward the infirmary. He and the boys had just finished a strategy session with creative when Lexi called. When he'd left her at the hotel earlier that morning, she hadn't been feeling well...again. He'd threatened to take her to Doctor Amman himself if she wouldn't go on her own. Knowing he'd make good on his threat she'd promised him she would go.

He was glad she had, but now he was concerned for an entirely different reason. Despite her assurances that nothing was wrong, he could hear the fear in her voice and it sent his heart beating into triple speed. Lexi wasn't afraid of anything. Lexi didn't get upset and cry like a normal woman. No, she got angry and hurt people. That's part of what made her such a great wrestler.

"If she said nothing is wrong, then it's probably nothing, right?" Dean asked as he rushed to keep up.

"Yeah, bro. I'm sure whatever it is, its not nearly as big as she's making it sound," Seth added.

Roman wanted to believe them. Hell, he desperately needed to believe them, but he could still remember how she'd had Dr. Amman set her arm without pain meds. She'd been in agony, yet she'd barely uttered a whimper. The fact was, his little spitfire didn't upset easily. Whatever was going on, he had no doubt it was something big if it had her near hysterics.

They reached the closed door and stopped. "You want us to come in with you?" Seth asked.

Roman shook his head. "No. She wanted me, not us." He held up a hand. "Just wait here. I'll let you know what's going on as soon as I know something."

Taking a deep breath, he pushed opened the door and stepped inside. A frown immediately claimed his features as he stared at Lexi lying on the exam table. She was pale and her face a mask of concern. "Sweetheart, what's going on?"

He crossed to her and she reached for his hand. "Why are you lying down and why are you partially naked?"

Doctor Amman set a small computer looking device on top of the rolling cart. "I asked her to call you. I thought you'd want to be here for this."

"For what?" Roman looked from Lexi to Doctor Amman and back. Why did she look so upset, yet Doctor Amman appeared calm, almost happy? "What's that thing?" He pointed to the computer.

"This is a portable ultrasound machine." He snapped his fingers. "Now I just have to find the transvaginal wand. You know," he began, almost conversationally as he opened a drawer on the cart, closed it, then opened another. "When we purchased this machine it came with several different attachments. Ah...there it is." Roman's eyes widened as Doc pulled out a long wicked looking wand shaped device. Doctor Amman smiled. "You know, I've never used this attachment before. I hope it works."

"Works for what?" Roman asked as he felt his patience thinning.

Doctor Amman plugged the attachment into the device, then covered the end with a glove like sleeve. He paused, a grin claimed his face. "To see your baby."

Roman could feel the blood drain from his face. With his free hand, he absently reached out for the spare chair. The single word echoed in his ears as he turned his attention to Lexi. Tears welled in those fear filled eyes and despite the shock, he finally understood what was going on. "B-baby?" he murmured as his attention cut from the screen to Lexi's terrified face. That's why she'd been nauseous in the mornings. That's why she'd been so moody. That's why her breasts had become so tender he could barely touch her without her flinching.

Doctor Amman moved between Lexi's legs. "Lexi, I'm going to insert the wand. It's the best way for us to get a good image of what's going on inside. You're going to feel some pressure when the sensor tip presses against your cervix. It's normal, okay?"

She swallowed hard and nodded as her fingers tightened against Romans. Roman trained his eyes on the screen. It took a few minutes before he spotted the small blinking dot. Doctor Amman's smile widened. With his free hand he pointed to the blip on the screen. "See this little peanut shaped blinking dot?"

"Yeah?" Roman nodded.

"That's your baby and that blip is the heartbeat. You will, of course get a more accurate assessment once Lexi goes to see her OBGYN, but for our purposes right now, I'd say that judging by what I see here and what Lexi's told me, I'd estimate your little one is somewhere between eight and ten weeks in development."