Chapter 5

I make my way down to Chris' locker room where I can clearly hear Louis crying from the outside. I enter the room to see Chris rocking Louis and talking to Wade. "Honestly, I don't know what's wrong with him!" Chris said, exasperated.

"I do," I sigh, crossing over to Chris and taking Louis from him. "he wants his mama." I don't want him to think that I don't want my son around Wade Barett. I mean, he's Chris' rookie and friend. Plus, I don't know if he gets the same creepy vibe from Wade that I do. I don't want to seem like I hate a guy when I don't even know him.

"How did the meeting with Vince go?" Chris asks, wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

"I'll be starting off the show tonight with Jerry and Micheal when I walk out to my position as the new announcer."

"New announcer? Good. Nice to see we'll have a female touch to the show," Wade smiles. Well, it's not a real smile, it's more of a smirk. And I don't' like it.

"A female touch? Isn't that what we have Micheal Cole for?" I jokingly ask, trying to ignore this feeling that I get from Wade. And no, before you ask, it isn't love. Trust me, even when I thought I hated Chris I knew that there was something else there. I don't hate Wade. I just…I'm not sure what to make of him. I've never seen him fight, I've never seen him cut a promo, never. I'll have to catch him tomorrow on NXT.

Wade laughs, "That's a good one."

Chris smirks, "That is. Anyways, Wade and I have to go work out before the show. Text me when you're getting ready to run out to the ring and I'll come look after Louis. Who knows, I may put Wade to his real use as a rookie and make him baby sit."

"Chris, can I talk to you for a moment," I say as Wade walks out of the room.

"Sure," nods Chris, "whats up?"

"I…don't you get a funny feeling from Wade?"

"Funny feeling? Don't tell me my own wife thinks he's charming like every other girl on the roster," Chris sighs.

"No, it's not that. I promise, I could never even think about another man other than you."

"Well, except for your Gerard Way obsession," Chris teases.

I giggle, "Hey, that's different! I'll never be able to meet Gerard Way."

"Well, My Chemical Romance is doing the theme song for TLC." Chris says.

I pause for a moment, "Wait a minute, this isn't what we started out talking about. Wade. Do you get a weird feeling when your around him or not?"

"If this has to do with your opinion that you think Wade's evil, that's not true. We talked about it. The whole babies crying thing is just a wives tale, I told you that sweetie."

"I dunno, even if that's not true, he's got something about him…" I sigh.

"Everything will be fine, I promise." Chris kisses my nose. "Now, I'm going to work out with my rookie. Are you going to be okay in here?"

"Yeah, yeah I will be." I smile, "Try not to get hurt out there baby."

"I will. Try not to get hurt that is," Chris nods and leaves. I put Louis on the floor and he lays there cooing. I look down at him and get my computer out of my bag, turning it on and getting it on toddler tunes for Louis. He loves his music. Chris and I, even though we're not encouraging him to be a rock star like his father, want him to be cultured. I read in some magazine that music helps children get smarter. Maybe if he gets smarter he won't end up like me and in a career that I wanted to originally give up to be able to look out for him.

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A few minutes after Louis has fallen asleep, Chris walks in the room smelling of the gym. To most that would mean he smells gross and sweaty but to me that smell is invigorating, powerful and I have to remind myself that there is a child in the room and that I have to be out in the ring in a little bit before I would be kissing and making out with Chris. He wraps his arm around me and I smile, "You smell like gym."

"Sorry," he laughs.

"No, don't be." I say, kissing him gently. It's not just a quick peck on the lips either. Even though it's just a short kiss, it's one full of the fire that rivals any of the kissing we've done since the night Louis was born.

"Wow," Chris breaths lightly.

"Yeah…wow…" I smile, batting my eyelashes. "Well…I guess I have to go to the ring now…"

"I'll be watching," Chris smiles, "and when it gets time for my match, I'm taking Louis down to Natalya's room. I already talked to her so yes, it's set up."

"What? I thought you were going to get Wade to look after him," I say.

"Well, you didn't want him to so I thought I'd get someone that we both agree on." Chris smiles at me sweetly.

"Your such a good husband," I smile.

"I try," he replies. "Knock em dead babe."

I nod and leave the room, waiting backstage with Micheal Cole and Jerry Lawler. "It's good to see a friendly face on the broadcasting team." Jerry smiles, extending a hang.

"Well thanks Jerry. You were always really cool." I say, shaking his hand. "It's an honor to be working with you and Micheal Cole."

"Really? Because I'm not to thrilled to have to share the broadcast table with a diva who gave up what could have been an illustrious career." Micheal sneers at me. I can tell he's bitter but I don't know why.

Jerry shrugs him off, "Don't mind him. He's just bitter because the only reason that we even need a third person in the team is because Vince isn't happy with his broadcasting and he was told that. You're a good member of the team, or I think you will be."

"Thanks again Jerry." I nod as his theme music hits. He walks out to the fans cheering and minutes later is followed by Micheal Cole. Then my theme music hits, "I DON'T WANNA WASTE MY TIME/BECOME ANOTHER CASUALTY OF SOCIETY/I'LL NEVER FALL IN LINE/BECOME ANOTHER VICTIM OF YOUR CONFORMITY…" as soon as my music hits the fans erupt into a burst of cheers. They must think I'm here to wrestle again. One of the tech guys hands me a microphone on my way out to the ring and tells me to get in there and tell them that I'm not there to wrestle. So, I do just that. I climb in the ring and wait for the cheering to die down.

"Well, isn't it great to be back here on Monday Night Raw! I've missed all the fans, all the signs, and yes people even all the booing," I laugh, "Well, I was talking to Vince and since I did have a child since the last time all of you have seen me, I wanted to take a less action filled job. I think I should be an announcer, and so does Vince." I take the microphone and over to the seat and put on my headset.

"Well folks you heard it here, welcome to Monday Night Raw!"