Chapter 7

Needless to say, between Louis crying all night and the news that I found out at the arena, I didn't sleep last night. I want to tell Chris, I want to tell him so badly. But something inside of me isn't letting me. I don't know if Wade was just saying that to be saying it to keep himself from getting beat up or if it's all true. If it isn't true and I tell Chris, he'll be angry at me and I don't want to risk this relationship. I know, that sounds stupid but I really want to keep him happy and keep him and his rookie together. Again, I know it's stupid to think something so small is going to risk our relationship but then again, I've seen relationships break up because of less. For instance Kofi and Mickie broke up, or so I'm told, when Mickie was sent to TNA. Then again, if you knew the relationship between WWE and TNA you may think more of that being a major break down.

That's not the point, right now I'm sitting in the hotel room listening to the water running and trying to decide if I should give Louis his bath now or after he gets on the plane. This will be his first plane ride and I'm a little worried. Chris has to be at the arena later than I do, because it has to look like he's getting there at around 9, but I have to be there earlier so that means I have to find a babysitter for Louis. I don't know who I'm going to ask. I thought about Natalya but she has a match with The Hart Foundation before Chris gets there and I have to commentate for it so I don't know if I'll be able to have her do it. I'd ask Evan but I know he would probably love the alone time with his girlfriend. I can't think of who else I should ask to babysit Louis. Then it hits me like a ton of bricks, or even better, like one of his hits would hit me. I shift Louis to one hip and then smile as I grab my cell phone from my pocket. ~Hey Mark! Are you going to be on Raw tonight?~

It takes a while and Chris is out of the shower, dressed in a suit (which causes me to ponder why he's so dressed up) before I get my response, ~Yes ma'am. And I'm surpised that you haven't come by to see me before now! Good job on commentating though.~

~Thanks Mark! Can I ask you a favor? Chris isn't going to be able to make it to the arena until like 9 and I need someone to baby sit Louis, our son. Could you do it?~

~I would love to! I'll even take the tyke early if you want me to. Me and the missus have two of our own you know.~

I'm sort of stunned by this. I didn't even know that he was married, let alone, had kids. ~Well thanks Mark. I'll talk it out with Chris to see if you need to take Louis before then. Him and Louis are attached at the hip!~

~I know how that is. My oldest little boy, Kyle, was a clinger. Well, text me back in a few. I have to do the rounds and make sure everyone is awake.~ Mark texts before I sit on the bed.

Chris smiles, "What was that?"

"I was talking to Mark about babysitting for the time while I'm at the arena and you're not. I mean, you don't want to show up and have to worry about a baby in the limo. Plus it would give you time to look mean. Can you imagine if you got spit up on your nice suit in the limo? That'd be hard to explain to the fans and to Josh Matthews."

"Meg, Josh Matthews isn't a backstage interviewer anymore. He moved to the table. We have this new guy Scott…oh god what's his name…uh…Speedman?"

"Um, it's definitely not Scott Speedman. Scott Speedman is the man in Underworld. Think again."

"Scott…um…god…Stanford! That's his name! Scott Stanford! He's the new guy!" Chris says, smiling.

"Good boy do you want a cookie or a doggie biscuit?" I teasingly ask, rubbing his head like he's a dog.

"Can I really have a cookie?" he asks me with wide eyes.

I laugh and smile, "Sure. If you wanna buy one from the hotel resteraunt be my guest. So can Mark baby sit? And he offered to take Louis before I leave for work so we could have some alone time."

Chris looks at Louis and then gives me a look, "Do we really have to let Mark babysit right now?"

I would be lying if I said that comment didn't get me a little downhearted. I love our son and I love the fact that Chris never wants to be without him sure, but…well…it has been a while since Chris and I have been able to have a nice and peaceful time to ourselves. I'm being a bit selfish I guess but I really do like it when I don't have to share him on the rare occasions when my mother and father would be in town and they would look after Louis for the evening so Chris and I could go see a movie. I smile, "That's fine by me."

Chris holds Louis and smiles, tickling him. They really are wonderful to see together. I text Mark back, ~We're not gonna give you Louis right now but I'll bring him by when it's time for me to go to work. Thanks for doing this. I really do need someone I can trust when it comes to baby sitting.~

A few seconds back I get, ~It's all good Meg. You know as well as I do that you and the rest of the group are like my children.~

~That's right, Papa Mark.~

~Hardy har har.~ he sends back a few seconds later, while I'm typing up my response he says, ~I'm going to go eat with my family now. I'll text later when I get back to the arena.~

I nod and send back, ~That's cool. Have a good time with the family.~ I put my phone down and look at Chris, "What did the big man have to say?"
"Pretty much that it's cool if we don't give him to Mark now. He and the family are going out to eat. I-" When I feel my phone go off, I answer it. "Hello?"

"Mrs. Irvine? This is Jerry Lawler."

"Oh, hey Jerry. You can call me Meghan if you want." I smile, "What do I owe the pleasure of this call?"

"Well, Micheal Cole and I were going to be getting lunch so we could talk over tonight's show and what we know is going to happen. That way no one's comments catch anyone else off guard. I was wondering if you wanted to joing us. I mean, you are a part of the announcing team," Jerry's voice sounds on the other end. I gave them both this number in case this was to happen. I mean, there were some instances last night where I would say something and it would strike both Micheal Cole and Jerry Lawler speechless. And you know something is bad when Jerry Lawler is sitting at ringside speechless.

I put my hand over the receiver of the phone, "Jerry Lawler wants me to go to lunch with him and Micheal Cole to talk over what we're going to be talking about in the few matches that we know are going to happen at the house show. Is it okay if I leave Louis with you and I call if I'm not going to be back to the room before I leave for work?"

Chris nods, "Whatever you need to do."

I take my hand off of the receiver, "Sure. I'll be there in ten, fifteen minutes. See you then." I hang up the phone and throw my hair into a tight ponytail before kissing Chris lightly on the lips and kissing Louis sweetly. "I'll try to be back soon. If not, then I'll see you two after the show. Make sure he eats before you drop him off with Mark please."

Chris nods, "Be safe out there. I'd have Wade go with you-"

I cut him off, "No, you don't have to have that happen."

"I wish you would give him a chance. He's not that bad of a guy," Chris sighs. If only he knew what I knew. "But if you don't like him I guess that's your perogitive as a woman. Have fun."

I leave the room and jog down the three flights of stairs to the lobby. From there I walk to the resteraunt and see where Jerry and Micheal are arguing passionately at a table near the entrance. I look at them and smile, "Hello Micheal, Jerry."

"Mr. Cole to you," Micheal snobbishly says.

"Don't mind him," Jerry smiles kindly, "we were just talking about the current state of the WWE. He's convinced that having a general manager who keeps himself a secret is a good thing and I proved him wrong."

"Well, I agree with you Mr. Lawler. I mean, as a superstar I speak from experience. We don't know who it is or if it's someone who has motives against us. Thusly how are we supposed to know if they are bad people." I smile.

"You two talk like being a competitor would change all of that. In case you haven't noticed, you two aren't competitors anymore. We all work for this new General Manager in a capacity that we shouldn't be effected by any fighting decisions he or she makes." Micheal Cole coldly says.

"Are you kidding me? You've been an announcer to know that the quality of whose running the WWE as it's champion. For instance, when Cena is champion the superstars seem to be happier. However, when its someone like Randy Orton, everyone is suspicious of everyone else. What if the General Manager were to do something like make The Miz champion? I think that the WWE would be in even more peril." I reply, explaining myself.

"For your information, the Miz and I are good friends and I happen to think that he would make an amazing champion," Micheal Cole defends.

"So, what's on the list for the matches we know are going to happen?" I ask smiling.

"Well we know Chris is going to face Evan again, probably for the last time so we'll be calling it that it's a 'do or die situation'. As Chris' wife we kinda want you to be all for Chris winning, of course," Jerry smiled.

"Of course I'd cheer for him," I smile, "even though Evan's my best friend."

"Well, we want you to cheer for him and almost make it look like you hate Evan. Would you be capable of doing that?" Jerry asks, "if not that's totally cool by me."

I smile, "I can do that. Evan knows I really don't hate him. Of course Micheal will be rooting for Chris since in this he's the 'bad guy' and you'll be rooting Evan because he's the 'good guy', right?"

Micheal nods, "Now the next and only other match that we know for sure is going to happen is an NXT rookie match. The final two rookies are going to face off, Wade Barett and David Otunga."

I look at them, "Otunga and Barett are the final two?"

"You don't watch NXT do you?" Jerry asks.

"No and Chris doesn't talk about it at home much. There are things we don't talk about, mostly if the other one has no interest in it." I smile.

"Well they are both going to be there and it's going to be a hell of a fight." Jerry nodded.

"Is it going to be a slobberknocker?" Micheal Cole jokingly asks.

"Hey, don't mock J.R!" Jerry and I both defend.

"Obviously we both have J.R fans here. Who are all of us going to cheer?"

"Well, you probably need to cheer Wade since he's Chris' rookie." Jerry nods.

"What if I don't cheer anyone and I call it down the middle?" I ask, softly.

"Is there something wrong?" Jerry asks.

For a moment I want to tell him and then, just like that, the feeling is gone. I can't risk him thinking I'm insane and that I heard something that wasn't true. "Nothing. Hey, I wanna try and get back to my family before tonight okay? I'll go and let you talk okay?"

"Fine by us," smiles Jerry.

I leave the table and walk back to the room. I must not be paying attention to where I'm going because I run into someones back. I look up to see a man wearing a black suit, smirking at me. "Wade…"