Trading Heartbeats
Chapter 13 - Questions And Plans
The elevator doors closed once more. Amelia's eyes widened in shock. Could that possibly be the man she'd been seeing in her dreams? Her heart pounded as these thoughts ran rampant through her mind. Suddenly, the elevator dinged once more finally arriving at the floor on which Sonelle's suite had been on. With her mind still in a tizzy over this stranger that she'd just seen, she hadn't been conscious that she'd already been walking towards Sonelle's suite. Setting the thought aside for now, she knocked on the door. In a few minutes, Sonelle opened it welcoming Amelia in. Amelia smiled and stepped in. After taking a couple glances around, she hadn't seen any sign that Kofi was here. "Where's Kofi," Amelia asked her mind now able to relax due to the answer … or possible one at least that she'd found.
Sonelle closed the door and locked it. "Oh, he went out to buy some food for us," she relayed while offering Amelia a seat on the couch. Amelia politely took it.
"Oh," Amelia stated with a smile. "How's everything between you and him, if you don't mind me asking?" Sonelle couldn't help but grin at this question.
"Everything's … peachy - just peachy," she stated. Amelia giggled as she kicked off her shoes and sat cross-legged. "What about you and Cody," she asked in return. Amelia's eyes widened a bit wanting to share every bit of detail from the house to the strange dreams she'd been having; however, she thought not to. She had never been one to brag or vent to people.
"We're good too," Amelia relayed with a smile. Sonelle nodded once. Suddenly, a knock sounded at the door. Sonelle reached the door and pulled it open allowing Kofi to step through with a plastic bag worth of food. Amelia stood up and made her way over to the kitchen in order to offer some help. After greeting Kofi with a friendly hug, Amelia had helped Sonelle dish out the food which happened to be barbecue.
"Babe," Kofi began as he wrapped his arms around Sonelle who had been washing the barbecue sauce off her hands, "I'll head out and allow you two your bit of privacy." He gave her a gentle peck on the cheek while his arms loosened themselves from around her. Sonelle smiled drying her hands quickly and turning around to give him a peck on the lips.
"Where will you go," she asked as she watched Kofi walk his way to the door.
"Punk and I are going to this pizzeria with tons of games," Kofi relayed; his tone of voice excited.
"You're going to Chuck E. Cheeses," she asked placing her hands on her hips. Kofi scoffed and bed goodbye to both Sonelle and Amelia one last time avoiding the question. Sonelle shook her head with a smile on her face. Amelia giggled a bit as she had already begun to tear into her barbecue chicken.
"I wonder if Brittany's up right now," Amelia mumbled as she reached for the glass of Sprite that Sonelle had poured out of her.
"Maybe," Sonelle stated as she too had begun to tear her way into the barbecue chicken. "Let's call her." Amelia smiled and withdrew her phone. Dialling Brittany's number, she placed the call on speaker mode. After two rings, Brittany had answered.
"Hello," Brittany's voice asked.
"Hi, Brit," Sonelle mumbled with food still in her mouth. Brittany laughed once.
"Hi, what's up," Brittany asked once more. The girls divulged in a very interesting conversation about the recent occurrences in the WWE as well as the superstars that had been in their lives at the moment. Finally, Brittany stated, "Yeah, it sucks that they're leaving on Saturday." Sonelle muttered a 'yeah' while drinking down the rest of her Coca-Cola.
Amelia gasped loudly, "You know what we should do?" She looked at Sonelle who awaited Amelia's answer to her rhetorical question. "We should throw a small … sort of … going-away party for them just right here in one of our suites."
"Yes," Sonelle exclaimed just as excitedly as Kofi had sounded about going to Chuck E. Cheeses. "We really should. We could have it right here - my suite!"
"It should be a surprise," Brittany added. Sonelle and Amelia agreed excitedly. As Sonelle and Brittany discussed the details of the party. Amelia had selected the 'Add A Call' option on the phone adding Khaila to the call then morphing both Brittany and Khaila's call. The four girls had discussed the details of the party in full. It would be on Friday night - right after the house show Cody would be attending (11:00pm). They'd meet up earlier in the day at Sonelle's suite and ask the boys to 'pick them up' at the time Cody's show would finish. From there, the boys would arrive and the party would commence.
The plan was absolutely fool-proof. Come the night of the party, everything would be absolutely perfect … or so they thought.
Several hours later, after discussing their recent plans, the girls had each gone their separate ways. Amelia had left Sonelle's and was now in the comfort of Cody's bedroom. "Cody," Amelia spoke as she had been unpacking the remainder of her clothes into the closet space he had provided for her. Cody, who had been laying solely in his sweat pants on the bed, tilted his head in her direction. Amelia looked back making sure she had his attention. "I'm going to go to Sonelle's during the course of your house show," she relayed while tucking away her suitcase under the bed before crawling onto the bed itself.
Cody sat himself up and pulled Amelia closer to him. "Ok, love," he stated as he kept his arm around her. Amelia smiled.
"Will you pick me up after," she asked sweetly. Cody chuckled a bit and kissed her forehead.
"Sure thing, love," Cody replied giving her a smile that she returned in an instant. Amelia and Cody had both slid beneath the sheets. With her head resting on his bare chest while his hand rested against her back, the two fell asleep passively, both awaiting the daybreak of the following day.
Putting down her phone, Khaila slipped herself back into bed waiting for Punk to return. As she lay there, she looked down at her stomach. She'd thought she felt it churn a bit, but dismissed the thought. Instead, she refocused on new questions - one that her friends had been asking her - had she really been pregnant? How would she know in a matter of 3 days? Khaila had no answer except … 'I just know'. There was no doubt that she'd felt very different after her night with Punk for reasons - other than being pregnant -she didn't know.
She heaved a heavy sigh as she looked up at the blank T.V. staring at her reflection. She could picture herself with a child, but is it really what she wanted? What if she had been pregnant? What would her family think? What would she do? … What would Punk do? Her mind ran circles thinking of all kinds of answers to these questions both positive and negative. Her thoughts, however, for the most part lingered at the last question she'd asked herself. If Punk left, she'd be just another ring-rat … with a baby.
As she sat up, she could feel something building in her chest. She'd been sickened at the thought of Punk just leaving her like that. Would he really, though? The sickening feeling continued to build till she realized this wasn't just a feeling. Jumping out of bed, she raced to the bathroom. Locking the door behind her, she stopped in front of the sink. She gagged for several seconds before actually vomiting. After several minutes, she had distinctly heard a knock outside the bathroom door. At this, she panicked; if it were Punk, she hadn't been willing to tell him this early.
Quickly cleaning up after herself and rinsing her mouth out, she gave the toilet a flush so as not to look too suspicious. She opened the door only to find Punk standing there with a confused look on his face. "Well, hello there," Punk said as he gave her a slight smile. Khaila had begun to feel sick again. Her legs felt as if they were wobbling, the weakness that all the throwing up had left in her was incredible. Still she fought against it putting on the best smile she could fake.
"Hi," she smiled as she swept past him and settled into bed again. Punk looked as if he were expecting a different greeting.
"Something wrong, dear," Punk asked as he neared the bed. Khaila could barely find the strength to answer his question.
"N-No," she stuttered quietly. Punk's confused look had shifted into a worried expression. Crawling onto the bed and sitting beside her, he looked down at her.
"I don't believe that," Punk whispered to her solicitously. Khaila looked up at him with tears in her eyes. She hadn't known what to tell him. She still didn't believe she were pregnant. What if all that throwing up was what she had unconsciously willed herself into? "Tell me," he whispered to her once more as he now lay next to her. Tears had flooded down onto Khaila's cheeks. Wrapping her in his arms, Punk allowed her tears to stain the front of his green shirt he'd been wearing.
Through the crying, Punk heard Khaila mumble something to him. Looking down at her, he asked, "What was that?" Khaila looked up at him, tears in her eyes and some spilt on her cheeks. Her heart had pounded hard against her chest.
"I-I …" she started. Punk brought his face closer to hers trying to hear what she'd been saying. "I have a really bad stomach ache," she relayed. Punk nodded once seemingly expecting something a bit more serious than that. With a slight smile, he kissed her forehead once more.
"Aw, don't worry about that," he told her - rubbing her back slowly and soothingly. As the two rested in bed, Khaila still being hugged into Punk's chest, her mind had worked itself overtime. She shouldn't have lied … she should've told him, but what if she wasn't pregnant? She did the right thing. She should wait longer, but what if she is? How much longer can she wait? At least the sickening feeling had died down, she thought to herself. Pushing all thoughts aside for now, Khaila rested against Punk's chest hoping to get some rest as well as peace of mind if only just for tonight.
Brittany had been wrapped up in her robe as she lay on her bed beside Justin who had also wrapped himself up in his robe. Looking over at him, Brittany thought it'd be better to start her bit of the plan right then. "Just," she started drawing closer to him. Justin smiled and extended his arm around her holding her close.
"Yes," he asked his tone a bit hushed. Brittany gave a slight smile before continuing on.
"I'll be going over to Sonelle's early Friday morning; we're going out to lunch. I just need you to pick me up at 11:00 in the night, please." Justin chuckled and nodded once.
"Will you need me to take you there," he asked.
"Oh, no. No, it's okay; I'll catch a cab," she answered giving him a peck on the cheek. "Thank you." He smiled and shrugged it off.
"No problem," he stated. Brittany gave a slight giggle as she rested her head against the softness of Justin's robe. Justin, in turn, rested his head atop Brittany's, and in an instant, both had been drifting asleep slowly - curled up in each other's arms.
Several minutes after Amelia had left, Sonelle had flopped herself on her bed awaiting Kofi's arrival. As she had done so, she reflected back on everything that had happened during this trip realizing that it would soon be coming to an end. Both herself and Kofi had been growing closer and closer with every waking moment spent together; Kofi had given her a promise ring; Khaila had gotten pregnant … or at least, thought she had; they'd gone to a live wrestling event. The episodes during the trip had seemed so surreal … dream-like.
A sudden thought settled into her. What would become of she and Kofi once he left? Would a long distance relationship work between them? Could it? She convinced herself it could. She'd try extra hard, she promised herself. Would Kofi be willing to do the same for her? She shook her head vigorously stopping herself from questioning her relationship at once. She had to trust it.
Suddenly, a knock resounded through the suite. Sonelle instantly smiled as she leapt up out of bed and strolled toward the door. Unlocking it, she was immediately swept up into the arms of Kofi. With a bit of a giggle, she hugged back just as tight as he had. "Hello there," he whispered to her. Sonelle smiled.
"Hi," she managed to whisper back. With a gentle kiss on her lips, Kofi had closed and locked the door behind him. Sonelle watched him with a smile on her face - the one that had always managed to place itself there whenever Kofi was around. Thinking what better time than now to lure him into the plans that the girls and herself had set up, Sonelle chimed in once more, "Kofi?"
Kofi wrapped his arms around her waist and looked into her eyes. "Yes," he asked in return. Sonelle blushed a bit as she continued.
"My friends are coming over tomorrow for a bit of lunch and just a bit of a talk," she started. As she opened her mouth to continue, Kofi held up a hand seeming to understand.
With a smile, he politely said, "Don't worry. I'll be gone by about lunchtime. I'm heading to the gym till about 5:00pm. How long will they be staying?" Sonelle smiled imagining Kofi working out in the local Atlanta gym.
"Oh, um," she said trying to come up with an answer that wouldn't seem too suspicious, "I'm not sure. At any rate, I don't think they'll leave till maybe near midnight." Kofi raised one eyebrow.
"Midnight," he asked. Sonelle nodded convincingly. Kofi chuckled once then asked, "So what time should I come over?" Sonelle shrugged a bit.
"I'll call you," she told him. Kofi nodded once more and wrapped her even tighter in his arms. Sonelle gave him a peck on his cheek, and with that, the two set off to bed. With Sonelle wrapped in Kofi's arms as they laid cuddled beneath the sheet, the smile that had once been placed on her face remained. Despite whatever doubts she may have had, she was convinced that neither of them would want to give up the feeling that their mere presence had brought to one another. Going to bed with a smile, was something Sonelle had rarely done, but with Kofi … it seemed as if this were routine.
And so, the couples slept - wrapped in their significant other's arms - awaiting the day that they'd planned so eagerly for - the day that none of them had known would possibly change everything.