Chapter 15

"JETTA!"

She bolted upright in bed along with Mark, both of them hearing Cayla's shrieking voice from the other side of the door, and she immediately went to answer it. "What the hell-"

"HE PROPOSED!"

Jetta's jaw dropped.

"I'm gonna kill her..." Mark grumbled, looking at the clock. "We coulda slept another hour and you-" He froze when he seen Cayla bouncing around while Jetta seemed to be in shock. "I'm gonna go congratulate Glenie boy." He said, slipping by the women. He didn't bother knocking, just kicked the already cracked door, and walked in. He dropped down onto the empty bed, AFTER pulling a fresh sheet out of the bottom of the nightstand drawer, and laying it out.

"What're you doing?" Glen demanded from the bathroom, busy shaving his head.

"Sleeping."

~!~

"Can you BELIEVE it?!" Cayla was glowing as she jumped up and down, a beautiful three stoned diamond ring on her left ring finger sparkling.

Jetta opened and closed her mouth several times, but nothing came out. "Oh and I didn't tell you the BEST part!" Cayla was just FULL of surprises this morning. "I'm pregnant!"

That was too much to take as Jetta fainted.

"JETTA!"

~!~

"Cayla's pregnant." Glen said casually, sitting on the edge of the bed, disrupting his friend's attempts to sleep as he pulled on his tennis shoes.

"Good for- WHAT?"

"Yeah...Can you believe it?" Glen smirked. "I know how to aim."

"Why the HELL were you pulling the trigger?"

~!~

Jetta groaned when cold water was splashed on her face, her vision slowly coming back to her, and looked up at her best friend. "You're pregnant?" She whispered, shaking her head when Cayla nodded. "Holy shit."

"I know..." Cayla started crying, her hormones acting up. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to make you faint! I just...I was so scared when I found out, but Glen was so sweet and proposed to me."

"Wait- Did he propose to you because you're having his baby or because he loves you?"

"Both." Cayla wiped her tears away and stood up, sniffling. "I know this is all really fast, but I love him Jetta."

"Cayla, it's only been three months."

"So? I love him and he loves me!"

~!~

"Glen, don't you think it's a bit early for marriage and a baby?"

"Uh no?" Glen arched an eyebrow, staring at Mark. "Jealous?"

"Not really. I don't think Jetta is QUITE ready to be a mother yet and we all know I'm not ready to be a father."

"Well, actually, considering you treat everyone like they're a kid..."

~!~

Jetta just sat in the hotel room with her head in her hands, still not believing this. She didn't hear Mark come in, staring straight ahead, blinking every now and then, but other than that, she wasn't here. She was here, but her mind was elsewhere. Her best friend, who was crazier than she was -though didn't have half the temper Jetta did- was getting married and having a baby. Jetta nodded when Mark told her it was time to go, already dressed in blue jeans with a black tank top, her hair braided, bandana around her head with black shades on top of her head, black fingerless gloves on her hands. She was ignoring the pain in her injured hand, too shocked from what Cayla had told her.

Mark was in shock a bit himself. Glen and Cayla were not only getting married, but having a baby? They'd only been dating for what? Three months? He shook his head, not quite sure what he should think. Well it was their lives, not his. He crouched down in front of Jetta, seeing she was currently suffering from her own shock issue, and waved a hand in front of her face.

"You alright?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine. Let's go." She whispered, standing up from the bed and grabbed her bag before walking out of the hotel room, Mark following suit. Cayla was going to be a mother. That was a scary thought as Jetta blinked, rubbing her temples, and slid the black shades over her blue eyes.

~!~

"Jetta, I need to talk to you a minute in private." Vince stated the following night, causing her to raise an eyebrow at him, and sighed. The little bitch better do what he said or he really was going to fire her. Then he thought back to his wife's threat of divorce and swallowed hard, shoving that thought away.

Sighing, Jetta put her hammer down before hopping down to the arena floor, following Vince reluctantly to a corner of the room where nobody could hear their conversation. "What do you want?" She demanded, somewhat annoyed.

"First of all, you need to lose the attitude." He stated, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "The reason why I'm here is regarding Mark."

All Jetta could think was, 'Oh great, what now?'

"I want you to stay away from him." Vince stated evenly, causing her eyebrow to slowly raise. "He is the locker room leader and last night he broke script because of you! I will not have one of my best wrestlers distracted by a whore!" He kept his voice down so nobody could hear them, but his tone was vicious.

"Is that right?" Jetta questioned, watching her cousin's husband nod. "Well I'll tell you what Vinnie Mac, you can take this," She paused, giving him the one finger salute. "And this," She flipped him the double bird, causing his eyeballs to nearly shoot out of his skull. "And shove them directly up your ass because I'm not leaving Mark!"

"You will or-"

"Or what? You'll fire me? Vince, I'm BEGGING you to fire me! Go ahead, do it, and watch how fast Linda divorces your sorry ass!"

"No, I won't fire you. I'm going to FINE you. AGAIN." Vince said after a lengthy pause. "I think another five hundred should do the trick, don't you?" His eyes were narrowed. "And if you DON'T stay away from Mark, then I'll just up the fine each time something happens. He jumps script again, you pay the fine. Understand me, Jetta? Now why don't you get back to work?"

"Number one, it's not MY goddamn fault that Mark jumped script last night!" She shouted, not caring who heard her, and watched Vince's face go beat red. "Second of all NOBODY, especially you, is going to tell me to stay away from Mark!" She was absolutely livid and wanted to hit him, but maintained her composure. "You can fine me as many goddamn times as you want, you stupid old son of a bitch! I don't give a flying fuck! I'm not paying them! You think you can walk all over me just because I work for this company? THINK AGAIN VINNIE! You're not going to tell me to stay away from Mark and, if you do fine me on his behalf, I will have you in court so fast YOUR FUCKING HEAD WILL SPIN!"

"OH REALLY?" Vince bellowed, a vein throbbing in his forehead. "JUST WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE YOU LITTLE-"

"Is there a problem?" Tim asked mildly, standing a few feet from them. Obviously there was, he just didn't want to jump in and start tearing assholes. This WAS the boss. "Sorry Vince, but Jetta's needed."

"I'm sure she is."

"Keep fucking with me Vince and watch what happens." Jetta growled, meaning every word that came out of her mouth.

She shot him one last glare before going to work, climbing up to the catwalk, and got back to work. The AUDACITY of that prick to tell her to stay away from Mark! Who the hell did he think HE was? Did he forget who he was talking too? He could fine her until he was blue in the face. She wasn't paying them, especially when he just got fucking personal with her during her shift! Jetta was so pissed off and she knew Tim could tell.

"I overheard everything. Go take a break, Jetta." He stated, ushering her toward the exit.

Jetta was more than happy to oblige.

~!~

Vince was FUMING. He huffed as he paced Stephanie's temporary office of the night, finally wiping all the paperwork on the desk to the floor.

"Dad! What the hell is your deal?" Stephanie screeched, her voice getting dangerously shrill.

"JETTA!"

"Oh for Christ sakes, let it go!" She snarled, getting on her knees to pick up the papers, trying to arrange them back in order. "I'm calling mom if you don't stop with your-" Stephanie looked up, realizing she was talking to an empty room.

~!~

Jetta wasn't surprised when Tim told her to take the rest of the night off, knowing it probably had something to do with Vince. She rolled her eyes, whatever. Like she cared? That old bastard was walking a fine line with her and if he didn't watch it, his ass was going to be grass and Jetta was going to smoke it!

Sighing heavily, Jetta slid down the building and put her face in her knees, drawing them up, her arms wrapped around them and started crying. It wasn't her fault damn it! Mark controlled his own actions, it had nothing to do with her! When they were both at work, they were completely professional and hardly spoke to each other!

Jetta couldn't stop crying, knowing nobody was around, and just let the tears flow. Her hand was killing her since she punched the wall again, knowing it was probably broken by now, and didn't care. Her anger had blinded all other rationality.

~!~

"Okay Deadman, so I was thinking, maybe you and your fine ass girl could..." Mark idly wondered if John found it amusing to pull this...hood talk with him. "But yeah, that was what I was thinking, whatcha say?"

What the hell had he missed? "Come again?"

"Uh...maybe with your other half, but I gotta turn you down big man. Don't dig guys."

"Goddamn it, Cayla I don't want to talk to him!" Jetta snapped as she was shoved inside Mark's locker room, tears pouring down her face, and wrapped her arms around herself. "You are such a bitch."

"I know, but you'll thank me for this someday." Cayla assured her, looking at Mark and narrowed her eyes. "Look Mark, I really like you and everything, I think you and Jetta have a bright future, but if you don't pull your head out of your dead ass and start treating her like your GIRLFRIEND instead of your co-worker, I swear to god I'm going to shove my foot so far up your ass, you'll be eating my shoelaces! Do I make myself clear? She's not just a co-worker to you! She's your girlfriend and she needs you right now, moron! Pull it together or let her go!" She then stormed out, leaving Jetta standing there with her jaw dropped.

John blinked, wondering what the hell was going on. "Umm...I'm gonna go now. Bye!" He zoomed out of there.