Chapter 13

~One year later~

I scream with excitement as I leave the bathroom. Today marks our one year anniversary! I quickly run down the hallway with a small stick in my hand.

"Phil! PHILLIP! CM FUCKING PUNK!" I yelled as I rounded the corner to our bedroom. Punk was sitting on the bed with his hands behind his head against the headboard. He looked up, seeing my face flushed with excitement. I giggled as he looks over at me. One year of marriage, and nearly two years together, and he still makes me feel like a school girl.

"What is it, Elizabeth?" He asked, coolly. I giggle as I hand him what's in my hand. He looked down at the stick, then back up at me, then down again, and back to me, "You mean...?" I nodded slowly. He looked at it again, suddenly leaping out of the bed as he scooped me up in his arms. He gently kissed me, then pulled me away from him.

"This is the best anniversary present ever! This is going to change our lives...holy shit...a baby. A child...a mini you, a mini me!" He said, trying to process it all. I giggled a little more. Punk then leaned over, rubbing my stomach, as he said,"Hey little...Brooks. I'm your daddy. Can't wait to meet you!" His words almost had me in tears. I stood there running my hands through his hair, trying not to cry my eyes out. This year has been trying on our relationship. There were times where everything just seemed to fall apart. After Paul dropped us like a bad habit, Punk started...just not being himself anymore. The more it went on, the worse it got. Finally, he chose to walk out on the WWE, saying he just wanted to go home. With me being a diva/manager, we had enough to live comfortably for the rest of our lives. But now that we just found out the happy news, I'll have to give up being a diva. I won't mind though. It'll give Tiffany a chance to be the diva's champ. I've been holding the belt for well over 6 months now. It's time to pass it on to someone else, someone who deserves it. I shook my head for a moment. I smiled sweetly at my husband and grasped his hand as he stood up.

"We're going to be parents! Vince isn't going to like this...actually, no one is," I said, processing all of this. We're going to be parents. Our first child. We weren't even trying. We had talked about having kids in the past, but we usually just say yay if we don't, yay if we do. But now that it's going to happen...we're both in...shock! I mean yes, I'm happy, and he's happy too, but I'll have to give up half my career, maybe all of what I do. I wouldn't mind though. I could be a stay at home mom. All of this is still like a fairytale. I'm still waiting to wake up back in my house in Missouri, with my sister Andi standing over me with a glass of water. But it's so real. So real, and I wouldn't change it for anything.

After a couple of hours of trying to plan things out, we finally decided that the closest room to ours is the guest bedroom that's down the hallway from our office. It's a little far from the master bedroom, but close enough to where we can get to it if baby Brooks needs something. Finally, I set an appointment with our regular doctor, then post it on my personal Facebook page. After a while, it was blowing up my phone, as well as my office computer and laptop. I grinned as I look at the congratulation posts, then sent out,"Do NOT let this leak out to anyone in the world of dirtsheets. If this gets out, the paps will be all over our house!" Then after a bit, a slue of likes and comments get posted. Thank GOD only a few people have my personal Facebook page. I soon switched off my phone, and every other electronic in the house, other than my xbox and playstation, and found Punk in our living room on the phone. I hid behind the wall to hear who he's talking to.

"Man, I don't think I'm ready for this. How do I know it's even mine? She's been on the road a lot since I left the Company, and now she's pregnant? Colt, I don't think I can..." I stopped listening and ran up the stairs to our room and slammed the door shut. I slid down the wall, with my head in my hands. He thinks I'm cheating on him? We've had that argument for ages. It happened after Vince made a stupid story line where I was cheating on him. That's one reason he left. I started to cry. Punk doubting me is a punch in the gut. My shakey hands move towards my stomach. Maybe it's just a fluke? Maybe it's a false positive? It happens a lot, but I missed my last cycle, and...

I cried even harder, leaning against the wall. This can't be happening! Without thinking of what might happen, I grab a few over night bags, stuff some clothes in them, then make it heard that I'm going downstairs. Punk, hearing me like I knew he would, met at the bottom step.

"Babe, what's all this?" He asked, unaware of what's about to happen.

"You're an asshole! Until you can stop thinking I'm a cheating slut, I'll be in our home in Missouri with my sisters! Fuck you, and fuck Colt! I'm out!" I said, grabbing my bags and heading to the door. Punk did something unexpected. He grabbed my arm and pull me me so my back is to him. He wouldn't let me go no matter how hard I struggle.

"GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF ME!" I yelled. I felt him let me go, and I slumped to the floor.

He looked at me and asked, "You heard that?" I nodded, still swelling up with anger. Punk rubbed his temples then helps me up.

"Well...since you know what I'm thinking, are you?" He asked. My eyes swelled up with more hot tears, as they threatened to burst through. I stared at him in disbelief. Then I did the only thing that hurt him more than he hurt me. I tore off my heart necklace and threw it at his feet. Grabbing my bags, I walked out the door.