Sheamus and Lisa napped for some time, and then woke up just in time to order in some Chinese food for dinner. They ate in the spartan living room. No family pictures or personal things anywhere, really. Sheamus noticed Lisa glancing around the room. "Pretty spare, eh? Not a whole lot of close people in meh life, lass."
Lisa put her arm around his waist and gave him a squeeze. "My place is the same way, actually." A darkness came into her eyes. "Definitely not a lot going on in my life as far as other people right now. I'm kind of a loner, save a couple of friends at work."
"I feel yer pain, lass. I really do. Hard teh get close teh anyone."
Sheamus turned the large flatscreen on the wall to a music channel playing 90's alt-rock, and turned the sound down to be just background noise. Lisa took a deep breath, getting herself ready. "So. So this is nuts. I, I never wanted to be a mom. I thought I was going to grow up, go to school, fix airplanes, and travel the world. This throws a real wrench into things."
"Yeh, it sure does," Sheamus said softly. "What's yer first instinct?"
"Honestly? No need to mince words, I guess. I was thisclose to just getting an abortion as soon as the doctor told me, but I couldn't do it without at least letting you know. I'd feel like I was betraying something… I don't even know… Now it sounds so stupid as I say it."
"Naw lass, I'm so glad yeh told me. It's not stupid. This is as much my issue as it is yers. How strongly do yeh feel about it?"
"Well, I'm not seeing it as a baby yet, but it's already three and a half months now, and a choice needs to be made now, or it'll be too late." She sighed and sat back on the couch, leaning into his side. He wrapped his massive arm around her and rubbed his chin against her head.
He started softly, "Have yeh ever thought about keepin' it?"
Lisa sat up and scoffed. "Are you kidding? A single mom with a full-time career? I can't do it. I couldn't do it."
"What if yeh were here with me?" He looked at her questioningly with his pale blue eyes.
"Sheamus, how would that work? I mean, you're gone all the time, I live hours and hours by plane away, we're not even dating, for frig's sake."
"Well, we could change all that. You could move here, live here. Have the wee poppet here in Florida. I could even talk to Mr. McMahon about takin' a smaller role fer a bit to take care of yeh and the poppet. I know this is sudden, and it's scary, and so many things could be crazy, but I have teh be honest. Ah've been one of those men, who spent his whole life wishin' I had someone. I was not a cool kid, and not a cool teenager, and all I wanted was friends. Then I became The Irish Curse, and everyone wanted teh be my friend, but it's the loneliest I've ever been in my life. It's so hard teh know who wants teh be with you fer the money, the fame, the bullshyte. How are yeh s'posed to find a lass who like yeh for yeh, not the WWE? Then I met yeh, and yeh were different than anyone ah've met. Yeh didn't go crazy for pictures and autographs and yeh treated me like a friend. Yer special, Lisa. Yeh don't see it, I know, but yer somethin' rare and beautiful and I want teh be a Da to that wee nugget yer brewin' in there." He looked up at her, and she saw that his eyes were bright and overly shiny with tears.
Lisa got very quiet. Could that work? Could she move to a new country, with a man she hardly knew, to have a baby and play house? Could it hurt? What's the worst that could happen? She could think of about a thousand ways it could all spiral south to make a giant mess. "Can I have the night to think about it? Can we decide tomorrow?"
Sheamus responded quietly, "Of course, it's a big day for everyone. Let's sleep on it and talk again in the mornin'." They put on Zombieland, which happened to be a big favourite for both of them. They curled up on the massive couch, covered up in a blanket, snuggling in the air conditioned living room. They snuggled and laughed through the movie, and by the end of it, when the tv went blank after the credits ran, they were both sound asleep, curled up into each other. Sheamus was snoring softly into her hair, and she was curled onto his massive chest, feeling as safe as she'd ever felt.