Hello, my loves! I'm back from meeting Drew at Fanatics Fest this weekend and it was beyond wonderful. As always, he's inspired my writing, and I wrote this chapter on the airplane back home. As always, love to my girls GoldenGirl1920, ClaymoreQueen6176, wwechristina and HavenMoon1369 for all your support and feedback, and to anyone else who has been enjoying any of my stories!

It's time to move the timeline ahead by just a little over a month. Summertime is always such a hot time when things get heated. Our couple almost had it all. Well now, time for things to get a little more complicated. Enjoy!

PSA: I do not own any of the wrestlers or their personas. They belong to the WWE and themselves. I own the character of Dawn and that is all.

June 8, 2010

St. Pete Times Forum – Tampa, Florida

"… We had a beautiful magic love there. What a sad beautiful tragic love affair…" Taylor Swift (Sad Beautiful Tragic)

Drew POV

Well happy fucking late birthday ta me. It's two days after I turned 25 years old, I'm married ta a hot WWE Diva, and we're gonna celebrate by going ta tha Playboy Mansion this weekend. All tha sex, drugs and drink I can get mah hands on. I should be tha happiest motherfucker on Earth.

I fucking hate mah life. I force mahself ta put on a show of happiness ta everyone. But mah best mates and family calls me out fer mah fake bullshit. Mah mom is sa worried about me, but I have ta act like I'm content. She has enough ta worry about with her chemo and side effects. I can't be adding ta her issues.

The company took tha Intercontinental Championship off me a couple of weeks ago. They had Matt Hardy distract me sa I lost ta Kofi Kingston. I shouldn't be pissed about this. I had a really good run and Kofi is a great guy ta drop the strap ta. But I can't help but think this has something ta do with tha backstage rumblings that's gotten back ta me.

Mah bitch wife and her attitude is starting ta be reflected onta me. She sa goddamn stupid! She won't shut her mouth about wanting a shot at tha Divas title, even though she's done nothing ta earn it. Alsa, I have an inkling that certain snakes in tha grass are conspiring ta stop mah push.

One in particular is a Pepsi drinking politician bitch who's made it clear he doesn't care fer me, even though he claims ta hate the current locker room culture. Fucking prick hypocrite little bitch. But of course, he's a big name sa I can say er do nothing without some sorta fallout. I get along with just about everyone, except fer him. And I think I know tha reason he has it in fer me.

It's tha same reason I'm miserable: Dawn. The past month has been even more hellish than the two previous years. I can't get what happened between us in that hotel room outta mah mind. Our night tagather was perfection. I miss feeling that incredible body under me. Her smell, her sighs, her sweet laugh. I had everything I wanted in this world back in tha palm of mah hands, and I fucked it up.

Now, she refuses ta even look at me. Whenever she sees me coming her way, she immediately leaves, ducking inta tha ladies room er finding another excuse ta just walk tha other way. I've tried calling her and texting her. She never answers. Being without her again is a million times worse than bafer. She meant it when she said I was nothing ta her now. I don't blame her at all.

Whenever we all go out ta a club er dinner as a group, she never comes anymore. She leaves tha arena almost as soon as she gets dressed and drives ta tha next town ahead of everyone else. Even here in Tampa, she hasn't come ta anyone's parties like she always did bafer.

A part of me is happy that she's not hooking up with anyone, like that dumb fuck Trent Baretta, who just got called up recently. I've already noticed him trying ta start up whatever tha fuck they were doing bafer. I've also seen Chris Masters flirt with her and try to get her to go out with him. Bastard! But she turns them down. I guess I really messed her life up, just like I did mah own.

Of course, as of yesterday, I don't live here now. Taryn made goddamn sure we moved closer ta her family in New Orleans. I really liked living here. I grew up in Scotland where is was almost always cold and rainy. I loved tha warm sunshine. But tha bitch has ta have her way. I'm pretty sure her motivations had less ta do with her parents and everything ta do with keeping me away from Dawn. Bitch.

I walk by Nattie and Alicia Fox in tha hallway. Wade is there with his arm around Alicia. They started dated a couple of months ago. He's got his arm around her. I would tease him about being pussy whipped as he used ta do me, but I don't give enough of a fuck about anything at all to try. Sheamus is there too. Mah dear bitch wife is nowhere ta be seen. Thank fuck!

I hear Nattie say, "Yeah, I talked to her on the phone last night and then took her some homemade chicken soup. She's been feeling so sick all week. Throwing up and feeling weak. She probably has a tummy bug or something, but she's staying home this week to get checked out by the doctor. Her mom is supposed to be taking care of her but she has to go to North Carolina to see an elder sick relative."

Alicia cringes, "Ugh! Poor thing! She's been through the gigs lately. Hopefully, she feels better soon. I'll call her after the show to see if she wants some company. I know she hates to miss a show."

Mah curiously gets tha best of me, "Hey ladies. Who're ya talking about?"

They look at each other, neither of them wanting ta say anything ta me. Wade finally pipes up, "It's Dawn, mate. She's feeling under the weather."

Her heart drops just hearing her name. Alicia whacks Wade on tha shoulder, "Babe! Really? You're not supposed to say anything to him about her!"

She stomps off, giving me a dirty look, with Wade following her like a spanked puppy, "Oi! Babe, wait! What'd I do?"

I look at Nattie, one of tha only ones remotely sympathetic ta me in any way, and ask, "Dawn's sick? What happened? Is she gonna be OK?"

She sighs, "Drew, she's right. I'm sorry, but Dawn doesn't want you knowing anything about her."

I shrug, "I just wanna know if she's gonna be OK."

She gives me a perceptive smile, "I know. I hate how things turned out for you two. Just remember, I'm still your friend. You can talk to me about anything. And I'm sure she'll be fine. We all get sick sometimes."

She stands up on her tip toes and kisses mah cheek and leaves. I look at Sheamus. He has a strange look on his face. Almost judgmental and disappointed. He's been like this since that fucking shit show of a wedding. Tha last thing I need is mah best mate condemning me. I already hear it from Jester and mah mom after her chemo treatments across tha pond.

I roll mah eyes, "Sheamo, don't. I'm tired of hearing about how bad I screwed things up."

He uncrosses his arms and steps ta me, "Being sick of hearing about it doesn't make it less true. Ya had true love and happiness right in yer hands and ya pissed it away. But what can I say, mate? Ya made yer Playboy Mansion bed and now ya gotta fuck tha she-beast in it. I guess I'll see ya at yer big birthday bash at Hef's Hump Palace after tanite. Guess yer wildest wet dreams are coming true, brother."

He claps me on tha shoulder and walks towards Vince's office get his production meeting. Bafer I rage in front of everyone, I dip inta the men's room. I'm fuming. I wanna throw something at that fucking mirror and smash it sa I don't haveta look at tha loser looking back at me. Mah wildest dream is fer Dawn ta be by mah side, married and in love. Ta have her tell me she loves me and hold her on mah arms every night.

But dreams don't always come true. Instead, I'm trapped in a fucking nightmare I can't wake up from. Mum began her chemo treatments and she is ill. I'm stuck in a loveless marriage with a rancid bitch from tha depths of hell. I can feel mah dream career spiraling inta shit. And tha love of mah life hates me with every fiber of my being. Yeah, happy fucking birthday, Drew.

June 9, 2010

Florida Medical Clinic – Tampa, Florida

Dawn POV

Jesus Christ! What's taking so long? I'm sitting in the doctor's office waiting on my results. It's been, like, 20 minutes since they took blood and urine from me. Patience has never been one of my virtues, but being worried about my health has my nerves frayed even more.

At first, with my nausea, vomiting and bouts of exhaustion, they thought I might have an undiagnosed concussion. Given my line of work, it's not out of the realm of possibility. I did take a bit of a bump in my last match again Michelle McCool. But they ran the concussion protocol on my eyes and found that was negative.

So now I wait on them to run every battery of test just to find I have a stomach bug, I guess. They asked me every question under the sun: what I have eaten in the last month, if I get motion sickness, when was my last period (which I'm a few days late but that's not too uncommon for me), have I changed my diet, blah blah blah. Ugh! I just want this over with so I can go get my antibiotics and move on with my life!

I've been so irritated for many reasons lately. Fucking pervert from hell, Johnny Ace! He is trying to strong arm me into being the last Playboy centerfold with their deal with WWE. I don't want this! I do not see myself as a sex object in any way. Even wearing my ring gear makes me uncomfortable.

I'm a serious professional wrestler, not some bimbo piece of meat that lives to show her tits to horny moron marks. He should get his favorite little fuck toy to do it. Her skank ass been dying to finally come off the Cyber site and get her Herpes filled snatch in the magazine.

Speaking of that thing, I got a call from Nattie earlier today. She was checking on me and had some news. Apparently, they were gonna put me in a goddamn match with that fucking whore for some weird reason this week with Kelly Kelly in her corner! What the fuck! Looks like Layla stepped in with my absence and beat her ass. Good!

I can't completely promise I wouldn't whip the absolute dog shit out of that bitch if I got my hands on her in the ring…or out. Johnny Ace will not use me as a litmus test for his favorite slut. There was a reason they had her in that General Manager role. She sucks in the ring as much as she sucks his dick in broom closets. That bitch has no place in the ring with the champ. Moron.

And no, it's not just because of…motherfucker. I've successfully avoided looking, talking, or breathing the same air as that Scottish prick. I meant what I said to him. He is nothing to me. I want nothing more than to forget he and his goddamn tramp of a wife even exist.

That night we shared in Vegas was… Goddamn it, Chapman! Wipe your fucking eyes! Stop giving him and that night a second thought! He made his roach and crab infested bed with that trollop. He can lay in it and burn in fucking hell!

Ah FINALLY! My doctor has come in. I sit up and enthusiastically say, "Ok Dr. Gracey. Give me the good news so I can hopefully make this weekend's shows."

She looks at me with a slight smile, "Well, Ms, Chapman. We have run all the tests possible, and we found what's causing your issues. I hope that congratulations are in order, because you're pregnant."

I blink and feel like I've blacked out for a second, "Um, I'm sorry. Either I'm high or I don't think I heard you correctly. I swear it sounded like you said I'm pregnant."

Dr. Gracey nods her head, "No, your hearing is perfectly fine. You are going to have a baby."

I shake my head and start to laugh, "OK, cute. This has to be a joke. There's no way I can be knocked up."

She folds her arms, "When you told me the start date of your last menstrual cycle, I had a hunch. I ran both a traditional urine test and a blood test for elevated hGC hormone levels. Both confirm the news." Seeing my shocked and bewildered expression, she states the obvious, "I take it this was not planned."

I refuse to believe it, "No, it wasn't. I don't believe this. There's no way that is happening. The last time I had sex was…"

That's when a flood of memories rushed back into my brain like a tidal wave. My night in May with Drew. Every kiss of his tongue to my lips and other body parts. Every soft touch of his fingertips to my skin. Every time I pulled his hair between my legs or dug my fingernails into the flesh of his back and shoulders. Every deep and heavy thrust of his cock inside me. Every orgasm that left us screaming 'I love you' and our names.

It all comes back to me and I'm too overwhelmed to even speak. But my eyes tell her my feelings as they pool with tears. My breathing is shallow and I'm quaking with fear and anxiety. This isn't possible I can't be pregnant…with Drew's baby!

Dr. Gracey looks at me with care and concern, "Dawn, honey, you're not the first or last woman this has happened to. Are you thinking you might want to terminate the pregnancy?"

My heart plummets hearing her question, "Um, I don't know what I'm thinking. I don't even know how to process all of this. I'm just really confused and very scared right now."

She puts a gentle touch on my shoulder, "I understand. Listen, we'll make a follow up appointment for a couple of weeks from today for an ultrasound. In the meantime, I will get you both a prescription for and free samples of prenatal vitamins, as well as a brochure for a discreet women's clinic. If you decide on abortion, you can cancel your ultrasound appointment."

I sorta remember absentmindedly nodding my head. She sighed and squeezed my arm and left the room. I kinda recollect walking out of the room in a daze. I felt like time and my body were moving in water as I walked to checkout, receiving both my information and date and time for my next appointment.

I stopped by the pharmacy to fill the prescription. But I had to be sure this wasn't some sick prank that was being played on me. Did they bring back the show Punk'd and I'm their first victim? I bought some home pregnancy tests. I took all three of them, each a different contraption. But each one showed either a plus sign, two pinks lines or the words Pregnant.

I pace in my bedroom and panic, running my fingers through my head and stay on the verge of tears as I let my mind wander. How was I so stupid to let this happen? Why wasn't I more careful, with both my heart and body? What in the actual hell am I gonna do about this?

My mom! She'll be home from North Carolina tomorrow. She's gonnna fucking kill me! It's everything she's warned me about since we had "the talk" when I was twelve years old. She is gonna hit the roof when she finds out I'm knocked up by the "piece of shit that broke my baby's heart". That's how she constantly refers to Drew any time he happens to be brought up, which has not been often lately, thank god. Although, that damn sure is gonna change when I deliver this fucking news!

My career! I obviously can't work while carrying a baby. Maternity leave is not something that's done for us unless you're Stephanie McMahon. Independent contractor wrestlers don't get benefits. Plus, if you take time off, you lose your spot.

Or even completely my job and get released, like they did to Dawn Marie back in the Ruthless Aggression days. And I'm the goddamn champion! I've worked so fucking hard to get to the very top, or a close to the top as their glass ceiling allows for female wrestlers, and this pregnancy could negate all of that.

And…Drew. All the work I've done to erase him from my mind has been for nothing. No matter what my decision is, I can never forget him now. He will be ingrained in my heart and brain regardless of what I do. I will be reminded of that night and our love, or what I thought was love, for the rest of my life. And he has the right to know. I don't hate him to the point that I could never tell him about his own baby.

Baby. Baby! I stop in my tracks when I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I'm going to have a baby! I glance in the looking glass and down at my nonexistent baby bump. I place my hand on my lower tummy as I fantasize about my stomach growing with a new life inside of me. I tremble with fear, thinking about the pain I've heard about in childbirth.

But now, I can't stop smiling! I'm gonna be a Mama! I could never judge anyone who decides on having an abortion. I'm not arrogant enough to tell another woman what her decision is best for her. But that route is not for me.

I've always wanted to be a mom. This is by far not the way I wanted to become a parent. And I'm going to have so many questions and accusations thrown at me from all sides. But I don't care! I'm happy! Me and this baby will take on the whole damn world if we have to. As long as have each other, I can face anything.

I lay down on my back, my hand still cradling this very small life inside me, and let the tears flow down my cheeks as I shut my eyes tight. But these streaming down are the happiest kind. I actually start to giggle, thinking about whether or not I'll have a sweet girl that is as girly of a girl with a tomboy streak like me, or a rambunctious, cheeky boy like his father…

I sign as I talk to it through sobs, "Hey there, my sweet little one. I'm your mom! And I love you so much! I will care for you and be there for you no matter what. Your Grandma Frances may be very grumpy when she finds out about you, but I know her all too well. She's is gonna love and spoil you to no end. So will all your crazy aunties and uncles. I'm pretty sure they'll all be breaking their necks to train you in the ring one day."

I take a deep breath as I finish, wrapping my arms as tight around my waist as possible, "Your Daddy. I don't know how he's going to react to finding out about you. Things between us are way more than the word complicated can cover. But I am going to tell him about you, and it's up to him what he wants to do. He can either be a part of our lives in whatever way he sees fit or not. I want him to be there for you, but if he decides not to be, and it will break my heart if he doesn't, we'll still be OK. As long as I have you, the rest of the world doesn't matter, my sweet little one."