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Chapter 28: Bitch

We left the next day, headed for the next show. Glenn didn’t know yet that I had pitched my pills. I wanted to wait for a bit to tell him. I did go to Petit and tell him. He said to watch myself, having been dependant on the false hormones for so long. He said there might be an averse reaction and it would be like really bad PMS. He said I might get sick and go almost mental for a while as I adjusted. I dismissed it, never really having experienced PMS before I had gone on the pill, and went on. Boy, was I wrong!

For the next four days I was fine, I didn’t feel sick from being off the pills. I didn’t feel any different either, I didn’t have the mood swings or cravings or anything. On the fifth day I knew this was not going to be as easy as I thought. I turned into a evil little wench, with monster PMS. It honestly made Stephanie look like a good girl, the way I acted.

A few days into my militant bitch routine, everyone but Glenn was staying well away from me. I was flying off the handle for the smallest shit. I went off on Matt for standing in a doorway. I nearly bit Paul Wight’s head off for blocking a window. Sara and I almost got into it for the way she parked her car. I lashed out and hit a wall with my fist once when I was arguing with Jeff over something incredibly tirivial. I was being a serious pain in the ass. I was completely bitchy to everyone including Jess and Amy, who met my wrath more than once, just chalking it up to stress.

I kept whining to about cramps, being bloated and kept stealing Glenn’s clothes to try and find something to wear, cause nothing fit, not even most of my ring clothes. Glenn kept buying his chocolate and having it disappear, because I kept stealing it. I cried a hell of a lot for no reason and Glenn tried his best to comfort me, and not a damn thing worked. The poor guy was going nuts and had no idea what was wrong. I felt so sorry for him having to put up with me.

Halfway through the first week or so I was better but still extremely bitchy. People started coming back around me after a while and things were starting to go back to normal. I was still lashing out at people, but getting better at controlling my temper. Sometimes though, I couldn’t and Glenn would have to get me away from everyone.

Glenn and I were together on a regular basis, I was taking him on at least twice a day. He didn’t complain, thinking I was just having a bad month and was really in need all the time. He probably didn’t know what the hell to think. All he knew is I was jumping his bones morning, noon and night.

The Last straw came when Mark and I went at it. He had gotten Glenn hurt in a match and I was screaming at him that he had acted like an idiot. I didn’t mean to try to rip him a new asshole, I couldn’t control myself.

“Ya fuckin moron. You could have gotten him killed! Where the hell did you get the brainiac idea you could pull off that move?”

I kept ripping into him, he kept retaliating with insults back at me. Usually we fought like a brother and sister, play fighting each other jokingly. Now we were really laying into each other. Sara, Glenn and Matt were watching us, making sure we didn’t try to to kill each other.

I completely lost my head when Mark said one simple sentence that send me into a hell-bound rage.

“This fucking bitch is turning into Myra!”

I went for his throat and Glenn had to pull me down the hall before I killed Mark. I calmed down, but was crying by the time he sat me down in an empty locker room, standing over me, supremely pissed.

“What the fuck are you doing. You have pissed off half the people around here, either from bitching at them or driving them up the damned wall. You’ve been a fucking bitch these last few weeks. What the hell is wrong with you?”

I shook my head, putting my hands on my temples and leaning forward. “Could be nothing, could be everything. Damn it, I’m sick all the time and I feel like fucking shit!” I put my hands on the bench and kept my eyes down, my stomach hurt and I felt like falling down, exhausted.

Glenn stood in front of me, arms crossed, a look of anger on his face. I looked away from him, knowing he had every right to be mad at me for laying into everyone including him. He sat on the bench next to me, exhaling loudly and looking over at me. I could tell he was looking me up and down, the shadow of his body changing as he moved. He sat forward, arms dangling between his legs as he spoke.

“Do you want to tell me what the hell is going on?”

I shook my head, unsure if I wanted him to know just yet.

His voice was harsh as he spoke. “Fine. Either we sit here and you can be stubborn or we can talk and figure out how to get my Sunshine back again, cause your just being a damned bitch to everyone. You have to play nice arouund here to survive. I don’t think you want to go through the court do ya?”

I shook my head. “I just don’t feel right Glenn. I hate to be like this and you know it.”

He looked at me with sadness in his eyes, almost like he had last year when we were apart. There was no anger there now, just sadness. I knew he hated to see me this way. But I wasnt ready to tell him and clamed up.

He was prepared to sit there until I talked, but he didn’t like the silence, so he filled it. He talked about the house, his mom and dad, Gypsy, Jeremy, the wrestling ring, video games, UFO’s, just about anything because it might get me to talk. I sat there and kept silent, the tears flowing down my face as he spoke. I wanted to tell him, but I didn’t know how. I figured I might as well just spit it out. He was bound to find out eventually, if he didn’t get supremely pissed and leave first.

He was talking about Madden 2k4 that he wanted to get as I spoke, almost so he couldn’t hear me.

“What was that? Speak up darlin’.”

“I did something.”

He got up and stood in front of me, asking me what I did. He knelt down, taking my hand in his. I played with his thumbs, trying how best to do this when my mouth just blurted it out, softly.

He shook his head as I mumbled. “Honey I cant help you if I cant hear you. What did you do? Is it bad?”

I raised my head, shaking it and and looked him dead in the eye. There was no fear, no anger, no hurt in my voice as I spoke up and told him very plainly what I wanted and had done.

“I want to have a baby.”

“What?”

“Glenn, I pitched my pills. My hormones are out of whack and I want to have a baby.”

He blinked a couple times, not quite grasping the concept right. He looked up at me, gaping. After a bit he smiled, his features brightened as he did, all the anger at the way I had acted going away.

“You… and want to have…. Fay. Are you sure?”

I nodded, running my fingers with his. He looked at my midsection and looked up at me smiling.

“Youre not… not already are you?”

I shook my head, telling him I had only pitched them on Thanksgiving, about three weeks ago. He nodded and held my hand.

“You are completely sure about this?”

I looked him in the face, smiling for the first time in weeks. “I want you to make me pregnant.” I leaned forward, putting my mouth next to his ear. “I want us to have a family.” He wrapped his arms around me and yelled out his happiness, like his whole body couldn’t hold it all in. I felt better just for telling him.

Matt, Mark, Steve, and Bill ran in to see what all the screaming was about. They saw Glenn holding me around my waist, wailing over and over something they couldn’t make out. Mark glanced at us, scowling at me. I gazed up at him, my hands on Glenn’s head as he happily cried in my lap.

“What the hell did you do to him?” ‘Big brother’ looked irate as I watched him. I smiled, looking down at Glenn

“First, Mark, I’m sorry for what I put you all through. There is a good reason though.”

Matt looked down at my boyfreind as he stopped crying and got up, smiling like the cat who ate the canary. Tears of absoulute joy were running down his face.

“Glenn, what the hell is going on?”

The big man just gazed down me, nothing able to knock the smile off his face. He was almost in a daze, so I spoke up, looking at Matt and Mark in turn, not caring right now that Steve and Bill were in the room.

“I’m going to give him what he wants.”

Mark’s mouth dropped as he looked from Glenn to me and back. “You’re pregnant?”

Matt looked alarmed but I shook my head. “Not yet. I threw out my pills. That’s why I’ve been such a pain in the ass.” Glenn turned to Matt who looked a little like he was in shock. My lover grinned stupidly for a second, then looked somberly at my brother.

“Matt, You have known what’s going on. You know what’s going to happen.” Matt’s eyes grew wide and he smiled. “I want your sister to have my child. Youre the closest thing I have to her father here. May I?”

Matt gave his okay. “If it’s a girl, name it after Mom, Faith.”

I nodded and my older brother gave me a hug, telling me to be nice from now on. The four of them soon left, Steve and Bill shouting congratulations over their shoulders, leaving Glenn and I alone.

Glenn decided, now that he could try for his family, he would. Unfortunately, he couldn’t, not for the next week. The big red monster had shown up, pissing off the Big Red Machine. I promised him fully that the next time we could, we would, and in ernest.

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Everyone and their damned mother now knew Glenn and I were trying. Within days Glenn and I were bombarded with congratulations, as though I was already knocked up! People, there is a difference between trying and already there. Hello! Most of them took the news as an apology, many of the women sympathizing with my plight. Sara apologized to me and was already warning me that when I gave birth the pain would be “So intense you will want to die!”

Thank you, Sara, I needed that for reassurance.

Jess and Amy flipped out when Matt and Jeff told them. I happened to be in the room when it happened and got bombarded by both of them. Amy wanted to know what I would name it, or what room we would use for a nursery and, you know, all the baby stuff. Jess on the other hand wanted to know all about what Glenn was packing in that costume of his. That turned Matt and Jeff red. I told her how good the sex was and how well he was endowed. He’s got damn big hands… That’s all I told her. Thank god, no steroids have touched that mans lips! He ain’t no small boy.

He called his parents to tell them what I had decided. They were almost as happy as he was, now expecting to await grandchildren. Glenn thought he heard his dad in the background, hollering that he would finally get to hold a grandbaby at some point.

“Thirty-six years I’ve waited!”

He was happier than Glenn was about it.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Vince was the only one we had to worry about. He and Linda sat Glenn and I down one afternoon, right before the Christmas break. He had called us, up all the way to Stamford. JR, Linda, Shane and Vince were all there in the main meeting room as we walked in. Vince asked us to take a seat, staring Glenn and I down.

“Alright. Circumstances being what they are, we need to have a serious talk.”

Glenn looked at him, not completely understanding. Vince’s tone of voice was noncommital, and Linda was looking at what seemed to be a contract. She spoke up as she looked at the papers and I recognized my signature. I looked up at Linda, who was shifting through the pile. She looked up, removing the glasses she was wearing and looking to Glenn and I.

“The fact is, Faith, at any point in time you may come unable to perform. We cannot have the liability of you miscarrying if you do not know you are pregnant yet and entering the ring. I, for one, know that Glenn would not appreciate anything happening to his child.” She smiled at him and he returned the gesture.

“So I’m what, banned from the ring? Fired?”

Shane shook his head, looking at a paper in front of him. “We want to retain you as an employee. The company would prefer to keep you out of harm’s way.”

I nodded and sat back. I looked at Glenn who spoke to me. “Faith. I can understand where they are coming from. They are financially liable if something should happen and you know it. I don’t think Linda and Vince or anyone in this room would want you or anyone else to lose a baby because of a match.”

I looked out the window, stating I still wanted to work, and asking them what they all wanted to do.

Vince looked over his pile of forms in front of him, reading from a list. “Well, first off if, it is alright with the both of you, Faith you can wrestle. Only, you will have to renew your contract with a stipulation of you will have one match a month, only after we have been assured you are not expecting. Dr. Petit will be keeping a close eye on you and you will have to have a regular doctor at home, that you will see every month to make sure. For the rest of the time, you will be doing many meet and greets as well as escorting Glenn and any tag partners he has out. Once in a while I will stick you for commentary on Smackdown or Heat. I may use you for interviews once in a while. When you know for certain sure you are pregnant, we need to be notified ASAP. You will be from then on evaluated for as what you will be allowed to do. We will probably have to do a quick storyline change at that time. I do not want you taking any major risks either. If you train, I insist on either your brothers or Glenn being present, whether it be in-ring or gym workouts. I am taking no chances. These are the same obligations we had going for Terri Runnels a few years ago when she and Dustin were trying. Do you understand and agree to all this?”

I looked to Glenn who just shrugged. “I’m not going to stop you from working. Just so long as nothing happens, because I don’t want you or our baby hurt.” He put his hand on mine. “So long as you take no risks and your opponents know to watch and not use certain moves, I think it would be alright.” He smiled and looked to JR, who had so far been silent and acted as if he wanted to speak.

“Ms. Hardy…”

“JR, call me Faith, please.” I smiled as he relaxed a bit. I loved JR to death, but he was way too formal for my taste. It’s that Oklahoma upbringing.

“Faith, This is not a fool proof plan. You and Glenn may very well conceive and we wouldn’t know it. Medical science is still not that reliable. You need to be sure of this decision. If you don’t decide to renew with the stipulation, we will not stop you from traveling, at your own expense, with Glenn. Do you want a few days to think about it?”

I shook my head, descision already made. I loved working in the WWE and could take more of a backseat for a while. I knew Glenn would take care of me if I didn’t but I just wanted to work and be with Glenn and have the baby. Miss Modern Female – Family and Career. If Jess and Amy could do it, why not my happy self?

“Where do I sign?”

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They sent the papers so a full contract would be written up. I would sign when we returned in January. We were off for two weeks, the full and complete roster. Christmas Break. Sounds like school doesn’t it?
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