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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrities of WWE/WWF. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 39: Week 19 and 20: Blue or Pink?

Ok, Skip ahead about seven weeks. I’m 19 weeks along and have a week until my sonogram. Fine by me, but Glenn is now in hyper-daddy-mode. The man is running around, trying to get the nursery painted and recarpeted, take care of the house, rewire for my computer, get the other house taken care of and do a million other things when he is only home 3 days a week. His parents were making sure my horses were taken care of at the other house, having hired a college student to care for them and live rent free. His Dad was helping out and keeping the yard picked up and mowed. His Mom came and helped me out in the house, trying to keep me from having to do too much.

The reason they were being ever so helpful? I was showing and in denial about it. Hello warped hormones. I didn’t want to admit I had a major bump sitting in front of me. I was wearing/stealing Glenn’s clothes and thought I looked horrible. I was not to the glowing Mommy stage yet and looked really blotchy and red. I had heartburn all the time and I was constantly living on antacids. I got a penchant for the fruit flavored kind and was going to the store every week to get another big monster sized bottle.

The doctor constantly reminded me that this was part of pregnancy and that we had to take the good with the bad. She kept suggesting I go out and get some real maternity clothes and baby stuff, that when she was pregnant, shopping did help her feel better. I kept refusing until the day Glenn came home and I was just sitting there crying on the bed.

His mother had found out the doctor suggested I go out and shop and, trying to help me feel better, had gone down to get a maternity store catalog. It was the thought that counted, but for some reason it just set me off. I have no earthly clue why, but I just started bawling. His mom thought she had insulted me or something and left. I sat there for about 20 minutes before I heard the door open again and Glenn ask me what was going on.

“Hey, Talk to me. What’s wrong?” I just laid my head on his shoulder and cried into his shirt. I felt his hand on my shoulder, holding on to me, thinking something bad had happened.

“I’m huge and ugly. I look horrible.” I looked up at him, wiping my eyes with the bottom of my shirt. I still had the catalog in my hand, putting it down between Glenn and I as so could just hug him. He could tell that’s what I wanted so I could just cry, realiziing I was just having a mood swing and felt bad about myself.

“Come on baby. You do not look ugly, horrible or huge. I think you are beautiful. You’re always beautiful to me. You’ll get bigger and I’ll be even happier cause you and the baby will be healthy.”

He had no idea why I completely flipped on him, getting up and screaming at him that he was horrible and mean. Ladies, can you spot what remark got him bitched out?

If you answered ‘You’ll get bigger’ then you would be right on the money. That’s not what I wanted to hear. He could have stopped at ‘You are always beautiful’ and I would have just cried myself out and been fine. But no, he didn’t. I swear I have never seen a man run away so fast. The fact I threw the catalog at him as hard as I could probably did not help matters. I didn’t hit him but it hit the door pretty good.

I heard him behind the door talking to his parents, saying somehting about ‘She just needs to cool down.’

I’ll give you you’re cool down.

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After all that I decided to just take a nap, the whole thing exhausting me. Pregnancy was kicking my butt. Glenn was definitely gonna wait a few years to get another baby out of me. I woke up right after noon, going to find Glenn, just as soon as I got up and did the whole pregnancy rush to the bathroom. I found him in the nursery with his dad, finishing up painting the walls white. They were holding off on painting the trim, wanting to find out what we were having and what we wanted to put in there. He was covered with paint, his face his clothes and all, talking with his dad whether or not they wanted to put a couch in there so we would be comfortable. I walked in, tucking my tail between my legs as I did. I asked Glenn if I could talk to him. He nodded, following me into the hall.

“Are you better now?” I nodded, dropping my head onto his shoulder. “Not gonna throw anymore books at me are you?”

I shook my head. “No. I’m sorry. I just don’t feel good. I look ugly. I need clothes.”

He smiled and held me to him. “Gonna admit you want to go shopping for clothes now?”

I nodded putting my head on his chest and hearing his heartbeat. “Can we? I need stuff that fits.” I looked down at his sweatsuit that I was wearing. I finally admitted to myself that I was sick of covering it up. I wanted to be happy about the baby and me too.

“Ok. We’ll get cleaned up and go. Do you want Mom and Dad to go too? Mom thinks you’re upset with her.”

I said I wasn’t mad at her, that I was just having a very bad day. I knew she was just trying to help. Glenn took me down to apologize to her. She said that she understood, having been in my shoes before. She said that she would make lunch before we went out shopping if I wanted to. I said yes, but that Glenn and I wanted to get cleaned up first.

The both of us went upstairs, Glenn apparently planning on sharing a bath with me. I wasn’t informed of this beofre he sat down and asked me to get in with him. Wasn’t going to complain though. I just sat down between his legs, enjoying the warm water and feel of him behind me.

“I’ve missed you. You know that?” I felt his lips moving right alongside the bath poof on my neck as he purred to me. His hands found their way down to where the baby was. I was definitely showing by now, somethimes confusing the baby moving with gas. Glenn had sworn he’d feel the baby move when we were together in compromising positions. I hadn’t really felt any movement, or any what I could definitely pinpoint as the baby. He constantly had his hands on my belly when he could, trying to feel any movement. That’s what he was doing now, trying to feel anything.

“I know you’ve missed me. When are you going to stay home?” I turned to lay on him, running my hand over his shoulder and just relaxing into him, because I could.

“Probably starting in September. So next month. After the Pay-Per-View. That ok? I can’t get off before that, but I’ll still be home for all the doctor’s appointments though. And I am staying home until after the sonogram.” He wrapped his arms around me, murmuring into my neck. “I want to be here for you. I wish I could be around more now. Vince is giving me until the baby is six months old. I did get that much. I want you two to travel with me if you can after that. Think about it?”

I nodded, then turned around and splashed him, saying he’d better hurry and give me a bath so I could go shopping! I was in a much better mood.

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Glenn learned his lesson about taking me shopping. From the minute I stepped into that store, I was in buy-mode. The saleslady didn’t know what to think, since I walked in wearing that jogging suit and my hair pulled back. I was slummin’. She gave me a look, like ‘can you afford to shop in here’? For some reason she tried to steer me to the sales racks. Woman, I’m here to shop and I don’t even need my husband to pay for it.

Glenn swore his mom and I were picking one of everything in the store. I grabbed maternity bras, having finally decided to give up on my regular ones. I wasn’t really small before I got pregnant. I didn’t have plastic or anything, a respectable C. Now. Good lord, I’d filled out. Let’s just say lots of things were getting bigger, not just my middle.

Along with the good maternity bras and socks and stuff, I swear I bought them out of those maternity boot cut jeans. I got about three pairs of Black and four pairs of blue. I was looking toward comfort here, and classic is my look. I also probably bought them out of plain t-shirts. I got like one of all the colors of one style. It was comfy, and big enough they would fit as I went along. I even got some really nice pantsets, that I wished I could wear when I wasn’t pregnant. That along with shoes and some other nice tops, pants, and the prerequisite overalls, I was pretty well set.

Glenn agreed with his mom when she suggested I might want something new to sleep in. “It’s gonna get cold soon, Faith, youre going to want something for when you go to the hospital.” I looked around for a bit, finally finding something I liked. It was like a long tank top, falling past my knees. It was comfortable. It’ll do.

It took Glenn and his dad to carry everything I had picked out up to the counter. What a motley crew we be. His mom and dad, who looked just like normal ‘grandparents’, my very large husband behind me talking to the both of them and me, still in my borrowed sweatsuit with my hair just pulled back and no makeup. EEK! The saleslady scowled at me as Glenn and his parents moved over and let me take care of the bill. I went grabbing for my wallet in my pocket as she asked me how I planned to pay for it all.

“What do you mean?”

She eyed the stacks of clothes and asked if I needed to get apporved for a credit card. I said no, just to ring it up. She looked to her manager who said go ahead. The manager kept eyeing Glenn and finally had a look of complete realization. I love when they do that. It’s hilarious when ya see it.

“You’re Kane and Faith.”

I looked up to her, Glenn turning when he heard his ring name. “Huh? Where?” He looked around smiling as he did, being a goofball.

“Oh my god you are! Can I get your autograph?”

I looked at Glenn, who nodded. “Sure ya can, if you get your clerk to quit giving my wife ugly looks like she can’t afford to buy her own clothes.” Glenn took the pen and paper from the manager, signing the paper ‘Kane’. He handed it to me, letting me sign before he gave it back.

The manager looked daggers at the other girl, who looked like she wanted to crawl under a rock. “Mindy! Give me a break. This is Faith Hardy and Kane. You know, from the WWE! Trust me she can afford it. Hurry up with that. I’m sure they don’t want to wait all day!”

You’d be surprised what you can get done when you talk to the manager.

She finally finished ringing everything and putting it in bags. The final total was over five hundred dollars. Glenn came up behind me and whistled looking at the numbers on the screen. “Ya got it on you?”

I nodded grabbing my wallet. I just pulled it out and paid her cash. She still kinda looked stunned as she took my money. She didn’t say anything to either of us, except thank you. Glenn, his Dad and I grabbed all the bags, leaving the two girls to talk while we were still in ear shot.

“You mean theyre celebrities? They looked so normal!”

Good, normal is good at this point.

Maybe.

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When we got home it took an hour to hang everything up. Glenn and David hauled all my regular clothes into the attic while Catherine and I got everything put away. They left for a dinner party they had that night, leaving Glenn and I to ourselves for the night.

Which is exactly what I wanted.

Glenn went up to play video games for a while. He does that, somethimes just to get away from everything. A guy has to be able to do some guy-type stuff. I left him alone for a while, letting him have his alone time. I kept myself occupied, reading the book Catherine and David had given us. I was learning way more than I wanted to about what was going on between me and this baby. I did read a part about reading to them en utero. I was going to the bookstore the next day and getting a few books for Glenn to read to the bump. I think he’d like that.

After a few hours, I headed upstairs to find Glenn in one of the spare bedrooms, laying on the bed and playing Quake or Doom or something. I just remember lots of violence and shooting on the screen. I sat on his back, rubbing his shoulders to try and get him to relax. I was severely in the mood and with a little work…

“Hmmm…. That feels good baby.” He moved his shoulders up into my hands, apparently loving the feel of me kneeding his back.

“Ya deserve some pampering. I know youre stressed too. Thanks for being patient, sweetheart.” I rubbed his neck, intentionally tickling him on his ears. He moved away and I rolled over to lay next to him, on my back and snuggling up. He paused his game and turned over, putting an arm around me.

He knew something was going on. I tried to be coy, but I’m not good at it. I leaned over and rolled him on his back, not-so-subtlely rubbing on him, putting his hands where I wanted them.

“And what are you up to? Other than teasing me.” He joked, but did exactly what I wanted him to, not being too rough but letting me know he wasn’t going to play aorund. He’d be gentle but he’d definitely give me what I wanted.

“I’m not up to anything, I’m trying to get you up. Is that a crime now?” I reached over and unbuttoned his jeans, slipping my hands down his boxers. I decided to be real blunt about it, definitely telling him what I wanted without saying a word.

I must’ve set the animal in him off. Within minutes, he was tearing that jogging suit off of me, throwing the jacket and pants on either side of the bed. Of course, nothing else I was wearing stood a chance, and by the time he was done I was laying on the bed in nothing but my socks.

“Now that’s what I like to see. Prone, pretty and pregnant. I think I’ll just keep you.” He held my arms above my head as he removed his own jeans. I tried not to but laughed, because it’s always completely hilarious to see him fight getting out of his jeans and holding my arms.

“What are you laughing at?”

He was about halfway out of his jeans when he asked me this, about to fall over from his legs being locked together. I shook my head and just kept laughing my ass off. He moved his hand down my side, light enough to tickle me. “Better tell me what your laughing at. Or I wont play.”

I kept laughing at him, but telling him he looked funny. He asked why I thought he looked funny and I nodded toward him. “You’re hard and halfway out of your jeans. Do you want help?”

He let me go, running a hand down to the bump and back up. “I want to make you feel like my wife.” We kissed, Glenn pulling me onto my side. He finally kicked out of his jeans and got back on the bed, laying behind me.

We had learned by trail and error what we liked since he couldn’t be on top, our favorite non-pregnancy position suprisingly. We found out we liked to be spooning. He didn’t feel he would go deep enough to hurt the baby or me. And he got to play with all of what he called ‘the good parts’. I’ll let you figure that one out.

He entered me, groaning and holding my hips so he could move behind me. I felt his lips on my back as he moved, this right hand moving to stroke me. He was getting rather into it, moving his hand to pull me to the brink and working himself to that end behind me.

I was so close when I felt it, my hand laying on my side under Glenn’s left hand. It took me a minute to figure out what it was. I told Glenn to stop, I had ask a few times, and put my hand on my belly feeling for it again. I couldn’t feel anything and he asked what was wrong.

“Nothing.” I turned my head and smiled at him, pulling him into a kiss. He started again, getting close and losing himself to the moment. He had me following soon after, moaning his name and moving back to ask for more. I felt the movement again this time, definitely feeling a good solid kick in my side.

“It’s moving. The baby’s moving!” Glenn’s head shot up as I lay my head down and tried not to move, feeling the light kicks. I grabbed his hand, making him feel too. He said he couldn’t feel it, until a good one hit his hand that made me cry out. “Ow! Damn! That hurt!”

“My God.” I felt him move closer, pulling from my body and touching my belly where the baby was kicking. “Must be reacting. Bet it didn’t like when you came.”

“Maybe that was a get-out-of-my-mommy kick. You were invading the personal space of the bump.”

“You’re always invading it’s personal space.”

I turned and kissed him, feeling the last movements as the baby calmed down. “I am the baby’s personal space.”

He returned my kiss, rubbing my belly again. “And everyday, I thank God you are. You are my Angel, and my Sunshine. And I’m in love with the both of you.”

Awww…. The man can be saccarine if he wants to.

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Glenn had to call everyone and their mother and tell them he felt the baby move. Thankfully I convinced him to not disclose the circumstances under which he felt the baby move. His parents were there ther next morning wanting to feel it move too. It had been kicking all night long and just seemed to be sleeping.

I did not want to recreate the situation for his parents, thank you very much.

I had been really feeling the movements for the week before the sonogram. Glenn was ecstatic, always wanting to feel anything. I once told him to back off. I know he was happy the baby was moving and that he could feel it now, but I was kinda getting sick of having him hover over me constantly. It hurt his feelings, but he understood, knowing I didn’t like to have someone on my back all the time.

The initial giddiness of the baby moving had worn off by the time I had my sonogram. Now it was “should we buy blue or pink?”. Glenn’s parents were on somewhat opposite ends here. Glenn and I didn’t much care what we were having but the two of them were having a nice round of ‘guess the sex’. Catherine thought it was a boy because I was carrying low, according to her. Then she decided it had to be a girl because I was craving sweet stuff a lot. The guesses were different each day. David just absolutely insisted we were going to have a boy. There was no argueing with him. Glenn told them both finally that if they wanted to know they would have to wait until the sonogram. David even asked if they could go. I shot that one down, which really hurt their feelings until I explained why.

“I want it to be a surprise. Let us keep something to ourselves, at least until that night.” They really wanted to go though, wanting to know what we were having.

Glenn finally settled it. “Ok, you two can come over for dinner that night. I’ll put out a flower, and depending on the color you’ll know. Is that alright?” David didn’t like the idea, still insisting they should go. Glenn was about to lose it, but kept calm as he told his own father off.

“Dad, Faith and I want this for ourselves for a while. You have been involved in a good amount of this, but we want something of our own. We will tell you what it is and even bring home pictures and a tape and anything you want. Faith, can get a fetal heart monitor if she wants, we’ll try to bring it home. Just let us have this.”

David wanted to argue over it again but Catherine stopped him. “David let them have it. We’ll get to see. Glenn and Faith never get to have anything to themsleves in this. We’ve been involved since they found out. Let your son have his child to himself for a bit.”

David was pouting, you could tell. He crossed his arms and scowled, obviously a bit more than annoyed. “Fine, but I want pictures and video of my grandchild.”

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The day of the sonogram I didn’t get to eat much and was too nervous anyway. Thankfully, my appointment was at nine in the morning so I wouldn’t have to wait long for a real breakfast. I got to drink all the water I wanted though.

Glenn had come prepared. He had his notebook and folder, because he was keeping track of everything. He brought like three tapes, just in case something happpened to one of the sonogram tapes. He had the paperwork so we could take home the fetal doppler and protein bars for me, just in case I couldn’t make it to breakfast.

When we got there Glenn has shown to the room where the ultrasound would take place. I got to go and give blood. I am really starting to hate getting poked in the arm. And when ya don’t like needles in the first place…. I did get to wear my own pants fortunately, being told I would have to take them off to my hips and lift my shirt up to right under my breasts. No big deal so long as it wasn’t a hospital gown. I did make sure I wore clothes I didn’t care that got dirty right off. Glenn brought a pair of overalls and a shirt in case I had to change so we were alright there.

We waited for what seemed like forever before a very tall blonde walked in with Lori. The woman literally looked Glenn in the eye when he stood to greet them. Lori pointed to Glenn and I, introducing us to the other lady.

“Glenn and Faith. This is Jennifer Munrow. She’s the tech that’s going to be doing your sonogram. I’m curious as to how you are doing so I wanted to see this.”

I nodded smiling at both of them. Ms. Munrow smiled at me and Glenn, shaking our hands and asking me to lie back on the slightly reclining bed. I did waiting until they got ready, just trying to relax. Lori and Ms. Munrow came over and said everything was ready and to pull up my shirt, and lower the waistline on my jeans. I did as they asked, laying there as Lori put a blanket over me like Lucky had before.

Ms. Munrow looked over to Glenn, asking if we wanted to videotape the ultrasound. He nodded and handed her a tape, already marked with the date and a spot for the name. She popped it in, turning on the machine. She grabbed a white bottle and looked over at me where I was watching with Lori over my shoulder. Glenn sat in the chair next to me, eagerly awaiting his first real look.

“Faith, this might be pretty cold for a second. Just a warning.” With that she squeezed the gel onto my stomach and I turned up my nose at the cold.

She apologized but I said I was fine. “I’ll get used to it in a bit.”

She nodded and asked if we were ready. Glenn and I both nodded as she grabbed for the transducer and set it to the bump.

“The first question I always ask is do you want to know the sex. That way I know whether or not to tell you when we see anything.”

Glenn looked at the monitor looking for anything. “We definitely want to know.”

She nodded moving the instrument around my belly, apparently looking. The first thing she found was a foot, a very wiggly foot on down by my bladder. That was the source of the pain in my side that morning apparently.

“Wiggly little one.” Glenn said, smiling at me. The baby was wiggling its foot in our direction, moving it against my side. I felt the kicking and jumped, smirking as I felt and saw the movement.

Ms. Munrow moved the doppler up closer to my belly button and then down to my other side, she and Lori deciding the baby was lying sideways. She found what she was looking for, pointing out a round shape that she told us was the baby’s head. She moved down a bit, stopping and moving to the side. She smiled as she snapped a picture of our baby’s face.

Glenn was absolutely in awe, touching the monitor in complete reverence. He smiled, absolutely beaming and declaring that the baby looked exactly like him. “Has my nose at least.”

The doctors kept going, moving down to see the heart. Glenn got to hear the heartbeat. He was tickled about that. I think this was making it just that much more real to him, now that he could see and hear his child.

They finished with the spine, going back up to see the face again and letting us see the baby sucking its thumb. She moved down and scowled. I asked if something was wrong. Munrow shook her head and looked to Lori. They turned the monitor away from us and had a mini-conference. Munrow asked what Lori thought as she typed something out on the screen. She nodded that she was right and asked her to print the picture on the screen.

Glenn looked worried, asking what was wrong, convinced something was wrong with the baby. Lori shook her head, turning the screen back to us and smiling. “You tell us what’s wrong.”

We searched for a bit, not able to tell. Glenn was frantically looking for anything, until I giggled, grabbing his hand. I pointed to the side of the monitor and smiled. I showed him the writing and felt a tear run down my face.

“Glenn that’s what is going on. You got your wish.”

His eyes got wide as he looked, smiling bigger than I have ever seen in him before or since.

“Daddy’s…Daddy’s Little Girl.”

He’ll never admit to it but he fainted on the spot.

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I got cleaned up afterwards and when Glenn woke, he insisted we go to breakfast, buy two dozen pink roses and go home and ‘celebrate’ our daughter. He was still happy even when I declined the celebration. I did take him up on the roses and breakfast though.

Afterward we went home and got everything ready for dinner that night, setting out the roses on the bay window, using what was my moms best vase. We each took one out of the vase, prepared to hand it to them We even had the tape and pictures ready and the monitor sitting on the table in the living room.

They showed up right on time, bringing Glenn’s favorite cake with them. Catherine absolutely squeeled with delight when Glenn and I handed them the pink roses and introduced them to my belly.

“Grandma and Grandpa. I would like you to meet Catherine Ruby Jacobs. Your granddaughter. Completely healthy, right on schedule and perfect in her nice waterbed.”

This led to having to see and hear before dinner. Video was shown several times, the two pictures passed around and the heart monitor constantly on my gut. It all stopped when I begged that we go eat because I was starving.

Thankfully David didn’t seem too upset that I was having a girl. I know why he was so insistant on a boy, but Glenn and I wanted a big family, we had plenty of times to try.

There was something fishy there. Best leave it for later.
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