Wrestling One Shots/Short Stories

Jon Moxley Part 2

"Tara, you don't look so good," Bryan mentioned as we all took seats around the room to watch Moxley's upcoming match. "I'm not okay," I admitted, shaking in my seat as the AEW World Championship Unification match was set to begin. "I'm sweating. And I'm nauseous," I whined, hands clasped tightly in front of me. "He's had tunnel vision all day. I barely got a good morning, and he was gone by the time I showered. I have no idea what's going on in his head." I informed, knee bouncing nervously as Jon made his entrance. "I'm sure he's fine, dear," Regal stated calmly. Wheeler's hand fell to my knee to still the shaking limb. "Easy Tare Bear. He's going to be fine," Wheeler assured Bryan, giving an agreeing nod. "He's a fighter Tara. He's got this under control," Claudio added as the belts were held high in the air and the bell rang. "Oh god," I gagged, watching Mox target Punk's foot, his opponent letting out screams of agony until Jon let go. You could almost see the switch in Jon as he decided it was time to end the match, hitting Death Rider and then the Paradigm Shift sealing the deal, making my shoulders sag in relief. "Is it terrible that I don't feel sorry for Punk?" I mumbled, twiddling my thumbs, feeling like it was taking forever for Jon to return to the locker room. "After what he said about you last week, I'd be more surprised if you did," Bryan snorted, all heads turning to the door as it opened. I was easily the first one on my feet, launching myself at the man, the belts cutting into my stomach and chest as he squeezed me tightly in return. "Hey, baby. You good?" the man laughed, adjusting me so his arm was supporting my butt as I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist. "Me? Totally fine." I nodded, smiling at him and giving the bird to the entire room of tattletails we were with. "I'm ready to get the hell out of here." He pretended he didn't hear any of the words being said, gently setting me on my feet so he could pull his sweatshirt on and grab his bags. "Don't celebrate too much, guys!" Bryan shouted as we left the locker room. The conversation quickly turned to going and grabbing food and drinks as we walked away.

"Baby, I love it when you wrap yourself around me, but what the hell has gotten into you tonight?" Jon asked, as I was indeed all over him. I had been since we got back, only letting him go long enough for him to shower. My legs were thrown over his, my arms tight around his waist as we lay in bed, some action movie playing on the TV. Swinging myself around so I was completely sitting on his lap, I tucked myself as close to him as possible. "Never, ever, ever ghost me before a match again," I whimpered, gently rubbing the back of his neck. "Princess," he sighed, hands rubbing my back gently, ever so slowly, pushing my t-shirt further and further up until he could pull it over my head and toss it to the side. "I don't like not knowing what's happening up here," I mumbled, tapping his temple gently, our eyes locking. "I'm sorry baby. I didn't mean to worry you, but I also didn't want to freak you out by being around," he smirked, dropping his hands to my bare thighs and rubbing gently. "You? Freak me out? Come on, Moxy. I think we're past that," I giggled, shaking my head at the man, my smile slowly turning into a frown. "Tara, what's wrong? You've been all over the place with your moods lately. More than normal," he sighed, sitting up just a little bit straighter and pulling me closer. "I'm pregnant," I whispered, unsure how he would react to the news; I honestly wasn't sure how I felt yet. "What?" he asked, tilting my head with two fingers under my chin, his eyes flicking over my face quickly. "I'm pregnant, Jon, and I'm terrified," I whimpered, wrapping my arms around his shoulders tightly as he pressed my face into his neck. "Baby, you don't need to be scared. You never have to be afraid when I'm around, okay?" he whispered, hand tangled in my hair, holding me tight to his body. "Now let me see," he mumbled, pushing me back and looking down at my mid-section, tilting his head to the side. "Now that you say that, I don't know how I missed this," he admitted, running his hand from just under my breasts to the top of my shorts, his hand visibly rising and then dipping again. 

"I swear it was not that noticeable yesterday," I assured, having been shocked when I got out of the shower this morning and actually noticed the swell to my once flat stomach. "How far along are you?" he asked, hands resting on my midsection. "Doc Samson thinks about two months, maybe three," I shrugged. "I have my first ultrasound next week," I informed, reaching for my phone and pulling the appointment notification. "Doc thinks we should find a midwife from Cinnci to bring on the road with us. No matter where we are, when the baby decides to make an appearance, someone will know everything going on," I sighed, rolling off his hips and curling into his side. "Makes sense, at least until you get too far along, then maybe just stay off the road," he shrugged, scrunching my nose. "That's gonna be a hard no for me," I sighed, looking up at him. "I'd rather be on the road with you and give birth in the locker room than be at home in a hospital room without you," I whispered, leaning up to press my lips to his. "Oh, I'm sure the guys would be thrilled if they had to figure out how to deliver a baby while I'm in a match," he laughed loudly. "Oh god, no. I love them, and I'm sure somehow Bryan would know exactly what to do but I don't need them seeing me anymore naked than they already have" I snorted remembering when they had walked in on Jon and I in the shower one night. "We'll figure it out together like we do everything else," he promised, kissing my head, a comfortable silence falling between us as we both sat silently in our thoughts.