Amahle and Jey thought they had overcome the worst of their challenges of their relationship. Their love, forged in the fires of adversity, seemed unbreakable.
But, as they settle on their new paths they both try to tackle, unforeseen obstacles beg...
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The arena was electric on October 21, 2024, as Jey stepped into the ring on Monday Night Raw, his title gleaming on his shoulder. But tonight wasn't just about the championship; it was personal.
His opponent, Bron Breakker, was relentless, a powerhouse determined to dethrone him. The match was brutal—each move more calculated than the last, each blow heavier. But it wasn't Bron alone that sealed Jey's fate.
In a shocking turn, his cousin Jacob Fatu stormed the ring, delivering a devastating interference that allowed Bron to re-claim victory. The crowd erupted, torn between shock and excitement as Jey lay on the mat, the weight of the betrayal sinking in.
His character seethed, his fury palpable, but beneath the kayfabe exterior, Jey felt an odd sense of peace.
Backstage, after the cameras stopped rolling, Jey shrugged off the loss with a bittersweet smile. Sure, his reign had ended, but he couldn't bring himself to feel defeated.
Not when life outside the ring had handed him something far more valuable—a baby on the way.
Tuesday morning, The house was quiet when Jey walked through the door early the next morning. He dropped his bags near the entrance and made his way upstairs, exhaustion from the match weighing heavily on him.
But as he reached their bedroom, he heard a sound that sent a bolt of worry through him—retching, followed by the faint scratching of Mumble's paws outside the bathroom door.
"Amahle?" he called out, quickening his pace.
Pushing the door open, his heart sank. Amahle was hunched over the toilet, her face covered with a sheer layer of sweat, one hand gripping the edge of the counter for support.
"Baby," he softly murmured, rushing to her side. He gently pulled her curly hair back and placed a soothing hand on her back, rubbing slow circles as she struggled through another wave of nausea.
"I'm okay," she croaked, though her voice was weak.
"No, ya' not," he countered softly, his concern etched across his face. "This morning sickness is hitting you hard as hell mama."
Amahle managed a weak laugh. "More like all-day sickness. Whoever named it 'morning sickness' clearly fucking lied."
Jey couldn't help but chuckle, though his worry remained. He pressed a cool washcloth to her forehead, his heart aching at how drained she looked. "You've been like this all mornin'?"
