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BROCK POV

I run into the bathroom after Cassie. She was hunched over the toilet, throwing up. This is the first time she's done this. I place a hand on her back and knelt down beside her. I rubbed her back, softly, in circles and started to worry.

She always held down her food, but this time, she couldn't hold her food, from all day today. Ten minutes later, she was leaning into my chest, as I leaned against the wall. I had my arms wrapped around her as I rocked us back and forth. "Are you okay Cass?"

"Now I am."

"Come on let's go back to bed." I pick her up and carried her to bed. I tucked her in and got in. I felt her cuddle up next to me. I wrap my arms around her and bring her closer to me. With her body flush against mine, I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

I wake up when I felt the plane land. "Mr. Lesnar we're here in San Fransisco."

"Okay, just lock it up. We'll be out in the morning." I call letting my head fall to the pillow. Cassie moves and sits up. "You okay Cass?"

"No not really. I feel like shit."

"Do you feel like you're about to..." she runs to the bathroom and hunches over the toilet. I walk in and sit next to her, rubbing her back. This is it. I'm taking her to the doctor when we're done here. She brushes her teeth and goes tot he bathroom. She comes back to the bed and lays down. "Cass?"

"Yes?"

"I'm taking you to the doctor. We need to find out what's wrong."

"Brock I'm sure it's nothing."

"Cassie?"

"What?" she faces me.

"When was your last period?" I could see her eye start to bug. I knew something was up. I pick her up and carry her outside. We get to the rental truck and drive to the nearest hospital. We walk in and had Cassie taken to a room.

"Ah Ms. Keith... Pleasure to meet you. I've seen you in WWE. Anyways my name is Dr. Drake. I will be your doctor for the morning. What seems to be the problem?"

"Well I threw up around midnight and then I threw up about ten, fifteen minutes ago. That's when Brock decided to drive me here."

"Okay. Well we'll have you lined up for some blood tests and... an ultrasound."

"Ultrasound?" Cassie asks him.

"It sounds like you might be pregnant. Um when was your last period?"

"About five weeks ago."

"Okay, well let me go get the nurse to get you ready." Dr. Drake walks out of the room. A few minutes later a nurse comes in and takes Cassie away. Being four in the morning, I didn't want to call Paul.

Twenty minutes later, a nurse comes back in. "Mr. Lesnar please come with me." I follow her to another room. There I saw Cassie on a bed and a machine with a screen. "Ah Mr. Lesnar. It turns out that Cassie is in fact pregnant. Five weeks to be exact. Are you the father by chance?"

"Yes. Cassie has not left my side since six weeks ago."

"Well then. It's settled we'll get papers to release you guys." The nurse cleaned Cassie's stomach up. She got dressed and we sat down in the room we were in earlier.

"So pregnant..." I start.

"Five weeks too." she smiles.

"Cassie I am so sorry. You just started and...." she kisses my lips.

"Brock it's fine. I would rather be here with you , and have this child... Instead of being miserable in that company. Nothing can make me happier than this moment right now."

"Okay then. We're having this baby."

"I would still have this child..." I look at her and smile.

"So what would you name the child?" I ask her.

"I don't know yet."

"Alright guys. So when Cassie comes to four to five months, take her in and you guys can find out what the gender of your baby will be. Other than that, you guys are free to go. Take it easy. I would recommend that you not wrestle, for quite sometime."

"Okay."

"Well that this was an eventful morning." I say as we walked onto the jet. We didn't want to stay in a hotel.

"That it was. I'm ready to go back to sleep."

"Same. Come on babe." we cuddle up next to each other and laid down. We closed my eyes, but I had to text Paul.

Brock: Paul do not come by at ten. We just got back from the hospital.

I waited for a response, but ten minutes later I got it.

Paul: Okay what time and why did you guys go to the hospital.

Brock: I'll tell you when you come over. Be here around four. We need to be at the arena by five to talk to Stephanie and Hunter.

Paul: Okay.

I put the phone in the drawer and closed my eyes. I fell asleep soon after.

**Dream**

I was in the ring waiting for my opponent. He came out and I thought it was Roman, but it was Randy. He RKOs me and sends me to the mat. I look up and there stood Cassie. She was heavily pregnant, and was standing with Paul, ringside.

I get up and suplex Randy, but he kicks out. I was grabbed by the throat and was starting to struggle for air. My vision was starting to blur and all I could see was Cassie trying to get into the ring. The last thing I saw was Randy kicking Cassie in the gut.

I black out and felt nothing. I wake up and looked around for Cassie. She was nowhere. I run backstage and found Paul. He directed me to the hospital tent. As I walked in there was Cassie, crying...

"Cassie?" she looks up with tears in her eyes.

"What?... What happened?"

"She... She's gone." We were going to have a little girl. We were going to name her Stephanie Ann Marie Lesnar, after my mother, Stephanie Ann and grandmother, Marie.

**End of Dream**

I shot up and looked around. Cassie's head was still on my head and she didn't show any sign of pregnancy. I smiled, kissed her head and fell back asleep.