Never Let Me Go (Brock Lesnar)

Chapter Nineteen

          Before we left the hotel, I stuck some Sprite and saltines in my purse just in case the baby had other plans. I was determined to go to this fight and nothing was going to stop me. Once we were ready, we left the hotel through the back and entered the arena through the talent entrance. Fans were lined on either side against barriers, chanting Brock's name. They were confident in him and so was I.

          Brock had been a little worried about me and my stress disorder all week. He was certain I'd have a spell before we ever got to the arena but I hadn't. I was actually quite calm about it, probably due to the fact that I was more concerned about my morning sickness than anything else...

          "Here it is." Rick added, stopping at Brock's locker room door. We all went inside and took a look around. Well, Rick and Kate did anyway. Brock and I had already seen it as it was the same room as last time.

          As they took in the scenery, I went over and sat on the couch, ignoring my sudden verge of nausea. "Have I told you that you are the most stubborn woman I have ever met in my life?" Brock asked as he sat beside of me.

          I chuckled. "I think you've mentioned it a time or two... Why?"

          "Because I can tell your sick and I think it would be best for you to stay in here with Kate. You can watch it on the monitor and I'll only be a few steps away." He was sincerely worried and I could tell.

          "If it would make you feel better then I'll stay right here. But if I see something I don't like, I'll be out there before you can blink."

          He smiled. "I wouldn't doubt it."

          I hated giving in but I knew it was probably best. He was concerned about me and if I started vomiting on everybody out there, he'd get distracted. Plus, I didn't want to embarrass myself either... That would be really bad.

          It wasn't long until it was time for his entrance. We had a moment to ourselves before he went out with Rick. Kate and I stayed in the locker room and watched the monitor. I really wasn't feeling so hot and eventually had to relieve my stomach before Brock even got in the octagon. Nothing came up except liquid which I was assuming was stomach acid. That's all that could be left.

          When I returned to the couch, I sipped my Sprite just in time to see the start of the first round. My nerves were starting to get to me but I ignored them. Brock threw a punch and caught his opponent just above the eye, making blood ooze down his cheek. He was shocked and made one crucial error by reaching up to check it. Just as he saw the blood, Brock took him down and somehow managed to lock in a submission hold. Kate jumped up and so did I. "Oh my god! He's gonna tap! He's gonna tap! He's gonna win the belt in the first round!" I was screaming now as Kate and I watched the monitor wide-eyed.

          "He's fading! Come on, dude! Tap!" Kate yelled.

          We were practically jumping up and down when I saw the guy's hand tap the mat. "And your winner by way of submission, the new UFC Heavyweight Champion, Brock Lesnar!"

          I stopped looking at the monitor and kicked my heels off as I left the locker room. Kate followed as we waited by the arena doors backstage. Within minutes, Brock and Rick emerged, Brock with the title over his shoulder. I ran toward him and jumped as he caught me in midair. "You did it!" I gave him a big kiss before pulling away from him. "Oh my God, you smell horrific!" I backed away and held my nose.

         Kate and Rick totally lost it as they fell into hysterical laughter. Brock just smiled. "Babe, have you ever heard of sweat?"

          "Yes but that is some bad funk... Good Lord, take a shower!"

          Kate looked to Brock. "Don't feel too bad, it's just the hormones. She just has a heightened sense of smell."

          Brock chuckled. "Apparently... Gez."

          I couldn't describe that terrible smell if I wanted to. You just had to be there. And yes, it was that bad. So bad, in fact, that I made Brock take a shower before we even left the arena. He probably thought I was over-reacting but he wasn't the one with a highly sensitive nose. Actually, I wasn't even sure if his sense of smell worked at all.

          Once his scent was tolerable, we went back to the hotel and called the kids. They insisted we video chat right after the fight and that's exactly what we did. We played them a little at first. Mya answered with all the kids gathered around her and Brock and I held our heads down in shame. It drove them nuts until Brock pulled the belt into the picture. They completely lost it, screaming and yelling and clapping. Poor Olivia came running to see what the fuss was about and then joined them after she realized what was going on.

          When they finally calmed down enough to speak, Ajay was the first to ask if Brock would let him wear the belt when we got home and before too long, they all asked. Ajay and Natalie just wanted to hold it cause it was special and the rest of the kids wanted to take a picture with it to show their friends. I thought it was sweet and I think Brock did too. He agreed to let them but it really didn't surprise me. Even though he could be the strict parent, he loved them just as much as they loved him. And they knew if he was in a good mood, they could get whatever they wanted.

          Well, they learnt that part from me...