Beast In Love || Brock Lesnar

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CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX | BABY DRAMA

You don't ever have a bitch understand you
Most of them wanna use you when they ran through

I was arriving at the arena. I was taken back to see masses of fans waiting behind barriers at the talent entrance.

As soon as they saw me, they started cheering. God, I love this. I walked inside.

I was walking down the corridor. I was about to head to catering until Stephanie and Paul stopped in front of me. Great.

"Shaniece, we're so glad that you're here. Dad wanted us to tell you to see him in his office and your script for tonight is in my office, so whenever you are ready, come and get it." Stephanie said.

Paul smiled and pulled me into a tight hug. "I'm so happy; it's going to be fun tonight," he said as I laughed.

"I'm just happy," Stephanie said.

"Shane told you guys, didn't he?" I asked.

"Told us what?" Paul asked.

"Don't play dumb now," I said.

"Yeah, he did. Congrats on the baby. You know what they say third times the charm." Paul said.

"Paul, I think that's for weddings," Stephanie said, laughing at her husband.

"Thanks, H," I said.

When they finally left, I walked into catering. I grabbed a bottle of water before sitting down.

Sighing, I pulled out my phone and checked my messages. Brock still hasn't replied to my text.

If he thinks he can ignore me, then he has another thing coming.

"Hey, Shaniece." My brother, Shane, said, taking a seat next to me.

"Is he here?" I asked, taking a sip of my water.

"Yes, he's in his locker room." He said, checking his phone.

"I'm going to talk to him and tell him," I said, getting up.

"Good luck, and remember no screaming; we don't need everyone in your business, Shaniece." He said. I walked out of catering.

Walking down the hallway towards his dressing room, my heels clicking with every step. I was so nervous, what if he goes off.

What if he denies it? What if he leaves me? All these questions were going through my mind as I walked closer and closer to the dressing room.

He would be a wonderful father to our child. He would be a wonderful man, and he is a gentleman towards me.

I stopped at his door and took a deep breath.

I can do this.

I CAN DO THIS!

Knocking on the dressing room door to Brock's room, I remember what Shane told me. No yelling, and don't let people in your business. I heard the door open then I saw him.

He smiled at me then pulled me in, shutting the door. He started kissing me, and it began to get heated very quickly.

Suddenly, I got the urge to throw up and pushed him running to the bathroom. I shut the door, locking it, and threw up in the toilet. After I got done and I threw up again.

"Are you okay?" Brock asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I replied.

I flushed the toilet and got up, dusting myself off. I wiped the tears away and washed my mouth out, then washing my hands. I opened the door to a concerned Brock.

"You okay?" he asked, hugging me close.

I took in his scent, which I loved, and being wrapped up in his strong arms. I felt so protected in them, even in bed with him. I felt like no one could harm me when I'm with him.

"What's going on?" He asked.

"Brock, don't freak out, but I'm pregnant...." I said.

"What?" He asked.

"I'm pregnant," I said.

"How far along?" He asked.

"Almost four months in three weeks. Why?" I replied.

"Because that's not my baby." He said.

"Yes, it is," I said.

"No, I'm not the father. You're just like the rest of the girls. What? You think you're going to get a big payday off of me for eighteen years. Well, if that's what you think, then you should go get an abortion." He yelled at me.

"Fuck you, Brock. I don't need shit from you. My baby and I will be alright without you, asshat." I yelled, walking out of his dressing room. How dare he denies any responsibility to our child.

Dammit, Brock, you're going to regret this.

"Dammit, Shaniece, come back. I'm sorry." Brock said, following me.

"No, fuck you," I said.

"Fine," Brock said, then picking me up and carrying me back into his locker room.

He placed it on the couch then closed the door.

"Look, I'm sorry, okay. After my divorce from Rena and how she used the kids to take almost everything from me, I didn't think I could ever do something like this again. I let what you women call 'insecurities' get in the way." He said, running his hands over his face.

"Brock, didn't I tell you that I'm not Rena? I would never use our child as a weapon against you. Ugh, you don't understand what it feels like to share a happy moment with someone you love, to have them ruin it." I said, tearing up.

"I know you're not Rena, but I just need you to understand what I'm going through." He said.

"I do understand, which is why I'm giving you a chance to make things right," I said.

"How?" He asked.

"Be there and prove to me that your insecurities won't get in the way of us or our baby," I replied.

"Okay." He said.

"I swear to God if you pull something like this again, I'll destroy you, Brock, and that's a promise," I said.

"You are like your family. I promise to be on my best behavior, and if I have any doubts, I'll talk to you and not overreact." He said.

"Good, cause there can only be one dramatic person in this relationship, and that's me," I said.