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"Fergie?"

I whined as I shook him awake.

"What?"

He groaned.

"Can you please get up and sit with me. I know it's really early in the morning but I can't sleep and Gabriella keeps kicking."

I whined.

"Pam, no. I haven't slept in days I'm not waking up for you."

Fergal said rudely.

"Fergie..."

"Pamela, No! Go downstairs by yourself!"

He yelled at me. I grabbed my pillow and blanket and walked down the hall with tears in my eyes. I couldn't even call my best friend to talk to her when Fergal got like this.

"Why does everyone have to be so mean to us?"

I asked Gabriella as I rubbed my bump. I laid on the couch, crying for about 20 minutes before I heard footsteps coming down the hall.

"Pam? Are you up?"

I heard Fergal's voice.

"I'm in here."

I said in between sobs.

"Oh, Pam. I'm sorry for being so rude."

Fergal said as he knelt down next to me on the floor.

"It's fine. I just need you right now Fergie. I just lost my best friend, our daughter is due in 8 Weeks, you have a title match next week, it's all a mess right now."

"I know. I'm always here for Gabriella and I and I want you to know that."

Fergal said as he rubbed my bump.

"Fergie, I'm scared about Sasha. She's been my friend for years. What if she turns into a Kylie or Mandy?"

I said as I sat up and started crying.

"Shhh, do not cry. You're okay. If she pulls a stunt like them, I'll fucking kill her, Okay?"

Fergal said, causing me to laugh a bit.

"Okay. I love you."

"I love you too. Now let's go back to bed."

Fergal said as he led me back into the bedroom.