In Love With The Showstopper||Shawn Michaels

Chapter 23: Moving Back

Sabrina's POV

I put my phone down and tried to not cry. Jeff knocked on my door and we left to the hotel room. I'm so thankful that Jeff is being supportive. He recently got a divorce with his wife, Beth. They had two kids and the problem was, they were so young. They both found other people and figured it was best if they split. He was there for his wife and now he's there for me. 

*4 Months Later*

I'm eight months pregnant. I'm so big and honestly I think I'm gonna give birth soon. No not think, I know! My due date is in a couple weeks. Shawn still hasn't even contacted me. It's sad. He just left me like that. Jeff has been treating me like his girlfriend or something and the baby like his own. But it's nice, I like it. Jeff is currently trying to feel the baby kick. He really likes when she kicks. That's right, I said she. It's a girl. There was a knock and Jeff got up to answer it. 

"Get out!" Jeff yelled at someone. I got up and was hesitantly walking towards the stairs to see who it was. "Get out before I call the cops." I heard him say. Then there was a loud noise followed by a groan. This startled me. I'm eight months the pregnant and there could be a killer in his house. I hesitantly walked down the stairs and saw Shawn. 

"Shawn! What the hell?!" I yelled.

"I'm sorry." He simply answered.

"You're what?" I asked.

"Sorry! I'm sorry, Sabrina! I'm sorry for not being there, I'm sorry for walking out, hell I'm sorry for even getting you pregnant! You still look hot too. I have been keeping track of your pregnancy. I couldn't have let you give birth without me. Please just come back and live with me, we can get through this together." Shawn begged.

"Shawn. First off, you are crazy for flying all the way here just to tell me that, second off, I really love you but you left me. It really hurt Shawn, I had to be here all alone for eight months without your support. I love you and I wanted my baby to actually know it's dad." I explained.

 "Yea but I didn't think I was ready to be a dad. I am now, though." He hugged me and carried me. "You're really light! You're eight months pregnant and how much do you weight?"

"You don't ask a girl that! And I weigh 132 pounds." I shrugged. He looked shocked at how light I am. Usually people would be at least 150 depending on your original weight. I was 100 pounds so I knew I wouldn't get to heavy. Me and Jeff talked a little and I ended up leaving. We went back to Arizona.