Remind Me [WWE] [Shawn Michaels] {Book 2}

Chapter Ten: She's Mine?

|Shawn|

Circa 1999

I held the plastic stick in front of me, still trying to process the little lines on the screen.

"You're pregnant," I echoed, in pure shock.

"Isn't it exciting?" Rebecca asked, wrapping her arms around me. She was wearing the brightest smile I had ever seen. "A little munchkin to call our own."

I was going to be a father.

It was exciting: deep down, it was something I'd always wanted. But it was also terrifying.

Was I in the right mind to raise a kid? I was still popping the painkillers, and I didn't even know the first thing about parenting.

What if they hated me? He or she, the little person we created, could grow to resent me.

What if I was a terrible father? I had always been more of a drifter than someone who settled down.

While my fears pounded in my ears, I realized I never answered her question.

"Yes," I breathed. Despite all of that, I knew I would love the kid. I was thrilled to start a family, something I thought wouldn't happen for several more years.

I leant down to kiss Rebecca. "I can't wait to meet him."

If it was boy, I could teach him how to play ball. I could teach him how to shave. Eventually I would have to teach him how to treat a woman.

"Her," she corrected. "I think it's a girl."

A little girl would be fun too. I could still teach her to play ball, or learn to dance if that's what she was into. I could watch dumb chick flicks. I could treat her like a princess.

"I'm going to love them no matter what they are."

***

When Kat and I arrived at the hotel, she walked in front of me to get to the information desk. I felt an amused smile grow across my face as I noticed the broken heart on Kat's lower back, poking out over her jeans. "Nice tat."

She turned around immediately. "For your information, that's not even for you."

"Right... it's for the other guy that wears hearts." The sarcasm just flew out of me.

"Jimmy Hart!" she exclaimed, as if she had racked her brain and that was all she could think of.

"Uh huh." I crossed my arms, not buying any of this. The tattoo was clearly designed after my brand. "Because you're such a Jimmy Hart fan that you decided to get a tramp stamp for him, even though he's 30 years your senior."

"...shut up," she mumbled.  I found the whole scene pretty entertaining. Though she tried to hide it, I could see the corners of Kat's mouth turn up in a slight smile.

If we were going to be forced to spend time with each other, at least we could make the best of it.

The hotel room we had to rent only had one bed--of course. This was all part of Vince's new big scheme. The worst part was the looks we received from coworkers when they saw us together. I didn't want this to paint Kat in a bad light; everyone knew she was dating someone else.

They probably remembered our history, too. Couldn't they tell this was just for an angle?

"I'll take the floor," I offered. I wanted to make Kat more comfortable, knowing this situation we were in wasn't the best. She, however, had no intentions of letting me be a gentleman.