Accidents Can Happen...

Waking up the next morning, I groaned when I heard banging on the front door. Not that many people knew where my hotel room was except my cousin, the girls and also Stephanie and Hunter. Getting up from the couch, I stepped over Kat and Sarah, and slowly made my way to the door. Passing the clock that was on the microwave, I groaned louder because it was literally the ass crack of dawn.

Walking over to the door, I unlocked it, not bothering to look through the peephole and opened the door; automatically being yelled that by none other than Heather.

“Who the hell invited you here?!” Heather yelled.

I just groaned internally while looking at Heather. This was so unnecessary, it’s the ass crack of dawn and I have to listen to this nonsense so early in the morning. Does she not know what sleep is? I didn’t even realize she was asking me a question until she started snapping in my face. Really…?

“I’m talking to you!”

“And I’m zoning you out. Listen, we have all the time in the world to fight and shit. I finally was able to get some rest, I miss my husband and daughter, and seeing your face is making me want to want Shrek.” I rolled my eyes, laughing to myself when Heather’s jaw dropped.

When she shrieked, turned on her heel and walked away, I simply just waved my fingers and gently closed the door behind me, not wanting to wake up the girls. Turning around, I yelped due to the fact that Kat was standing behind me, I’m guessing she heard the whole thing, so that mean I don’t have to waste my time telling her what happened.

“Tea?” Kat smiled, holding out the tea cup for me to take.

Thank god she remembers I love drinking tea so early in the morning when people are annoying me.

“Yes, please.” I

~~~~ Taylor’s POV in Los Angeles ~~~~

So, I have officially been told that I am now 2 months pregnant, and also… the Kings aren’t making the playoffs either. Isn’t this grand? When you’re hoping for another playoff run, boom, shit hits the fan. Walking around the condo in a tank top and sweatpants, I groaned still at the morning sickness I had just experienced minutes prior.

Dustin was out with the team at the Staple Center, having their last team morning skate of the season. Just thinking about it makes me emotional. Grabbing my MacBook, I logged on to the computer and decided to check up on everyone. Ever since I officially moved to California, I sadly had begun to lost touch with the girls and I feel bad.

I used to be with them practically 24/7 and now I feel like a ghost. The only times I can actually see them is certain weekends when I’m not busy, and also when Chicago or Kings have a home and away game against each other. Sighing as I logged into my social media accounts, I saw a few messages from Sarah, Ashley and Kat. None from Jammy because well I already talk to her on the phone enough times that I know our friendship isn’t drifting.

I did know that everyone was here for the return on RAW, but all I could do was watch it from home. I would have enjoyed watching my friends kick the shit out of everyone, but at last, I couldn’t, I hate being sick and well pregnant for that matter. Deciding to turn on the TV and put on Netflix, I sighed happily due to the fact that I was only on season 2 of Gossip Girl and not further. Bless the heavens above.

Middle of episode 3, I heard the front door beginning to jiggle. Looking over at my security cam, I smiled noticing that it was my loving husband, Dustin.

“Tay!” Dustin called from the front door. I heard bags, so I really hope he brought food.

“In the bedroom! Did you bring food?” I asked quickly pausing Netflix.

“Yeah, I got In-N-Out.”

This is why he’s my husband. Throwing the covers off of me, I quickly left the room and went downstairs. Not even paying attention to what I was doing, I tripped over the first step and began tumbling down the steps. The last thing I heard was Dustin calling my name till my eyes flew shut and everything went black.

~~~~ Corey’s POV in Chicago ~~~~

It feels weird waking up to not hearing Jamila’s snores and Christina’s cries for her mother’s bacon. I guess this is what fatherhood feels like when the mother is out and about. Looking at the clock, I realized that I have to be at the United Center in less than an hour. I wasn’t looking forward to getting ready to play against St. Louis. For some reason, I’m just not feeling it at much as I wanted to, but looks like I have to tough it out I guess.

Getting out of bed, I quickly shot Jamila a good morning text and hopped into the shower. Tonight was going to be weird because my family isn’t going to be in the crowd. At least I was able to get a good luck reward before we split. After a good 20 minutes in the shower, I walked out with a towel around my waist and reentered my room, just to find Amy inside, texting on her phone.

“Amy!” I shouted, causing her to jump off the bed.

Covering her eyes, Amy groaned “Why don’t you have clothes on?!”

“I just came out of the shower, you idiot. What are you doing in here?”

“Jammy wants to know if you gave Chrissy her medication, yet.” Amy told me.

“Um, obviously not. Why don’t you go give it to her?” I rolled my eyes, when Amy nodded her head and left my room to go give Christina her medicine.

AU

Ever since she was just a year old, Christina started acting out a lot. Asking questions, covering her ears at games and even throwing tantrums a lot. We went to the doctors to make sure that she everything is okay, but we were told that she Autism. Something that ran in Jamila’s family because of her little brother. And from here on out, Christina has been taking medication to reduce the risk of seizures and fainting.

The only thing is, no one, expect this household, my family and Jamila’s family know about Christina’s condition. After tightening my tie, I grabbed my phone and went downstairs. Christina was bouncing on the couch and eating her cereal, I’m guessing that’s the substitute for home cooked meal. Telling Christina and Amy goodbye, I left the house with all of my belongings and made my way to the arena, hoping and praying no one knows that I’m a bit late.

~~~~ My POV in Los Angeles ~~~~

I was glad that Hunter told Kat, myself and Jenny we didn’t need to be back till WrestleMania. Literally having a long few days to ourselves is something that we all needed. Mostly me, because having a 3 year old is exhausting.

Kat, Sarah, Ashley and myself were watching Grey’s Anatomy and getting emotional because one of our favorite characters had just died. I don’t what it is, but after that scene, I had a strange feeling that something bad just happened. I don’t know what it was.

Suddenly my phone began ringing. I groaned aimlessly because I didn’t feel like getting up, but I had to anyway. Looking at the incoming call after I walked over to the ringing device, I furred my eyebrows, not knowing why Dustin was calling me. Because it’s extremely not usual that Dustin calls.

“Hello Brownie.” I smiled, answering the phone.

“It’s Taylor! She- She fell and I don’t kn-”

I wasn’t even 100% sure what Dustin was even saying, so I literally told him to calm the hell down and repeat what he just said.

“Taylor. She was coming down the steps, and she slipped! There was so much blood, oh my god…” Dustin frantically said.

“What hospital?!”

“Ronald Reagan UCLA Medical Center.”

After he told me the hospital, I turned to the girls who were in shock as much as I was. But I was still in a state of shock because my best friend literally was in the hospital and she could have just lost her baby…

“Jam?” Sarah asked me.

“What’s going on?” Kat asked me next.

“Taylor got into an accident… she uh,” I started to explain while getting my stuff together “She fell down the steps. Son of a bitch, where is my phone!?” I yelled, becoming more panic than usual.

“Calm down! Sarah go get the keys and Ashley just stay here. We’ll let you know if everything is okay.” Kat said, gripping my shoulders and telling me to calm down.

I couldn’t calm down, all I could think about right now is if my best friend is even alive and if she still had her precious little human.

***

Running into the hospital after almost 45 minutes of driving, I went straight to the front desk and instantly asked for Taylor Brown. Going to the directions that were instructed to me, I quickly ran down a few hallways, Sarah and Kat trying to catch up with me at the same time as well.

When I saw Taylor’s room number, I went into the room, ignoring the nurses that were telling me to stay out of the room and gasped when I saw Taylor. I covered my mouth knowing the worse, I hated this feeling, and I hated all of it. Kat and Sarah were talking to Dustin, asking him what the hell even happened to Taylor.

“D-Dustin…” Taylor whispered softly, her eyes slowly beginning to open.

I didn’t say anything, I wanted Dustin to be the first person she sees when she opened her eyes fully.

“I’m here Taylor” Dustin said, holding Taylor’s hand tightly around his.

“What happened? Is the baby okay?”

To be continued…