It was close to midnight. Marsha opened the champagne as they prepared to toast to the New Year. The phone rang. Melissa picked up. It was Glen.

"You're right on time. It's close to midnight here."

"I'm a couple of hours behind you," he said. "We just got through with the show. A bunch of us are going to a party to celebrate. I wish I was there right now."

"Beth and Marsha are here to help me celebrate and keep me company. " She held out the phone. "HI GLEN! WE PROMISE NOT TO LET HER STAY ALONE. AT LEAST UNTIL YOU GET HERE!" the girls yelled.

Melissa put the phone back to her. "Well, as you can hear, I'll have my hands full."

Glen laughed. "I'm glad they're with you. I don't like you being alone on New Year's Eve."

"You said you're going to a party."

"Yeah. The boss is throwing a party at the hotel. I decided to go."

"Have a good time. Don't kiss too many girls."

"There's only one I want to kiss."

Glen heard the girls counting down. Looking at his watch, "HAPPY NEW YEAR."

"HAPPY NEW YEAR! When will you be back?"

"I plan to be there in about two weeks."

"HAPPY NEW YEAR, GLEN!"

Glen and Melissa both laughed.

"Hey, Glen, come on!"

"I guess I had better get going. Mark is ready to leave. I'll call you tomorrow. I love you."

"I love you, too."

Saying their good-byes, Melissa hung up. Beth and Marsha razzed her, but they were happy for her.

Mark and Glen were leaving the arena to go to the hotel in Mark's rental. "Who were you talking to, as if I can't guess," Mark said.

"It was Melissa."

"You're serious about her, aren't you?"

"Yeah. Very serious."

"How long have you two been knowing each other?"

"We met 8 months ago."

"Ever thought about the next step? Or hasn't it gone that far yet?"

Glen didn't say anything. He hadn't thought about asking her. He guessed it was about time to start thinking about that next step.

Melissa was getting ready to leave work one day when she became very dizzy. She leaned against the corner of her desk. It was about a couple of minutes before she felt able to walk out the door. She thought nothing of it, thinking she might be having a flu symptom. When she got to her apartment, she again became dizzy. This time she barely made it to the restroom as she also became sick to her stomach. A thought came to her head. She went to bed early that night. In the morning she woke up, nauseated, heaving into the toilet. She called in sick, then made a doctor's appointment. Luckily she was able to get in the same day.

She sat on the examining table, waiting for the results. It was an hour later when the doctor returned. "Well, you're pregnant. I would say no more than 4 weeks at the most. Congratulations."

Melissa took a deep breath. Glen had called to say he would be flying in the next day. She went home, wondering how she would break the news to him. What would he say?

Glen got in the next afternoon, grabbing the first cab he saw. Melissa had stayed home all that day, practicing in her mind what she would say. She was still practicing when he entered (she had given him his own key). As soon as she entered, he could see something was wrong. He saw how pale she looked. When he went to hug her, she put her hand to her mouth and ran to the bathroom. Glen had a shocked look on his face, then he became concerned. He went to the bathroom, hearing her cough and sputter.

"'Lissa. Is everything okay?" he asked as he found the door was locked.

Slowly the door opened. Glen saw her holding her stomach as she leaned against the wall. He picked her up and carried her to the bed. He sat beside her, pushing her hair back from her face. "I've heard of people being sick at the sight of someone, but I didn't think it was so literal," he said with a smile.

"Very funny," she said. "I haven't felt good for the past couple of days. I went to the doctor yesterday. I told him I was getting dizzy and throwing up so he ran some tests." Melissa hesitated. "He told me I'm pregnant."

It took a while for the words to sink in. He sat there, a stunned look. "How did that happen?"

Melissa started to laugh. "Glen, how do you think?" Glen then realized what he had just said. "How far along?" "The doctor said no more than 4 weeks."

He looked at her stomach, running his hand gently over it. He had made a new life. He bent and kissed her forehead, then laid his head on her stomach. "I'm going to be a father," he whispered as a big smile came across his face.

Chapter 17

Triple H was waiting for his cell phone to ring. He paced back and forth like a caged animal. What was taking so long?

Shortly after the show left New York, Triple H had contacted an old buddy of his who owed him a favor. Although he hadn't seen him for quite a few years, he knew where to find him. He had walked along a deserted alley to a rundown building. Here was where he found his buddy, in the middle of a hot game of craps.

He knew better than to interrupt his friend's game, especially if he was winning, as he had quite a temper. Tonight had not been a good night and soon he had lost all of his money. He had looked up to see Triple H. The guy knew he would be back in as his friend always had money.

"Well, if it isn't the fuckin' game," his buddy said. "I know you didn't come here for the scenery. What's up?"

"I want you to do something." He explained to his buddy what he wanted. They shook hands, Triple H advancing him some money. His buddy went back to join in the game as Triple H left.

The phone rang.

"It's about damn time you called! Did you find out anything?"

"Not yet. I followed him, but I lost him in the middle of traffic. But from the way the cab was going, they were heading to the west side."

"That's not enough! I want the exact address. Got it?"

"Yeah, Yeah. What's with the tail anyway?"

"That's none of your damn business. Just keep tailing him."

Triple H hung up. He was getting impatient. No one puts on hand on him or tells him what to do, especially a masked retard. He left the hotel room to go to a bar just down the street. A smile came across his face. Once he found out, he knew just what he would do.

The phone rang. Glen picked up. It was Marsha.

"Who's this?" she asked.

"This is Glen."

"Oh, Glen! This is Marsha. Is "Lissa around?"

"Yeah, but she's lying down right now. She's not feeling well."

"GLEN, WHO IS IT?" Melissa yelled.

"It's Marsha."

Melissa walked unsteadily to the phone. "Hey, Marsha."

"'Lissa, are you okay? Glen said you weren't feeling well."

"I'm feeling a bit woozy, but it's nothing serious. I'm pregnant, that's all."

"WHAT! OH MY GOD! WHAT ARE YOU DOING ON THE PHONE? YOU SHOULD BE LYING DOWN! Wait till I tell Beth! Is there anything you need?"

Melissa smiled. "I have everything here I need," looking at Glen. "I'll see you later."

When Melissa hung up, Glen made her shower, then get back into bed. He went in the kitchen and fixed her some soup and a sandwich. While she ate, he showered, changing into a t-shirt and cut offs. Taking the tray to the kitchen, he thought about what Mark had said. This would be a big step for him. Spending one's life with one person was something he hadn't thought about.

He looked towards the bedroom. She had entered his life like an answer to a prayer. Now a new life would be coming into the world in a few months;a life that he and Melissa had made. The more he thought about it, the more he knew that he should ask her. Not only because he loved her, because their child deserved to have two parents. But if he asked her, she would think it would be because she was pregnant, not because he loved her.

Glen went back to the room. Melissa had lay down in the bed. He took off his shirt and cut-offs and got under the covers. As gently as he could, he pulled her close to him, laying her head on his shoulder. Turning off the light, he turned his head to her. Melissa stirred, her arm draped over his chest.

The next morning Melissa stirred in the bed, her stomach somewhat queezy. She looked at the clock. "Oh my gosh! I'm late!" She got up to shower and dress;the sudden movement made her cover her mouth and rush to the bathroom. Cleaning up, she went back in the room. She called the office to say she was still sick.

She heard noises coming from the kitchen and went to see what was going on. Glen was dishing up some bacon and eggs. The smell made her stomach queezy all over again. Glen saw how pale she looked. "I thought you would have slept longer."

"I heard noises. I was going to work but I'm still a little woozy in the stomach."

"Would you like some?"

"Right now I'll have just juice. That's about all I can handle."

Glen made her sit while he poured, then sat and began eating. He wondered if now would be the right time. Melissa could see something was on his mind. "Want to talk about it?"

Glen stopped eating. "I don't know, 'Lissa. I want to say but....Damn! How can I say it?" For a few seconds he didn't say a word. "'Lissa, I want to ask you something." He looked around. "Damn, this is hard!" He took a deep breath. "Would you marry me?"

Melissa stared.

"I know we haven't spent a lot of time together with me being on the road so much."

Melissa finally found her voice. "Glen, I don't know what to say. You aren't doing this because of the baby, are you?"

"Partly. I'm doing this because I love you. I know it's a big step, but I have thought this over. I want you in my life permanently."

Melissa was dumbfounded. She got up and walked into the living room. Glen followed her into the room, taking her arms and turning her around. "Do you want me to leave?"

"No, Glen. You just caught me by surprise." Melissa leaned against his chest. For some minutes she didn't say anything. Glen was beginning to get nervous. Had he asked too soon?

Melissa looked up at him. "Yes."

A smile came across his face as he picked her up off the floor and whirled her around. The he remembered her condition and put her gently down. He bent and kissed her passionately, picking her up and carrying to the bed. He took her gown off, then undressed. Carefully laying over her, he kissed her, planting small kisses on her cheek and neck. Cupping her breasts, he rubbed the tips till they stood out, gently sucking each one. Melissa held his head as he kissed them, loving the touch of his lips. He slid down, kissing and nipping the skin at her waist. He slid further till he came to her thighs, gently opening them, kissing all around, making her moan for more. Lifting her hips, he covered her slit as his tongue lazily went up and down, going over the center of her desire, closing his lips around it. She lifted her hips, her whole body on fire. "Oh Glen!" she whimpered. Her hands tangled in his hair as she rocked her hips. Glen ran his hands up her body, massaging her breasts till she thought she would burst.

Glen crawled up her body, throbbing from his delicious lovemaking. Taking his shaft, he put it in her, then slowly slid in. Both groaned as they moved together. He stopped, "What about the baby?" "The baby is fine," she said. He moved again, gripping her hips as he sped up his strokes. "'Lissa!" he cried as he burst in her. Pulling his head down she kissed him, When the both of them had calmed down, he laid to her side. Melissa curled next to him, her head in the crook of his arm.

Chapter 18

Glen and Melissa announced their plans to marry to Beth and Marsha, who had stopped to see how she was. The girls were ecstatic. "Congrats you two! Looks like there will be lots to do. When is the big day?"

"Glen will be on the road for a couple of months. He'll be getting a week off then."

"That's not much time, 'Lissa."

"I don't want a big ceremony. Just a few of mine and Glen's friends. That's all. You know I don't like a lot of hoopla."

"I'll ask Mark if he wants to be the best man. He's the closest to a friend I have."

Glen left the next day for Boston. He went to the arena still in a state of euphoria. As he worked out, he thought about what their life would be like, especially with a child on the way. He stopped to rest, picturing the three of them together. He didn't notice Mark approach.

Mark had noticed how Glen had changed over the past few months . Although still somewhat to himself, he was more open, more animated. Mark figured it had to be the woman he had seen him with. Somehow she had broken through Glen's reserve and brought out what he had hid inside.

"Hey, partner. You look like you're in another world," Mark commented.

Glen shook his head. "Hey, Mark!"

"Judging from the look on your face, I take it your weekend was good?"

"It was. I found out I'm going to be a father," Glen said with a big smile.

"Congratulations," Mark said, shaking Glen's hand.

Triple H came in the workout room. He was still no closer to finding her. He saw Glen and Mark talking, then saw them shake hands.

Glen saw Triple H at the door. He looked at him with an icy stare. Triple H pretended to not see them and walked over to an area not far from them.

Mark had heard what had happened. "Hey, skip Triple H. Don't let it bug you. You were going to tell me something else."

"I took that big step, Mark. 'Lissa and I are getting married in a couple of months. I want you to be the best man."

"You dog you. I'll be glad to be best man."

Glen told him that the ceremony would be small and private, with just a few of their close friends. Mark and Glen finished their workout and left.

Triple H hadn't heard what they said, but he could tell it was good news. He had to find out. It was just before the show started that he heard of Glen's upcoming marriage.

Chapter 19

Triple H knew he had to move fast. He had come up with a plan and it was time to put it into action. After making a phone call, he went on to his match.

After the show that night, there were a group of fans waiting in the back. When they saw Glen they rushed over to get his autograph. Among them was a woman that eyed Glen. She smiled as she saw the build on him. She waited, being the last one.

"Would you sign please?" she asked, looking at him with big eyes.

Glen put his bag down and the water he was carrying. "How do you want me to sign it?"

Glen wrote what she wanted. He gave back her book and pen then turned to leave. The woman put her hand on his arm. Glen tried to be nice but he was tired and wanted to get back to the hotel, plus he was wanting to talk to Melissa.

"Miss, I'm tired and would like to get some rest."

"You sure you wouldn't want some company to 'rest' with you?"

"No thanks." he picked up his bag and water drinking it down as he left. "You might have company resting with you sooner than you think," she thought to herself.

Melissa sat on the couch munching dill pickles and ice cream. Beth and Marsha were watching her eat the concoction with disgusting looks on their faces. "Euuww!! How can you eat that?" Beth asked.

"It's absolutely delicious," Melissa said, dipping another pickle in the ice cream."

"Do all women eat this when they get pregnant?"

"I don't know. All I know is this is what I want," she replied. "Oh, did you bring the stuff I wanted from the store?"

'Yeah, here it is," Marsha said. "Doritos, mayonnaise, french fries and cheesecake yogurt. You're going to eat all of this?"

"Yep," Melissa answered, opening the chips and mayo.

The girls sat watching as she dipped the Doritos in mayo and then drank milk on top of it. "I hope you get over this soon. I can just picture Glen seeing you eat all this."

"He's supposed to be calling. I wonder what's keeping him. He's usually good at calling."

"Maybe he got hung up."

The girls finalized the wedding plans, getting invitations ready to mail out.

_____________________________________________ Mark was laughing as he watched Glen pace back and forth. "Come on, settle down, Glen. Everything is going to work out."

"You can sound calm. You're not the one getting married," he said pacing. "You got the ring?"

"It's right here,"Mark said as he pulled it from his suit pocket.

Mark looked at the clock. "It's time." As they went out the door, Mark shook Glen's hand. "Congratulations." Glen took a deep breath and smiled.

The wedding was being held in a small chapel not far from where Melissa worked. The guests attending were mainly those Melissa worked with along with a few of the wrestlers Glen had invited, and Vince himself. Marsha was maid of honor and Beth the bridesmaid.

Glen tugged at the top of his shirt, his hands getting sweaty. Mark put a hand on his shoulder to calm him down.

When Marsha had made her entrance, the guests stood waiting for the bride. At the sound of the music, Melissa entered. She wore an off the shoulder satin gown with long sleeves, skirt, with a crown veil which hung to her waist, and a pair of pearl earrings. As she came down the aisle, Glen saw no one else but her. The sun shone through the windows, casting a golden light around her. When she came next to him, she put her hand in his as they turned to listen to the minister.

Outside the church, a car pulled up. A woman got out, carrying a brown envelope, a small meek looking man accompanying her. She entered the back of the church, then stepped into the sanctuary. "Stop the wedding!" she yelled.

The minister stopped. Everyone turned and looked at her. She started walking up the aisle. "Stop this wedding!" she repeated. "You can't marry her. Not unless you want to go to jail for bigamy."

Melissa looked at Glen, then at the woman, who looked Melissa straight in the eye. "Glen is already married to me. Here is the marriage license to prove it." She pulled it out of the envelope. "You will see that we were married just a month ago. If that's not enough, I have a receipt from the motel where we spent our honeymoon. I also have the justice of the peace here with me who married us."

Melissa shook her head. "No, that is impossible. Glen couldn't have."

"Yes, it is. Have a look at the certificate. Look at the date. Here are the photos of the honeymoon."

Melissa took the paper and read it through, noting the date. Glen had been on the road during that time. She looked at the signatures. Glen took it and read it. "Is that your signature?" she asked.

Glen looked at the signature. It was his. "I don't remember signing anything."

"You don't remember standing before the justice of the peace, who is standing in the back who will verify everything I've said."

The man entered. "What she has said is true. I married them a month ago. I have it on my records."

"This paper is legal and binding. You are my husband. There is the notary's stamp verifying that the certificate is for real."

Tears came into Melissa's eyes as she looked away. She started running down the aisle, Glen went after her. He caught her by the arm as she was at the door. "'Lissa, this isn't true. I've never seen that woman before! I don't know what's going on! I'm not married to her!"

Chapter 20

The girls took Melissa out of the church, leaving Glen standing there. Mark came up to him. "Just what the hell did you do?"

"I swear Mark. I don't remember signing anything or marrying that woman. I've never even seen her before."

Glen sat in the chair, his head down. He saw a pair of woman's shoes. He looked up, an angry look on his face. The woman backed up. "I don't know who you are, or where you came from, but I am not married to you, legal or otherwise."

"You are married to me, whether you like it or not. Oh, and I won't sign any divorce papers or annulment papers either, so you can get that thought out of your head." She left the church and drove away. While she was driving her cell phone rang.

"How was it?"

"The phony certificate worked. Even the phony justice-of-the-peace did his part. He nearly fell to the floor when he looked at his signature. He told her he didn't remember signing any paper either."

"Great. Where is she?"

"I don't know. The bridesmaid and maid of honor took her."

"Damn! What was he doing?"

"When I left he was sitting in the chair, his head in his hands. When he looked up and saw me he got a real angry look on his face, saying he wasn't married to me legal or otherwise. I told him he was whether he liked it or not and I wouldn't sign any divorce or annulment papers either. Now, when do I get paid?"

"I'll give you double, plus a little extra for doing so well."

The woman smiled as she hung up at the thought as she knew what her little extra would be.

Triple H put the cell phone back in his bag. Everything had gone as planned. "Pay back is hell, isn't it you masked retard." He picked up his bag and left for his plane.

Melissa was on the couch, her head in her lap crying. Marsha and Beth had their arms around her, trying to comfort her. "'Lissa, you have to pull yourself together. You have the baby to think about."

"I should have known it was too good to be true. Everything going great, no problems."

Glen and Mark arrived, using his key to enter. Marsha and Beth moved, making room for him. "'Lissa, look at me," he said, turning her chin. "I don't know who that woman is. There is no way I could be married to her. I love you, 'Lissa. Please believe me."

Melissa sniffed. "I want to believe you, Glen. But until this is straightened out, I think its best we not see each other any more."

"What about our baby?"

"I'm not going to obligate you to helping with the baby. Please leave, Glen."

Glen slowly got up and walked to the door, his head down. He turned to look at Melissa, then left the apartment, tears in his eyes. Glen leaned back in the seat as Mark drove to the hotel. Melissa didn't want to see him anymore. He wouldn't even get to see the child he had helped to create. He turned his head to the window as tears streamed down his cheeks.

Chapter 5

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