Dis: Anything you do not know from WWE or TNA is mine.

A/N: I'm BACK! To Recap, I'm bluring all time lines. This chapter comes about 6 months after the last story and the Matt-Edge-Lita thing is used. I will explain my spring break problems in Carmon in the upcoming chapters.
THIS IS THE SEQUEL TO 'THE BURN'.
Enjoy!

"Excuse me. Can I have your autograph?" a little boy asked pulling on the bottom of my long fall jacket.

"Sure," I answered with a smile. Bending down a bit I signed the piece of paper. I haven't done this in a while, and it was nice to see a fan so young. I handed the piece of paper back to him. He smiled as a boy about 17 came running up behind him.

"God! You really need to learn to stay put when I tell you to!" the older boy yelled quickly grabbing the younger one's hand.

"But it's the girl from TV," the little boy whined. "You know, the one from your wall."

Confused, the older boy looked up and just realized that I was standing there. "Oh shit," he gasped. "You're Ms. Jessica."

"Guilty as charged."

"Uh… I… uh…" The boy had his mouth hanging open.

"You've got a cute brother here. He knows his Divas." I messed up the little guy's hair. Still, the older one just had a look of shock.

"Well…uh…we watch." Slowly he regained his composure. "Let me ask you a question… why… why…"

"Why don't I wrestle anymore?" I finished his question. I had been getting this a lot. "Do you really want to know?"

"Sure, I mean, yeah. I mean, you didn't get fired or anything, did you? I thought you were like, married in to the business and all that stuff."

"No, I wasn't fired. I'm out on medical leave."

"Medical leave?"

I nodded. Knowing that I was past the point of hiding anything any more, I pulled part of my baggy jacked back to reveal my little secret in the middle of the Lambert-St. Louis International Airport. He looked down, and his eyes went wide.

Yes, being five months pregnant tends to show a little bit. Like the last time I took a pregnancy test (in the hospital with Caleigh) I was balancing the good and bad factors of getting a positive reading while I waited for the little stick to do its work. And then, with a little help, I flipped the test over and read the results, pregnant. I think I cursed Randy's name only once after that, but then I began to realize what my future held, and I had to smile. The only real problem I've had since then was at work.

I had gone to Mr. McMahon's office with Glenn, figuring I would kill two birds with one stone by telling them at the same time, that way neither of them could get to mad about it. Mr. McMahon's first reaction was to congratulate me, but then he realized what it meant and got serious. Although my contract, as well as all of the Diva's, has a pregnancy clause in it, (I think its the law when you have any female working in a company) it really has never been used. We are urged to do anything and everything in our power to avoid it. I have to admit, my contract was not the first thing on either of our minds the night of our first anniversary, and now, I'm on the sidelines.

Glenn's reaction was a bit different than Mr. McMahon's. Shock was the most of it. He didn't say a word until we were outside of the office.

"Are you sure this is what you want? Give up your career for a child?" he had asked calmly.

It was never my dream to get into wrestling in the first place, it just fell into my lap. Besides, Randy and I had always talked about starting a family. Quietly I shook my head at him. That was all he needed before he started laughing and crying at the same time.

"I'm going to be a grandpa," was all he could say for the next couple of weeks. Each time with disbelief in his voice.

The boy in front of me reach out his hand about to touch my stomach, then pulled back realizing it was rude to just touch.

"How…. When… Who…?" I could see his head was spinning, but I wasn't going to be the one to explain to him the 'How' if he didn't know that already. Soon I heard the announcement that the flight that I was waiting for just landed.

"I'm sorry guys, I have to go." I said picking up large ratty purse which I had duck tapped together after a Malfoy attack.

"Just one more question. Is this the reason why you were in that weird storyline with Kane where he was all over protective and wouldn't let anyone near you?"

I rolled my eyes. In the wrestling business, we all have to deal with stupid storylines. The one they used to cover up my pregnancy was just plain stupid. "The one at the end of May? Yeah, that was why."

I looked over my shoulder to see people exiting the gate and looking for their loved ones. Quickly I said goodbye to the two and searched for my companions.

I could hear them coming from all the way down the tunnel. There was loud laughing, and then an airline official yelling for running. Then a loud crash, and I even think I heard a little crying.

No, Caleigh and Little DC were not coming to visit, although that would make more sense with all the noises coming from the tunnel. Instead…

"Sirs, please don't run in the tunnel again. We really don't need someone of your size knocking it off of its balance. The flight attendant said escorting two tall men with dyed hair out of the tunnel.

"We're really sorry ma'am. I didn't mean to push him that hard," The Hurricane tried to explain.

"No, he meant it. He was trying to kill me," Jeff Hardy said, not helping Hurricane's plea in the least. Shaking my head I knew that this was going to be a weird couple of days.

The three of us are going to throw Matt a surprise birthday party. Well, the four of us when you include Shannon Moore who is at a house show tonight. Matt's been pretty off lately ever since he… well, he found out. You know what I'm talking about. The thing that made my mouth drop when I read it online. Some great way to find you one of your best friends cheated on your brother figure with his best friend. I thought it had to be some kind of joke. When I asked Lita, she just started to cry.

I've only seen Matt once since then because of how the WWE cut back both of our schedules; me because of the pregnancy and him… well, so he doesn't do anything stupid. I knew when I saw him that he was putting on a happy face for me, but even just seeing him wrestle you can tell he is different. I still can't believe its all happening. Lita won't even look me in the face anymore, and Edge has become scarce backstage. Hurricane, Jeff, Shannon, and I are hoping that this party will cheer him up a bit. He's a leader, and down deep we all need him to lead again.

"There she is," the green haired super hero proclaimed walking away from the gate after getting lectured. He put an arm around my shoulders and laid his other hand on my stomach. "Hey there little Orton," he said to my stomach. "When you come out, Uncle Shane is going to spoil you rotten and give you all the comic books you need."

"Dude, you really need to get a girlfriend. People are starting to stare." Jeff fixed his baseball cap as he spoke. He smiled awkwardly.

"Well at least I've had a date in the last month."

"The girl you had a game of pool with at the bar last week was not your date. She was just a bad pool player."

"That she was, but I did get her number," Hurricane replied proud of himself. "And I told her I would call her as soon as we landed. So, if you guys could get my bag, I'll be right back."

He took off humming a happy little tune. Jeff stepped next to me as we watched him go.

"He is a funny little man, isn't he. Great role model for your child," Jeff whispered into my ear as he draped an arm over my shoulder.

"What are you talking about? He's definitely a 12 year old stuck in a grown man's body. He's just what a kid needs."

"Oh please," he scoffed. "He runs around in a cape for a living."

"And you're any better? What will Randy think when the kid starts to wear black nail polish and jumping off of ladders?"

"Oh you know me." He smiled. "I really don't care what your preppy-boy husband thinks."

I took a deep breath in. Why didn't I just fly to North Carolina like we had originally planed? No, no, no. Jeff wanted them to come here so that Matt doesn't have any idea of what is going on. We couldn't even go to the SmackDown house show and be with Shannon. I love Jeff. I love him with all of my heart. He is my best friend, but he is also an ass.

My relationship with Jeff has been a wild ride. Don't get me wrong, everything between us is cool, but it is the abnormally strange Jeff Hardy. After my wedding we agreed to put some distance between us so that Randy and I could get use to married life with out Randy watching him like a hawk. I don't know why they hate each other so much. There is no strange sexual tension between Jeff and myself. None what so ever. But that doesn't mean the two are even civil to the other. They make little comments and give death glares over my head, thinking I can't see and have no idea what's going on.

I know that this week is just going to blow up in my face. I had suggested that Randy go stay with Maven while the boys were here, but no. Randy made it crystal clear that if Jeff Hardy was stepping foot in his house, he was surely going to be there.

Rubbing the headache that was forming between my eyes I looked up at the younger Hardy with pleading eyes. He just shrugged his shoulders.

We met back up with Hurricane before we headed to my car. Jeff drove home while I sat in the passenger seat and Hurricane sat in the back. We were talking and laughing during the ride, but once we hit the block my house was on Jeff fell very quite. It was almost as if he was getting ready for a battle.

When we got to the house I made sure I was the first to get in. Thankfully, what was waiting for me was not Randy, but a note. Randy had taken a run with Malfoy to the dog park and would be back soon. I knew what had happened. Randy was going stir crazy waiting for me to return and needed to go out. Even if Malfoy was sleeping, Randy would have carried him to the dog park just to get out of the house.

A sigh of relief escaped me as I showed our two visitors the guest house that we created off of the garage. I waited for them in the living room as they put their stuff away. Hurricane back alone.

"Jeff said he had to use the bathroom. I decided to show you what we've planed so far."

He showed me the invite list. It was long and included people from their OMEGA days and friends from home.

"Quite a lot of people here," I stated lightly rubbing my stomach.

Hurricane let out a sigh and rested his chin on both of his closed fists. A look of sadness flashed across his usually cheerful eyes. "Yeah there are a lot of names, but we need all the help we can get." He let his head drop and slid his fingers through his green hair. "To be honest, I don't know if it will be enough."

"I hope it is."

My eyes darted across the names again, hitting ones that I have heard before or have seen pictures of.

"Aren't you worried?" he questioned, catching me off guard

"About what? Matt? No, with our help he'll be back to normal soon."

"I wasn't talking about Matt, I was talking about Randy. With all that has happened with Matt and Lita,… and you know what goes on backstage… Aren't you worried that with you missing work, Randy will… stray."

"And what in the world would make you think that, Helms?" Both of our heads snapped to the entrance way as a sweaty Randy was releasing Malfoy from his leash. "Seriously Helms, why would I even think about letting this girl slip between my fingers." He gave me a kiss on the check and sat next to me on the couch, one arm around my neck. "She is my wife, the mother of my child, and not to mention the most beautiful thing that I have ever laid eyes on."

He gave me another kiss as Hurricane put his hands up in defense. "I'm not accusing you of anything, man. It's just that there is a lot of temptation out there." He bit his lower lip with a smile. "A lot of beautiful temptations… Take Stacy for example. Those legs… her body… that hair…. She will do anything, anywhere, at any time. She doesn't even care if she's with somebody. She's killer in the sack."

I smacked him hard in the thigh before Randy grabbed a hold of my arm. I didn't want him putting ideas in my husband's head.

"Easy babe, don't let your hormones get the best of you." Randy laughed as he easily pinned my arm to my side. He turned back to the Hurricane. "But with all seriousness…. You made it with Stacy?"

Hurricane had a smug smile on his face and was about to open his mouth when someone else answered for him.

"Of course he has. Who hasn't?" Jeff replied leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed. "Well that is, besides you, Orton."

Randy let me go and stood up. "Jeff Hardy. I was wondering if you were going to show your face. I would tell you to make your self at home but knowing you I'd say you already have."

"I didn't think I needed your permission, Orton. Besides, your wife invited me here, so I listen to her."

Jeff walked around the couch and sat down next to Hurricane. After Jeff was seated, Randy slowly sat back down. They shared an intense gaze.

I caught a look from Hurricane and we both shook our heads. This was going to be….fun?