by MK Moore
“Yes. He is my husband. I am hoping we can come to an arrangement about these blog posts you that do. Do you realize you were trespassing in a private gym and taking unsolicited photographs? I am sure you are aware each one of those are a crime, Marty.” I inform him.
“I know they are Natasha. It was a stunt to get your attention. One that I did not think would actually work.” He sits there trying to act calm.
“Well, you have our attention. Now could you tell me what did you want it for?”
“I, uh, applied for a writer’s position three times with your company. Each time I applied I was turned down. Not because my writing was bad. I would understand, but because I don’t have a degree.”
“That is a prerequisite of any non-talent position.”
“Forgive me for asking, but what were your ratings last week, last month, and even compared to years past?”
“What is your point?” Shit, I hate he is right and may have a point. Our ratings were awful last week.
“You are making a mistake to not think of your writers as talent. They are running the stories, like a business is run and it shows. Have you considered maybe that is why ratings suck and fans are falling off the bandwagon.”
“We have.” I answer honestly. I am curious to know where he is going with this.
“I think you should hire me on a trial basis because I can turn this around for you.”
“You can, can you?” I ask while raising my eyebrow a little. I think I have already made an executive decision.
“Absolutely.”
“One month. We will give you a try at this for one month. If you can bring our ratings back up, as you say you can, I’ll hire you permanently.”
“You will not regret this Natasha.” He enthusiastically says.
“I hope not. I will take you over to the writing den, as they call it.”
“I am excited about this.” He says as I stand to lead him down to the den.
A few hours later, I am sitting in our apartment in front of the TV with Zach, Zeke, Stephanie, and my parents waiting to watch the EPW show.
Jarrett’s match is the first one for the night. He is supposed to win but as the match progresses, I realize Marco has gone off script while Jarrett is desperately trying to stay on.
I grab my cell phone off the couch cushion next to me. Zach is furiously texting someone, but I call the source.
“Dave, you had better stop the match now.”
“I cannot do that Tasha and you know I can’t. Would you ask me to stop the match if it was anyone else?”
“Well, no.” I sigh hesitantly and that’s when it happens. I can hear the crowd’s stunned gasps and Marco’s triumphant roars. When the camera pans to Jarrett, his elbow is in an unnatural angle and there is blood everywhere.
“That son of a bitch.” I scream out. Scrambling to decide the best way to get to Buffalo; I figure it is six hours by car, but if I fly I will get there in about an hour and a half. I have to get to my husband.
“BG, you might want to get dressed. Going as you are will just be awful. Imagine velvet pants on the news.” She says to try and break the tension. But I am unable to laugh. It takes all I can do to keep from crying. I look down and see I have Jarrett’s t-shirt and some kind of pink velvet pj pants on. They have been in my dresser for years and are threadbare and gross.
“Oh God.” I say as I go into my bedroom and put on jeans. I leave his shirt on, throw on a hoodie, and some fuzzy boots. It is still cold-ish in March. We just had another bomb cyclone of snow and rain last week.
“Bye guys. I’ll call as soon I know something.” I say as I am heading out the door.
“We’ll be fine here, go take care of your man.”
“Thanks Mama.”
Grabbing my keys and purse, I leave the building to catch a cab to the airport. Twenty minutes later I am on a flight to Buffalo. Miss Congeniality was the in-flight movie and while it is one of my favorites, it was unable to keep my attention because all I could do was fiddle with my wedding rings.
When the plane lands and I check my phone, there are forty-seven missed calls from Jarrett. When I call his number back, he answers on the first ring.
“Baby. I am getting ready to go into surgery, but I wanted to talk to you first.”
“J, I am almost there. I am looking for a cab. What hospital are you at?”
“Mercy.”
“If you have to go in before I get there, I love you and I’ll see you after.”
“I love you too.”
Jumping into the first cab I see, I get to the hospital pretty quickly. After paying the driver, I go in the hospital and right to the information desk. They send me to the waiting room on the floor he is having surgery. After five hours the doctor comes out to talk to me.
“Mrs. Mitchell?”
“Yes.”
“I am Doctor Kellan. Your husband’s surgery went well. He will need about six weeks recovery time and at least a year of rehab. For any of the athletes I deal with, this would be a devastating blow for them. He will need you and your support more than ever.”
“I understand Doctor Kellan. When can I see him?”
“He is still in recovery, but in a few hours his nurse will come and get you.”
“Thank you.” I say shaking his hand.
When he walks away, I finally let all my tears fall as a large amount of stress and worry is lifted off my shoulders. Marco will be fired if it’s the last thing I do at the EPW.
Chapter Eight
Jarrett
I knew Marco was pissed, but this is beyond the pale. I will be out for several months, if not longer I think to myself. My first thought upon completely waking is for Natasha. The doctor said she was here, but I have not seen her yet.
“When can I go home?” I ask the nurse who is checking my vitals.
“Mr. Mitchell, it will be a few days. Visiting hours are over, but I am bringing your wife back.
“Thank God.”
A few minutes later, Natasha comes barreling into the room.
“Baby. OH MY GOD. Are you ok? I love you so much. I am going to kill Marco. The doctor filled me in.”
“Natasha. Babe. Slow down. I love you too. I know I am out of commission for a while. What the fuck am I going to do?”
“We will figure it out. We have some time.”
“Stay with me.” I ask.
“Yes, of course. Of course. Can I kiss you?”
“Yeah baby.” Her kiss is a drug I will never get enough of.
Her kiss is tentative at first, but quickly changes.
“You want me to fuck you in this hospital?” I ask her. My hard cock does not seem to be affected by the pain meds because it is tenting the ridiculous hospital gown.
“No J, I can control myself until you feel better.” She says laughing.
“I feel great.” I lie, but I would do anything to be inside her.
“Liar. I see the grimace. I will sit right here at your bedside until morning. Everything will look better in the morning.”
“Kiss me again.” I say. She leans over and kisses me intently.
“Get some rest J. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”
I click the little magic button of painkillers and drift off to sleep.
When I wake a few hours later, the sun is rising and a ray of sunshine is shining down on my beautiful wife. She is sleeping, curled up in a ball on the recliner chair the hospital gave her. She cannot be comfortable, but in this moment with the sunlight around her like a fucking halo, I am struck dumb.
This woman is my wife and the mother of my child. Being lucky has nothing to do with it. The nurse comes quietly in to check my vitals.
“The doctor will be in soon, but chances are you will be discharged today.” She whispers. When she leaves and closes the door a little too hard, it jolts Natasha awake.
“Jarrett? Are you ok? Do you need anything?” She says as she grabs my good hand.
“No baby
, I am fine. The nurse just came in and said the doctor would be by soon.”
“Oh good. I have to pee so badly and I really need some coffee. Do you need anything?”
“I think some coffee would help me, since I can’t have what I really want.”
“You got it J.” She laughs and says before leaning over and kissing me before she leaves the room.
A few minutes later, Natasha comes back in with two cups of coffee and a bag.
She sits on the edge of bed and unfurls the bag to start eating a pastry. She moans as the first bite hits her tongue and I try to sit up straighter. She’s killing me and there is nothing I can do about it.
“Baby, you cannot eat in your normal, cute way.”
She looks over at me and smiles.
“I don’t know what you are talking about J.” She says with an air of innocence.
“Yes you do. You are making your sex sounds. The ones that drive me fucking crazy and you know it.”
“There are no sex sounds.” She says, giggling.
“If my elbow was not broken baby.” I say raising my eyebrow.
“Promises promises.” She continues laughing.
I laugh, but damn it’s only been one day since I was inside her.
When the doctor comes in to explain what the next six months to a year is going to be like for us; he tells us he has contacted the surgeon in Manhattan that EPW uses and has scheduled my first and hopefully last surgery for Monday. I have a slight fear that I will not be able to hold my baby when it is born.
If I stick to the PT orders, then hopefully it will not be a problem. There is no way I am missing out on holding our first little one. Natasha helps gather my things and to get me dressed. A little while later, a nurse comes in with discharge papers and we leave the hospital.
“I am sorry this happened, baby.” I should have known it was a possibility.
“It’s not your fault J. It is that fucker Marco’s fault. I am so fucking pissed at him.”
“Don’t worry about him right now.” I say. She can deal with Marco tomorrow. I am not ashamed to admit I need her.
Chapter Nine
Natasha
Going to work on Tuesday after Jarrett’s surgery was hard. I constantly worry about him, but at least the surgery went off without a hitch. He is at home recuperating while I am stuck in the office.
We have been in meetings all day with Marco and his lawyers. Zach is done with him. He is still on the roster, but we don’t have to use him. You can’t go so far off script several times and not expect repercussions. At about two in the afternoon, Marty comes into my office via the open door and tosses a printout on my desk.
“What the hell is this?” I say as I pick it up. Reading it, I see it is another bloggers take on what had happened Friday night. They have made it personal. That I was sleeping with both Marco and Jarrett. That I don’t know whose baby this is and that is why Marco kicked his ass on live TV. It goes on to say that Jarrett had Marco fired, because he can’t stop looking at me. These assholes will post anything to get the most views. “Marty what the fuck?” I say.
“I assume this isn’t true.”
“Of course, it isn’t. Do you know where WrestlingFan247 got their info?”
“I made some calls. That blog is run by an eighteen-year-old girl from England. I called Trixie, real name Beatrice Riggins, and we spoke at length about this article. She said that Marco’s manger, Tim Reynolds, emailed her late Saturday night with this information. He sent along these pictures, which she posted. I am so sorry.” He says as he hands me the pictures.
The pictures are very damning. One is from over a year ago, when Marco and I went to an award show together. The other, however, is completely fabricated. It shows Marco and I in a hotel room, doing things I haven’t even done with Jarrett. The date on the corner of the picture was two months ago.
I had just barely looked at the date when Jarrett comes into my office, looking pissed. He just stands near the door, fuming. His arm looks pitiful in the sling, but somehow, he radiates power. The power that makes me wet.
He notices Marty standing by my desk. “You were just leaving, Marty.”
“I was just leaving.” He says leaving. Jarrett calmly closes the door.
He is just standing there staring at me, not saying anything.
“Baby...” I start but I don’t know what to say.
“Don’t Natasha. How could you do this to me? To us?”
“What?” I say. I hate that his yelling at me still turns me on.
“I was in LA on the day this picture was taken. Marco was still on the injured list. You fuc-”
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence, Jarrett.” I say standing from behind my desk and moving towards him. “I would never.”
“You fell into bed really quickly with me.” He spits out at me as he breaks my damn heart. I have to fix this. I love him so much. More than I thought was possible.
“Don’t you dare throw that in my face. I love you. I loved you the minute I laid my eyes on you. You know that I’ve only been with you.”
“Do I know that?” He moves to stand directly in front of me, but he is still an arm’s length away from me.
“I know you are mad J, but don't take this out on me. This is exactly how I felt when I saw you and Tera together.” My tears are flowing down my cheeks and I can’t stop hiccoughing.
“This is ridiculous. I’m sorry, baby. I know you didn’t do this.” He says and runs his hands through his hair.
“Why do we keep letting this happen? Is this a mistake? One-night stands don’t usually last. Should we just end this?” I feel like I am going to die. The words taste like poison in my mouth. Please say no. Please say no.
“Are you fucking kidding me, Natasha? I am just pissed, but I love you so fucking much. I’d die without you.”
I’d die without him too. This love is all consuming. The kind of love people write about. He closes the distance between us and kisses me. Careful of his arm, I cling to him. His kiss turns feral. When I moan, he backs me to my desk. I lean back on it, hiking my skirt up as I go. Using his good hand, he rips the tiny scrap of my panties away.
“You are always so wet for me.” He growls. I look down and see my wetness has trailed down my thighs. I reach toward him, but he stops me. “Touch your pussy for me. Show me how you please yourself.” I am taken aback by his words but they are so hot. I trial my fingers lightly down over my slightly pouched stomach and find my clit. I move my fingers fast over it. When I look up at him, I see that he has taken his cock out and is stroking it. That turns me on even more. I moan.
“Turn over, baby.” He demands, and I can do nothing but follow his direction. I lean carefully over my desk. He lines himself up with my opening, and slams inside me. He uses his good hand to hold me down while he fucks me. We haven’t done it like this before and I fucking love it.
“Jarrett. Please, please give it to me.” I am screaming so loud, I know everyone on this floor can hear me.
“You are all mine, baby. All fucking mine.” I love when he talks to me like this.
Just as I am about to come, my eyes catch the picture of Marco and the woman who is supposed to be me. That’s when I see it. The lady in the picture has a tattoo of Marco’s name on her shoulder. “Oh my God!” I cry out. I really don’t know if it is my discovery or the frantic way he is fucking me. My legs are shaking, and I can’t help throwing my head back.
I cum so hard, I see stars. His roar behind me alerts me to the fact that he is cuming too. I feel him pulsing inside of me as my pussy clenches around him. I grunt when he pulls out of me.
“It’s not me in the picture.” I say quietly, as I right my skirt and he pulls his basketball shorts back up.
“I know that baby. I really am sorry.” He says looking me in the eyes.
“It’s ok, but I can prove it.”
“It’s not ok and I don’t need you to prove it.” He gives me a light kiss.
“What?”
“She has a tattoo of Marco’s name over her right shoulder. It’s right there in the picture.” I say.
“That’s crazy. Why would anyone have these pictures?”
“The blogger got them from Marco’s manager.” I say, grabbing a tissue and wiping my thighs. J never gave me my panties back, and I’m not going to ask for them. I think smiling to myself.
“What does this mean?”
“Nothing for us, really. I will put out a statement that I am not in the photos, but the rest is up to Marco. I am sure he will have an issue with not only someone taking their picture like that but distributing them. He is very protective of his wife.”
“I should have trusted you, baby. I should have protected you.” He looks a little ashamed and so angry, but I know it’s not directed at me anymore.
“How could you have known this would happen?” I ask.
“I still should have trusted you.”
“Well, now we are even. I didn’t trust you with the Tera thing. We can just forget this happened.”
When he comes over to me, I put my arms around his neck gently. That is when it happens. The baby kicked. I’ve felt little flutters, but this is the first time Jarrett could feel it too.
“The baby kicked.” He says excitedly.
“I know. Let’s go home. I am so done with today.”
Chapter Ten
Jarrett
We have had several doctors’ appointments, for the both of us in the last few months. Having decided to wait on finding out the sex of the baby, we also waited to discuss names. In the long run, I think it is a terrible idea. She is a week overdue and totally uncomfortable. I wish there was something I could do for her. She hasn’t dilated at all, so they are not ready to induce her.
My surgery was successful, and my PT was great. They told me it would be six months to a year before I was ready to get back out there. I was ready in five. My elbow healed nicely, except for the wicked scar my stitches left. It still is pretty raw looking, but I wrestled in my first televised match in five months last night. It went well, but I turned face. It is a first for me. Even in the amateur organizations, I was a part of, I was always the bad guy.
