Title: Baby Steps
Author: Jami Lynn
Chapter: 16
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the wrestlers used in this story, 'cause if I
did, I'd be busy with them right now *grin*. But I do own Jami, for she is me.
Tasha owns herself. (Heaven help the person who tries to claim he/she owns
either of us). This is the sequel to "Take That Step" , "One Step
Back" and "one Step Forward" you'll find the addresses to those
stories in my signature at the bottom of this email. And I use the wrestlers
wrestling names in the story, JUST DEAL WIT IT! And don't bother suing me...all
you'd get is a half eaten ham sandwich and a bag of chips from 2 years ago.
Distribution: Ask me if you can use it, more than likely I will say yes.
Rating: So far, it's a PG-13
Content: Nothing bad as of yet, probably won't be anything to bad
either....maybe some cussing.
Spoilers: Um...anything can happen and I'm just writing as I go, so I don't know
yet *L*.
Summary:Jami and Traci return to North Carolina while Jeff and everyone else
goes back to work. Is Jami going to lose it all?
Feedback: I need feedback like I need air! So give it to me, babee!
Email: [email protected]
An hour later, Traci and Jami stood at the door of the nursery. Traci laid a
hand on her sister's arm. "I can do this by myself. You don't have to
torture yourself like this." she offered. Jami shook her head and slowly
opened the door. Jami felt her heart constrict as she thought of all the
happiness that had went into decorating this room.
Traci dropped a bunch of boxes in the middle of the room and looked around to
see where they should begin. Jami grabbed a box and moved towards the baby
dresser. Traci brought in the CD player they had set in the hallway. She turned
on the radio and Barenaked Ladies sang "fallin' for the first time".
Then she moved to the crib with a box.
Jami was methodically folding and laying clothes in the box next to her. Traci
kept an eye on her as she packed blankets and things from the crib. It was
heartbreaking for Traci, she didnt' even want to imagine what her sister was
going through at the moment.
Jami kept her shoulders and back straight as she kneeled to empty the last two
drawers. Traci moved to the table to place the things inside it away. The radio
continued to play in the background and Traci hoped they wouldn't play anything
slow or sad.
Traci's blue eyes turned back to her sister. She saw Jami closing the box and
moving it towards the closet. She opened the closet door and slid the box
inside. "I'm not going to have us attempt the closet. We'll leave
that." Jami whispered.
She grabbed another box and began to put miscellaneous things into it. Her back
was to Traci, but she could tell Jami was biting her lip to keep the tears
inside. Just then Creed's "My Sacrifice" came over the radio. Traci
put her hand out to change the station but Jami's voice stopped her.
"Don't" she commanded without turning around.
Traci watched her sister stand in the middle of the room as the song floated
around them. "Well, I'll let you finish up. I need to go finish cleaning
the other room." Jami said before bolting out of the room.
Traci sat on the floor, unsure of what to do. All she knew for sure was that
Jami wasn't as okay as she was pretending to be. Before she had bolted out of
the room, Traci had seen her eyes. The dead look was back inside them.
***
"Come on Traci! RAW is about to start!" Jami called as she at in front
of the TV in the living room. "I'm coming! Keep your shirt on woman!"
Traci bellowed back. Finally she joined Jami with a huge bowl of popcorn just as
RAW began.
"Man, it's been forever since I've been on this side of the show."
Jami commented. They watched as Stephanie came out and made some sneering
comments about her father and everyone else. They laughed when Jericho came out
and called her every name that he could think of. Thw show went by pretty fast
for them.
The first main event was a match of Edge versus Christian. Amethyzt came out
with Edge and the girls cheered for their friends. "Come on Tash!"
Jami yelled when she delivered a low blow to Christian.
Edge won the match and hugged Amethyzt inside the ring. "Yay! Low blows
totally reek of awesomeness!" Traci cheered. After the commerical break the
Hardyz music started and both Matt and Jeff ran out with Lita right behind them.
"Whoo-hoo, there's a sexay man!" Jami cheered.
As they entered the ring she noticed that Matt was handed a microphone. Jami
watched, confused, since both guys usually weren't given microphone time.
"You know what Jeff? those damn Dudleyz are really starting to piss me
off." Matt yelled. The crowd cheered when Jeff took the mic. "I agree
Matt. They are pissing me off too. How about we teach them an EXTREME
lesson." Jeff said. "I like your thinking Jeff. What do you suggest we
do?" Matt asked into the mic.
The camera showed Lita standing there, looking confused. You could see her ask
them what they were talking about. Then the camera showed Jeff, with the mic,
looking at the crowd as they cheered.
"Well Matt...I say that at the next Pay Per View, Summerslam...we have a
match against the Dudleyz, but not just any match. Do you know what kind of
match I'm talking about Matt?" Jeff asked. "A TLC match?" Matt
suggested. "Nope. Do you have any ideas Lita?" "uh, a table
match?" Lita guessted. "nope. I'm thinking more of a...oh, a steel
cage match." Jeff shouted and the crowd cheered.
Traci watched as Jami jumped up from her place on the couch. "What the
hell? He cannot be serious!" Jami yelled. "Calm down." Traci told
her. "No freakin' way can they be serious! A cage match? Holy crap,
no!" Jami cried out before sitting back on the couch, her eyes glued to the
TV, where it appeared that Lita was arguing with two smug looking Hardy Boyz.
Chapter 17
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