Title: Last Step
Author: Jami Lynn
Chapter: 6
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* And not a single butt cheek of theirs belongs to the WWF, to the WWE yes...but not the WWF. But I do own Jami, for she is me. Tasha owns herself. Charity owns herself and if you try to take any of us, you will burn in hell! This is the next story in the Step series...it's the Jami/Jeff sequel. And the address to the stories is 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: Just making things up as I go.
Summary: It's the last story...will it all come together, or all fall apart?
Feedback: I need feedback like I need air! So give it to me, babee! I have been suffocating lately....so please, send in the feedback.
Email: [email protected]
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Jami softly knocked on the door of the hotel room where Tasha, Lita and Charity were all staying. The door swung open and Jami was immedienately pulled into the room.
Each girl chattered at once about their seperate nights with the same theme. Jami looked at each ring nodding her approval and revealing that she did indeed know ahead of time about the guys asking.
When they all finally calmed down and were lounging on the three beds, Charity spoke, "So, did you tell Jeff about the baby yet?" Lita and Tasha's mouths dropped open, their eyes widened and they turned to look at Jami.
Jami shot a warning glance to Charity. "Baby? Baby? What baby?" Tasha asked. "Um, there is no baby. Charity's drunk." Jami growled.
"Ohmigod, you're pregnant." Lita cried. Tasha and Lita leapt onto the bed Jami was on to hug her, and Charity joined them. "Fine..I'm pregnant okay...but no one breathes a word of it til I've had a chance to tell Jeff....tomorrow." Jami warned. Sequels of agreement ensued.
***
Jami straightened her skort as she was getting ready to go to the ring that night alongside Lita, who would be wrestling Stephanie accompanied by Molly Holly.
Jami was dressed in a painfully short black skort that made her legs look even more long, muscled and tan. She wore a lacy lavander camisole top. Her long brown hair was pulled into a ponytail on the top of her head, a pair of sunglasses resting there too. A pair of chunky black heels completed the look.
Tasha and Charity entered the room, laughing together. Both were in blue jeans and their respective BLADE shirts. Lita soon followed dressed in baggy black jeans and a Lita shirt altered to her liking.
"You ready to whip some ass?" Jami asked Lita. "Yeah baby, love whipping Billion Dollar ass!" Lita laughed. "Well, I'm off to tell Jeff before we are on, so wish me luck." Jami grinned as she left the room.
***
Jami stood in front of Jeff in his empty locker room. He was fresh from a shower, his hair still wet.
"Jeff, baby, we really need to talk. I wanted to wait til after your match tonight and now that it is over....I have no more excuses." Jami said shakily. "Jami, come on...it can't be that bad." Jeff said, drawing Jami against his chest.
"Oh no, it's not bad. It's something wonderful. I'm pregnant." Jami exclaimed. "What?" Jeff asked, pushing her back to look at her. "I'm pregnant." Jami repeated.
A grin slowly broke over his face. "How far?" He asked. "Almost 6 months." Jami said, grinning. Jeff's grin stayed in place. "When did you find out?" he asked. "A few months ago." Jami answered.
Slowly the grin began to fade. "You've known for a few months and you are just NOW telling me?" He asked tensly. Jami's eyes widened and she gulped nervously.
Chapter 7
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