Title: Last Step
Author: Jami Lynn
Chapter: 7
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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"Please baby, don't be mad." Jami pleaded. "I only waited so long to tell you because at first I wanted to be sure. Then, I was scared. I was afraid that if I told you then it would be like jinxing it, and something bad would happen." Jami continued.
Jeff stared at her in shock, not sure what to make of everything. Jami drew her lips into a pout without thinking. Tears threatened her vision and she tried to blink them away. The silence between them was crackling with emotion.
Jeff closed his eyes for a brief moment, urging any anger her felt out of his body. When his eyes opened, he reached for Jami again. He hugged her close to his chest, inhaling deeply. "I'm so sorry." Jami sniffled into his chest.
"It's okay baby. ALl that matters right now is that we are going to have a baby." Jeff whispered.
***
Jami stood at ringside, cheering as Lita performed a Litacurana on Stephanie. Molly slid into the ring to grab a handful of Lita's red hair and pull her off of Stephanie.
Jami slid into the ring and immediently went after Molly. She grabbed the blonde haired wrestler by the hair and drew her into a standing position. After a few swift kicks to the midsection she threw her down.
Jami turned to check on Lita but found Stephanie standing before her. Jami steeled herself for the kick to come. They had practiced it earlier, and it was planned for Stephanie to aim for Jami's stomache, but Jami would catch it and deliver a kick of her own. But instead of a kick coming towards her Jami felt Stephanie push her roughly on the shoulder.
"What the hell are you doing?" Jami hissed as she pushed Stephanie back. "Script change. Lita told me about your condition and we decided it'd be better to be safe than sorry." Stephanie whispered. The crowd simply thought the two women were trading insults.
"What the fuck. I can catch a freakin' kick. I'm pregnant, not paralyzed." Jami hissed. Molly came over and then Lita joined them in what looked like a verbal arguement to the crowd.
"Why the hell did you say anything Lita?" Jami asked. Her question was directed to Lita but her angry gaze was towards Molly. "I was just looking out for you." Lita said.
Jami shoved Stephanie away before Molly slapped her. The two got into a routine 'bitch fight'. Jami felt someone lift her off Molly. She turned to see Jeff there.
"What the hell are you doing?" She asked, confused. "I don't want you to hurt yourself." Jeff replied, sheepishly. "That's what I said too! That's why I fixed the match earlier this afternoon!" Lita said.
"Lita knew before me?" Jeff asked, anger creeping into his voice. "Charity guessed it. She let it slip to Lita and Tasha." Jami explained.
"Who else knows?" Jeff asked. "Stephanie, Molly and Shane." Lita said. "Oh, and Hunter." Stephanie broke in. "Great. I feel better now, knowing that half the company knew before me." Jeff said in a huff.
"Fuck all of you! I'll tell you this right now...I'm a big girl! I know what I can or can't do. And I don't appreciate any of this." Jami spat, motioning around the ring.
"Yeah, that's what you said last time, but look how that turned out." Jeff shot back. Jami stood looking at him in open-mouthed shock. Finally she recovered enough to leave the ring and run to the back.
Chapter 8
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