Summary: Rhea’s injury is a more serious then expected, and after a few nights of Solo making her feel better, she’s destroying their bathroom looking for something she haven't needed in years.

Warning: pregnancy scare, unplanned pregnancy, serious injury, comfort, no hurt.

AN: Good things come in threes? you know? 🤭

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It was Saturday morning, and Rhea was frantically digging through the cabinets in her bathroom.

Bottles of unopened shampoo and conditioner were scattered around her, along with soap and a random box of tampons she didn’t even know was under there- not like she needed them now.

Rhea stammered up to her feet, flinging open the door on the tall, skinny cabinets next to the wall.

“Come on, I know I have one, where the fuck are they?”

More plastic bottles fell on the floor around her bare feet, ignoring the twinge she felt in her knee, reminding her she needed to put her brace back on. But that would have to wait until she found what she was looking for.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuccckkk, come on!” She stretched her arms to reach the top shelf, feeling blindly around the dusty wooden cabin.

“Please, be up here, please.” The Aussie woman pleaded with whatever god was watching her right now.

Hopefully it wasn’t Aphrodite doing the watching, or she was screwed.

Rhea gasped once she felt the crinkly packaging under the tips of her fingers. “Yes!”

She yanked it out of the cabinet like a dog with a treat, looking down at the slightly old Clearblue test.

The last time she had a pregnancy scare was with Dominik, right before WrestleMania 39. It turned out her period was late due to stress, and she wasn’t pregnant, but that was the last time she had to take a test.

Her hands were shaking as she tore open the packaging, sitting down on the toilet seat. She couldn’t believe she had been so reckless that she needed to take a test, just because she was hurt. God, she can’t be pregnant. She just became champion again; she can’t be pregnant.

It felt like the longest and loudest pee ever.

The pressure in her gut was not going away, nor was her nausea; the thing that made her rush to check how late she was in the first place.

Rhea stuck the lid on, placing the test on the counter before washing her hands. She stared at herself in the mirror, trying to focus on anything beyond the test that would decide their fate.

Her hair was still a mess from tossing and turning around in her sleep, the lack of it in her eyes that fell down to the oversized MFTs shirt she was wearing that covered the bottom of her bum.

She turned to the side and lifted her shirt to see if there was anything there. Staring at her unfazed abs, looking for the smallest glimpse of a bump if there was even one.

Did she want to see what she was looking for?

Did she want a baby?

Did she want a baby right now?

In her panic, searching for a test, the only thing she thought of was all the negatives.

The hit her career would take. The way her body would change, and how their life would go.

But the trade-off was worth it.

She watched every vlog Bianca posted since announcing her pregnancy and gave herself baby fever every time. All her friends were either getting married or pregnant, and she was already married.

Rhea pressed her hands to her stomach like she could feel the baby that maybe was or maybe wasn’t there. She slouched over to see if she could make her stomach stick out; it barely made a difference, but it made her chest feel warm.

Maybe she did want a baby right now?”

Her shirt fell back down once she took her hands off her stomach. “Fuck, I have to tell him still.” Rhea leaned forward against the long double sink, arching her back as she stretched out her legs. A sigh left her lips as a spark of pain went through her muscles.

Just as she was about to lift her head up to check the test, she heard a symphony of dog barks.

“And it just keeps coming, huh?”

Rhea looked at herself in the mirror one more time, fixing her hair and forcing herself to smile before opening the bathroom door to meet her husband.

“Hi, hi, hi, yeah, I know I missed y’all too, mmm, I missed y’all so much.”

Solo squished Luna’s face as Bella and Barry circled him, begging for attention. He threw the ball Bella brought him, all three of them running to chase it.

“Hey, Manamea.” Solo looked towards his wife, and that mixed feeling of fear and confusion showed on her face immediately making him jump to his feet. “What’s wrong, Rhea?”

She didn’t answer him until he asked her again, face to face, his strong hand wrapping around hers, silently telling her to take a deep breath before he asked again.

“What’s wrong, Rhea? You get another update on your knee?”

She watched his eyes soften, his hand gently tightening around her fingers- the rose quartz and carnelian beaded bracelet on his wrist slipping down slightly to the top of his hand.

“No, no, my knee’s fine- well, not fine, but you know.”

Her voice wavered as her nerves began to climb up her throat, making Solo’s face turn with worry.

The words sat on the tip of her tongue but didn’t come out as they felt too heavy in her mouth to leave. How was she supposed to tell him she was maybe pregnant? The last time they talked about having kids was when Naomi got pregnant, and they decided to wait until she was ready. And she wasn’t sure she was.

They weren’t stupid; they knew how babies were made. She let him because she was going beyond bored stuck in this bloody house! She never considered that in a few weeks she would be taking a pregnancy test.

“I’m… I might be pregnant.”

Rhea uttered the words quietly, another wave of nausea hitting her as the heavy words left her mouth.

Solo’s eyes went wide with an unplaceable look behind them. His mouth opened to only close a second after; he was speechless.

He didn’t know how to feel. Was he supposed to be happy? He was excited at the possibility of his wife being pregnant, his heart rate jumping at the thought; the white picket fence life flashing in front of his eyes.

The look on Rhea’s face didn’t match his excitement, though. Her skin was paler than usual, with a slight greenish tint to her face; every emotion she was feeling, no matter how complicated, showed in her diamond eyes and her bottom lip quivered.

“… Fuck.” Solo brought his hand up to his head in shock, trying to wrap his mind around it.

“Fuck? Fuck? I tell you, I might be pregnant, and all you have to say is fuck!?” All her fear bubbled up. She thought Solo would have something better to say, to help her figure out what she should do. But honestly, he was just as lost as she was on what to do in this situation.

“I'm sorry, Manamea, I didn’t mean it like that, I’m just surprised. I mean, I guess I’m not surprised, but I wasn't expecting to come home to something like this.”

Solo braces his hands on the shoulders of the panicked woman, doing his best to calm her down.

“Don’t freak out, we’re handling it together, ok? You need me to go buy you a test? What's up? What do you need?”

His serene voice and soft smile on his lips caused her to take another round of deep breath making Solo smile even more.

“No, I already took a test, I just haven’t read it yet, I’m scared too.”

“Okay, then, before we freak out and start yellin’ again,” Rhea chuckled, already feeling bad for snapping at him. “Let’s go see if you're actually pregnant.”

Solo grabbed her hand again as they walked up the stairs together, though their bedroom into the bathroom that looked like a tornado had blown around the room from her frantically searching.

“Sorry, I couldn’t find a test, and I also couldn’t remember where I would’ve put them. So sorry.”

Solo tskked at her unnecessary apology as he pushed a few bottles out of their way. “It’s fine, Rhea, don’t worry about it.” He would pick it up later once they knew what was happening.

They both spotted the pregnancy test at the same time.

The little blue and white plastic test held their future in its tiny window.

“Wait.” Rhea pulled her hand out of his light grasp, covering her flushed cheeks, “What if I am pregnant? What are we gonna do?”

Solo didn’t often hear fear in his wife’s voice. She was a strong woman who played helplessly for his own benefit; she knew it, he knew it, and he didn’t mind. She didn’t do it to be condescending; she did it because Solo liked to help, be a man, and she wasn’t a woman who needed help often.

So when she was visibly scared, he knew it was serious.

“Whatever you want.” The answer flowed out of his mouth with ease. “It’s your career, it’s your choice. I’ll support whatever your decision, whatever that stick says, we'll figure it out together, alright?”

He stepped away from the sink to move into her space, replacing the chilly palms of the Australian with his own warm ones. Pulling her into a kiss, her muscles immediately loosened under.

“No matter what that stick says, we’re figuring it out. If you want to have a baby, then we’ll have a baby, but if you don’t, then we won’t. I’m not gonna make you.” His fingers stretched into her hair to bring her closer, kissing her again. “I love you, and I’ll keep loving you."

She didn’t know that’s what she was scared of until he certified that it wasn’t going to happen, and her fear (not all of it) went away without a second thought.

Rhea opened her eyes to look at him through her wet lashes. She didn’t know what she wanted anymore, and the only way she would figure it out would be to stop guessing and finally look.

She walked around the Samoan man, who wouldn’t let her hand go for anything, standing in front of the sink, reaching for the pregnancy test that was flipped over in her hand as Solo looked down at her.

“You ready?” He asked, his fingers stretching out over hers, silently offering to be the one to do it as he could feel how much the test weighed.

“Yeah, just like a bandage.” She sighed gently before she turned it over.

Two bold blue lines stared back at her.

“Oh my god… oh my god!”

“Oh shit.”

Solo couldn’t believe what he was seeing and needed a better look to believe it. And there was no mistaking it. There were two lines.

Rhea combed her nails through her hair in a state of shock and excitement. She didn’t know what she wanted, but now the decision was made for her, and a flurry of excitement flooded her heart.

“I’m actually pregnant? Like there’s a little baby in there.” She placed her hand on her stomach as she had earlier this time with a wide smile. “I know, it’s crazy.”

Solo put his hand over hers with a matching smile.

“I got injured for a few weeks, and you put me on the shelf for a year and a half.” She laughed, looking down at the test like it was all still some sort of dream.

“I had you all to myself, what else am I supposed to do? Say no to the enchantresses in my bed every mornin’?”

His hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer to himself, pecking a kiss on her lips. “What do you want to do?”

She honestly wasn’t one hundred percent sure, but the thought of being barefoot and pregnant, sitting at home, didn’t sound that bad. She watched Naomi do it, and Bianca was currently doing it; she would be lying if the thought hadn’t crossed her mind once or twice these last few months.

Maybe two cute, stinky babies are exactly what their house needs to fill the silence.

Her career could wait a year or two.

Rhea lifted her arms to wrap them around his neck, the pregnancy test still in her hand, hitting his shoulder.

“I already have to drop my title, might as well give them some good news to follow the bad.”

“Yo’ serious? You really want to have this baby?” He couldn’t stop the excitement that took over his voice, nor how big his eyes got.

Tears prickled in the corner of her eyes as she glared at the test; her heart skipped a few beats when she looked at it before going back to him.

“Who knows if I’ll get pregnant again, or what if you get another big opportunity that locks us in for a few more years. I’m injured, Baby, it’s gonna take months for me to heal, and that’s without any surgery.”

“What are you saying?” He needed to hear her say it.

“I’m saying let’s have a baby. The smile on her lips made her voice sound warm and cheerful. “I’m bloody terrified, I don’t know shit about babies or raising them.”

“Neither do I," Solo said, showing her this was new territory for both of them. “But that’s why people wrote books, right? To help lead the blind?”

Rhea snickered at his wittiest; it’s what made her fall in love with him. “So we’ll get some books?”

“Yeah, we get all the books, and take the mommy classes or whatever they're called, and we’ll do all the tests to make sure our baby’s ok and healthy, if that’ll help you be less scared, Manamea, because if you want this, Rhea, then so do I.”

His hands had gravitated to her sides, the bottom of his palms stretched out to touch her belly, which he swore felt like it was sticking out a little now that they knew.

“I do. I want this baby. Because I know you'll be the most amazing dad ever.”

The words make his heart ache in a good way. He was gonna be a dad to a cute little baby.

“And you're gonna be the best mom in the world.” Solo kissed her again, feeling her smile against his lips as he did so. “I can’t believe we’re really doing this.”

“I told you we Fatu’s are fertile, yo’ didn’t believe me? Look at all the siblings I have.” He chuckled, which made her laugh too, before she said, “Well, I didn’t expect you to shoot the bloody club up.”

“If I remember correctly, you begged me too, so whose fault is it now?”

“Still yours.” Rhea moved her hands down his shoulders to rest against the middle of his back, pulling herself closer to him. “But now I've got a baby and a bum knee.”

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