The Blade

She had tried to ignore it at first, pushing it out of her mind, not allowing her to think about it, but it kept creeping back in no matter her efforts. In particular, she remembered what Braxton had said about wanting to be in the child's life if he was the father, wanting to be responsible... and her response to that.

More and more, she was thinking that maybe she'd been wrong.

Padding down the hall in her bare feet, Toby trailing after her, she found her husband on the couch, phone in hand and Sir Didy curled up at his side. The sight of it made her heart swell up with love- amazing how that could still happen after all these years.

Making her way to the couch, Allie bent to kiss his cheek before sitting down beside him, tucking herself close and leaning her head on his shoulder, just breathing in the familiarity of his scent.

"Do you think... do you think we could talk?" The words were murmured quietly, as though she was afraid to say them any louder, her hand seeking out his free one and squeezing it.

The words seemed to spill out after that. It felt like someone had just socked him in the stomach. Braxton wasn’t sure how to feel. He sighed pulling her into a hug. “It’s alright. You have nothing to be sorry for. It wasn’t your fault. I’m not mad.” He reassured her pressing a kiss to her head.

We are just painfully cute. 🥰🥰🥰

She had tried to ignore it at first, pushing it out of her mind, not allowing her to think about it, but it kept creeping back in no matter her efforts. In particular, she remembered what Braxton had said about wanting to be in the child's life if he was the father, wanting to be responsible... and her response to that.

More and more, she was thinking that maybe she'd been wrong.

Padding down the hall in her bare feet, Toby trailing after her, she found her husband on the couch, phone in hand and Sir Didy curled up at his side. The sight of it made her heart swell up with love- amazing how that could still happen after all these years.

Making her way to the couch, Allie bent to kiss his cheek before sitting down beside him, tucking herself close and leaning her head on his shoulder, just breathing in the familiarity of his scent.

"Do you think... do you think we could talk?" The words were murmured quietly, as though she was afraid to say them any louder, her hand seeking out his free one and squeezing it.

Biting her lip, she let her eyes close, trying to block the swell of grief that was trying to rise within her. It was something she'd kept neatly tucked away since it had happened, carefully locking it away to never be examined again.

But now here it was, at the forefront of her mind again. Having kids had never been something she'd thought she really wanted- she hadn't been against it, but it hadn't been something she'd desperately wanted, either. But back in 2019, after her anxiety at the poor responses to her matches had made her think about quitting wrestling, something had changed.

She'd thought about it, talked to Braxton about it, and they had decided to try for a baby. They hadn't yet started their open marriage, and she had stopped taking her birth control. As far as Braxton knew, they'd never had any success, and neither of them had been too into the idea of going to a fertility specialist- especially her, too anxious that she'd be told something she didn't want to hear.

“Hey. Shh. It’s alright. I won’t be mad. You can tell me anything, Allie. You know that.” He pressed a kiss to her head. Braxton hated that she had felt so upset and scared that she couldn’t talk to him. In a way, he understood it though. He knew how she got when she was upset and anxious. So he didn’t blame her.

She had tried to ignore it at first, pushing it out of her mind, not allowing her to think about it, but it kept creeping back in no matter her efforts. In particular, she remembered what Braxton had said about wanting to be in the child's life if he was the father, wanting to be responsible... and her response to that.

More and more, she was thinking that maybe she'd been wrong.

Padding down the hall in her bare feet, Toby trailing after her, she found her husband on the couch, phone in hand and Sir Didy curled up at his side. The sight of it made her heart swell up with love- amazing how that could still happen after all these years.

Making her way to the couch, Allie bent to kiss his cheek before sitting down beside him, tucking herself close and leaning her head on his shoulder, just breathing in the familiarity of his scent.

"Do you think... do you think we could talk?" The words were murmured quietly, as though she was afraid to say them any louder, her hand seeking out his free one and squeezing it.

"I'm just..." Allie trailed off before she'd really even begun, biting her lip and looking down. She fiddled with the bow on her pajama shorts for a moment before taking a breath, looking up at him again. "I've been thinking a lot. With Adam and Sasha, it's... the whole thing with Brandi. And... you."

When she was done, Braxton sighed. “I don’t know. I pretty much settled on the fact that you didn’t want it and I was willing to sign the rights away if it were mine. I figured the kid could have a better life that way. But I don’t know. I’m not sure I could handle not raising her if she were my kid.”

She had tried to ignore it at first, pushing it out of her mind, not allowing her to think about it, but it kept creeping back in no matter her efforts. In particular, she remembered what Braxton had said about wanting to be in the child's life if he was the father, wanting to be responsible... and her response to that.

More and more, she was thinking that maybe she'd been wrong.

Padding down the hall in her bare feet, Toby trailing after her, she found her husband on the couch, phone in hand and Sir Didy curled up at his side. The sight of it made her heart swell up with love- amazing how that could still happen after all these years.

Making her way to the couch, Allie bent to kiss his cheek before sitting down beside him, tucking herself close and leaning her head on his shoulder, just breathing in the familiarity of his scent.

"Do you think... do you think we could talk?" The words were murmured quietly, as though she was afraid to say them any louder, her hand seeking out his free one and squeezing it.

“Of course.” He squeezed her hand back. Setting his phone aside, Braxton turned to face his wife. “What’s up? You know that you can talk to me about anything.” He assured her.