Murder City Princess

a/n: Alex Shelley and Chris Sabin belong to themselves along with everyone else in TNA that is mentioned. I own my OCs and that's all, enjoy.

So this is long awaited birth of Kara. Enjoy and Happy St. Patrick's day, those of you who drink.. try not to get too fucked up and crash your car… I would be sad if you died.

Oh and so you understand… everything written in italics is her writing in a diary in the present time. Regular type is her memories aka the bulk of the story takes place in her memory. {in brackets and italics are her thoughts in her memories} and as far as any promos or in ring action, they will be written in third person and in Bold.

Chapter Twelve : Screw you.. I just gave birth what the fuck did you do today.

How does one go about telling the story about the birth of their child. Birth, I have to come to find out is rather disgusting… no matter how you cut it. You are having another human being come out for your body. Be it from a C-Section or well the normal way. It's painful too! I think labor is the worst fucking part of it, at least it was for me because for the first half of my labor I was totally unaware of the fact I was actually in labor! Back Labor… google it… it fucking sucks. I just thought I had slept funny and Patrick kept trying to rub my back but it wasn't helping at all.

As if Kara's timing was any worse… she was born on St. Patrick's day. Which was just horrible timing on her part. But this is how my day started after being woken up by a horrible pain in my lower back.

I hadn't slept much, tossing and turning all night. So obviously when I had finally gotten around to sleeping I was woken up by the worst pain I think I had ever felt in my lower back. I groaned softly and rolled over and slowly started to shake Patrick to wake him up. "Baby… Pat… Pat… Patrick!" He mumbled something that was barely audible and patted my cheek before rolling onto his side and going back to sleep.

Taking a deep breath, I tried again. "Patrick… Patrick! My back is fucking killing me!" I moaned again before smacking his chest which most defiantly got his attention. Looking back at me with a slight bit of hate in his eyes, which I don't blame him getting smack in the chest isn't the best of ways to be woken up by your pregnant fiancé.

"What the fuck can I do about it Kay-Kay?" He said sitting up in bed, the poor boy had been without sex for three months and dealing with me being pretty much confined to our bed or the couch. So he wasn't his normal easy going self as of late, though to give him credit he still showed me he loved me at least once a day. I asked him he could try rubbing my back to see if it helped because I had probably just been laying funny as I was as big as a house nearing my last month of pregnancy. He just nodded and started to rub my lower back planting a kiss on my neck as he did so. "Better?" He asked softly. I shook my head and kissed my cheek and pulled against him and held me till I fell back asleep.

Patrick, even for being a bit of an ass at times is really a sweet guy. I really was feeling so lucky that I was going to marry him. We both feel back a sleep and Patrick stuck close to me all day since I was uncomfortable and just wanted to be held. It wasn't till I was going to go take a shower that I noticed anything out of the ordinary.

I hated seeing myself naked by this point, having Patrick see me naked was about five million times worse, so I managed to get him to go put some baby clothes I had ordered online from the comfort of my bed while I took a quick shower. Pulling off my t-shirt I caught a glimpse of my belly in the mirror and could feel my eyes well up with tears. Not from the sight of my naked body as one may think, but from this horrible pain in my lower stomach. I stumbled back and reached down letting out a little yelp. Pulling my hand back I saw it was covered in blood. I let out this horrific scream and fell back against the wall causing a mirror that was on the wall to come crashing down.

Patrick came running into the bathroom and just looked at me as I sat on the floor crying. He crouched down and put his arm around me kissing my cheek before he mumbled "I'm gonna go get the keys and start the car…" I was surprised he was retaining some level of composure while I was a blubbering mess as I pulled my shirt back down and tried to stand up but I got lightheaded and stumbled back to the ground.

Fear isn't the word to describe the emotion I was feeling at that moment. It was something beyond fear, terror and anxiety. I thought I was going to lose my baby… no I was going to lose our baby. Patrick remained fairly calm the whole ride to the hospital and even as they rushed me up to labor and delivery I didn't see him flinch. He stepped out to call the family and tell them the baby was going to be born today come hell or high water and when he came back I swore it looked like he had been crying.

"Patrick.." I said softly looking up at his as he walked back into the room and straight towards me. "What…" I asked as if I didn't know what he must be feeling at that moment. He didn't say anything he just leaned down and kissed my cheek and mumbled something about my mom coming and he was sorry. "It'll be fine.." I mumbled softly trying to reassure him and also myself. He gave this half hearted nodded and sat down in the chair next to me and took a long deep breath and leaned back in the chair stretching his legs out.

"Where the fuck is the fucking doctor?" he asked showing the first sign of any emotion since the scene in the bathroom. I shrugged before wincing in pain which cause Patrick to nearly jump out of the chair. "Contraction?" He asked as I settled back against the pillows.

"Call it what you want… it just fucking… SUCKS" I said wincing again and reached and grabbed his hand and dug my nails into his hand which cause him to wince. "Don't be such a fucking pussy! Think of that time about six billion and you got what I am feeling right now…" I groaned through the rest of the contraction and slowly let go of his hand.

The father of my daughter and future husband just stared intently at me for a minute before there was a knock on the door which caused Patrick and I to direct our attention in that general direction. It was a young woman who looked about our age holding a clip board and walked over to us. "The doctors are going to do a c-section because they are worried about the baby's dropping heartbeat and a possible placental abruption… we need you both to sign this." She said thrusting the form at Patrick first who looked confused but signed it anyways and then handed the pen and held the clipboard as I scribbled what looked like my name across the line.

Things moved rather quickly after that, everything became this weird blur that reminded me a lot of an episode of ER except there was no handsome Dr. Ross and the blood was real. Though at 6:29 on March 17th, 2008 our little girl made her grand entrance… screaming her head off telling the world that Kara Jade was here and things were about to change. Or at least that's what I like to think, Patrick has joked since it was because she was pissed that her daddy missed going to the bar… but I like my version better.

The nurse brought this little bundle over to Patrick and I (as the put me back together). She handed the little pink bundle to Patrick who cradled her in arms like she was glass and would break at the slightest touch. "Holy shit…" Was all he could muster out looking down at our little girl who had his dark hair and his nose (which still makes me laugh).

"She's five minutes old and you couldn't think of anything better to say other than… 'Holy Shit' wonderful." I said slightly sarcastically but when he lowered her down so I could see her sweet little chubby face, holy shit was the first thing that came to my mind as well. I smiled and looked up at the two of them. "Hi Kara…" I said softly, which made Patrick chuckle.

Kara squirmed a little in his arms and stuck one of her hands out from the blankets and reached out like she was trying to touch something that wasn't there. "Eh.. you get that arm back in there…" Patrick muttered softly with a grin on his face as she yawned. "My god… you're my kid… you poor poor little girl. I'm sorry in advance." I just laughed and Patrick leaned down and kissed me quickly before one of the nurses came back over and told us they had to take her to get checked out by the doctor real quick and they would bring to us once I was in recovery.

Patrick sat next to me while they finished putting me back together with the biggest grin on his face. When they took me to recovery, Patrick went out to the waiting room which he later told me that was filled with his family and a good chunk of our friends all waiting to hear news about the baby. He told them we were both fine and Kara was little but she was healthy. We were only allowed two other people at a time in the room to see me and the baby. Patrick mom and sister were the first.

Once I finally got to hold my daughter for the first time there was going to be no way in hell that anyone was going to get her out of them till I was damn ready. Patrick walked back in and his mom and sister fallowed behind them, all three of them trying to be as quite as possible not knowing if the baby was asleep. I laughed, "She's awake… her eyes are open…" I said with a smile and the three of them gathered around the two of us.

Patrick leaned down and kissed Kara's forehead. His mom, looked like she was about to cry. "Oh my god… she's so beautiful. Look at those eyes…" She said grabbing onto her son's arm and Patrick just smiled. His sister laughed and reached over and took her little hand.

"Who would have thought you'd be this cute… but you're my niece.. so I should have expected it." His sister Samantha said with a little laugh. Kara just stared up at me with these big blue eyes, which surprised the hell out of me because I was half expecting her to have dark brown eyes like her daddy but she obviously had my bright blue eyes.

We stood around talking for a few minutes and I even let his mom hold Kara for a few minutes while his sister took pictures so they could show his father who was still at work and couldn't leave. I told them they could come by the house when we got home and any help they wanted to offer in the coming weeks would greatly appreciated since the doctors had already told me that recovery from the C-section was going to be rough for the first two weeks. The next to people to come in were Josh and Jen, who were going to be little Kara's god parents.

Josh and Jen walked in hand in hand and Jen let out a little squeak when she saw Kara sleeping in her daddy's arms. "Oh my gosh… look at her…" She turned to Josh who just started shaking his head.

"Don't get any ideas Jen, you need to get your baby fix just go play with Kara…" Josh told his girlfriend before coming over and giving me a kiss and handed me a silly looking pink teddy bear. "I thought I should bring gift for my goddaughter..." I laughed and Jen came over and kissed my cheek and patted my cheek.

"Good job misses… you and Patrick make pretty babies… you should keep it up." I laughed and Patrick started to shake his head.

"Oh no way in hell! One is enough right now. Why mess with perfection." Patrick cooed down at Kara. Josh looked down at Kara for a moment and ran his hand along the top of her little head and smirked softly.

"The kids got an ass load of hair…" We all nodded and Jen sat down on the bed next to me and we started to talk about how ironic it is that Kara was born on St. Patrick's day and Josh made some joke about how it was the luck of the Irish and he was a lucky charm. Patrick joked that he wondered if the Guns were gonna get the tag team titles now that Kara was born. We all laughed and there was arguing going on outside the door before my mother and step father burst through the hospital door.

"You bastard!" My mother screamed at Patrick causing Kara to wake up and started screaming. He handed her to me and him and Josh got up and stood next to each other. Jen looked concerned but turned her attention to trying to help me get Kara to calm back down. "my daughter gives birth and I don't even get a fucking phone call! I gotta hear about it from her father! I wanna see them."

Alan looked up at Patrick with a nasty look on his face, they both hated each other this could turn south rather quickly. Jen looked up at me as she held on to Kara's hand as I bounced her in my arms. "Who's the redneck?" She asked when she noticed Alan staring at me.

"Remember me telling you about my step father…" I muttered softly as Patrick and my mother stood auguring about how she had no right to be here after the way she had treated the both of us over the last nine months but she claimed she had every right to see us. When Jen put two and two together and quickly got up and with out a word went over to Alan and kneed him right in the balls. Then turned to my mother.

"Get the fuck out… you guys have caused nothing but problems for Pat and Kay… today is a drama and chaos free day and it's all about that little girl over there!" She said rather calmly pointing over to me looking rather shocked holding Kara tightly against my chest. "So vamoose bitches or I will make you!" Josh grabbed a hold of Jen's shoulders and pulled her backwards trying to get he to calm down and Patrick stood there with his arms crossed.

"Is this your idea of funny… this isn't over…." My mother mumbled grabbing the still wincing Alan's hand and dragging him out of the room.

Let me just say this for the record… I totally believe that no one in the world will mess with Kara in the future. She has an army of people willing to protect her with their lives and she was just a few hours old. The rest of our friends came in and visited us, some brought gifts and other's just came to see the baby. When we finally had five minutes alone Patrick and I really just took a deep breath and didn't say a word to each other. Both of just sat in the hospital bed, his arm wrapped around my shoulder, gazing down at the little person we created in complete awe of every little thing she did.

So while you may have been getting drunk that St. Patrick's day… I gave birth to one of the most beautiful little girls ever born… somehow I think I win.