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Ethan's POV

My phone's ringtone woke me out of my sleep. I sat up in my hotel bed, and my first thought is, I hope  Sahara is okay.

I detached my phone from the charger and saw all the text messages, Twitter mentions, and Instagram notifications. I only get it from people I follow. What the hell has happened?

I looked at my first message from my assistant, Julie.

Julie: Ethan, everyone knows about Sahara now. I don't know what fan made this photo, but everyone is saying you're the father.

There's a picture floating around of us.

"Fuck!" I yelled. This is not the way I wanted people to find out about us. Who the hell has tipped off the damn internet? I ran my fingers through my head.

No one should have to start their morning like this. I haven't gotten my workout in yet.

I wanted my mother to hear from me that she's going to be a grandmother.  She is going to lose her shit whenever we talk.

An unknown number called me, and I answered it. "Hello, this is Ethan."

"Mr. Carter, could you tell us if you and your indie girlfriend are having a girl or boy?"

"Who is this?" I asked.

"TMZ sports." Once I heard that I hung the phone up. Who the hell leaked this to the press? Sahara wouldn't cross me, and do this without talking to me first.

My mom's picture went across the screen. I am not ready to talk to her, but at this point, what choice do I have? I sighed, not wanting to go into details with her.

I swiped my phone to  answer, and I said, "Hi, mother."

"Who is this black woman? Why is everyone saying you're the father of her child."

"Because I am, ma," I said, waiting for her to yell at me about my brand and my career. She's not the easiest person to talk too.

"One-night stand?"

"Yes, I didn't know about the pregnancy until a few weeks ago. Sahara lives with me now."

"Lives with you?!" My mother starts yelling at me, and this is exactly why I don't talk to her that much.

"Yes, she's carrying my child. She lives with me. I am going to take care of my responsibility, ma. You of all people should understand."

"Michael Hunter Hutter, you were raised better than this. You cannot be out here getting groupies pregnant."

I am so sick of people calling her a damn groupie. She loves to give  I bit my tongue because my mom is not supportive at all. "Ma, she's an indie wrestler. Remember, I came from the indies? She's not a groupie. She's friends with Renee."

"You know I don't like Renee because she wants to be a housewife. She doesn't even love Spud. She's extremely sneaky. Didn't she tried to talk to you, first?"

"Yes, ma but that was so long along."

"Are you  getting a DNA test?"

"I don't need one. The baby is mine. I fucked her three days straight without one condom. If I'm not the father, then it's Jesus baby."

"Watch your mouth. Don't play around with Jesus when talking to me. So, I get to meet this girl at Thanksgiving."

"Yes, ma she will be there."

"Great, I want to talk to her." My mother said and hung up on me. I am about to get so much hell on this.

My phone rang again, and it's Triple H. Great. He's going to bitch at me about this.

"Hello, this is Ethan."

"Yeah, this is Hunter. I am sure you have seen social media. Are you the father?" He asked.

He doesn't waste any time getting to the point. "Yes."

"Interesting. Well, congrats. We wish you would have let us know first, but either way, let us know if you need a few days off when she's close to her due date."

What? Is this even Triple H that I'm talking to. "Wow, I appreciate that sir."

"I have three daughters, and I didn't miss any of their births. It's a moment you don't want to miss. How long have you two been dating?"

"Uh.. not long," I lied. He doesn't need to know all the details. I don't want her to be painted in a bad light, because of me.

"Interesting. Listen, I gotta go, but next time, please give us a heads up."

"Will do."

The call ended. The conversation is weird. I called Sahara to check on her.

"Hello.." She said, crying. I hate to hear her upset, and I can't be there for her, physically.

"I am sorry all this is happening this way," I said.

"It's not your fault. I don't like people calling me a whore, and groupie. You know that I am not like that. I don't even date wrestlers for this simple reason."

"I know. Don't worry about anything. Just get off of social media for a while. I don't need anything to stress you or the baby out. You want me to send you breakfast?" I asked, trying to cheer her up with food.

"Yes.. that would be nice." She said.

"Triple H called me and said congrats. He said I could take time off when you are about to give birth. That's nice of him." I said.

"Yeah.. you think Renee did this?"

"Probably.. listen don't worry I will get to the bottom of this. We will still do a cute little photo shoot after the New Years. Don't let this get you down. Mia told me she had a good conversation with you."

"Why is Mia talking to you?"

"We go way back and yes, I know she's not that fond of me. But, she promised me she would check on you when I out of town and stuff. She's good people."

"I know she is."

"I'll be home tomorrow. We will get this all sorted out. In the meantime, stay put in the house. If you need anything, let me know. I'll have my assistant, Julie will get it for you. Don't leave the house right now. "

"I can't be a damn prisoner in this house."

"You act like the house isn't nice." I joked. "Just relax, because I don't want people bombarding you and putting the baby at risk. Anything could happen, and I am not there to protect you. Please trust me on this."

"Okay." She agreed.

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