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"Stupid boots!"

I yelled, throwing them on the ground.

"Woah. What's wrong hulk Bayley?"

Charlotte asked.

"My stupid ankles are swollen and these stupid boots won't fit because my ankles are like twice the size as normal."

I said, throwing myself back onto my chair. Then I started crying.

"Bay, it's okay. They're just boots."

Becky said, rubbing my shoulder.

"I know it's just my whole body is against me right now. My ankles are swollen, I'm always either in the bathroom throwing up or peeing, my gear barley fits cause my stomach is puffed out, my mood is everywhere, and I keep craving strawberries which I haven't craved since I was pregnant."

I said, pouting.

"Um Bay?"

Charlotte asked.

"What?"

"Well, are you sorta...um..."

"Pregnant?"

Becky said, interrupting her.

"What?! I can't be pregnant. Sasha's pregnant I'm not pregnant."

I said.

"Well you sound like you're pregnant."

Becky said.

"I'm not. Let's go get ready for the match."

I said.

"Bayley, I'm not wrestling you if you could possibly be pregnant."

Charlotte said.

"I'm not pregnant Charlotte!"

I said.

"Bayley you literally have all the symptoms of a pregnant woman. Either you call off tonight Of I'm going to Hunter and Steph."

Becky said, crossing her arms.

"Fine. I'll call off. And then when we get to the hotel I'll take a pregnancy test and prove I'm not pregnant!"

I yelled at them.

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