The following story is completely fiction. All characters in the story belong to their respective owners. I do not claim to own any of the characters. This story was created simply for entertainment and should be viewed as such.

Chapter One

"Why are you always crying? You won't give your daddy and me any peace and quiet." Stephanie whispered to her ten month old daughter, Aurora as she rocked her back and forth in he arms. She was trying her best to put her little girl to sleep. No matter her age of almost a year, Aurora had yet to sleep through the night.

"Is she asleep yet?" Paul called out from the nursery doorway causing Aurora to lift her head up off her mother's shoulder.

"She was close to being asleep before you opened your mouth." Steph said rolling her eyes as she gentling put her hand to her daughter's head having the baby lay her head back down. "I can't do all this anymore. Aurora is so demanding of me. It's getting so that I don't even enjoy working anymore. How am I supposed to balance work and being a mother?! This should not be this hard!"

Stephanie was completely exhausted. The combination of motherhood and her high powered career in WWE was more than she could handle. How did it even get like this? She was an independent woman. The Executive Vice President of the creative department, surely she should be able to handle being a mommy on top of that.

"Steph, I don't know why you just don't hire a full time nanny. Someone can take care of Aurora while you get your work done. You don't have to do everything yourself." Paul commented folding his arms.

"I think she's sick, Paul. She feels hot to me." Steph said, completely ignoring her husband's reply as she put her head to her baby's. Aurora began to cry, her forehead was extremely warm.

"I think we have some baby Tylenol downstairs, I gotta get to bed. I've got a photo shoot tomorrow with Maxim. Call me if you need anything." Paul muttered before leaving the nursery.

Stephanie narrowed her eyes as she shifted her daughter to her other hip. This wasn't the first time she had been left to tend to their daughter alone. Most of the time she had brought it on herself by refusing to hire help. She wanted to feel like she could handle every aspect of her life without someone having to be there.

How successful was she? Not like she expected she would be. The truth was that Steph had gotten so tired from work and taking care of Aurora that she went to the doctor a month ago and was prescribed sleeping pills. The pills were there so that she would be able to get a decent amount of rest so she could function during the day. Aurora had yet to ever sleep through the night. She wasn't exactly an ideal baby.

"You hold still now while Mommy gets the liquid Tylenol." Steph said to her daughter after sitting her on the counter of the kitchen table.

Cautiously, she took a few steps to where the medicine cabinet was located. Aurora continued to wail, her arms flailing around, telling her mother that she was not feeling well. Steph grabbed the Baby Tylenol bottle as well as her sleeping pill bottle. Hopefully after Aurora had the Tylenol on board, she would be able to lie down for a few hours and maybe Stephanie could too.

With both bottles in hand, Steph grabbed a glass from another cabinet and quickly filled it with filtered water. She sat the glass and medicine down next to Aurora who had not calmed down. Quickly she opened the childproof cap to her sleeping pills but then set the container back down on the counter.

"Shit, the syringe." Steph muttered, remembering that she had forgotten the medicine syringe that she used to give Aurora medicine.

She turned her back on her daughter as she went over to the other side of the kitchen in search of the syringe. As usual, whenever she needed something, it was impossible to find. With Aurora's arrival, her home had become far less organized than it used to be. Things used to have order. She used to feel like she was always in control of everything. Those days were long gone. Finally, after trying three different droars, she found it. No sooner did she have the syringe in her hands when she heard her pill bottle fall to the floor.

Stephanie whipped around to see that her daughter had spilled the pills across the kitchen counter. Aurora whined as she held a few broken capsules in her hand.

"Aurora Rose! Damnit! Why did I leave the bottle like that! I'm so tired, I must be losing it." Steph said on the verge of tears as she tried her best to quickly clean off her daughter's hands of the white powder as well as quick up the other capsules on the counter. She was perspiring. Who ever said being a mother of just one was easy? Stephanie grabbed her glass of water and quickly drank it. Slamming the glass down on the counter, Steph then turned her attention to the Tylenol.

"Why your father couldn't get the Infant Tylenol with the dropper is beyond me. He's not the one who has to do this!" She said, filling up the syringe to the amount the bottle said.

Steph had no problem getting the medicine in Aurora's mouth. The baby had not stopped screaming since she was in the nursery.

"You get some rest now sweetie." Steph whispered as she placed her ten month old in her crib. The room was dim and she could see that the medicine had already begun to take effect. Aurora's eyes began to close, her crying ceased as she settled in for a few hours rest.

Steph placed her right hand to her own forehead. She was feeling light headed and weak all of a sudden as if someone had began to spin the room around her. If she didn't any better, she would have thought someone drugged her. Well, she was after all exhausted. It must be her body telling her she needed to lay down. She widened her eyes, struggling to keep them open. Knowing that she could never make it to the bedroom from where she was, Steph had the presence of mind to sit down on the carpet floor as gracefully as she could. It was a good thing she sat down when she did because only a second later, she was completely passed out on the floor.

Stephanie's eyes fluttered a few times before they completely opened. It was morning and the first thing she realized was that she was in bed. How did she get there? Paul must have found her passed out and carried her. She then noticed the bed sheets, these weren't the sheets she had put on the bed, and they weren't even hers. Steph quickly looked to her right, the other side of the bed was empty, its sheets were pulled up; obviously Paul had gotten out of bed.

Looking up at the room, Stephanie then realized that she wasn't in her master bed room at all. The room was obviously a bed room, but it most definitely wasn't her and Paul's. It was a nicely decorated. It couldn't be a hotel room, could it? Many scenarios began to brew in Stephanie's mind as she happened to look down at her left hand.

"My wedding ring…" She whispered. There was a wedding ring on her finger but it was not the ring that Paul, her husband, had given to her. The ring she wore was just as large but cut completely different.

Stephanie then smiled when she saw her arms. They were thinner, much thinner than they had been every since she had gotten pregnant and had Aurora. Was this even possible? How could someone lose around thirty pounds of weight over night?

Stephanie then noticed that she was not wearing the clothes that she had on the night before that she had fallen asleep in while in Aurora's nursery. She was now wearing a silk red slip that had buttons down the front.

"This isn't mine." Stephanie said placing her hands on her covered chest. She paused feeling where her implants were supposed to be. Her eyes widened as she realized that she had her original cup size. She quickly peeked under the silk material to see that she didn't even have any incision mark from the surgery she had in 2001. They were her natural breasts. To her surprise they weren't even sagging but instead were engorged as if they were swollen much like when first had Aurora. What was going on? Steph jumped out of bed and went to the dresser mirror just to the left of her.

"Oh my God…"Stephanie said aloud as she looked completely in shock the face that looked back at her in the mirror. Her hair was its natural color and she no longer had bangs. Her nose was completely restored to its original shape. She turned her head sideways, examining what she thought to be a miracle. This couldn't be. Back in 2005 she had surgery on her nose because of a deviated septum. Her hair she had dyed blonde, what had happened to her last night?

Steph jumped as she heard the muffled sound of running water behind her. She quickly turned around to see a door half open on the other side of the room. It had to be the bath room. Slowly, Stephanie crept across the room toward the inviting door. She hoped Paul would be behind it. Hopefully he would be able to explain all of this craziness to her and tell her that she hadn't lost her mind.