The only sound in the dining room was the ticking of the lavish clock on the mantlepiece, and the occasional muffled rustling of a napkin. There were three people in the medium sized dining room and the tension was so thick it could be cut with a knife. A beautiful blonde was sitting at the table and she looked down at her stomach and sighed. She was eight months pregnant and she had just told her parents. They weren't exactly happy about it, but there was nothing they could've done to prevent it. She was twenty-six years old, but they expected so much out of her and the fact that the father didn't seem to be involved with the pregnancy or the baby, didn't make them any happier. This woman, whose name happened to be Trish Stratus, had had a one night stand with Dave Batista. Out of the ring he was a really great guy and they had been getting to know each other and what happened that one fateful night in the hotel was not what they had planned.
They had gone out one night after a show and went to a bar and had a couple beers. Trish had a little bit more than she planned and so Dave took them back to the hotel and took her back to her room. She was so drunk that she had no idea what she was doing, and Dave was under the influence and he tried to stop what they were doing. It didn't go as planned and they ended up making love in her room and when she woke up the next day, she was shocked at what she had done.
A couple of weeks later when she started feeling sick, she took a home pregnancy test and made a doctor's appointment and both came out positive. She knew when it had happened and she felt so stupid. She was so busy that day that she had forgotten to take her pill and now here she was pregnant with an illegitimate baby. By this time, she and Dave weren't on good terms anymore. He had been acting like his in ring character and Trish didn't have any idea why. He wouldn't even talk to her and when he did, he would call her inappropriate names. So when she found out she was pregnant, she went to his locker room and knocked on the door. He answered it and looked at her.
"What do you want," he asked evilly.
"Can I come in? I have to tell you something," she said.
He sighed and looked annoyed at her for interrupting him.
"Make it quick."
She nodded her head and walked inside and sighed to herself. How was she going to tell him she was pregnant with his baby? With the way things were with them, it wasn't going to be pretty when she told him. He looked at her impatiently and she took a breath and closed her eyes.
"Dave, I'm pregnant."
She looked at him and he didn't look happy. He started shaking his head and she looked at him in shock.
"You're lying. It's not mine."
"Dave, you're the only person I've been with intimately for a long time. Even though it was a one night stand, but you were the only one. I'm sure of it."
"Well, I'm not taking care of it."
"Dave, what are you talking about? It's your child. You should owe it that."
"What, do you want me to marry you too?"
"I didn't say that. I just think the baby should know his or her father, no matter how big of an ass he is," she said evilly.
He walked up to her and she backed up against the wall. She started to breathe rapidly and he put his face in hers.
"You better watch what you say, bitch. Now get the hell out of my locker room."
She opened the door and ran out, crying her eyes out. She ran into her best friends at that same time and they were shocked to see her in so much pain. Trish was never one to cry, but when she did they both knew it had to be something serious.
"Trish, what's wrong," Stacy asked.
"I'm pregnant."
"Hey, that's great news. Why are you crying," Amy asked.
"It's Dave's and he doesn't want anything to do with it."
"Dave Batista? What were you doing hanging around him," Stacy asked.
"He seemed like a nice guy and we went out for a couple drinks two weeks ago and lets just say things got out of hand. And I had forgotten to take my pill that day because I was so busy."
"Oh Trish."
She started to sob louder and the held her.
"Please, don't tell anyone about this," Trish said.
"Trish, people have to know. Especially Vince. You can't just take a break without a good reason. I think it would be best if you at least told him," Amy said.
"You're right. But I just don't want anyone to know," Trish said.
"Just because the baby is Dave's doesn't mean you shouldn't tell anyone. Especially your friends. I'm sure they'd want to know," Stacy said.
"Just think about it okay," Amy asked.
"Okay."
They left and Trish thought about what they had told her and she told Vince and he said he would give her a break when she started showing. She wouldn't be wrestling but she could valet if she felt like it until she started showing. She accepted that and when she started showing, she stopped coming and everyone started wondering where she was and only Amy and Stacy knew, but promised they wouldn't tell.
So here she was, eight months pregnant just now telling her parents. They knew they couldn't tell her what to do because she was an adult, but she had already decided to keep the baby. Stacy and Amy had helped her and by then everyone on the roster knew Trish was pregnant by Dave Batista. A lot of people thought he was a complete ass for leaving Trish out in the cold with a baby. He never even talked to her once throughout the pregnancy. And they hadn't talked to each other since she was four months pregnant and had left to go on her maternity leave.
Trish looked at her parents who were looking at her. She sighed and stood up and they looked at her, wondering why she was getting up.
"I'm leaving. I can see you guys aren't happy with this, so I'm just going to go back to my apartment."
She grabbed her purse and walked out of the house and got into her car and drove off. When she got to her apartment, she walked in and turned on the light and sighed. The baby had been kicking nonstop all day and it was driving her nuts. She was tired of being fat and having swollen ankles and not being able to sleep peacefully at night. She always said to Amy and Stacy if it wasn't for them, she'd probably go crazy. They visited her every day at three and she was expecting them any minute. They were rarely late. She looked at the clock and smiled. Someone knocked on the door at that same time and she got up and opened the door and they all hugged. They walked inside and sat on the couch.
"Do you guys want anything to drink," Trish asked.
"Trish, you shouldn't be standing up for long periods of time. It's not good for the baby," Stacy said.
"No. Going to see my parents isn't good for the baby," she said as she walked into the kitchen.
Stacy and Amy sat down and looked at her.
"So how was it," Amy asked.
Trish shook her head as she opened the cabinet to get three cups.
"Let's just say they weren't very happy to see me. They're happy about the pregnancy and all but the fact that Dave isn't involved and I'm not married makes it worse. I don't really care right now. They can't make me do anything. I am twenty-six years old."
"Yeah."
She walked back into the living room with three cups of water and set them down on the coffee table. She sat down with a sigh and started to rub her stomach and Stacy and Amy smiled at her. They knew that Trish had had mixed emotions about this baby for the longest time, but they were sure once the baby came, there would be no doubt that Trish would fall in love with it. At one point, Trish was actually thinking about giving it up for adoption, but Stacy and Amy and some other wrestlers convinced her not to. There had been a lot of second doubts and advice during this entire pregnancy and Stacy and Amy were happy that the pregnancy was almost done. She was due next month in March and that was any day now. Considering that it was the end of February.
"So have you thought of any names yet," Stacy asked.
"Yeah. If it's a boy I'm going to name it Kristian Lukas Stratigias. If it's a girl I'm going to name it Mackenzie Norelle."
"Those are pretty names," Stacy said.
"Yeah."
They stayed for two hours and at five o' clock, Stacy and Amy got up and left, saying they'd be back tomorrow. Trish saw them to the door and she closed the door slowly and they walked off. Trish made herself some dinner and while she was, Stacy and Amy were talking about her.
"She seems so lonely. Maybe we should hook her up with someone," Amy said.
"And who do you have in mind," Stacy asked with a smile.
"I don't know. How about Randy," Amy asked.
Stacy snorted and Amy looked at her with a smile. "Please? That arrogant bastard? He's too into himself to notice anyone else and especially a woman with a baby."
"That's because you've been trying to get with him for the longest time, Stacy."
Stacy smiled and Amy shook her head.
"All right. All right. How about Shelton Benjamin," Amy asked.
"Amy, is your head screwed on right? That's a complete opposite pair that would never work out. Besides they're too close as friends to go out as boyfriend and girlfriend or on a date."
"Okay, okay."
They walked to Stacy's car and then Stacy gasped and looked at Amy.
"What?"
"I have the perfect person."
"Who," Amy asked as they drove off.
"Isn't it obvious? Jeff Hardy."
"Are you serious? They haven't spoken to each other since they broke up two years ago and since he went to that independent wrestling federation, no one has heard from him. Even I haven't heard from him," Amy said.
"Well, we can find him. Shouldn't he be in Cameron," Stacy asked.
"Yeah."
"So just call him up and talk about Trish."
"He doesn't even know she's pregnant," Amy said.
"Okay. Okay. We'll get it figure it out eventually."
"I hope you're right about this, Stacy," Amy said hesitantly.
Stacy nodded her head and they continued driving.
Meanwhile, back at Trish's apartment, she had just got done fixing her dinner. She sat in front of her TV and started to watch a show and eat. She thought about her life and the baby to come. She was nervous and excited about it at the same time. She went to bed later that night and she hoped that her life would get better when the baby came and hopefully Dave would change his mind about it once he saw it.
