A/N: Well, this is a story challenge from the fanfiction author known as Devin. I took the challenge, now I am out to dominate! Reviews would be lovely!

This can't be happening. Mickie thought starring at the pregnancy test after it had beeped… two lines were on the test. "No." She refused the results… they just couldn't be correct; it just couldn't be. This just wasn't right.

Mickie pressed her back towards the wall then sunk to the bathroom floor. Her eyes began to flip up while she starred at the test. She threw it, because she wasn't able to look at it any longer. The tears that filled her eyes began to run down her cheeks.

She heard the front door open and close, and her heart skipped a beat. John was already home… he wasn't supposed to be back until the next day.

Mickie got up off the floor quickly and wiped her tears and running eyeliner off of her face to make it look like she wasn't cry, then John walked in.

"Hey babe," He paused. "Why are you up here?"

"Oh… no reason." She laughed nervously. Oh fuck, She thought, Where the fuck did I throw that test ?

John laughed at his girlfriend. "So, you just like to chill in the bathroom when I'm gone?" He joked with her. Mickie laughed a little bit too loud and too much at John's remark which made her receive a weird look from him. "Mickie is everything alright?"

Mickie nodded. "Everything is A okay, Johnny." She put up her thumbs and gave him a smile.

John laughed. "Well okay Micks… can you get out for a second, I gotta use the thrown."

"Oh ew John, TMI." Mickie said in a disgusted voice.

"TMI?" He questioned with a laugh.

"Too. Much. Information." She told him in a slow voice, like he was dumb or something.

"Thanks for clarifying." He said sarcastically. "Now. Please. Leave. The. Bathroom."

Mickie sighed to herself, hopefully he won't find it, she thought to herself before walking out of the bathroom. She paced down the hall for awhile, but then she decided to just go wait down stairs. She sat on the couch and waited.

Eventually she heard him walking down the stairs and her heart beat increased. Please tell me he didn't find it… please, please, please. She hoped to herself.

"Hey." John gave her a quick smile then sat down beside her on the couch. "I have a question…"

Mickie gulped, "Yeah?"

John reached into his back pocket then pulled out the test. "Why am I unaware that I'm going to be a father?" He asked with a smile. John was happy about the information; he just wished that Mickie had told him.

"uh.. Surprise!" Mickie told him with fake enthusiasm.

John's smile grew then he picked up Mickie off of the couch and twirled her. "I'm so happy!" John told her as he put her down. He kissed her check then they sat back down together.

"Me too!" Mickie lied straight threw her teeth.

-Later That Night-

"Hello?" It was the voice of Chris Jericho. Mickie couldn't help but smile at her best friends voice.

"Hey Chrissy, its Mickie…"

Chris smiled himself, he loved talking to his best friend… well actually he just loved his best friend in general… and not in the best friend way either. "Hey Mickie," he suddenly realized that there was a bit of a sad tone in her voice. "What's wrong Micks? You sounds kind of… sad."

Mickie sighed, I guess it's not the right time to beat around the bush, she thought. "Chrissy, I think I might be pregnant."

Chris heart shattered. She was pregnant with his baby… it wasn't that he didn't like John… they were pretty good friends actually… he just didn't like the fact that John was keeping him from Mickie… and now that she's pregnant with his child is making it less likely for them to be together. Damn him. Damn that baby, Chris thought before taking a deep breath. "Really? That's great!"

Mickie faked a laugh. "No, it's not actually."

"And why would that be?" Chris asked sarcastically. She was getting what she wanted, then man of her dreams with his fucking child, what more would the woman want?

"Chris, don't be sarcastic with me… it's the last fucking thing I need." She paused and took a deep breath, and then she felt her eyes begin to fill up with tears. "Chris… its bad because I don't know who the father is?"

"Mickie, what the fuck are you talking about?" Chris demanded.

"Chris… remember when we had that… uh one night only thing last month…?"

Chris's eyes got big at the realization. "Oh… you're saying… oh fuck."

"Yeah." Mickie nodded viciously, even though Chris couldn't see her.

Chris actually couldn't help but smile a little… if the thing was his, then she would leave John for him… but at the same time it could be his… so he wasn't sure what emotions to feel. "Mickie, what are we going to do?"

Mickie exhaled sharply. "Chris, honestly… I really don't know." Mickie heard footsteps getting closer to the bathroom, where she was sitting on the floor talking to Chris."I gotta go… uh… I'm tired."

"Don't lie… it's because John's coming." John was always a little jealous of Chris because of the relationship that he and Mickie had… it always pissed Chris off too… John was in the relationship with Mickie, and Chris wasn't so he really had nothing to worry about.

Mickie sighed again. "I don't wanna start this right now… I gotta go, bye Chrissy." She hung up the phone.

Chris sighed himself. "Love you." He said before hanging up his phone and throwing it on his bed. So Mickie was pregnant? And either he was going to be a father or John was…oh this was going to be interesting

{xxx}

The bathroom door opened and Mickie saw John laugh. "I'm seriously starting to think that you like to hang out here."

Mickie did a cute little shrug then laughed. "You'll never know."

"I guess not… but I'll catch on." He joked. "Now come on… its late… we should go to bed… I have plans for us tomorrow… I do have to go to a show on Wednesday."

Mickie just nodded, then grabbed John's extended hand and let him pull her up to her feet. She followed him into the bedroom, then she checked it.

We need to talk.
xx

-Chris.

Oh fuck, Mickie thought. She just ignored the thought then laid down on the bed.

"We need to tell Vince about the pregnancy when tomorrow." John told her randomly.

"Oh duh." Mickie slapped her forehead. How could she forget? Oh yeah, maybe it was because she didn't really want the baby.

"Well night." John leaned over and kissed her forehead, shut out the light then went to sleep.

Mickie couldn't fall asleep for awhile, eventually she started crying and cried herself to sleep.

A/N: Sooo, what did you think so far? Review!