I only own Charlotte. Vince McMahon owns WWE. The superstar's own themselves. Kind of sad if you ask me. Who wouldn't want to own CM Punk. Enjoy!

Charlotte Calaway sighed and looked at the white stick that was going to change her future. For better or worse, she didn't know yet.

"Are you ready yet? Adam and Jay are waiting for us. You know those jerks get impatient," stated Phil Brooks, otherwise known as CM Punk to the WWE Universe, as waited for his girlfriend to hurry up and get out of the bathroom.

Charlie smiled at him as she closed the bathroom door behind her and grabbed her hobo bag to set out for the day.

"Don't call them jerks. They're your friends." Why he called them that she didn't know, but they seemed fine with it.

"They don't mind. They call me asshole so I guess we're even. Don't you think we're even?" Phil smirked at her as he led her out of the hotel room and down the hallway to the elevators where they were supposed to meet their friends for breakfast.

The ride downstairs in the elevator was a relatively quiet one. Charlotte was trying to think of a way to break the news to Phil. Meanwhile, Phil was thinking of when to pop "The Question." He already had her father's permission, which he was glad went better than he had imagined. The couple was getting off the elevator when Charlotte decided that she was just going to straight out tell him, no beating around the bush.

Phil glanced at his girlfriend and noticed the look of utter concentration on her pretty face. "What are you thinking about? You have this look on your face and I don't know whether to be alarmed or not?"

"I'm pregnant." Charlotte blurted out and when she did, Phil stopped in his tracks, looked at her, and promptly fainted.

She was totally not expecting that reaction and she didn't know if she wanted to laugh or worry over her boyfriend. Their friends had seen the couple and ran towards them when they saw Phil greet the ground with his face.

"Dear Lord, what did you tell the poor kid Charlie," asked Adam Copeland while Jay Reso helped Phil come back to life. Charlotte told them the story and was relieved when Phil seemed to be responding to Jay's slaps.

"Are you serious? We're going to have a rug-rat?" Phil had a look of elation on his face and Charlotte could only nod as he hugged her like no tomorrow. She was immensely happy that he got a positive reaction, albeit a bit delayed.

A sniggering laugh from their two friends broke the happy couple's haze of euphoria. Phil glared at them, angry that they were intruding on their joyous occasion.

"What the hell is wrong with you two?" The two men could only continue laughing and finally Adam calmed down enough to tell him the reason for his laughter.

"Dude, you fucking fainted!" And with that the two men fell into another round of laughter and Charlie couldn't help but join in too.

"I did not faint. I simply said hello to the floor with my face!" An indignant Phil cried and then smiled with his friends at his expense.

Charlotte then had an epiphany. "Who's going to tell daddy that I'm knocked up?" Adam and Jay laughed at the sudden paleness that overcame their friend's face.

"Oh shit!"

Authors Note: This is my first story, if that's anyway to call this. I hope you enjoy. Reviews are welcomed as well as constructive criticism. Happy reading. Peace, Love, Punk.

P.S.

The song that was playing during the creation of this baby was Love is Our Weapon by NeverShoutNever.