It had been two weeks since April's night with Phil. She couldn't stop thinking about it, and the big grin on her face wasn't exactly subtle. The amount of lame ass excuses she'd spewed already to Celeste was getting few and far between, and she couldn't keep lying this way. But, she knew that if she told her, she'd be asking about all the juicy details, and April simply didn't like discussing her sex life. It was between her and Phil right now - it was nobody elses business. That wasn't even the worst part, though. Celeste would be asking if Phil and her were together now, and she simply didn't know. Their careers had picked up a bit, so they'd barely had a chance to speak to one another, never mind talk about their situation. April was more confused than ever.

She was also in one of the worst moods she'd ever been in. Her stomach felt like it was going to explode. She'd gone to some crappy little diner the night before with some of the girls, and ordered what tasted like the most disgusting burger she'd ever eaten. That was the last time she trusted a drunk girls judgement. "I've been here before, it's good." Certainly wasn't a correct review of that terrible place. Next time, April would just eat in the hotel's restaurant, at least she could trust that place.

Along with all of that, she'd been anxious all week. All week she'd been waiting, and she was so scared that something was wrong, something so wrong that it could end her entire career... possibly for good. So, she knew she needed to talk to Celeste, she needed her best friend in this time of need. It was important, and she needed to get a second opinion.

So, propping herself upright, April shimmied off the bed she'd spent the past night in, and made her way across the hotel room, grabbing her key on the way out. She always knew which room Celeste was in, so once she'd gotten out of her own room she made her way to the elevator and then up to the blonde's floor. Soon enough, she was outside her room, and lightly knocking on the door. It was almost heart pounding, because even though she knew that her best friend was the best person to tell, she knew that she'd be up for a big telling off for sleeping with Phil. It had been a massive night for her, and she'd never had a night quite that wonderful before. It had felt... right. Hopefully, Celeste would understand. Wouldn't she?

Soon enough, Celeste opened the door, and seeing the look on her best friends face, she instantly let the brunette in, and gestured for her to sit down. They'd spent every day together for the past however long, they knew one another's expressions. So, once the door was shut and April was sat down, Celeste joined her on the bed and waited for April's news.

"I'm late." The brunette whispered, her lower lip trembling with fear as she admitted to the former bodybuilder what had been eating away at her for the past seven days. Silence fell onto the two girls, as the news settled in. Slowly, Celeste's arm curled around April's shoulders and brought her closer. Ignoring her instinct to shout at her and ask her how on earth it had happened, and who she'd been with - though she had a sneaking suspicion that she knew. She realized that April was hurting right now, she was worried sick, and she needed some comfort, so Celeste needed to be there for her, and she needed to be level-headed, and help her friend cope with the terrifying thoughts going through her head right now.

"Have you taken a test?" Finally, Celeste broke the silence, with the most logical answer that she could possibly think of. She almost hoped that April hadn't, simply so that she had some hope of keeping her career in check. She didn't want to see her best friend lose everything so suddenly. Especially not over one night with Phillip Brooks.

April, thankfully, shook her head, and wiped a stray tear from her face. "I was too scared to go get one. Can you imagine the headlines they'd have? AJ Lee buying pregnancy test, bla bla bla. I can't have that." She whispered, shaking her head, determined that she couldn't possibly do that. She couldn't be seen buying one of those - because she didn't want anyone else knowing about her night with Phil. It was nobody elses business, really. She would have told Celeste regardless if it went well later on, but right now, she needed her best friend to know, because she couldn't go to Phil with these worries. He had enough on his plate right now.

"Then I'll get it." She said simply, giving her best friends shoulders a small squeeze, before letting go and grabbing her shoes. She pulled them straight onto her feet, and got up, looking around for her purse. Meanwhile, April was sat looking a little bewildered.

"You don't have to do this, Celeste. Really." She said, shaking her head a little bit. But, she was only given a few hand gestures back and a lot of shushing, clearly, she had no say in this matter. Smiling a little bit, April looked at Celeste and softened her features. "Thank you."


Finally getting out of the gym, and checking his watch, Phil noticed that it was already past 4pm, and he'd been here all day. Honestly, he was really only in there so much to keep his mind off other things. Other things being April, really. He realized he was spending all of his time thinking about her, and he needed to focus on his career still. On the other hand, he really liked thinking about her.

As he left the hotel's gym, and made his way upstairs to his room, Phil smiled a little to himself. Taking the stairs, he passed a few friends, and exchanged basic greetings with them, however he was a little disheartened that he didn't see April on his way up. He'd not seen her all week, actually. He blamed their schedules, she was busy with her stuff, and he was busy with his. They didn't really work together right now, so they didn't see one another as much as they used to. Hell, he had to watch her most recent RAW work a few days late, simply because he didn't even have time to watch the show when he was there.

Sighing a little, he finally made it to his hotel room, and let himself in. He took a few minutes to get himself showered and changed, tossing his used gym clothes into a laundry bag that he'd sort out later on, when it was full enough for an entire washing load. Soon enough, he was laying down on his bed, bored out of his mind, and wondering what April was doing.

The night they'd spent together had really opened his eyes. He remembered when she'd fallen asleep on him, how peaceful she'd looked, and how much he wanted her to be there all day. Then the next day, and, well, everything that happened between them. He missed her. He missed the way her petite figure felt in his arms, and he missed the way that she looked at him. It was like nobody had ever looked at him before, she was just, special.

Groaning, he sat upright, and looked at his phone. Nothing. No messages, no voice-mails, no nothing from her. He wondered why she didn't want to speak to him, or maybe she was waiting for him to talk first? After all, he was the one that ruined things the first time around. So, he decided he'd better make sure this time was different. So, pulling out his phone, he began typing a text message; "Call me when you get a minute, I wanna talk to you." Pressing send, he hoped she wasn't too busy.


Sat in Celeste's hotel room, biting her thumb nail, April heard her phone vibrating in her pocket. Pulling it out, she hoped it was Celeste telling her she was on her way back. But, no. It was Phil, and the brunette's heart started pounding in her chest, terrified. He wanted to talk to her? What about? Why? Now, she was more scared than ever, and that's when Celeste came back through the door. "He wants to talk to me." She said, her voice cracking with worry.

"Put the phone away for now. We're busy." She said, shutting the door behind her as she tossed the bag over to the bed and gestured for April to get into the bathroom. Nodding her head, the brunette put her phone back into her pocket and took the little bag into the bathroom.

Celeste sat down on the bed, and crossed her legs. She wondered what would happen if April was having a baby. Would she even keep it? How would Phil take it? There was so much that April would have to think about. Hell, with a figure like hers, could she even carry a child without rolling over like a tortoise? Celeste was worrying about her friend, she didn't know if the brunette would even have a career after all of this.

April had worked so hard to get here - in this business. She'd started from the bottom, as an avid fan, and now here she was. One of the top Divas in the business, and she was sat in her best friends hotel room with a pregnancy test, all because she'd fallen into bed with the Best in the World. Why had she done that? She should have made sure he had protection. Surely, he did. He wouldn't risk his own career over something so simple, something as small as protection. He would have had it, definitely. Hopefully. April was starting to doubt it all, even before she'd even seen the results of the test. She was sat waiting, terrified, worried, scared. She didn't know how she'd tell him. How would he even react? He'd hate her for this, and she'd have to fix that again. She didn't think she had it in her to lose him a second time, she couldn't possibly deal with that. The pain of losing him once, and trying to get him back, that had been too much. Doing it again, that would be suicide.

Taking a deep breath, April checked her watch. Her minutes were up, it was time to look.

Celeste sat outside patiently, waiting. Normally, she'd be hurrying the brunette out of the bathroom, desperate to know, but this was a big situation, it was something that she couldn't make jokes about. But soon enough, April stepped out of the bathroom, test in hand. Looking up at her best friend, April was wide eyed and couldn't speak. Celeste took the first step, "Well, what does it say?" She asked, standing upright.