Chris and Mel entered the autograph signing, apologizing profusely to the fans for their abrupt departure earlier. As they returned to their respective tables, Molly gave Chris a suspicious glance.

"Everything ok?"

Chris didn't respond, he was seemingly lost in his own thoughts. Which prompted Molly to inquire again. "Chris, is everything ok?"

" Yeah, fine. Everything is fine." He mumbled as he signed the picture thrust in front of him. He was temporarily distracted by something the fan was saying. His mind was on Mel, something just wasn't adding up. She had never had a panic attack in her life. Nothing intimidated her. He just wasn't buying it. He mulled over the possibilities in his head. Maybe a fan had said or did something to get to her. He glanced across the room, she appeared to be alright now as she smiled brightly for a photo op. Maybe everything was just finally overwhelming her. The new house, moving, the wedding... 'oh God' he almost blurted out as a new thought entered his thoughts. Could she be pregnant? He resisted the urge to run over and scoop her into his arms. A smile spread across his face as he envisioned himself as a father.

"I'm fine Dave, really. Thanks for the offer but I really don't need you to take anyone out."

Dave shrugged. "Well if you change your mind, just let me know."

Mel smiled and rolled her eyes. "Hey Dave, can you do me a favor?"

"Yeah, I'm listening."

"Would you mind not mentioning my little encounter to Chris? It'll just aggravate him to no end and he really doesn't need that right now. I know it's a lot to ask but..."

" It's no problem Melony. But you owe me." A smile slowly spread across his face as his eyes wandered across the room to where Molly and Chris were sitting. "Think you can get your girl to go to dinner with me?"

Mel frowned in confusion. "Who? ... Molly?"

"Yeah."

Mel laughed. "Dave! You like Molly?"

His face reddened and he shifted his gaze to the floor. "She won't give me the time of day. I guess I'm a little intimidating, but you know me Mel. Will you just talk to her? Tell her I'd like to take her to dinner. You and Chris could join us ... if she agrees."

Mel tried to contain her laughter, but the image of Dave 'the Demon' Batista blushing and asking for help getting a date was hilarious. But then again, she could understand his position. Molly was a little shy especially around the 'bigger' guys. And it didn't help that things with her last boyfriend hadn't ended so well.

"Sure Dave. I'll talk to her but I can't promise you anything. You know she hasn't been out with anyone since she and Bradshaw broke up."

"I know. I wish I could kill the bastard for what he did to her."

Mel sighed. "Me too. He deserves a good ass kicking. But don't worry about him, he's the past. I think you will be good for Molly."

"Thanks Mel."

She smiled and nodded as they set about signing more autographs.

Chris rubbed the back of his neck. Leaning over the table all afternoon was starting to take its toll. All he wanted was to curl up in bed with his wife and not leave the comfort of their bedroom. Not that he didn't love his career but right now he just wanted time alone with Mel to figure out what was really going on with her. Between switching out fans, the next group they were waiting on was currently being entertained by a staged argument between Hunter and Jericho. So Molly and Chris decided to steal a minute and take a break. Chris glanced over seeing Mel was still occupied with a few remaining fans, he decided to join Molly in the designated break room. Pouring himself a cup of coffee, he turned to Molly. She offered a smile as he continued to favor his surgically repaired neck.

" Today has been rough on your neck?"

Chris groaned. "That's putting it mildly. More like pure torture."

"Sorry." Molly replied as she took a sip of her diet soda. "Well I think I'll head back."

"Wait a second Molly." Chris stepped forward, glancing around he made sure no one was intruding on their conversation. "Has Mel mentioned anything to you lately about felling... under the weather?"

Molly raised a brow. "No, she hasn't. Why Chris? Is she sick?"

"No. Yes. Shit I don't know. ... I think she's pregnant."

Molly's face lit up. "Oh Chris, that's wonderful!"

Chris stared into his cup of coffee, once again overanalyzing every detail of the day. Molly certainly did seem confident with her congratulatory sentiments.

"Are you sure she hasn't mentioned anything to you?"

Molly thought for a moment before shaking her head. "NO Chris. She hasn't said anything. But I'm sure she'd tell you before anyone else."

Chris nodded. "I guess you're right. Think they miss us yet?"

Molly chuckled. "Probably. I guess we'd better get back before dean sends the calvary out after us."

Once Molly and Chris returned to the autograph signing there were only a handful of people remaining. Batista and Melony were packing up the last of their stuff as the three blondes; Hunter, Jericho and Trish still had a line of people that both Molly and Chris had to wait to clear their table.

Melony lifted boxes of promotional items up onto the table and Chris cringed. He couldn't help think of their unborn child. It was something he had dreamed of for the majority of his life.

Mel looked over and noticed Chris and Molly both had about fifteen fans standing in their line. Mel glanced at her watch there was only three hours left before the kick off of Raw. She decided to go ahead and load her stuff into the car. As she walked past Chris she mouthed the words, "I'll be outside." She blew him a kiss and disappeared out the door.

Mel walked down the corridor toward the exit. A hotel employee approached her. "Mrs. Benoit?"

"Yes." Startled she turned quickly, almost dropping the box she was carrying in the process.

"Sorry mam. A man asked me to deliver this to you." He handed her an envelope. She mumbled a thanks and headed for the door.

Once she was outside at their rental car she set the box down and leaned against the car. Carefully she opened the envelope and removed the contents. There was a note.

Mel,

Sorry if I caught you off-guard today. But I thought you knew I was coming. I really need to talk to you and I'm not leaving until you agree to see me. I've enclosed a keycard to my room. Come by after RAW and in case you are asking yourself why should I... look at the photos I've enclosed. See you tonight.

Brock

The nerve of him. She just couldn't believe he could get any cockier. Glancing at the two pictures she was transported back in time. To a time when she thought she had it all.