"Look, I figured it out. Twitter." Paul pointed to the screen of his laptop, "you turn, I'm following four people, Michael Waltrip, Kenny Wallace, Kevin Harvick, and Kyle Petty. I know they all use this website, oh, and Juan Pablo Montoya, and Kevin's wife DeLana does too." He logged out and stood up, "your turn."

Tony sat behind the computer and signed up for Twitter, "what do I put as my username dude?" He acted stumped, "oh, I guess, like, Tony Stewart fourteen or something, or maybe I could be like Michael and be simple, ts14."

"That kinda sounds like TSS, like Toxic Shock Syndrome, that thing girls can get from tampons." Steph smiled, "put your name in all lowercase letters, with no spaces. Look, it says you can't use spaces anyway. So yeah, put you name, all lowercase, and then put the number fourteen after it, or between Tony and Stewart."

He typed his name and put the numbers after, "oh, okay, that looks good." He finished entering all his information, "I need a picture of myself." He turned to Paul, "give me your phone."

"Yours is in your pocket, or, wait, just use the one on the computer. Look in the finder bar at the bottom, and click on the picture of a red curtain thing, that's the camera at the top, there, you see that little square there? That's a camera. The you click on the red circle right there."

"I didn't even know this had a camera on it. That's cool." He practiced making funny faces at the computer, "you guys come here and be in my picture." Paul stood behind him and Steph kneeled next him, "that's much better."

"Pretty much every Mac computer has a camera Tony." He helped him upload the photo to Twitter, "follow me. And if you want, go look for Michael and all them."

"Okay, Paul Levesque, Michael Waltrip, Kenny Wallace, Kevin and DeLana, and Kyle Petty, but I can't stand Juan Montoya, he's an asshole." He fixed his profile up, "weird, people have already started following me, and you, the same person, her name is Mickie."

"Is she hot?" Paul asked, stepping back from Steph, "I didn't mean like that. For Tony, is she hot?" Steph slapped the back of her hand to his chest, "you're hot, and hotter because you're pregnant." He leaned over and kissed her.

Tony pretended not to look, although he jealously stared, "how far along are you Steph?" He asked, his fingers on the keyboard.

"Almost five months." She smiled, not realizing what he was typing, "why do you ask?" She and Paul had their hands on her swollen belly, "Tony, it kicks." He pulled her shirt up for him to feel.

"That's weird, and just like, creepy." Tony pretended to shudder, "everyone knows now Paul, doesn't it feel better now it's out?" He logged off and shut the laptop, "see you later." He stood up and walked out of the trailer.

"What the hell is he talking about?" Paul opened the computer and signed back in, "I swear to God." The webpage was open to Tony's profile, showing his first Tweet, which was said, 'my teammate Paul Levesque and his girlfriend Stephanie McMahon are expecting a baby. She's due in November.'

Stephanie's face turned red, "I knew I shouldn't have answered him." She smiled, "what's this gonna do to you? A lot of people are going to see that I'm sure."

"Nothing. People just know now. It's okay." He stared at the screen, "let me go talk to him." He got up and walked out the door, leaving Steph watching the computer, "Tony, if Candice sees that, she's not gonna stop calling me. You know that, what the hell?"

"Hey, you have Steph now, alright, why do you need Candice?" Tony smirked, "oh wait, you married her for a sponsor, that's right, how could I forget?" He took a drink of beer, "maybe Rosie was right dude, there's nothing about you that is good for something. You're the whole reason she left me, because I kinda went with the stupid bros before hoes concept, and look where that got me." He slammed the trailer door.

Paul stared at him shamefully, "Tony, you don't mean that." He turned around and walked off, away from all the driver haulers and garages. He went up to the food court and stepped in, "can I get some nachos please? Yeah, with cheese, how do you make nachos without cheese? And yes with everything else on them, please." He paid the cashier and stood with the four other people waiting for their food. He adjusted his dark sunglasses so nobody but the known cashier recognized him, "thanks." He sat down and started eating.

He finished his food and stepped back outside, he jumped down three stairs, tumbling to the ground with a redhead, "oh, fuck, ma'am, I'm sorry. Are you okay?"

"Oh, I'm fine, it's okay." She smiled up at him as he helped her up off the ground, "you're um, you are Paul Levesque. I can see through the sunglasses."

"Yeah, I am." He whispered, "don't say that out loud." He noticed her cheeks blushing, "hey, you want to meet a friend of mine?" He put his arm around her and pulled her towards the driver trailers, "so, what's your name?"

She nervously walked with him, "Maria Kanellis, where are we going anyway?" She easily slipped past security alongside Paul, "what do you mean by meeting your friend?"

"Nothing bad, or weird, an actual friend of mine." Paul opened the door to his trailer, "hey, baby, where's Tony at? He still mad?" He walked up the steps, motioning for Maria to follow, "Steph, honey, this is Maria, Maria, this is my girlfriend Stephanie."

"Hi, Maria," Steph smiled, "Tony came over here and talked to me, he said he was sorry, to me, but he's not sorry for what he said to you, whatever that meant." She turned back around to the stove and stirred a pan of liquid.

"Okay, so, he went back to his trailer? Alright, Maria, stay here, and I'll be right back." He jumped back out the door and knocked on the side of Tony's trailer, hearing a TV blaring through the window, "hey, come out here."

"What the fuck do you want?" Tony asked through the small kitchen window, "go away, leave me the fuck alone." The window slammed shut and the blinds fell.

Paul rolled his eyes, he knew the door in front of him was now locked, "alright, fine, you want to play games, fine." He went around the trailer to the driver door, opening it and meeting Tony in the kitchen, "hey, I have someone I want you to meet."

"How'd you do that? I thought that was locked." He growled, "what do you want Paul, I'm sick of it, I don't want to talk to you right now!"

"No, hold up, I have a, female, friend, that I think you should meet." Paul grabbed Tony's shoulder and pushed him towards the door, "let's go, you can be mad at me later." They walked back over to Paul's trailer where Stephanie and Maria were talking.

"Tony, this is Maria." Paul smirked, "Maria, this is the friend I was talking about, Tony, you probably know who he is, but, here." He noticed Tony and Maria sat and stared at each other silently.

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