"As long as I'm right here

You ain't never gonna be by yourself

Cuz the love that we share

It stays on my mind

You're always gonna be a little secret of mine

As long as I'm right here

You ain't never gonna be by yourself

Cuz the love that we share

Stays on my mind

Always gonna be a little secret of mine"

"So Ms. McMahon how long have you been experiencing these symptoms."

"About three or four weeks now," the brunette stated, staring up into the older women's green eyes. Doctor Marianne had been her doctor for over three years. The fifty year old woman always made her feel comfortable and safe, which was probably due to her soft brown hair and her calm motherly green eyes, and the light wrinkles in her aging face when she smiled. She reminded Stephanie so much of her own mother with her gentle and sweet mannerisms that the youngest McMahon almost felt compelled to trust her.

"Do you have any idea what may have brought these symptoms about?"

"No." She lied.

She had not spoken with Paul about her idea as to what might be wrong with her, and she didn't want to thrust it upon him out of nowhere. She wanted to be sure. Another reason for her delay was that she wanted to be able to sit him down and give him the news, which is why she made him sit out in the waiting room while she was checked out by the doctor. That way she wouldn't have to worry about him over hearing the symptoms and then putting two and two together, or better yet hearing the doctor confirm the possibilities of her symptoms.

"Well, have there been any other symptoms or discomfort going on with you over the last three or so weeks, other than excess vomiting?"

"Well, I have been feeling really tired, which is out of the ordinary for me. I've also been experiencing dizzy spells and my appetite has increase quite a bit."

"Is that all?"

"I think so. That's about all that I can think of right now."

"When was your last menstrual?"

"About three months ago. I haven't had one in the last two months, but I guess that I have been too busy to notice."

"I'll say." The two women chuckled at the comment. "Well, Ms. McMahon it sounds a lot like pregnancy symptoms to me, however just to be on the safe side, we'll run some test and take some blood and find out for sure what's going on with you."

"When can I expect the results?"

"Well, I will try to get it back to you in the next two or three days. So schedule your next appointment with the nurse for Friday and we'll see what's going on with you. Is that okay with you?"

"Yes."

"Good. So I'll be seeing you back here on Friday?"

"It's a date… and thank you doctor Marianne."

"You are more than welcome sweetheart. See you soon."

Stephanie setup her follow-up appointment before she and Paul made their exit, hand in hand to his hummer.

"So what did the doctor say?" Paul asked, as he glanced briefly at Stephanie while he drove.

"Nothing. She just ran some test and took some blood to find out what may be wrong with me. I guess I'll find out Friday when I go back for my follow-up appointment."

"I hope that it's nothing bad."

"Like what?"

"I don't know… anything that may attack your health in any way."

"I'm hungry." The brunette scrunched up her nose in trepidation. All of a sudden she had an unexplainable craving for a pepperoni, bacon, and sausage pizza." She noted Paul glancing at her oddly out the corner of her eye. She met his glance before he turned back to the road when the light turned green.

"Baby you just had a quarter pounder with cheese combo from McDonalds almost an hour or so ago. Your appetite can't be back that soon. I'm surprised that you even ate that, since I know how you are about calories and greasy foods. I figured that would fill you up for the rest of the day, because you don't normally eat that kind of stuff."

"Well it didn't. I want a pepperoni, bacon, and sausage pizza."

"What?" The blonde man stopped on the red light and turned to his… whatever she was to him now, in confusion. She hated pizza.

"Don't judge me Paul."

"I'm not baby, but you hate pizza."

"Well right now I would love some."

"Are you sure?"

"Paul, I want some pizza. Can I please have some pizza?"

"You can have whatever you want, Steph. I just want to make sure that you're okay. You've been acting really strange lately. Mood swings, increased appetite, unusual cravings, always tired, vomiting every five minutes… I mean it's almost as if you're pr-" Paul paused for a second before he made a wise decision to pull off the road and into the nearest parking, which happened to be a seven eleven parking lot. He turned slowly to his… whatever she was to him, and his eyes were wide and nervous, "Steph… baby… are you pr… pre…"

"Pregnant?" she finished for him with a tired sigh. She couldn't meet his gaze. She spoke as she continued to face forward, staring out the front windshield. "Well, honestly I think I might be. So does the doctor. I won't know for sure until Friday."

"Why didn't you tell me that you thought you may be pregnant?" he inquired, he almost sounded hurt, "That is something big that I should know about, Stephanie."

"I know, but I didn't want to tell you until I was positive about the results. I didn't know how you would take it."

He was silent. He did understand her reasoning. Honestly, he didn't even know how he would accept the news. At that very moment, he was at a loss, so he understood how she felt.

"I would never leave you on your own, Steph. You know that." His big hand stroked her cheek affectionately as she finally met his gaze. "I would never leave you by yourself to handle such a big responsibility. As long as I'm alive, I'll make sure that you're never by yourself… ever."

Her big blue-gray eyes glistened with her impending unshed tears. Impulsively she leaned forward and met his lips with her own in a sweet and gentle kiss… a far cry from what they were used to with each other. He was like a dream come true to her. She never thought a man could make her feel this way. The question was did he feel the same way about her that she felt about him. She broke the kiss and met his gaze with her own, and a gasp nearly escaped her lips at what she saw in his sincere and deep hazel eyes.

As if reading her mind, he spoke, "Stephanie, I love you." His heart felt heavy as he confessed his feelings for the first time to the brunette.

She was elated and she felt giddy all over. No one had ever made her feel this way. "I love you to, Paul."

He let out a breath that he wasn't even aware he had been holding. "I was hoping you would say that," he replied with a light chuckle.

"But what if I am pregnant… are you ready for that?"

"I'm ready if you are. I just want to be with you no matter if you're pregnant or not. We'll be like a little family if you are, and if not, we'll have plenty of time to work on getting you pregnant."

Her giggle made him smile inside and out. "I will admit that the suspense is killing me though," the McMahon heiress admitted with a defeated sigh.

"Have you taken a home pregnancy test?"

"I took one Sunday." That little tidbit had slipped her mind altogether with the whole impact of the situation clouding her mind and thoughts. Not to mention that those test were wrong quite a bit of the time, so she honestly didn't let the answer affect her one way or another. Though maybe she should have.

"What did it say?" Paul asked anxiously, his eyes were wild and his chest was heaving heavily, "Was it positive or negative?"

"Positive."

We're at the end the road with this fic. Well... almost anyway. There is only one more chapter after this one and that will be it for thsi fic, unless I get enough request for a sequel. I have already written and completed the final chapter. I hope that you all have enjoyed this little diddie, because I have enjoyed writing it. So cheers to... Steph and Paul. Lol. Until next time ladies and gents.

P.S. Now that this fic is finished, please PM me or email me and let me know which fic you all would like for me to focus on a finish first... Love ya much! Lol.