Author's note: What's up people! I apologize for the shortness of this chapter, but I had some writer's block. So here's the answer to the $64,000 question: is she or isn't she? DUN DUN DUN! As usual, read and review! BTW, here's hoping that Sheamus defeats Damien Sandow during the Payback pre-show and that The Shield retain their respective titles against Team RKNo and Kane! *BELIEVE IN THE SHIELD*

DEAN

Once we arrived at the hospital, Avery and I made our way to the ER. She got herself registered and we waited for her name to be called. A few minutes later, a nurse called Avery into the triage room and checked her vitals. After that, she took us back to a private room. Avery sat down on the exam table while I took a seat in a chair near the table. The nurse asked her some questions before handing Avery a small plastic cup.

"Try to fill it half way, okay? And when you're done, just leave it in the metal turntable on the bathroom wall. After that, I'll have one of the phlebotomists come in and do your blood test. I'll be back in a little bit!" she said, leaving the room.

While Avery went into the bathroom, I grabbed my phone to make a phone call.

"Boo, I'm gonna call Vince and update him, okay?" I shouted to the closed bathroom door.

"Okay!" she shouted back, her voice muffled by the heavy wooden door.

I stepped into the hallway and dialed Vince McMahon's number.

"Hello?"

"Good evening, Mr. McMahon. It's Dean Ambrose, sir. I just wanted to update you on Avery's situation. I'm sure Dr. Mendoza mentioned her absence for the evening."

"Uh, yes he did. I hope the test results are positive. Take care of our ace reporter, will ya!"

"I will, sir. Have a good night!"

"Same to you, Mr. Ambrose. Keep me updated!"

I came back into the room just as the phlebotomist showed up. I held onto Avery's hand while the phlebotomist inserted the needle into her arm. I turned my head away as he collected his sample. He took the needle out, wrapped up her arm and left the room without speaking a word.

"Well, the worst is over. Now all we have to do is wait!" she said.

AVERY

I glanced up at the clock and sighed. Only an hour had passed since Dean and I arrived at the ER. Dean had already called Mr. McMahon and updated him. Now he was playing 'Angry Birds' on his cellphone. So I decided to check my phone for any missed calls and/or texts. No phone calls, but PLENTY of text messages; 5, to be exact. Randy, Sheamus, Nattie, Kait AND John had all sent me a text message, all of which said the same thing: 'Update me ASAP about your test results!' I giggled to myself after reading their messages.

"Whatcha giggling about, boo?" Dean asked me, looking up from his game.

I handed him my phone so he could see the messages. He chuckled as he read the texts.

"Y'know, I think I'm just going to tell them myself instead of texting them. That way, they'll get to hear the results for themselves together!" I said as Dean gave my phone back.

"It would be a lot easier than texting the same thing over and over." He replied as I nodded in agreement.

Just then, the nurse came back in, along with a doctor.

"Hello there. I'm Dr. Snyder. You must be Ms. Thompson. It's very nice to meet you. And who is this handsome young man that's with you?" she asked.

"I'm her boyfriend, Dean." He said, blushing.

"It's lovely to meet you both. So, from what I understand, you were sent here by a Dr. Mendoza from 'World Wrestling Entertainment', is that correct?" she asked us.

"Yes, and we would appreciate your discretion about the situation. We're not quite ready to let the public know yet." I requested.

"You don't have to worry about that, Ms. Thompson. I can assure you that your records are kept confidentially and no one is authorized to release any information without your consent." She stated.

Dean and I breathed a sigh of relief. I could just imagine the chaos that would ensue if the wrestling news sites caught wind of the test results.

"Now, let's get down to why you're here. The lab technicians have thoroughly analyzed your blood and urine samples. And without a shadow of a doubt, you are undeniably pregnant. Congratulations!" she announced.

DEAN

My jaw dropped, as did Avery's. It was official. She was pregnant. And I KNEW that it was MY baby because I was the only guy she had been with.

"Now that we've got that news out of the way, we need to get serious. It says here that you are diabetic. And your last A1C was 7.2. So you've got some work ahead of you, Ms. Thompson. You need to make sure to keep your diabetes under tight control to prevent any complications. I recommend making appointments with an endocrinologist AND an OB/GYN that specializes in high-risk pregnancies. Do you have any questions?" Dr. Snyder asked us.

We shook our heads in response.

"Here is a copy of the test results for Dr. Mendoza. If you don't need anything else, I'll let you go. Have a nice night, you two. And congratulations again!" she said, handing me the sheet of paper before leaving the room, followed by the nurse.

Avery hopped off the exam table and gave me a huge hug.

"I can't believe it! You're gonna be a mommy!" I exclaimed.

"I can't believe it either! You're gonna be a father!" she said as tears filled her eyes.

I brushed the tears away before pulling her into a romantic kiss.

"Now there's just one thing left to do…"she said.

"Tell everyone else the news!" we said in unison.