Happy Holidays :)

This was a real problem; one which could not simply be solved, even for Stephanie McMahon herself. She was pregnant. Five weeks pregnant and she had no idea. The only thing that was going through Stephanie's mind was how her family and Paul would react. Money wasn't an issue, acceptance wasn't an issue, but her work however was. She didn't take vacations, she traveled all over the world and stayed in fancy hotels and practically lived in her office. A child wasn't the logically thing right now and it sure hadn't been planned. I thought we were being safe, Stephanie thought bleakly.

"Hello?" she heard as a hand waved in front of her face. "Earth to Steph?"

Stephanie turned to see Trish looking at her deeply concerned. "What?" Stephanie said as she came out of her daze.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, why?"

Trish pointed to the ring at Mindy and Amy. "Because you haven't been paying attention."

Stephanie shrugged and stood up. "I'll hire her."

Trish watched, unmistakably astounded, as Stephanie began walking down the aisles and over the barrier, heading to the back. Trish then went to follow her when Amy leapt out of the ring. "Where's she going?"

Trish shook her head and watched as Stephanie disappeared. "I don't know."

"What about Mindy?"

Trish flashed a quick smile. "Tell her welcome to Raw."

Amy smiled. "Right on!" and then turned around and gave a thumbs up to Mindy while Trish turned and jogged up the ramp towards the back. When Trish reached the back, she saw Stephanie walked around the corner, and ran up to her. "Hey!" Stephanie turned around as Trish ran up to her. "Where you going?"

"To my office," Stephanie answered matter-of-factly. "Where I work."

Trish raised an eyebrow at Stephanie and grabbed her hands. "Steph, honey, what's wrong?"

Stephanie sighed and brushed her blonde bangs out of her hair. "What makes you think that anything is wrong?"

"Steph, I know you better than you think and ever since the closing of Raw last night you've been distance and kinda bitchy," Trish told her while Stephanie rolled her eyes. "Stephanie…seriously."

Stephanie sighed and looked down, then around to see if anyone was listening, although she knew that was unlikely, you never know. "Follow me."

Trish watched her suspiciously but did as she was told and followed Stephanie down the hall and into one of the locker rooms. As Trish walked in, Stephanie shut the door and looked nervously at her best friend. "Well?" Trish said. Stephanie bit her lip and pointed to the bench. Trish continued to eye Stephanie but she sat down as Stephanie began to pace. "Stephanie, what the hell is the matter?"

"I'm pregnant," Stephanie blurted out.

For a moment, Trish said nothing, just stood there shell shocked with her mouth open as if she would say something. Stephanie watched as Trish suddenly broke out in a smile. "Stephanie…that's wonderful news!"

Stephanie shook her head slowly. "Not for me."

Trish suddenly frowned and her eyes clouded in perplexity. "What?"

"Trish, Paul and I work all the time! We have three houses, one of which is in a different country! I can't be a mother! I don't know how I can balance my marriage, my work and a child! I just can't!" Stephanie said in a panic.

Trish stood up and hugged Stephanie, who was on the verge of a complete meltdown, and rubbed her back laughing softly. "Stephanie, every woman is a first time mother; it's not something that you have naturally. You and Paul just have to figure it out."

Stephanie nodded and broke the hug, wiping her eyes. "Sorry," she garbled.

Trish laughed. "Please, I understand. It's the hormones."

Stephanie groaned. "You're not going to always through that in my face, are you?"

"For nine months," Trish smiled in enjoyment. "So, how long are you?"

"Five weeks."

"How'd you find out?"

"When I was sick, I went to see a doctor," Stephanie answered as she opened the door and the two women walked out. "God, how am I going to tell Paul?"

Trish shrugged. "That, I can't tell you. He's a ten time champion though, he'll handle it," she joked. Stephanie shot her a look and Trish laughed once more.

"Are you sure about this?" Paul asked Melina nervously as he looked around standing in front of an apartment building.

Melina sighed in annoyance and pulled her hair back, glaring at Paul. "Trust me, we're fine."

Paul shook his head. "I don't know…"

"Will you stop being such a baby?" Melina snapped. "You asked me to do this for you and I am, and now you're complaining. It's fucking annoying."

"Why are you snapping at me?" Paul demanded, raising his voice. "You think I want to be sneaking around like this?"

"You wanna back out?" Melina asked grinning slightly. "Go ahead. Let the press see you with me and publish the stories. Wait till your beloved wife gets a load of it…"

"Stop with the threats," Paul growled. "So help me, I'll kill you."

Melina rolled her eyes. "Sure. You're like one of those big bad scary grizzly bears. Mean and strong on the outside and all soft on the inside."

"You wanna test that?"

Melina shrugged. "Haven't we enough?"

This time, Paul rolled his eyes. "Let's just get this done with, okay?"

"You can't rush something like this," Melina stated.

"Whatever," Paul muttered as they entered the building.

A few yards away, in a black mustang, sat two men watching the two very closely. John Cena sat in the passenger seat with his arms folded across his chest, pouting, while Shane McMahon sat in the driver side, holding binoculars in his hands. Shane put the binoculars down and sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "I don't know what to say." John said nothing and Shane turned to him and frowned. "John?"

Cena turned and glared at Shane. "You stole my binoculars from me and I have bad eyesight," he whined.

Shane rolled his eyes. "Jesus," he muttered, tossing the binoculars into John's lap, who gave out a yelp.

John gave Shane a look and held the binoculars up. "What do you think of this?"

Shane shrugged and stared out the windshield. "I don't know. I wish I did…but I don't."

John lowered the binoculars and looked at Shane. "Hey man, I'm sorry," he said sympathetically. "I didn't want to be right."

Shane nodded slowly. "Yeah I know." Both men sat in the car silent for several minutes, both in deep thought, and neither doing so much as breathing. "I just can't believe it," Shane finally said, breaking the silence. "They've just gotten married and he's already cheating?"

John shrugged. "Well, for what it's worth, we don't know if he's actually 'cheating'," he said, raising his hands and quoting the last word.

"Maybe," Shane replied. "I can't imagine how Steph will react to this."

"Well, at least she's not the one sitting in this car," John pointed out.

Shane nodded. "True… but if I was her and I found out the Marissa had been cheating, I'd be heartbroken."

Cena nodded and watched the entrance to the apartment building. "What're we gonna do?"

Shane sighed and started the car up. "I'm not sure, John." He shifted the car into drive and pulled out of the parking space. "For now though, this is between you and I."

Stephanie was growing nervous more and more often as the hours ticked by and Paul had still yet to show up. She didn't know if she was more nervous because he had still not called her to tell her he was running late and she still had yet to prepare a talk with him. Stephanie paced the floor and played with her fingers as she looked at the clock…again. Where is he? She sat on the couch for a few seconds, and then stood up and paced again. Her heart skipped a beat as she heard a car engine and saw the headlights reflecting in the hotel room. She rushed to the door and opened it. Paul stood outside the door, looking surprised, as he held out his hand with the hotel card in it, not expecting Stephanie to be up and at the door. "Steph, what're you doing up?"

"Nice to see you too," she spat, folding her arms across her chest and giving him the 'McMahon glare'. Paul groaned and walked in the door as Stephanie's eyes followed him, closing the door with a quick push. She didn't know why her mood had changed so suddenly; from being nervous, to worried, to angry…but she couldn't change it now and if Paul didn't offer her a good excuse, there'd be hell to pay.

"Steph, my phone died and I lost track of time," he said, dropping his gym bag.

"There are such things as pay phones," Stephanie said sarcastically. "And you're wearing your watch

Paul nodded and fought back his temper as he watched Stephanie glaring at him. If looks could kill… "Stephanie, I'm sorry okay? Forgive me?" he asked as he wrapped his broad arms over her.

Stephanie rolled her eyes and pushed him off her to which Paul looked at her, confused, and hurt. She sighed and grabbed his hand, leading him into the living room. "I have to talk to you."

Paul took a step back and wiggled out of Stephanie's firm grip. "Whoa," he said, raising his hands. "You're not divorcing me, are you?" he asked her, frightened.

Stephanie shot him a look. "Should I have a reason too?"

Paul quickly shook his head and relaxed his shoulders. "No, I love you baby."

Stephanie watched him closely, getting a bad vibe off of him, but she chose to ignore it and walked in the living room, with Paul trailing behind her. "Sit down," she instructed. Paul frowned at Stephanie's business like tone, but did as he was told, as Stephanie sat opposite of him on the coffee table. She flashed him a painful smile which gave away many of her emotions to him; uncertainty, concern, happiness, horror, and excitement. She grabbed his hands and wrapped them in her own. "You know how I've been getting really sick often?" she asked cautiously. Paul nodded and she bit her lip. "Well, there's a reason for that." Stephanie looked in Paul's eyes trying to get some kind of emotion out of him. "I went to the doctor last week…"

"Are you alright, Stephanie?" Paul asked his eyes filled with worry and fear.

Stephanie nodded. "Depends on how you look at it," she whispered.

"Okay…what is it?"

Stephanie sighed, feeling her eyes water, and looked down. "Well," she looked back up at her husband and offered a strain smile. "It turns out that I'm pregnant."

Paul stared at Stephanie in shock. "You're…?" He swallowed hard, unable to finish the sentence. God, he thought. There's going to be a little Steph or Paul running around here.

"Paul?" Stephanie whispered. Paul turned to her and realized he hadn't said anything. "Do you want this?" she asked carefully.

"Steph, I love you," he said, kissing her. Stephanie fell into the kiss before she pulled away and looked at him, slightly confused.

"You mean... this is good?"

Paul smiled at her. "Of course. Stephanie, we're going to be parents!" he said excitedly. Stephanie laughed whole heartily as Paul quickly stood up and grabbed her in his arms swinging her around and kissing her. "Stephanie, we're parents," he whispered in her ear.

"I know," she said, breaking into a smile. She placed her hands on his cheeks and he gazed at her. "I love you," she said softly.

Paul kissed her. "I love you too, McMahon and I always will, remember that."