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Chapter Ten

"You really didn't have to come with me to the meeting, Steph. You and Aurora could have stayed home." Paul told his wife as he sat in the driver seat of his red Hummer. Aurora was securely strapped into her car seat in the middle of the backseat and Steph sat in the front passenger's seat next to her husband.

"I wanted Aurora and I to come to the meeting with you. You should have to try and convince Dad on your own. And maybe after the meeting we can go get something for lunch just the three of us." Steph suggested flashing Paul a loving smile.

"You sure had no problem going out to eat without me last night. I came back from a call and find out that you went out for food without me." Paul muttered as he switched lanes on the highway.

"I just went to get takeout. I came right back…Paul, who were you talking to that you had to leave the locker room?" Steph asked after a pause.

"Lynn, she called me to remind me that Dad's birthday's coming up. She knows I'm bad with dates." Paul explained glancing in his review mirror at his daughter. Aurora was smiling happily as she let out a string of vowels with a few consonance all hints of language development.

"If it was Lynn then why did you have to leave the locker room to talk to her?" Steph quickly replied watching her husband's face for any sign of inconsistencies to his facial expressions.

"The locker room had bad reception. It didn't even show a bar on my cell phone. What is this, an inquisition?" Paul asked somewhat miffed by his wife's questioning.

Stephanie wasn't sure how to answer her husband. While she completely trusted Paul she couldn't help but entertain the slight possibility that he could be keeping something from her. Was that so wrong? Part of Steph felt bad about being so suspicious when Paul had never given her a reason not to believe him in the past. Why was she now beginning to second guess his words? Maybe it was the recent fights they had been having that caused Steph to inquire about things in her husband's life.

"I don't know why this meeting is even necessary. I told Steph that I had made up my mind." Vince told his son-in-law. They were in one of the conference rooms to discuss the matter. Even though Paul was married into the family, McMahon still liked to keep things professional when it came to the business.

"Come on Vince, why does it have to be me that makes the jump to SmackDown? Triple H is the company's biggest star it doesn't make sense to throw him on our B show. You know it and I know it. So why don't you tell me what this is really about?" Paul said looking over at his wife and then back at Vince.

"I'm not sure what you mean." Vince replied confused by what Levesque was talking about.

"She told you about us having disagreements as of late and you decided to put me on SmackDown as a punishment. You know I'm a smart guy, Vince, don't underestimate my intelligence."

"Paul, I had nothing to do with Dad's decision to put you on SmackDown. He decided that before we even started disagreeing, remember? Please don't be this way." Steph asked placing her hand on top of Paul's as their daughter sat on her lap tapping her fingers on the wooden conference table while babbling.

"You're wrong, Paul. One has nothing to do with the other. I didn't even talk to Stephanie about your marital bickering. She talks to her mother about that sort of thing. I want you on SmackDown because I need you to bring some credibility back to the brand. Triple H would bring a whole new dynamic to what is becoming a stale show. With our move to the CW, I want to make sure we have all our bases covered." Vince explained as Paul shook his head. It was like he wasn't even listening to Vince's reasoning. He had already made up his mind that Triple H wasn't going to be drafted to SmackDown.

"Send Cena and Jericho over there. Triple H should be the WWE champion not demoted to our second rate show. I think I deserve it. Shit Vince, if it wasn't for me, both Orton and Batista wouldn't be at the level they are today. I want a title run."

"Maybe you could have a World title run on SmackDown. Dad did bring up a good point, honey. He said that we could shift our schedules around so that we had more time together. Isn't that what we want?" Steph asked trying to smooth over her husband's frustrations.

"I can't believe you aren't backing me up on this. You of all people know what being on SmackDown means. Why else did you choose to head RAW's creative team instead of SmackDown's? You know that the talent on SmackDown, excluding the Undertaker, are all midcard fillers. Is that what you think I should be Steph, huh?" Paul asked getting more and more agitated. His loud voice caused Aurora to fuss.

"I don't like the way you are speaking to my daughter! You need to calm down! Behaving this way isn't going to make me change my mind about putting you on SmackDown!" Vince hollered causing his face to become red.

Stephanie's eyes got big as she brought her right hand to her mouth. Her stomach began to churn when a wave of intense nausea set in. It was all coming on fast causing her to gag uncontrollably.

"Steph, are you going to be sick? Here, here!" Vince yelled handing his daughter the office waste basket while Paul took Aurora.

The trash bin didn't come a moment too soon for the moment she had it in her hands was the moment her undigested breakfast came up in chunks. Steph moaned before feeling the urge to vomit again. Aurora was crying reaching for her mother while Paul simply sat there holding his daughter. Both Vince and Paul were shocked that Steph had just gotten sick out of the blue.

"You want to hold her hair back, Paul?" Vince asked seeing Steph's beautiful brown locks of hair hanging into the wastebasket as she leaned over. He was somewhat surprised that his son-in-aw didn't take any initiative to help his wife.

"Yeah sure." Paul said quickly before setting Aurora down on the office floor in order to tend to his wife. Aurora tried climbing into her mother's lap but Vince scooped her up.

"Are you coming down with a stomach virus?" Vince asked. His voice was full of concern for his one and only daughter.

"I don't know…Oh God, I'm going to be sick again!" Steph announced bringing the waste basket back up to her face.

"Jesus Steph, what did you eat this morning? You were like this when you were pregnant with Aurora…Man, I hope you're not pregnant again. That would be bad timing." Levesque chuckled thinking he was making light of the situation.

His comment caused Stephanie's eyes to widen. Pregnancy was actually a very real possibility. That hadn't used any protection when they made love two nights ago. Could she be pregnant? That would explain her recent increased appetite. Was Paul serious about not wanting another baby right now or was he just joking around? Did it matter right now though? She probably wasn't pregnant at all. There had been a stomach virus going around that she probably got. Her period wasn't due until next week. Perhaps she could take a home pregnancy test at the end of the week just to make sure. After all her and Paul had been through these past couple of weeks, they couldn't handle not knowing.