Wow this took forever to get updated didnt it? i'msorry. I found this so hard to write for some reason, i actually started to write this the day i posted the last chapter and it took me three sittings to get through. Between school and writers block this took to long and i apologize. but finally here it is chapter 10.

I sat on the toilet and prayed, prayed that it hadn't already been a week since me and John had found our way back into each other's arms again. The past few days had been so amazing, amazing up to a point…a small point that was dotted on my hanging wall calendar in red marker.

"Come on please!" I said clenching my stomach together and releasing again urging my body onward. But it was no use, it just wasn't coming. Not this month.

I was late, 5 days late to be exact. This couldn't be happening, I could not possibly be pregnant. I looked down between my legs again to the water beneath me but still no blood. For once I actually wanted my period.

Things just couldn't go down like this, not now. Besides the fact that I didn't want any children I knew that this baby couldn't be John's and the used condoms in my waist basket proved it.

"Babe you alright in there?" John called out to me. "You've been in there quite a while." You could hear the concern radiating from his voice. How could this be happening? How was I supposed to hurt him again? I was having a baby and one that wasn't his but his best friends no less. Things had just worked out and now another twist was worked into the intricate plot we called a life.

"I'll be right out." I managed to say, and I hoped that I didn't sound to concerned to him.

"Okay." He hollered back. "Because we have to be at the arena in like 15."

Great now I had to face Randy, I was sure he and Sam had worked things out and now he had to come face to face with this. But there was never a second thought about telling him, no matter how much I didn't want to. No, I had to tell him as soon as possible because the longer I kept things under wraps the worse they would get.

I stood up slowly and turned around, checking one last time for any signs of blood…but still there was nothing. I flushed and made my way back to the living room to where John was waiting, even though all I really wanted to do was lock myself in the washroom forever.

The car ride to the arena was brutal, the silence evident by even a deaf person. I didn't say anything, I couldn't really I was afraid if I opened my mouth that vomit would spew out. And the scarier part was that I wasn't sure if I felt sick because of the baby or if I was just so goddamn shit baked.

John was the one who broke the silence. "You ok babe? You've been all funny this morning." He said laying a hand on my knee.

I jumped at his touch. "I'm fine, well just feel a little sick."

"I hope it's nothing too serious…" John said continuing to rub his hand on my leg.

If only he knew how serious it was, I don't think he would be quite so… chipper.

"I'm sure I'll be fine." I said turning my head back towards the window and watched as we pulled into the stadium.

John parked the car and rounded the front of the hummer to the other side so he could open the door for me; I grabbed his hand and stepped out of the vehicle and onto the curb. He flicked the car keys to the valet and linked arms with me on our way inside.

My stomach was tangled in more knots then even a boy scouts camping trip had ever seen. I didn't want to crush him like this; I looked up at John and the look on his face read pure bliss. Together we were happy and now I knew that it was only a matter of time before the look he gave me was nothing but hate…how could he love me with a another man's child growing inside me.

We rounded another corner and god smacked me square in the jaw. There mingling backstage was Randy, with his lovely Samantha in tow. John shifted his weight on me, his signal of male dominance. He was about to make a strong left when Randy made his way over to us.

"Hey!" He said excitedly. "You guys look happy, I'm glad." He explained sincerely, sticking out a hand for John to shake, I was surprise when he accepted it shaking hands in forgiveness. Great, another thing I was about to shatter.

So things couldn't get any worse right? WRONG. It seems Samantha is either very bored or very protective as she made her way up behind Randy. "Oh John you've met Sam before…."

"Nice to see you again." John said to her shaking her hand. "The same to you." She replied. As they made awkward hellos I studied her and was surprised to see that she was, pardon me, nothing special. She was plain and small, with ugly brown hair. Some people might even describe her as mousey not the women that I expected Randy to be married to at all. She wasn't a bimbo and she didn't appear to be a gold digger, and as I noticed this I respected and believed in their marriage so much more…which made me feel that much worse.

"And Samantha, I'd like you to meet my other close friend Lita." Randy said. She smiled politely even though I knew that she wanted to punch me in the face, not that I blamed her, before she offered her manicured hand. I smiled back at her and shook her hand. "Nice to meet you." I said, ignoring the fact that we both knew that I had slept with her husband.

John must have felt the tension between us all and decided to break it up. "Well it was nice seeing you." He started playing with the brass ring on his index finger. "But I'm up first tonight so we really should be going, nice seeing you again." He said leading me off in the other direction. I calmly pulled away from him and told him I'd catch up with him after, he shot me a look before I made my way back to the happy couple.

"Randy do you mind if I talk to you alone for a second…"

"Well I don't want to leave her by herself." Randy said referencing his bride.

"Listen I know things are bad but I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important."

"Ok," He replied nodding to Sam and lead me over to a spot where we could speak in private. "Listen Lita you shouldn't have pulled me aside in front her, she's so uncomfortable around you already and now we needed to be alone? What's that all about? Are you trying to piss her off?"

"I don't know how to say this so I'm going to just come out with it…you remember that night…"

"I'm trying not to…"

I was so irritated that he was cutting me off I just blurted it out. "I'm pregnant!"

Randy's jaw dropped, he turned his head to look at Samantha before he looked back at me. "So is she."