The Extreme Enigma had woken up in his luxiourous hotel room. He looked around, embarrassed. He was nude, and the beautiful Candice Michelle was in his covers, sleeping.

I can't believe we did it. I can't believe we had sex..

It started with just simple kiss, that grew deeper and deeper, and it turned into something more.

Last night was hard to remember, as their bodies were close together, skin touching each other. They breathed heavily every time Jeff went inside, making her comforted and relaxed. It was so quick as they started but so slow as they ended.

Jeff slipped on his favorite boxers and tried to wake Candice up. They really needed to talk about what really went down last night. He gently patted her shoulder, but hard enough to at least wake her up.

Candice softly groaned, as she woke up and stretched her arms. She rubbed her eyes and looked over at Jeff, not knowing what to say.

"What happened last night?" she asked, if as nothing happened.

"You know what happened last night, Candice, stop denying it," Jeff said with an annoyed tone.

Candice did her flirtatious laugh. "Jeff Hardy, you know you liked it."

"Yes I liked it. But..it's kind of odd that I slept with my ex's best friend," Jeff mumbled under his breath.

"Ashley doesn't have to know.."

"No she doesn't. But it still makes me feel..weird. Especially when Ashley and I never even had sex," Jeff explained, immediately thinking of the Punk Rocker.

The 1x Women's Champion shrugged and began to put back on her clothes. "Who cares. She's busy dealing with a pregnancy so don't worry about it."

"I thought you were her best friend or whatever," Jeff said, making a point.

"And I'm also a backstabber, when it comes to have fun with you," Candice said with a sly smiled.

Jeff nodded awkwardly. "Right.." he mumbled softly.

xxxxxxx

Randy paced back and forth into his hotel room.

This sucks, this really sucks.

He had just lost his short time girlfriend and it seemed like closer and closer as Ashley was about to give birth to his kid.

He sat down on the side of his bed to think. The Legend Killer always knew he wanted to raise kids, but not at this age. He was too young to be a father, and too young to raise it. He started to think. Randy sure lived a good life and top that all off, he has the best father to raise him. He doesn't want his kid to live life without a father. He needed to be involve with this child's life.

The 3rd Generation Superstar knew what choice he had to make. He quickly called the Punk Princess and nervously waited as the line was ringing.

Hey everyone it's the Punky Princess Ashley Massaro! Leave a message after the beep!

Randy sighed. Why didn't she answer at a time like this? He waited impatiently for the beep to go.

"Hey Ashley, it's me, Randy. Look I just want you know, I want be in our baby's life. I want it to have a loving father which I can be. I want it to be happy and live a good life. I am going to support you with this baby. We don't have to be together to raise this child together. But I am sorry for the harsh words I have said to hurt you. I never meant that, and I really want to be part of this baby's life. I brought you into this so, now I am going to repay what I did. Thanks Ash."

Randy hanged up, hoping Ashley would call him back.

xxxxxxx

"Well, just take a seat here, and we will get right back with you," the kind woman said as Ashley took a seat in a decent sized office.

She took a look around at the place, noticing every little detail. That was always a habit of the pregnant diva.

She waited in the lonely room for about ten minutes until someone opened the office door. She was a tall, young brunette woman with bright blue eyes. Ashley would kill for those eyes.

"Hi Ashley, I'm Sarah," Sarah said as she extended her hand. Ashley gladly shook it, smiling.

"Nice to meet you Sarah," Ashley responded as the brunette took a seat facing Ashley. She had papers in a blue folder.

"So how long have you been pregnant?" she asked, typing stuff on her computer.

Ashley thought about this for a little while, making sure her statement was accurate. "About 6 months now."

Sarah nodded as she continued to type something on her computer.

"Is the father involved in any way?" she asked.

This was always a devastating question to answer. She always felt tears coming out every time someone asks her that. "No he is not."

Ashley managed to hold back her tears.

"Tell me, Ashley, why are you considering adoption?"

Ashley sighed, looking out the window.

"I can't provide for my son without the love of his father," Ashley stammered, as she quickly teared up.

The Starstruck Diva sobbed as the thought of her son not having a dad in his life just hurts her. She wanted to best for her son, even if it means giving him away.

"Take you time, Ashley," the adoption agent said, handing Ashley a tissue box.

Ashley took the box, taking a tissue and wiping her eyes.

"I want my son to be happy. I want him to grow up proud to have a mother like me. But most important I want him to have a father. A father that will care for him, and be there for him. A father that he could look up to as a role model. I believe there's a family out there that can provide for my son. I just want himt o grow up happy. And I know I can't do that," Ashley explained with teary eyes.

It is so hard to raise a baby when no one is going to help you. When no one will be there to raise him with you.

"It must be so hard for you," Sarah said, getting emotional as well.

Ashley nodded in agreement, still wiping her tears. "It is. I don't want to be a single parent."

"Well if you really want to go with adoption, I will try my best to find a family that's willing to keep the baby. I'll put an offer on the website, and I'll let you as soon as possible when we have an offer. I will make sure this family is loving and the right one for your child," Sarah explained.

"Thanks a lot, Sarah, this really means a lot to me," Ashley said, smiling.

"And if anytime, you change your mind about this choice, it's totally okay," Sarah said.

"Thanks Sarah, but I'm sure this choice is going to happen."

xxxxxxx

Ashley drove in silence as she thought about what just happened. Adoption was a big step for her. It was hard, but she knew she had to do this.

She wondered what kind of life her son would have. She wanted her son to be happy. She wanted him to have a good life.

Sometimes she wished his father would be more involved. Maybe if he was, this adoption didn't need to happen. Just maybe.

The Punk Rocker's cell phone beeped softly.

Ashley took a look at it seeing there was a sudden missed call. She looked closer at the caller ID.

Randy.