A/N: Well, I felt like being nice and updating sooner then usual, haha. ENJOY!

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Two Worlds Collide

Chapter 11: Black Eyed Punk

This was a huge problem.

How was she going to decide?

It effected everything.

If she chose wrong...well then it would ruin everything she's worked for.

It would effect her for the rest of her life.

"How about...black?"

Mickie James let out a loud gasp, "No! Not black! Everyone would think they would be at a funeral, not a wedding! Black is depressing. You know, now I know what Maria means when she says you come up with stupid ideas!"

"Ugh, that is so not true!" Eve scoffed. "That is just typical Mickie James, always the bitch."

"Really? Well I still have time to pull you out of the wedding. You won't get to be a bridesmaid. There am I still a bitch now?"

"That's unfair!" Eve whined like a child who's parent refused to buy them candy. "I'm just trying to help you pick the color for the dresses! Please don't kick me out of the wedding!"

Yes, this was the huge problem and now the reason of what Mickie and Eve's fight was all about. The color of the bridesmaid dresses for Mickie's wedding.

Sure, it might sound silly to be stressed out about something like that to any normal person but to a bide-to-be it was a huge deal.

Which is why so far on this whole outing Mickie was nothing like her happy, playful, bouncy self. She was more like bridezilla.

"How much longer do you think we should have Eve suffer until we help her?" Kelly asked Maria, whom were sitting on a bench with Candice watching Mickie scold Eve.

"I don't know...how about a few more minutes?" Maria shrugged. "I'm kind of enjoying this." Maria sheepishly grinned.

The redhead was rather excited today. She still has her job. She had no morning sickness that day. And she was reunited with her friends who were in town for the latest pay-per-view. Life was good right now.

"How about...gold?" Eve asked.

Mickie gasped as she put a hand over her mouth. "I would rather have black!"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Eve cried as she flapped her hands around. "But we went through every single color. None of them sound appealing to you. I'm so sorry!"

"Sorry, doesn't make it all better!" Mickie replied as she glared at the Smackdown diva.

Maria, Kelly, and Candice all looked at each other.

"I guess now we could help her...but who wants to calm Mickie down?" Maria asked.

"Maria!" Kelly and Candice said in unison.

"No, that is so unfair!" Maria whined.

"You sound like Eve." Candice giggled.

"Yea, anyway we voted and you lost...so haha, now go." Kelly smirked as Maria playfully rolled her eyes as she approached her two friends.

"Does the color even matter?" Eve offered Mickie a smile, only to have Mickie frown.

"You did not just ask that! Eve, do you-"

"Hey, hey, hey!" Maria soothingly said and placed her arms around her friend's shoulders. "Listen Mickie, first it's not all there in Eve's head, so you can't take what she says to heart. Just humor her." Maria said as she ignored the scoffs Eve gave her. "And secondly how about we just start looking at dresses. Then we'll decided the color when it's absolutely necessary, kay?"

Mickie nodded as she smiled. "Alright, that sounds good. I knew you were my made of honor for a reason!" Mickie smiled and then walked towards a scared Eve Torres.

"She's going to hurt me!" Eve squealed only to stop once Mickie hugged her and apologized. Eve looked at her three friends with a WTF? expression. "Wow, you must be bipolar. I guess you really are psycho."

Maria, Kelly, and Candice groaned after Eve's comment.

Mickie looked shocked and slapped Eve's shoulder. "Consider that your first strike! Any more then that and your out of the wedding!" Mickie yelled and pointed at her before she marched off and started to look at dresses.

"Rookie mistake." Maria whispered to her friend who was rubbing her shoulder. Maria giggled as she joined Mickie by the rack of dresses. "So Micks' did you guys decide on the date yet? 'Cause I don't know how huge I'll be. We'll have to get a dress that will be big enough for me."

"Oh did I forget to tell you? It's in three months." Mickie replied as she looked through the rack of dresses.

"Wow that's soon...It's almost like a shotgun wedding." Eve giggled as she joined them. "Hey Mickie, are you pregnant too? I thought you had gained a few pounds. Alright let's name this one.....Keria!"

Mickie blinked twice before she replied, more like growled, "I'm not pregnant. But thanks for the compliment! Oh and that's strike two."

"Damn it!" Eve groaned. "And I liked the name Keria! Caneve and Keria, geesh they would of been such great friends."

"Eve, have you ever heard of normal names?" Candice asked.

"Oh, Candice don't waste your time. I've had this talk with her numerous times but she just won't get it through her head." Maria rolled her eyes.

"Hey Mickie are we gonna have to wear sparkles?" Kelly asked.

"I don't like sparkles...why would I make you wear sparkles?"

"Chris likes sparkles." Kelly replied as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

"Ah, true." Mickie nodded her head. "Well I'll just have to hide his bedazzler for the next few months."

"He has a bedazzler?!" Eve laughed uncontrollably. "Are you sure he isn't gay?"

"No he's not gay!" Mickie yelled back. "And that is now your third strike...you are out of the wedding!"

"No, no, no!" Eve jumped out of the chair she was just sitting in. "I'm sorry! Maria help me!"

Maria giggled and shook her head. "I'm sorry Eve I can't help you on this one. You dug your own grave. But I gotta go, I'm running late. I'm meeting Phil at the arena." Maria said as she gathered her belongings. "Mickie, we'll talk more later on the dresses. You girls have fun and Mickie try not to kill Eve."

"I can't make any promises." Mickie mumbled as she hugged Maria goodbye.

Maria playfully rolled her eyes and left the store. The sun was shining on Maria as she got a taxi.

Maria smiled, this was definitely a good day.

Well, at least it was for now...

~X-O-X-O-X-O-X-O~

Jeff Hardy walked through the corridors of the arena with a smile on his face. Just like Maria he was also in a pleasant mood. He had just gotten back from an autograph signing and now he was on his way to the ring to train for his upcoming match where he would be defending the WWE Championship.

But that wasn't why he had the smile on his face. That smile actually had to do with someone...more like a certain redhead.

As of late all he could think about and talk about was Maria. He had been spending so much time with her lately. He loved when they were together, just hanging out. But if he wasn't with her then all he could do was think about her.

Of course he was only just thinking about her because she's pregnant with his baby...well that's at least what he kept telling himself and everyone else who would question it.

Besides its not like there is anything to question about, Maria and Jeff were just friends.

Although Matt and Eve would tease The Extreme Enigma lately about their relationship. But nothing was going on.

"Well, well...look who it is."

A voice cut off Jeff's thoughts making him turn around...only to wish he hadn't a second later.

The voice belonged to a slightly smirking CM Punk. The Raw superstar was leaned against a wall with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Hey...Punk." Jeff acknowledged his ex-friend. Their friendship had strained since Maria had told Punk about Jeff being the father of her baby. Even though they don't see each other that often there was still awkwardness and death glares -mostly coming from Punk- shared between them. Now was one of those moments. "So...how have you been?"

"Hardy cut the small talk." Punk rolled his eyes. "So how have I been? Well lets see a good friend of mine, well at least I thought he was, knocked up my fiancé how do you think I've been?"

"Look, you guys weren't together when-"

"When you got drunk and slept with Maria? Sure we weren't together," Punk added a slight shrug. "But I would think you would have the commonsense not to sleep with my girl."

"I know, I'm sorry but I was-"

"Drunk? Yea, we already established that." Punk cut him off with clear sarcasm his voice. "You know what I could be pissed off about this and make your life a living hell...but I'm not going to. Cause you see you are a decent guy Jeff even though you keep making one mistake after the other. But I'm just going to ignore that and I'm even going to forgive you for getting Maria pregnant." Punk smiled as Jeff had a confused look on his face. This definitely was not how he thought this conversation was going to go. "Instead I'm just going to thank you."

"...Thank me?" Jeff asked. This conversation was getting weirder and weirder.

"Yes." Punk nodded his head. "Thank you for helping Maria out the past month or so. You've been a good guy, thank you for that but now you can leave and go back to your life and get drunk all you want."

"Excuse me?"

Punk looked confused. "Didn't Maria tell you about the plan? Oh that's just like her to forget to tell you." Punk rolled his eyes as Jeff stiffened. "You see, Maria and I have decided that we'll raise the baby together. Me as the father. I already told her parents that I'm the father and they are quite thrilled. Her parents adore me. But back on topic, thank you for helping her but now you're free to go. Go back to your pathetic excuse for a life."

Jeff couldn't believe what he was hearing. Firstly, why would Maria actually agree to something like that? How many times did she say she wanted him apart of the baby's life? And secondly how did Punk have the right to speak to him like that?

"I don't know what you have told Maria but I don't care what you say...this baby is mine and I'm going to be apart of he or she's life. It's my responsibility, it's my child. Not yours."

Punk chuckled as he walked closer towards Jeff. "To be honest Jeff, I don't think your stable enough to take care of a baby."

"Excuse me?" Jeff practically yelled.

"Jeff who knows if your going to slip again and you know..."

"Take drugs? Is that what you meant?" Jeff finished for him in a not so pleasant tone.

"Exactly!" Punk smiled as he nodded his head. "The child will be better with a father like me, that's straight edge. So the child doesn't have to suffer for your bad choices."

Jeff chuckled loudly as he turned around for a brief second...only to turn back and deliver a hard punch to Punk's left eye making him fall to the ground.

Punk was in shock for a few seconds as he breathed heavily and touched his eye. "Son of a bitch!" Punk groaned.

"Oops." Jeff sheepishly smirked as he shrugged his shoulders. Punk scoffed though as he got up from the ground. It didn't take him very long though to tackle Jeff making them both smack the brick wall. Punches wore thrown around, but Jeff and Punk kept switching off who got the upper hand.

Nobody seemed to be breaking them apart though until a innocent voice was heard.

"Hey! Stop it!" Maria ran towards the two men. "Jeff get off of him!"

Jeff delivered a few more punches before controlling himself and stepping away.

"Jeff, what was that about?!" Maria yelled.

"I can't believe you would do this to me." Jeff muttered as he shook his head at Maria.

"What are you talking about?" Maria cried.

"Maria!" Punk yelled while he was getting up from the ground. Maria gasped at Punk's swollen eye. "This guy is a jerk! I refuse to have him in our baby's life."

"Stop saying that!" Jeff yelled. "It's my baby you jackass!"

"Jeff wait!" Maria called out as Jeff started to walk away.

"I'm outta here." Punk mumbled as he walked the other direction.

"You guys wait!" Maria called out to the two men who were now gone.

So much for her good day.

"You're pregnant?!"

"Fuck!" Maria said under her breath. She knew that voice It was the voice that reminded her of nails scratching on a chalkboard. Now this day had officially turned the worst one ever in just about five minutes.

Maria turned around to face Michelle McCool who had a smirk on her face while she twirled a piece of her hair.

"Well, well, well...I guess that explains your appearance. To be honest I thought you just let yourself go..." Michelle chuckled.

"Did you hear-"

"Did I hear the whole conversation? Yes I did." Michelle walked closer to the redhead. "I heard everything including the beginning of Hardy and Punk's conversation." Michelle smirked. "And you call me the slut? You're the one sleeping with two men."

Maria's hands turned into fists, "Michelle I-"

"Don't get angry with me! This is all your fault. Maybe you should of told Jeff first before Punk got the chance. Gosh Maria, you just screw up your life more and more by the days go by. What are we going to do with you?" Michelle chuckled. "Well as much as I love talking to you I'm afraid I have to go. I have a meeting to get to about my Championship rematch...not that you would have any idea of how that feels." The blonde smirked as she patted Maria on the head. "Chow...oh and try not to get too fat with that thing growing in your stomach. You were already fat to begin with."

Michelle laughed as she walked away from the redhead.

Now all by herself Maria sighed as she ran a hand through her hair. She couldn't believe she was about to say it but for once she actually agreed with Michelle...she should of told Jeff.


And there you have chapter 11! I hope I didn't disappoint.

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Next Chapter: Maria and Jeff find out the sex of the baby.

Later Eve gets one of her "brilliant" ideas that involves Jeff and Maria going on a date.