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Summary: As he goes from his old persona into a new one at the head offices bidding, Shane Helms reflects on the one that got away and just what in the world he can do to get her back.

Distribution List: WWE Fan Fiction Library – Open and Selected Archive, Fan Fiction (DOT) Net, and my own personal site when I get around to updating the damn thing.

An epidemic of the mannequins
Contaminating everything
When thought came from the heart
It never did right from the start

I am having Shane's baby girl.

The magnitude of that statement hit her like the force from a Mack truck. In all of her life if there was anything she had wanted it was a large family, something that Shane had told her he wanted as well. Now she was halfway there, carrying his baby, starting that family that they both so desperately wanted.

But there was one monkey wrench thrown into the whole thing. The one thing that Stacy couldn't forget because she was the reason behind it. Shane didn't have a clue that she was carrying his baby, let alone his baby girl. The picture of the perfect family that they both said they wanted was broken now and she had no one to blame but herself.

Just call him and tell him to come to Hollywood. You know it's the right thing to do.

Of course she knew it was the right thing to do but it didn't make the easy thing to do. How was she going to explain to Shane that she had run from him while carrying his baby and that now she finally thought it was best he know the truth? He would never accept that she had run off this way and he might even fight her when it came to the baby. She had no idea what he would be like in that sort of situation because she had never put him there before.

He will not do that to you or the baby. He is different dear daughter of mine.

The voice this time, the one that she had become so accustomed to being hers, sounded different this time. She knew instantly that it wasn't her brain communicating with her heart the way it usually did but that it was something else. Something unheard of with her and something she did not want to face.

Was a higher power trying to tell her that Shane would never do what she thinks he might do? Was it guiding her to where she needed to be? With Shane and their daughter the way that he had planned it? Could it possible that she was talking to God and never even knew it?

She shook her head, trying to block the crazy thoughts from filling up her mind. There was no way she was talking to God. There was no way even if she was that God would want to help her considering the badness she had brought on herself and this innocent child. The child didn't need this and Stacy knew it deep down but her pride got in the way. She wanted Shane more then anything to want this baby and he just wouldn't, not at this point in his life and career.

She let herself into the apartment and closed the door behind her. As she turned around she saw them, hundreds of candles filling up the entire living room area, all white in color and all lit to perfection. There on the table in front of her there were roses, hundreds of them as well, just placed in the proper vases all over the room. Just what on God's green acres was going on here?

She touched one of the roses gently and let it slide through her fingertips, loving the scent and the feel of them on her fingers. Could Geoff have possibly done all this without her knowledge? She instantly knew he couldn't have because even though they had been dating for some time now, she hadn't given him a key to the apartment she kept. She preferred to live out of hotel rooms and only use this house when she really needed to unwind.

So now the question was, who had done this and just what was going on in her apartment?

Before she could speak out loud she saw him, like a vision standing in the kitchen doorway, apron on and steam all around him from what was obviously cooking food in her kitchen. Just how he had gotten into her apartment was beyond her, but at that moment she found that she no longer cared. All Stacy cared about was that he was here and that if she had her way he would never leave her again.