Author's Note: It's occured to me that throughout much of this series, not many have seen the lighter side of Dave and Trish's relationship. So, in response to that (and inspired by a recent interview that Dave gave regarding his recent shopping expenditures), here's a nice and light chapter. Enjoy!

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Being a celebrity isn't easy. Being a pregnant celebrity is equivalent to asking for a death sentence. Almost immediately, rumors began circulating of Trish's expectancy when she began to cancel personal appearances. The media frenzy was at an all-time high when there was no confirmation of her pregnancy or who the father was. Feeling that things were about to get beyond what both expected, Trish and Dave made a joint announcement confirming their relationship and her pregnancy.

It was no surprise to anyone that when Tina found out about Trish, she became more resistant to Dave being around Alessia. She stopped short of forbidding him to see his own daughter. But Dave was ready to fight. He hired the best attorney and when he wasn't on the road, he was in court. Trish stepped aside so the attention wouldn't be on her and supported him from home—where she was the most comfortable.

The moment news broke of Trish's pregnancy, there was a bounty on her by all the major tabloids. But when she made her first public appearance during her sixth month, her due date was the talk of the town. From the various baby showers that were thrown in her honor to the celebrity designers giving her fashionable maternity clothes, Trish's only complaint was that she wished someone did something to cure her swollen ankles.

To make things simpler between the pair, Trish moved into Dave's Florida home and they divided their time between her homes. It also made sense for Dave and Trish to stay in Florida for the time being, until all custody issues with Tina were resolved.

Dave wasn't traveling a lot as he still recuperated from his injury but according to Trish, it was still too much. Just when she got used to him being at home for extended periods of time, he had to leave again.

After a weekend of signings, Dave was finally home for a week. He wasn't in court this week and that allowed time for them to be alone. "Trisha, I'm home." He called out.

Trish waddled out to the living room to greet her boyfriend. "Hey baby."

Dave gave her a kiss. He then leaned down and kissed her womb. "How are you doing, son?"

Trish smiled as she looked down. "He's doing fine. Pretty active today. Lots and lots of movement."

"Good, good. Make sure you kick your mother nice and hard for me." Dave then winked at Trish, who wasn't amused. "Just kidding, baby."

"Mmm hmm." She rolled her eyes. "Oh, you had a delivery come in today." She pointed towards the dining room table.

Dave's eyes lit up the moment he saw the boxes on the table. "They came in!" He rushed over to the table and ripped open the boxes.

Trish followed Dave to the dining room. "What came in?"

Dave opened the boxes and his face resembled a little kid in a candy store. He then held up one of the objects to his face. "This!"

Trish had a confused look on her face as she studied the object. "Is that what I think it is?"

"A light saber!" Dave clamored.

"Yeah, that's what I thought it is." Trish muttered.

"Don't worry, baby! I got you one too!" He then gave her pink light saber to correlate with his green one.

Trish let out a slight gasp as she took the light saber from Dave. "Um, thank you?"

"This will go great with my Darth Vader costume!" Dave said excitedly.

What the...? "Darth Vader costume?" Trish asked.

Dave turned on the light saber and pretended to fight someone. His face was animated and he was giggling like a little school girl. "You know what would be great with this?" He then glanced over at Trish and started to eyeball her hair.

"Oh hell no." Trish shook her head. "Nope, not doing it."

"Come on, baby. Please?" He then gave the puppy eyes.

Oh you had to pull the puppy dog eyes trick, huh? "Oh, alright. But just this once." She then hurried to the bathroom as Dave moved the living room furniture out of the way.

Once in the bathroom, Trish parted her hair and put them in large buns on the sides of her head. She freshened up her makeup and then walked out of the bathroom, to Dave's amazement. "You look beautiful, baby." He said.

Trish blushed a little. She has been feeling anything but sexy and beautiful since she became pregnant. While Dave has been telling her that she was more beautiful since the pregnancy, that afternoon was the first time she has felt that way.

"I'm going to kick your ass, Batista." Trish said as she turned on her light saber.

"Oh, is that right, Stratus?" Dave smirked as he got into a fighting stance.

"Yeah, that's right." Trish nodded. "Don't let the cinnamon rolls fool you, buster."

In the middle of the living room, Dave and Trish fought each other with their light sabers. Lots of trash talking and giggling filled the room as they battled each other. They played three games in which Trish won two. Dave claimed that he let her win because she was pregnant; Trish said she won because she was--in her words--Trish fuckin' Stratus.