Notes: I can't believe it's been so long since I updated this fic!

Nancy stood on the porch of the Funk home the next day. She had dropped her children off with her parents and was ready for this. Or she hoped she was ready for this.

She knocked on the door. A few moments later the door opened and a woman stood there. "You must be Nancy." She said with a smile. "My name is Vicki. Come in." She said moving out of the way.

Nancy walked in.

"Chris is in the kitchen." Vicki said as she led her into the kitchen.

"Chris." Shane said

Chris turned around and looked at Nancy before getting to his feet and giving her a hug. "I'm so sorry Nancy."

"It's okay Chris." She said hugging him tightly.

"I don't remember anything I've done, but if I've hurt you..."

"You haven't." Nancy said quickly to reassure him.

"I still keep hoping this is nothing but a joke or that I'll wake up and find out none of this happened."

"I know. Me too."

They both sat down at the table.

Shane got up. "I'll leave you guys alone." He said and left the room quickly.

"How are Daniel and Tatem?" Chris asked after a brief pause.

"They are doing good. They are with my parents but they can't wait to see you." She decided now was the time to break the news. "I have good news. I'm pregnant."

Chris' face broke into a large grin. "That's great."

Eddy stood in the doorway watching both of them but stood back far enough that they wouldn't notice he was there. Maybe there was nothing to worry about. He hoped this meant that Chris was going to be okay and that the drugs were out of his system finally.

Maybe now, this part of the nightmare was over.

***

"Mr. McMahon?" Dahlia Lewis asked.

"Yes?" Vince asked looking up.

"I'm Dahlia Lewis." She said stepping up to him. "I'm with the San Antonio District Attorney's office. I'm here to discuss the Scott Levy trial."

"Of course." Vince said holding back a sigh. He knew they would send someone to talk to him about this. He was still having trouble wrapping his mind around how much Shane was involved in all of this.

"Is this a good time or do you want me to come back after the show?"

"That would be better. I'm rather busy preparing for the show. I can give you a backstage pass or front row ticket."

"Whichever is fine but I'm not really a wrestling fan."

"Okay." Vince said not sure what to say at the moment. That in of itself was shocking to him. He was hardly ever at a loss for words.

"Vince?" A voice called.

"Excuse me." He said and walked away to talk to Jim Ross.

Dahlia watched him for a moment and then took out a notebook and started to review the questions she had for Vince. This may be what she needed to win the election next year.