It was Monday morning in Los Angeles, California. The sun was shining brightly, the birds were chirping, it was predicted to be sunny and warm this April day. The friendly, hot city was already in full swing, with runners and rollerbladers darting down the sidewalk.

However, looks can be deceiving. Just because something can look beautiful on the inside doesn't mean that it's just as beautiful on the inside. No one can ever be sure if there isn't some sort of heartbreaking situation. Even the most beautiful of people have their problems.

But no one knew that more than a certain Boise Belle.

On that morning, Torrie Wilson woke up at six am, as always and rubbed her eyes. It was definitely time to get up and get the day started. She sat up and lifted the covers off of her. She got out of her bed and folded the blankets back to where they had been.

She put on house shoes and walked down the narrow hallway in her Beverly Hills apartment and turned right into the nursery. Her daughter, Jorrie Grace Wilson was lying down, wide awake in her pink crib. Being as though Torrie loved pink, her three month-old daughter's room was entirely painted pink.

Torrie smiled as her baby girl grinned and lifted her arms up so that her mother would pick her up. Torrie did so and hugged her baby to her. "Baby girl needs a diaper change, doesn't she?"

Jorrie grinned a gummy smile and hugged her mother back. No secret that they were each other's whole world.

Torrie walked Jorrie over to the changing table and began to change the baby's diaper. Jorrie squirmed, as most babies do when their diapers were being changed. Torrie laughed at her baby.

But as she did most days, she longed for the ability to have someone to share the magical experience of being a mother with. She didn't, however, and it hurt her. Not only because Jorrie was going to grow up without a father, but also because she was depriving Jorrie's dad of the adventure of fatherhood.

Sighing, she began to recall the day that she'd discovered that she was pregnant. That day had been a scary one, and a life-changing one, too. Honestly, it was one of the worst days of her lives, but at the same time it was one of the best, too.

Torrie sat in the bathroom for ten, maybe fifteen minutes, letting the shock set in. Not only had she never expected to get pregnant, but she'd also never expected it to happen like this. Tears fell down her cheeks; she had no idea what to do. Of course, the only option was to raise this child. He (or she) was conceived on love and it wasn't their fault that they were coming into existence. It was Torrie's and someone else's. She had to come to grips with it.

Torrie washed her face and came out of the bathroom, knowing exactly what she had to do. Her boyfriend, Alex Rodriguez, third baseman to the New York Yankees, was waiting for her. He was sitting primly in a recliner, pretending to watch the television, but he was actually waiting patiently for Torrie, waiting impatiently to sleep with her.

At times, Torrie wondered if that was all that their relationship would ever be, physical. Sure, she liked him all right, but their relationship was on the rocks, had been for a long time.

His face twitched when he noticed that she'd been crying. "What's wrong, babe?"

Secretly, Torrie hated to be called babe, especially by him. Her ex- husband, Peter Gruner (Billy Kidman) and her ex-boyfriend, Nick Mitchell (Mitch of the Spirit Squad) had both called her babe. All three of them had made the word sound...wrong.

Torrie took a deep breath. "It doesn't matter, Alex." "Why not?" Alex asked, calmly. Yes, Torrie was definitely making the right decision. "I'm pregnant," Torrie uttered, swallowing.

Two small words made Alex swivel in his chair. "You're pregnant?" He said it almost sarcastically.

"Yes," Torrie said, "why the fuck would I lie about it?" She was already getting annoyed.

He pursed his lips. "And you're positive about this?"

Torrie nodded. "I...I just took some pregnancy tests. It makes sense, you know. All the mood swings, the cramps, my period stopped. Remember last week when I snapped at you for nothing?"

Alex sighed and nodded. "Yeah, I do. So...what's this mean, Torrie? Are you...are we going to uh...," he trailed off.

"Keeping the baby? Going to get married?" Torrie offered. She didn't give Alex a chance to reply. "No."

"What?" Alex asked. He tried to act shocked, but relief played on his face.

Torrie took a deep breath. "It...it's not your baby." She looked down at the floor, shame crossing over her beautiful face.

Now this pissed Alex off. It was fine for her to not want to be with him, for her to have a baby with someone else, but no one cheated on Alex Rodriguez. "What the fuck is this shit, Torrie?!" he snapped, "you fucking cheated on me?!"

Torrie shrugged. "It was a mistake, an accident really." Alex stayed silent, waiting for Torrie to continue. "Look at it this way, Alex. I mean, I, we, we're out of your hair. You don't have to worry about supporting us or anything." Torrie blew out a breath, relieved that she was ending this relationship.

But Alex wasn't going down that easily. "I didn't say that I wanted to break up," was his retort.

"No," Torrie said, shaking her head, "this can't work. I cheated, I'm pregnant. You need to go on with your life, as do I."

Alex sighed deeply and ran his hand over his hair. "So, you're totally sure about this?"

She nodded. "I've never been so sure of anything." Alex softened. "Can I ask you one thing, though?" Torrie shrugged. "That depends." He went on anyway. "Who's the dad?"

Torrie looked away, her heart sinking. "It doesn't matter, he doesn't matter, you don't need to know."

Alex shook his head. "Why can't I know?" Torrie crossed her arms. "It's not your concern anymore, Alex." "But-" he protested.

"No!" Torrie yelled, running out the door, running away from his house, running away from him forever.

If Torrie had made one good choice in her life, that was it. Her daughter didn't need to be raised by the likes of him. She needed a stable life and with Alex-or her father himself, she'd never have that.

Torrie finished changing her daughter's diaper and took her downstairs for breakfast. Today, she and Jorrie were going to a small café with her old friend, Candice Michelle and her daughter, Ankianne. She was looking forward to it, definitely. She always enjoyed visiting her friends.

"What do you want for breakfast, baby girl?" Torrie asked, chucking her baby underneath the chin.

Jorrie looked around and giggled, seeing Chloe, Stewie, and Pepper run into the room.

"Cereal it is then," Torrie smiled.

As she made her baby girl breakfast, Torrie studied her beautiful features for the zillionth time. Jorrie was gorgeous, no doubt, but in Torrie's eyes she was the most beautiful baby that she'd ever seen. Her hair was long, blond and in wispy curls, her skin was soft and pearly, very clear. Jorrie definitely resembled Torrie in many ways.

But she also resembled her father. Her sparkling ocean blue eyes replaced Torrie's emerald green ones. It was one of her most striking features. Perhaps the most striking of all was her deep, adorable dimples.

Undoubtedly, John Cena had left his mark on her.