~3 weeks Later~
Chris had seen very little of Stephanie since that night. She avoided him
completely. And if she was forced to talk to him, she made sure to do it in front
of people. Chris was having trouble with Lita as well. Sometimes he couldn't
find her. And when he did she'd make up a lame excuse about where she was.
Chris couldn't think about that right now. He had a Pay Per View tonight. He
was going against Chris Benoit for the Intercontinental Title. His mind needed
to be fully on that. Nothing else.
****
Lita blinked again. She grabbed the box and re-read it allowed. "One line
means you're not pregnant. Two lines means you are pregnant." Her eyes fell
on the pregnancy test. Two blue lines. She lifted her head and smiled. It was
all going by smoothly. She squealed with delight and held her abdomen. She
was pregnant.
****
Steph sat in her office, going over paperwork, when her secretary buzzed.
"Mrs. McMahon, there is a Lita here to see you." Stephanie put down her pen
and sighed. "Send her in." Steph plastered on her best professional look
watched as Lita walked in. "Lita, and what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?"
Lita plopped in the leather chair opposite of her. Steph cocked an eyebrow.
"Why don't you sit down?" She said sarcastically. Lita smiled. "I can't wrestle
tonight." Stephanie leaned back in her chair. "And why the hell not? You have
the title, you have to wrestle. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have--" "I'm
pregnant." Steph looked up at her. "What?" Lita softly patted her stomach.
"I'm carrying Chris's child. Now...try and tell me that I have to wrestle." Steph
looked away. "This is...you needed to tell this to Father...you know this." Her
eyes connected with Lita's. "You did this on purpose...to get back at me." Lita
laughed. "What? No congratulations?" Steph stared her dead in the eye. "No
Lita. No congrats. I feel sorry that this child has to have a vindictive mother
like you. I guess your first kid was lucky, huh?" As soon as the words were
out of her mouth, she regretted them. Lita's eyes turned to ice. "Shut the fuck
up you bitch." Steph sighed, her tone was tired. "No Lita, you shut up. Get
out of my office." Lita stood, her eyes angrily tore from Steph's and she walked
out, shutting the door behind her. Steph whirled in her chair and looked out of
the window. She sighed again and shut her eyes.
Chris had seen very little of Stephanie since that night. She avoided him
completely. And if she was forced to talk to him, she made sure to do it in front
of people. Chris was having trouble with Lita as well. Sometimes he couldn't
find her. And when he did she'd make up a lame excuse about where she was.
Chris couldn't think about that right now. He had a Pay Per View tonight. He
was going against Chris Benoit for the Intercontinental Title. His mind needed
to be fully on that. Nothing else.
****
Lita blinked again. She grabbed the box and re-read it allowed. "One line
means you're not pregnant. Two lines means you are pregnant." Her eyes fell
on the pregnancy test. Two blue lines. She lifted her head and smiled. It was
all going by smoothly. She squealed with delight and held her abdomen. She
was pregnant.
****
Steph sat in her office, going over paperwork, when her secretary buzzed.
"Mrs. McMahon, there is a Lita here to see you." Stephanie put down her pen
and sighed. "Send her in." Steph plastered on her best professional look
watched as Lita walked in. "Lita, and what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?"
Lita plopped in the leather chair opposite of her. Steph cocked an eyebrow.
"Why don't you sit down?" She said sarcastically. Lita smiled. "I can't wrestle
tonight." Stephanie leaned back in her chair. "And why the hell not? You have
the title, you have to wrestle. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have--" "I'm
pregnant." Steph looked up at her. "What?" Lita softly patted her stomach.
"I'm carrying Chris's child. Now...try and tell me that I have to wrestle." Steph
looked away. "This is...you needed to tell this to Father...you know this." Her
eyes connected with Lita's. "You did this on purpose...to get back at me." Lita
laughed. "What? No congratulations?" Steph stared her dead in the eye. "No
Lita. No congrats. I feel sorry that this child has to have a vindictive mother
like you. I guess your first kid was lucky, huh?" As soon as the words were
out of her mouth, she regretted them. Lita's eyes turned to ice. "Shut the fuck
up you bitch." Steph sighed, her tone was tired. "No Lita, you shut up. Get
out of my office." Lita stood, her eyes angrily tore from Steph's and she walked
out, shutting the door behind her. Steph whirled in her chair and looked out of
the window. She sighed again and shut her eyes.