Chris pulled his hand away from Lita and went to Steph. He leaned his face to hers. He was so close to her, that his hair was like a blonde shade between their two faces. He put his hand under her back and lifted her carefully into his lap. His head whipped to all of the guests looking at him. Stray red petals slowly descended onto Steph's face and body. Lita stood motionless, watching her husband…HER husband cradling that slut. She heard everyone's shocked gasps…murmurs…people calling for help. There was a rage inside her. She wanted to grab Stephanie and slam her head into the concrete again and again. How did she get out? It didn't matter…not at this moment. She just needed to get Chris away from her. Lita doubled over and clutched her stomach. She moaned. "Chris…the baby." Chris's head snapped to Lita. A look of horror crossed his face. He couldn't move--Steph could have internal injuries. He wanted to grab Lita and comfort her. He yelled at Lance. "Get her out of here! I cant move." Lance went to Lita and took her arm. Lita pulled away from him. "No! Im not leaving Chris." Before Chris could protest, Steph's moans got his attention. His hand ran along her jaw, stained with dried blood. Steph's eyes opened slightly, painfully. She was trying to speak, but her voice was below a whisper. "Stephy, save your strength. Help is on the way." Her finger caught the end of Chris's hair and weakly pulled him closer. Chris leaned his ear to her mouth. "What is it, sweety." Steph's mouth moved…she tried desperately to speak. "Lita. Did this." Chris's eyes slowly moved to Steph's, confused. Steph mouthed the words. Her eyes traveled to Lita's who was now stilled, looking down at the two. Steph mouthed the words for Lita to see. Then it clicked for Chris. His head turned to Lita. And his head shook slightly. "Li--Lita. Tell me you didn't do this." A look of blind fear was in her eyes for a split second and he knew. He knew she did this to Stephanie. Lita's spoke, her voice annoyed and dull. "Why couldn't you stay dead." Chris's eyes widened. There was a hush over the crowd. A slow smile crept onto Steph's face. She was goading her. "The baby…" She began. "No!" Lita tore away from Lance and pounced on Steph, punching her in the face. Chris was too scared to push her--the baby. "Lance! Fucking get her!" Chris tried to cover Steph with himself until Lance held her. Lita screamed. "Why couldn't you stay dead you dirty whore. You ruined my wedding day!" Steph sputtered…the irony taste of blood filled her mouth. Fear struck Chris. He was in total confusion. Steph looked up at him with glassy eyes. "The baby…isn't yours." Chris smiled dumbly. "What?" "Not yours." Lita tried in vain to pull away from Lance. "She's lying! Don't you see?! She wants to break us up! The baby is--" "Mine." Everyone turned. At the foot of the steps stood Kurt. He stood wobbly, but there was a look of determination on his face. Lita shook her head. "No. No. He's in on it too. He'd do anything for her. He's her bitch." "I was yours." Kurt spat. "And that was the biggest mistake of my life." He turned to Chris who sat with a look of hurt and bewilderment on his face. "I'm sorry Chris. But the child Lita is carrying is mine." "No!" Lita screamed. But her protests her drowned out by the wail of the ambulance. Steph was quickly put on a stretcher and Chris stood, dumbfounded. Lance still had Lita. "Chris…believe me…" Chris turned slowly to her. There was a storm slowly brewing in his eyes. He backed away from her and stepped into the ambulance with Steph. Lita knew, the moment he stepped in there with her, she's lost him. She crumpled to the floor and called his name. She called him long after he was gone.