Title: Not your Average Love Story

Author: Remain Nameless, other wise known as Kay

Email: RemainNameless17aol.com mailto:RemainNameless17aol.com

Rating:; PG-13 because I tend to write with a potty mouth

Disclaimer: I don't own nobody, or nothing. I'm not THAT Creative

Summary; When is love ever easy? Three people are about to find out that life and love can totally suck.

Pairing: Stacy/Randy Lita/Edge Trish/?? Y2J? Christain?

Author's Notes: I decided to write a in depth weird as hell love story. Ok, Edge is still on Smackdown to make this story work, ok? Also he's seeing a female wrestler. Who is it? Well it's going to be Torrie. Also he never broke his neck. The draft will affect this story some how.

Lita held Stacy's hair back as the petite blonde emptied the contents of her stomach into the toilet boil beneath her.

Lita rubbed the blonde's back in a comforting gesture, but the pain of the reality of what was happening to her friend was all to real.

After a few moments of being hunched over and satisfied that she wasn't going to vomit again, she stood up, backing out of the bathroom stall.

"Stacy, we have to do something about this."

Stacy walked past Lita, ignoring the red haired diva's words and headed for the bathroom sink to wash her hands.

"Stacy."

Stacy could feel tears forming in her eyes. How many time had she done this? She had confided in Lita, and only Lita about this. When one week ago she feared that she might be… that she could be possibly be… her friend Lita just stood by her side and comforted and even bought her the test.

And her worst fears were proven. That she was pregnant.

She wiped at the tears rolling down her cheeks, her hands black with the mascara running down her face. "Lita, I don't know what to do!" She shouted, walking to a corner of the bathroom, leaning her head against the black tile. "I feel like such a whore!"

Lita stepped toward her friend. "How many times have I told you Stace? Your not a whore! You know who the father is! It was a mistake, one night, and one night only. You don't do these type of things Stac-"

Lita was cut off by Stacy's cry. "I KNOW!" She sank down to the floor, her knees against her chest, her body shaking with sobs. "I can't Li.. I can't have this baby."

Lita sank to her knee's in front of Stacy, and reached out to hug her friend. "I'll always be here for you Stacy. No matter, WHAT you decide."

Edge sat on the bench lacing his boots. He had a match that night, but his mind wasn't on his match. Oh no. It was on what was going to happen after his match. It was his and Torrie's anniversary. Six months.

He had to admit, he never expected one date would lead to six months of bliss. They had gone out one night and date's leaded to more date's and pretty soon they were a couple, which pretty much was a surprise to him.

Tonight, however he was going to make a life changing decision. It was only six months, but he decided that Torrie was the girl he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Yes, he was going to propose.

It kind of shocked him. Torrie had been hinting at it for weeks and he was talking to the guys, about how he never really could commit, yet he had committed to her. That had to mean something? He decided he had to be in love with her to be stay with her this long, and decided to just screw it and propose.

Of course, those words troubled him. He decided he was in love with her. The most troubling thing was he didn't feel it. He was waiting to feel it any day now, but he just didn't feel it. But maybe it's because he never felt it before.

Well that was another lie that troubled him. He was in love before, well he was pretty sure he had been in love before. But butterflies in the stomach and them being constantly on your mind was love, that was it. But that was out of his grasp. Fate decided to kick the crap out of his heart and he never felt that way again.

Even now. But he doubt he ever would, so just get over it and just do what you think is right?

Or was it?

As he laced his boots his troubled him that he was so unsure. As if, fate was telling him not to do this. Because it's work wasn't done yet.

But the Canadian decided to ignore that nagging voice in the back of his head and exit the locker room.

Stacy looked at her watch again. The feeling was nagging at her. Of the right thing.

She sat next to Lita in the hotel room lobby, pay phone in hand.

Lita was watching her intently. "Are you sure this is what you want?" Lita asked, for probably the tenth time that day.

Stacy watched her, tears in her eyes again. "Yeah, It's for the best."

Lita stepped away, giving the blonde her space. She quickly dialed the number and waited a beat.

Then somebody picked up. "Anderson Paternity Clinic, this is Joyce speaking."

"Oh hi, um, I was wondering, what do you exactly have to do, to get an abortion?"