Chapter 08:

The following day, Monday, Stacy arrived an hour early at the arena where Raw was to be aired. She greeted a few crewmembers and fellow wrestlers as she reached her locker room, which she shared with her two friends. She was wearing a pair of faded jeans, a one-sided, black top, black stilettos and silver-hooped earrings. Putting her bag down, she decided to take a walk around just to keep her mind at ease when she spotted him: the father of the child she was to bear. He was sitting down on a table, reading a new edition of the RAW Magazine with his legs crossed. Slowly, she walked passed him with a lump forming in her throat. She swallowed hard as he noticed her, eyeing her from head to toe. He was wearing a pair of black pants and a dark blue polo. She fought her head to look at him but it just had to turn to face him. They stared at each other's eyes for the longest time before Randy decided to break the awkward silence.

"Is there anything I can help you with, Keibler?" he asked in a sarcastic tone, putting down the magazine, raising an eyebrow and smirking.

"Actually...yes. I need to tell you something." Stacy replied in a stern, low tone.

Randy raised his eyebrow. "What is it?" he asked with a smirk.

"Randy...please don't be like this..."

"Be like what?!? Huh?! As far as I can remember, you're the one with the problem!" he yelled.

Stacy swallowed hard before speaking. "Randy, stop it! I'm pregnant, okay?!" she exclaimed.

This made him shut up. He stared at her for the longest time with just a smirk on his face. "Oh yeah?! So who's the father, Keibler?" he queried in the same sarcastic tone, although he already absolutely knew who the father was.

Stacy glared at him. "I think you already know who the father is..." she hissed; her fists clenching with anger.

Randy stared at her, still with a smirk on his face before finally sighing. "Are you keeping it?" he asked, now in a gentle, serious tone.

Stacy looked away then looked at him again. "Of course."

"Good." Randy uttered. Stacy nodded slowly, looking down before she felt Randy's finger touch her chin, forcing her to look up at him. "I'm sorry for what I just said a while ago. I didn't mean it. I just got really pissed 'coz you've been avoiding me for the past few weeks now when I really wanted to talk to you. Don't worry. I'm not like any other guys. I'll surely help you raise the child." He added, putting a small smile on her face.

"Thank you." She said gently before she started walking off.

"Stacy...wait." He called out, standing up from the table and walking towards her. Stacy stopped in her tracks and turned around to face him. "We're going to have to talk to Bischoff about this. You can't be wrestling now with a child inside of you." Randy said as she nodded.

"Okay." She said as together, they walked to Bischoff's office.

"Have you told Mick already?" he asked.

"No. Not yet. Only Trish and Lita know. And of course...you."

"When do you plan to tell him?"

"After we talk to Bischoff."

"Okay. I'll go with you."

"Do you think that's a good idea?" she asked him as they reached Eric Bischoff's office.

"I just want to be there, okay? After all, I am your child's father."

Stacy hesitated before finally agreeing as they knocked on the door and waited for Eric Bischoff to let them enter. After talking to him about Stacy's condition and asking him for a long period of time off for the pretty blonde, Eric agreed and made plans right away.

"I'll have a talk with Mr. McMahon and the scriptwriters immediately to discuss with them this matter." Eric said.

"Okay. Thank you very much, Eric." Stacy uttered. "But I would still want to fly with the RAW roster to wherever places they go. All I'm asking is for me not to show up on the ring until I give birth. I would still like to be where you guys are."

"Yeah...I think that's a good idea, Eric. So at least I can also watch over her..." Randy added as Stacy looked up at him and furtively smiled. So he did care, she thought.

"Alright. That's no problem! Thank you for letting me know about this...and congratulations." Eric said with such a wide smile as he shook both Randy and Stacy's hands. Both headed out after, in search of the next person they were to tell: Mick Foley. They found him inside his locker room, watching TV.

"Hi, Uncle Mick!" Stacy greeted softly, giving her uncle a hug.

"Hey, Stace!" he greeted back, hugging the young diva when he caught sight of Randy Orton. This immediately erased the smile on his face. "What's he doing here?" he asked, trying to sound like anything but rude.

Randy smirked, adjusting the Intercontinental Championship belt on his shoulder as he raised an eyebrow at Mick. "It's good to see you too, Mick."

"Stacy...would you please explain to me what Randy Orton is doing here?" Mick asked once again as Stacy looked down and sighed.

"Well, Mick..." Randy started but was instantly cut off by Stacy when she elbowed him on the stomach.

"Let me do the talking." She jeered as Randy shrugged and nodded.

"Ummm...Uncle? I need to tell you something..." she trailed off when Randy cut in.

"What do you mean you?! We need to tell him something! It's not just yours!" he said out loud as Stacy glowered at him before looking back at Mick.

"What's he talking about?" Mick asked, raising a brow. He was obviously completely clueless.

"Ummm...Uncle...I'm...uhhh...I'm pregnant..." she stuttered as Mick just laughed.

"Yeah...nice try, Stace." He replied in a rather amused tone.

"I'm not joking. I really am." Stacy said softly, looking down at the floor. Mick's hilarity instantaneously died down as he stared at Stacy; his face pale.

"You're what?!"

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