A/N: Sorry, I couldn't get close to an internet connection for a loooong time, but I hope this chapter is good for everyone! And MUCH MUCH thanks for the reviews, I'm loving them! :)

Adam, Jay, Chris Irvine, Chris Benoit, and many other wrestlers were at a local bar after the event to have some beer and fun. Benoit, though, had the hardest time to do almost anything because his ribs were killing him, and he felt a headache coming along. Some of the guys were thinking of pummeling on Paul as soon as they would see him enter the arena for RAW the next day.

But their hopes became sooner, as they saw Paul come into the bar, his arm wrapped around Stephanie, who had a far away look in her eyes.

Chris Irvine was one of the first to notice Stephanie, completely ignoring Adam who was blabbering on to him about how the Calgary Flames and the Tampa Bay Lightning made the best Stanley Cup Playoffs imaginable.

"So yeah, when Martin St. Louis got slashed and still went through with the game..." Adam stopped to notice his friend gazing at Stephanie. A grin formed on his face. "That she can put up with anything and still be as foxy as she is. I can't believe that her coworkers would be craving for her."

Chris snapped out of it, looking in Adam's direction as he shot him a look. "Shut up." He said with a laugh. "

"Uh, I must ask before I 'continue'... Are you ever going to do something?" The taller man asked, just praying that his friend will say the right thing.

"I wish, but how the hell can I when I got that jacked up jerk hitched to her?" Chris's own question brought him to sigh.

"I don't know, man, but wouldn't it be nice to talk to her more often instead of the two second conversations you two have been having lately?"

"Yeah, I guess so." Chris said, looking in Stephanie's direction, to see her looking back. He cracked a smile, and she did, also.

"Copeland." An all too familiar voice said as both Chris and Adam turned around while sighing, to look at Paul.

"Yeah?" Adam replied, taking a drink from his beer.

"We need to have a little talk." Paul ordered as he signaled to the door.

"To save the why, fine." He muttered as he went outside the bar with Paul. "What's up?"

"Let's get down to it, why did you come down during the match?" Paul asked, wanting to get straight to the point, as fast as possible.

"Look, it isn't my fault, Paul. Vince sent me down, I thought the referee would've told you, okay?" Adam said as he started to go back to the bar, but was pulled back by Paul.

"Maybe you shouldn't start sucking up to Vince and listen to me now. Don't mess with me or my business." Paul threatened.

Adam sent him a blank stare, and let out a laugh. "You're talking to me about sucking up to Vince? I know why you are married to Stephanie, so don't even dare start me up with that crap. All you want is your precious title so you can prove everyone wrong. Man, you better start treating her with some respect or else you will have the whole entire locker room hunting you down."

Paul listened, and it was his turn to laugh. "You'll have the whole locker room hunting me down? Why? Because I can get what I want?" He shot Adam a deathly glare, but smirked. "You know, I guess you missed a few things when you were out with your injury. This is a business, you do whatever you have to get to the top of the business." And with the words, Paul went inside.

Adam went inside the bar, about ready to snap. He looked over to the table that Paul and Stephanie were at, scowling at Paul. It took a lot to make Adam go over the top and he was inching closer and closer every time he saw Paul. He turned his gaze to Chris, who was laughing at one of Jay's comments, and claimed his seat.

"So what's up with Paul?" Jay asked.

"Oh, just some talk about that chair shot I gave him. You know how over obsessed he is with everything." Adam said, saying some of the truth.

Later That Night (2 A.M.)

Loud banging on the door awoke Adam from his sleep. He groaned, then turned, having the TV glare go straight into his eyes and make him squint. He got out of the bed, navigating himself to the door by bumping into things. He heard another loud knock, which just got him more frustrated.

"I'm coming damnit!" He yelled out as he messed with the locks, then finally unlocked the door, and opened it. He was surprised to see Stephanie standing in the hallway.

"Adam, can I come in?" She asked quietly, while playing with her fingers, but making sure that they were shut.

"Yeah, come in." He said, moving out of the way as she came in. "Take a seat." He said as he sat down on a couch.

She sat down on the opposite couch. "I'm so sorry if I woke you up, but I really need to tell you something."

"Go ahead." He said.

"Adam, I think... I'm pr..." She started to break down into tears. His eyes widened as he jumped up, going to her immediately and wrapping his arms around her, trying to soothe her down.

"Go on, it's okay." He said in a soft tone.

She sobbed. "I'm pregnant."

The Next Day

Adam sat up quickly as his alarm clock went off from the bedroom in the hotel. He winced in pain at the couch he was sleeping on. He got up, nearly tripping over his own feet as he made his way over to the alarm clock, slamming the snooze button to turn it off. The noise awoke Stephanie, who was in the bed.

"Sorry about that." He said quietly. "I get aggravated by these things easily."

"It's okay." She said, then noticed the tired look on his face. "You know, um, I'll go back to my room so you can get some sleep."

"No, it's okay, besides, I'm gonna head out and get the lackeys moving so we can be at the arena early." He said, making sure she would get some sleep.

"Are you sure? I can just go back." She said, but couldn't believe her own words. She did not even want to see Paul until she got to the arena. After figuring out that she now was carrying a baby, his baby, and that he didn't even know about it! Adam was the only one she trusted, out of everyone, even the women, about the news.

"Nope. Besides, I don't want you dealing with him right now. But does he know yet?" Adam asked, not knowing yet if she told anyone else.

"No, I don't think I could bare him knowing yet. He...he would just call me a slut."

Adam's eyes shot open. "Wait, he would call you a slut? Stephanie...Has he ever called you that before?"

After a moment's hesitation, she nodded. Adam was about to go off the deep end, again.

"I think me and your husband are going to have a talk today." Adam said as he began to pace around the room.

"No, please, don't Adam. I don't want him hurting me."