A/N: Thanks for the reviews! I swear, when this doc. manager was offline, I was going nuts! I just wanted to get this up! :P But here it is.

Midnight

Chris sat on the balcony of his hotel room, unable to get any sleep. The image of Stephanie pregnant along with Paul beating her had him sitting straight up in bed whenever he closed his eyes.

Then he thought of his best friend telling him the news of everything. Why in the hell did Stephanie tell Adam? Did she not have any clue that Chris was falling for her, hard and fast? Since the news, he didn't even speak to Adam, or anyone for that matter, he needed his time alone.

To even make things even worse for him, Stephanie yelled at him for getting into her business! That tore Chris apart, and he was probably getting to a conclusion where she didn't give a damn about him or his feelings.

He sighed, hoping it wasn't true. The past week just literally killed his confidence. Threatened, yelled at, receiving the news. What was next, he was going to be fired because his character couldn't do anything else? No, he wouldn't even dare think of the last one for a second. He knew how high Vince was on the whole face "Y2J" gimmick, and in the earlier years, led the creative team in it! But things changed, and Paul stuck his nose into something he didn't need to, putting himself in charge of some of the storylines on RAW. One was Chris's, and how his character up against Evolution.

Something suddenly broke Chris out of his train of thought—Crying. He looked around, and hit himself on his forehead, realizing he was on a balcony. He got up, looking down to see a woman sitting on a bench, crying.

"Who the hell would be out, crying, at this time?" He asked himself, and looked closer, his eyes widening at the sight. Stephanie was sitting on that bench, letting her emotions go.

A Few Minutes Ago

Paul came into the hotel room, clearly from going out to a bar. He saw Stephanie sitting on the bed, sitting there, looking at him.

"What do you want?" He asked while taking off his shirt.

"I've been needing to tell you something." She said, looking down to the sheets.

"Yeah?" He looked at her, starting to get annoyed.

"I'm pregnant." She said sheepishly.

"YOU'RE WHAT?!" He asked, surprised by her comment.

"You heard me." She mumbled.

"Yeah, but...You fucking whore!" He yelled, this time it was her who was shocked. "I thought I told you to use those birth control pills!"

"I did... But somehow...It just ha..." Her sentence abruptly ended with a right balled up fist into her cheek. The impact sent her off the bed, and had tears rolling down her face.

"Get out...Now." He ordered, as he walked over to the door and opened it up, as she got up and walked out the door, crying. He slammed it into her back, sending her to the floor. She got up and was bawling, and decided to go to a place where no one would hear her, outside.

She went outside and got the peace she needed, and sat on a bench nearby the hotel. She dug her hands into her face and just cried.

After a couple of minutes, someone tapped her on the shoulder. She ignored it, just thinking that Paul was going to try to do one of his apologies.

"Stephanie." The person said, hoping to get her attention. She snapped out of her rut, realizing who the voice belonged to. She breathed in, finally controlling her tears and sobs. She turned around.

"Hi Chris."

He gasped at the bruise that was already from on her right cheek. "What happened, Stephanie?" He asked, sitting down next to her and running his finger over her cheek gently.

"It's nothing." She whispered and turned away from his touch.

"Nothing? Stephanie, this is serious." He said, drawing Stephanie into a hug in which she freely accepted.

"I-I know, Chris, I just needed to tell him." She said in between sobs, closing her eyes to prevent tears.

Chris put two and two together and realized that Paul had hit her after she dropped a bombshell. He just needed to figure out what she said. "Steph, what did you say to him?"

"I told him I was pregnant." She said without even thinking. Now it was the first time she had told Chris. She could just feel him cringe.

A small pain went through him as she said that. Yeah, he knew, but just hearing the words from her mouth just killed him. "Um." He gulped. "It'll...Yeah, it'll be okay, don't worry." He said, running his hand through her hair slowly.

"I hope, but what am I going to do? I don't want to go back to him tonight. Never." She said, trying to hold her ground.

"If you need to, you can stay up in my room, I'll just sleep on the couch. I don't want you getting hurt again by any costs." He said, making sure he wouldn't let her out of his sight.

"Thank you so much, Chris." She whispered to him, burying her head into his neck.

"Hey, we better head inside, okay?" He asked, releasing the grip.

"Alright." She said, getting up with him, as they both went inside.

"Irvine." Paul mumbled, his hands gripping the railing to the balcony so tight that his hands began to go white. "What the hell does he think he's doing with my wife?" He asked himself, and snarled, letting his hands go and going inside the hotel room.