Taking a Chance: Waiting, Worrying, Wondering

"So she is still sick, huh?" said the booming voice of Glenn aka Kane.

"Yeah man. I am really getting worried about her." Y2J said from his seat across the table from Glenn.

"Yeah she wasn't looking too good last weekend in the diva's locker room," replied Trish Stratus from her place on the other side of Glenn across from her boyfriend Chris.

Adam had taken the head of the table seat on the left side of Chris. Leaving a place open at the other end for Stacy to sit to the left of her boyfriend and to the right of Randy Orton. The space between Randy and Chris was reserved for Amy.

"Ya know if she doesn't go to the doctor soon, I think I'll just give Dawn a call and get her on her case," the remark from John Cena got laughs and cringes from the occupants of the table. All knew of the brunette's way of getting people to do things by nagging. She meant well but damn could a girl be annoying sometimes. "Cause y'all know Dawn can get Ames to do anything, includin' going on a pity date with Eugene."

That remark got smiles out of everyone at the table except for the young former Heavyweight Champion Randy Orton.

"I don't…" Chris trailed off as he saw a much better looking Amy and Stacy making their way to the superstar's table. Chris smiled as he stood to pull out the red head's chair for her but was beat to it by Randy Orton standing a split second before him and could only watch as Randy pulled out the chair for the reluctant diva.

"So Ames ya look better. Feelin' up to eatin'?" asked Cena.

"Huh? I guess. Yeah actually."

The waitress named Maria came over just then to take orders. Once she got to the diva known as Lita everyone was surprised at how much the red head ordered. She ordered bacon, eggs, toast, a stack of pancakes, and milk. "Ya got a' lot a' training to do?"

"Naw. Just hungry."

"Well damn girl I think you are trying to out eat us all even the Big Red Machine."

All she did was smile. Stacy took the moment to distract everyone by asking their plans for the day.

"Well, umm, I am planning on sightseeing with Chris, Glenn, and Adam as well as Vicki, Dave, Benoit and Lilian," replied Trish.

"Umm I'm up for it. And if I am John is. What 'bout you Ames?"

"Ah, huh? Sorry I wasn't really paying attention." The red head said as she looked up eyes connecting with the blue eyes of Randy Orton before turning to look at Stacy.

"Umm actually I was going to go to the drug store and get some anti-nausea medicine then I have an appointment with one of the company doctors. But I would be up for lunch I guess."

"So you don't want to go sightseeing with us?" asked Trish.

"Not really up for it. Thanks though Trish. Stacy could you go to the restroom with me please?" She said as she rose and high-tailed it to the restaurant bathroom.

"Yeah, what's wrong sweetie? Do you feel sick again?"

"No, Stace, umm, can we just wait until we're in the bathroom?"

"Yeah."

The two divas left puzzled stares in their wake.

"You know you're my closest friend other than Chris and Trish, right? So what I am about to say you can not tell to anyone. Okay? I think I'm pregnant."

"Are you sure? I mean that was one of my suspicions too. Can't lie babe. But are you sure?"

"I don't know, but I have a good idea. What am I going to do?"

"Well, are, umm, do you know who the father is? Sorry, I mean does the father know?"

"No."

"Who is it?"

"Well, umm, you know. It has been going on for a couple of months, nothing too serious. I am sorry I haven't told you, but only Jeff and Trish and well Dave and John know. Don't be mad at John he was sworn to secrecy on his future children. Well, umm…."

"Yeah sweetie?"

"RandyOrton."

"Huh? Oh My God. I thought but I wasn't sure. I mean I could tell he liked you, but wow."

"Yeah I don't know what to do Stacy. I really like him, hell, I might love him, but we aren't even officially dating. I mean what will he think? He's only 25; I'm 30. What am I going to do?" Amy said as she broke down.

"Shh. It's gonna be okay. First things first we have to make sure that you are pregnant. Do you want me to go with you or do you want Randy? Or both of us? Do you want me to tell Randy…"

"Tell Randy what?" came a male voice from the door to the women's bathroom.
Both divas turned to see the blue eyes of Randy Orton.