Author: Kitty
Pairing: None in this chapter
Notes: This is in Trish's point of view

In response to reviews:
Randy-john-lover: YAY!!! They are having babies…unless I decide to be cruel and day that there's not gonna be a happy ending for them…we'll have to see though.
Kylazephyr: I hope it turns out great too. You are right there…a total womaniser, but seeing how she's in love with him she's trying to deny it. But don't worry I promise he's gonna be treating her a lot better from now on. Don't worry, they will end up together…eventually but they will have a few things to overcome on the way.
Megan: thankyou, I shall continue it.

Things happen for a reason. I know that now, and I was stupid to not realize that before, but now that everything has changed and fucked up, but in the end everything fell into place and in the right perspective.

Things always happen for a reason. I am telling you this from experience. At the time you may not think that your actions are going to have any purpose – any repercussions, or whatever else – but in the end things will end up weird, different and odd, but in the end it fixes everything up.

I wonder about things with me and John – not that there was ever really a 'me and John' to begin with – the way he ended it and all. I know that he didn't really feel anything for me – besides all that lust – but even though I never really got to know him, I fell in love with him. I felt myself falling – falling so very hard – for him.

But I get it – I truly get it now – he loves Lita - not me.

I gently sigh as I feel warm breath tickling my shoulder area. Letting out an involuntary shudder, I roll over, so that I'm facing his chest and snuggle into him.

If it weren't for my cheating on him, I would never have realized that he means so much to me – that he does so much for me, that I love him.

Granted I don't love him as much as I love John – I don't think that I'll ever be able to love anyone as much as John. Because even though it was just the sex I knew him – I really knew him – more than Lita, or his mother, or any other person.

I take a quick glance to the sleeping body next to me. I sigh to myself and wonder how it is that he can look so damn Angelic when he's sleeping.

I run my hand down my stomach. I wonder when it will start to get bigger.

I wonder if I am going to have a baby girl or a baby boy.

"What you thinkin' 'bout baby?" he asked baby blue eyes looking down at the hand holding my stomach.

I felt like laughing uncontrollably right now, because he said that four nights ago would be the last time he and I could ever 'be together' again. Even though he says he loves Lita here he is lying down next to me. It's laughable, last week he said that he couldn't do it with me anymore, that he loved Lita far too much to betray her this way. He proposed to her and she gladly accepted. I hear she's pregnant now.

"Just the fact that you've left Lita alone…again…even though you promised that you wouldn't do this anymore." I say, running my fingers down his chest.

"I'm pregnant." I say, looking at him.

"Good for you…" he says before adding, "Good luck with finding the father." He says laughing at me, before pulling his clothes back on.

"I did…look in the mirror and you'll be able to see him too." I say, watching his eyes widen in shocked realisation. At least he finally realized that he's the father.

I look up at the large silver clock above my bed.

2:27 a.m.

He runs his hands through his short brown hair in the most enticing way, before picking his baseball cap off of my brown oak dresser and putting it on, sitting down on a corner of my orange-covered bed, putting his face in his hands, seemingly in deep thought.

"Get rid of it." He says, the look on his face seemingly set in stone, blue eyes hardened, icy cold look held in them, lips pressed firmly together. He was dead serious.

"I'm not going to do that, there is no fucking way that I am going to kill my innocent child just because his or her daddy thinks that he or she is just a fucking mistake. Well John, I guess you're getting what you deserve now…finally…after all that sex with all those girls you shouldn't have expected some kind of picture perfect happily ever after." I spit out, eyes focused on him.

"Fuck you…you are nothing but a stupid fucking whore. You are a dirty little slut. You fuck every guy that you see. You are no better than I am. You are worse. You're scum. Goodbye and good fucking riddance."

He says walking out, leaving me with my thoughts and my little baby, growing steadily.

Nine weeks old.

Another 31 weeks and I'ma have myself a baby.

And now I finally get it - why everything's been happening lately, why I'm pregnant and why it's John's.

Coz things happen for a reason.