One Time Is All It Takes

Dwayne was at Trish's locker room in no time flat. He knocked lightly on the door, resisting the urge to rip the door from its hinges. Instead, he waited patiently for Trish to come to the door and tried not to go insane.

Trish opened the door and nearly jumped out of her skin. Quickly, she gathered her bearings and smiled up at him. "Back for round two?" she asked smoothly.

"Tell me it isn't true," he said, looking pointedly at her stomach.

"What are you talking about?" she asked, feigning ignorance.

"What Vince said. Are you p...p... Are you?" he asked. Maybe if I don't say the word "pregnant" then it won't be true.

"Am I what?" she asked, never missing a beat. "Am I pretty? If that's your question, then I have a question of my own. Do you need glasses?"

"The Rock doesn't need glasses," he said. "The Rock has perfect vision."

"Then why are you asking me if I'm pretty?" she asked, hoping that she had successfully changed the subject.

He scratched his head, confused. Then he realized what she was trying to do. "You can't change the subject. I need to know," he said.

She gave a heavy sigh. "Come on in then. I don't think we need to be discussing this outside."

"Oh God, there's something to discuss?" he asked, walking into the locker room and shutting the door behind them. "Can't we just pretend there's nothing to discuss?"

"That won't change the situation," she said, sitting down and putting her hand to her slightly plump stomach.

"Tell me you have some kind of stomach flu or something," he said desperately.

"Sorry, I don't have a stomach flu," she replied, looking away.

"Then it's true?" he asked, looking at her.

She nodded silently.

"Were you going to tell me or were you just going to, I don't know, have it and never let me know that I had another child?" he asked curiously. "I find it pretty screwed up that I had to find out from Vince."

"I just found out yesterday. I was going to tell you, really. I'm only three months along."

"Three months? Have you been with anyone else since...since we..." He was trying to find a nice way to ask her if she'd been fooling around with other guys.

"Are you implying that I'm some kind of slut?" she asked, looking at him.

"I wish you were, but I know you're not. So you're three months pregnant, and it's mine."

"Correct," she said. "So, um... Do you want me to get rid of it?"

"Are you crazy? I would never ask you to do something like that!" he exclaimed angrily. "I mean, what kind of man do you take me for?"

"A married one with a family," she said miserably. "I don't want to ruin your life, but if I have this baby, your life will be ruined."

"You didn't exactly create it alone," he said, leaning back on the couch and closing his eyes. "That night we shared was incredible... And we both enjoyed it, am I right?"

"You've never been more right," she answered, staring at his beautiful, even features. She wondered if their child would look more like him or more like her...

"I've thought about that night almost every day in the last three months."

"So have I. It was one of the best experiences I've ever had..."

"Same here."

"I thought life was going great, you know? And then it threw me this curveball."

"Life works in funny ways," he said, suddenly sitting up. "Do you know how long it took for my wife to get pregnant with our daughter? Like, forever. Then you and I share just one night of passion, just one, and look what happened."

"One time is all it takes," she pointed out.

"Yep," he agreed sadly. "One time is all it takes."