Unwelcome House Guest

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Trish asked. "Because, I mean, there are so many hotels in Miami and I could easily-"

"Nonsense," Dwayne said, pulling up in front of his magnificent Miami home. He placed his hand on Trish's stomach and looked at her. "My son is in here, remember?"

"Yes, I remember," she answered, placing her hand on top of his. "Our son is in here."

"Not for much longer, though."

"Yeah, one more month and he'll be out here with us."

"Which is why I can't allow you to stay in a hotel, especially not one here in Miami." He removed his hand from her stomach. "Hold on, I'll come around and open your door."

Always the gentleman, she thought. Before he could get out the door, she put a hand on his arm. "Does she know yet?"

"No," he said, looking away. "I've been avoiding it for a while."

"Have you even told her that I'm staying here for the next three days?"

"No. I don't need to ask for permission."

"It's a respect thing," she said, placing her hands on her stomach. "We've never even met, so how do you expect her to welcome me into her home?"

"Let me handle it. It'll be fine," he assured her. Instinctively, he gave her a light kiss on the forehead, then pulled back and touched her hair. "It'll be fine."

He came around and opened her door, then walked her to the front door. "Now remember, let me handle it." She nodded. He opened the door and yelled, Fred Flintstone-style, "Wilma! I'm hooome!"

"How many times do I have to tell you not to yell, Fred?" his wife called back in a teasing voice as she hurried down the stairs.

"Daddy!" his daughter Simone yelled excitedly as she jumped into his open arms. "You're home!"

"And Daddy brought a guest, too!" he said in a light voice as he hugged Simone. "See? It's Trish Stratus!"

His wife, Dany, came to a slow stop at the bottom of the stairs. Her eyes fell upon Trish, who was standing behind Rock, one hand on her belly and a shy smile on her face. Dany's smile disappeared right away.

Dwayne noticed his wife's hesitation to come down the stairs. He put Simone down and walked over to the stairs to meet his wife. "Hey, sweetheart, this is Trish Stratus. I'm sure you've seen her around on Raw," he said, giving her a hug.

Dany didn't return the hug. "Yeah, I've seen her. What's she doing here?" she asked in a low voice. She didn't want Trish to overhear.

"My friend Trish here is eight months pregnant, and I didn't think it would be a great idea for her to be in a hotel room all alone," he replied.

Dany looked over at Trish, down at her stomach. "Oh, what are you having?" she asked Trish, removing herself from her husband's embrace and walking over to Trish.

"I'm having a boy," Trish replied, placing her hands on her stomach.

"Is this your first child?" Dany asked.

"My first and last. Pregnancy is not something I've enjoyed," Trish said.

Dany smiled. "Oh, I feel you on that one. I remember how my pregnancy was. I was irritable and sick. Oh, it was crazy!"

"I'll just be glad when it's over next month," Trish said. "I think I never fully appreciated eating for one until I had to start eating for two."

Dwayne observed the women in his life. His wonderful wife. His beautiful daughter. And his...Trish. What am I thinking? Trish isn't...mine, he thought. He cleared his throat. "I'm going to go get our luggage and bring it inside," he said.

"Can I come with you, Daddy?" Simone asked.

"Sure. You know you're Daddy's little girl," he replied. He hoisted her up into his arms and they headed out the door.

Dany smiled sweetly and continued small talk with Trish until the front door closed. Then she looked at Trish with an angry expression on her face. "I don't know what Dwayne was thinking when he invited you here. He didn't even call to ask me. The time he gets off, those few precious days... They belong to me, him, and our daughter."

Trish's eyes got wide and she backed into the wall. "I'm sorry. I told him to ask first... But he said you would be ok with it."

"Well he lied!" Dany practically screamed. "So don't get comfortable here, bitch! Because I've seen the shit that you pull on TV. You're definitely an unwelcome house guest here!"

"I can... I can leave," Trish whispered.

Just then, the front door opened. Simone walked in, followed by Dwayne, who was carrying the luggage inside.

Dany smiled warmly at Trish, then walked over to her husband. "Let's give Trish the guest bedroom downstairs so she doesn't have to go through the trouble of walking up those stairs," she said.

"Great idea, honey," he replied. He and his daughter headed for the downstairs guest bedroom together.

When they disappeared down the hall, Dany turned back to Trish. "You get the downstairs guest bedroom so you can be closer to the door. Remember, you're not welcome here." She frowned, then headed down the hall in the direction Dwayne and Simone had headed.

Trish leaned against the wall, one hand on her stomach and one hand on her forehead. What the hell had Dwayne gotten her into?