The Truth Revealed

"Hey Trish, are you settled in ok?" Dwayne asked, entering the guest bedroom that Trish was staying in. He looked over at her sitting on the bed and noticed that she looked a little upset. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Trish answered, deciding not to mention the altercation she'd had with Dany a little while after they had arrived nearly two hours ago. "I'm fine."

"No, you're not," he said. He looked out into the hallway, then closed the door and locked it. He hurried over to her and sat next to her on the bed. "Are you depressed? Are you in some kind of physical pain?" he asked worriedly.

"No," she replied. "You don't have to be concerned about me."

"I do. You're the mother of my child," he reminded her. He placed his hand on her stomach, feeling it through her shirt. "Our son is in there. I worry about him and you."

"You don't have to worry about us. We're perfectly fine, and we would've been equally fine if you'd just let me stay at a hotel," she snapped.

"Ooh, you're not in a good mood. Want to tell me what's wrong?" he asked, concerned.

"I... I get the feeling that Dany doesn't want me here," she said slowly. "And I can totally understand where she's coming from. What woman who has a husband as sexy as you wants her husband to bring home another woman on one of his few days off? And a pregnant one at that?"

"How do you know whether or not she wants you here?"

"I just have a strong...feeling," she said, still not mentioning what had happened between the two of them earlier. "I just really feel like I'm encroaching or trespassing or something."

"It's nothing like that. You're very welcome here," he assured her, leaning over to kiss her. The kiss lasted for a while, and then he pulled back after kissing her cheek. He stood up and looked down at her. "I'm going to make sure that dinner is about ready. Do you have any special requests or anything?"

"No, none," she said, two fingers gently pressing against her lips as she tried to memorize the kiss that they had just shared. She looked away from him, down at the plush carpet on the floor. "So when do I need to come for dinner? Is there a specific time?"

"I'll come get you when it's time," he said, heading for the door. "It should be soon... Do you need anything else before I leave?"

"A hotel room on the other side of town," she cracked.

"Nice try, Trish, but no. I'm not letting you or my son stay in a hotel without me," he said seriously.

"Well, it was worth a try," she said with a sigh as he slipped out of the room. She thought about unpacking, but then decided not to as memories of the things Dany had said to her earlier flashed through her mind. She was an unwelcome house guest. Dany didn't want her there, and it was obvious. Trish didn't exactly want to be there, either, but Dwayne hadn't really given her much of a choice. It seemed as though he was hell-bent on her being as close as possible...

"So, what's on the menu for dinner, baby?" Dwayne asked as he walked into the kitchen.

Dany had been leaning against the island in the middle of the kitchen talking on the phone, but when he walked into the kitchen and addressed her, she quickly ended her call. Putting the phone down, she stood up straight and looked at her husband. "What did you say?"

"I just wanted to know that you were cooking for dinner tonight," he replied, walking over to stand next to her.

"I'm not cooking, I'm ordering out. Pizza," she said simply.

"Are you serious?" he asked incredulously. "Pizza?"

"Yeah, I'm ordering pizza," she said with a shrug. "Why is that so surprising to you?"

"Usually when I come home, you always have a nice home-cooked meal prepared for me by dinnertime," he pointed out. "It's been our tradition for years now."

"It has, I agree, but you know what hasn't been a tradition? You bringing home sluts from work who got knocked up because they bang a different guy in every single city they travel to," she said menacingly.

"Trish isn't a slut, and she doesn't sleep around," he said, feeling the need to defend her. "She's nothing like those other so-called 'divas' in the company."

"And how do you know? You and her aren't even friends!"

"Yes, we are. She and I are good friends, and whether you know it or not, we travel from city to city together."

"You two travel together?" she repeated, and he nodded. "Well, that's news to me! Why didn't you mention it before?"

"Because I didn't feel the need to mention it," he said with a shrug. "If you didn't see, she's pregnant. She needs someone to be there for her, to make sure that everything with her pregnancy goes smoothly.

"That's not your job," she said, shaking her head. "That's the baby's father's job...and where the hell is he, by the way?"

He didn't know how to answer that question, and for obvious reasons. He was the baby's father, but here was no way he could possibly tell her something like that. He knew she would most definitely freak out and go after Trish, and that was the last thing any of them needed, really...

"Oh, you can't answer," she said smugly. "Does that mean that she doesn't know who the father of her child is? If so, well, I think that's funny. She really is a slut."

"She's not a slut," he said quietly. "She knows who the father of her child is, and I know it, too."

"Then why don't you prove it and tell me?"

He contemplated that for every bit of three seconds before shaking his head from side to side. "No, I'm not going to be the one to tell you, not unless Trish gives me the ok to do so. It's really...don't take this the wrong way...but it's really none of your business."

"None of my business?" she repeated. She was just about to say something else when the doorbell rang. "That must be the pizza delivery guy. I'll pay for the pizza. You go tell Simone and the blond slut that dinner's here."

"She's not a slut," he argued in a low voice, but by then he was only talking to himself. He went to Simone's bedroom upstairs first and picked her up for dinner. He gave her a piggy-back ride downstairs and decided to have a little conversation with his little one. "Do you want a little brother, Simone?"

"A baby?" Simone asked in her adorable little voice.

"Yes, a baby," he replied, heading for the room Trish was staying in. "Do you want one?"

"Can I hold it?" she asked curiously.

"I'm sure you will...someday," he said, stopping in front of Trish's door. He crouched down and his daughter hopped off his back. "You go on into the kitchen, your mom should be in there already," he instructed her. He watched her skip down the hall, wondering where she got her boundless supply of energy from, but then he turned back to the closed door and knocked lightly.

"Come in," Trish called. She was still sitting on the edge of the bed, staring off into space and wondering what her life would currently be like if she'd never gone to Dwayne on the night of his in-ring return and told him the way she really felt about him. Would they have ever gotten together and shared such a wonderful night? She doubted it, because it had been obvious that night that he'd had feelings for her that he never would've acted on. Would she be pregnant with some other man's child? She doubted that, too, because she'd never really been one to sleep around with guys that she didn't care for, and she didn't care for any other guy except for him, really. Would she be feeling so threatened by Dany? No way in hell, because she knew that if she wasn't pregnant, she could kick Dany's ass to hell and back...

"What are you thinking about?" he asked, leaning in the doorway but not bothering to come in all the way just yet.

"Just thinking and wondering about how different my life could be right now if we hadn't...well, you know, a couple of months ago," she replied.

"Do you regret it?" he asked, brows furrowing. "Because I don't regret it, I don't regret it at all."

"Even though I'm pregnant with your child and you're already married with a child?" she asked, looking over at him.

"See, that's only one bad thing out of a whole array of good things," he said, still leaning in the doorway.

She sighed. "You've got a family already... I should've just aborted the baby when I found out about it... It wasn't too late then."

"And then I would've been really pissed at you for doing that," he said shortly. "It wouldn't have been fair for you to make that decision alone, seeing as that's my baby, too."

"It's your what?" came a shrill voice from in the hallway behind him.

He whirled around and came face to face with his wife, who was looking angrier by the second. He decided to just play dumb and find out just how much of the conversation she'd heard. "Oh, hey baby, how long have you been standing there?" he asked casually.

"Long enough," Dany replied, looking at him with tear-filled eyes. "So she's carrying your son, huh?"

He couldn't lie to her since she'd already heard the truth. "Yes," he said, taking a deep breath. "I know you're upset now, and you have every right to be, but if we could just talk about it..."

"I don't want to talk about it. I want to get my hands on her!" Dany exclaimed, and before Dwayne could even comprehend what she was doing, she had pushed her way into the room and stalked over to Trish. She stood there for a minute, looking down at Trish.

Trish covered her stomach protectively. "You can hate me because I know what Dwayne and I did was wrong...but don't hurt my baby," she whispered.

"You're just the type of woman I thought you were... A no-good little slut," Dany spat, and then she slapped Trish hard across the face. Trish reached to put her hands up to her face, and that was when Dany took advantage of the position she was in and punched the blonde woman right in the stomach.

"Dwayne," Trish whimpered, clutching her stomach. "Why are you just standing there?"

"Yes, honey, why are you just standing there? Your little bitch is in pain, if you haven't noticed," Dany said, grinning a little, but the tears were still falling.

"You... You just assaulted a pregnant woman!" Dwayne said, finally getting over the shock of what his wife had just done. "My baby's in there, and you just punched her in the stomach!"

"So what? She deserved it," Dany said angrily. "She deserved it!"

"Move out of the way," he said, hurrying over to the bed. He leaned over Trish, trying to make sure she was ok. "I'm going to call an ambulance, ok? I don't want to take any chances..."

"Ok," Trish said quietly, taking deep breaths and clutching her stomach. If anything happened to their baby, she didn't know what she would do...

A/N: I'm SO sorry for the long wait, guys. My inspiration for this story went right out the window when I started in on the whole Jericho/Steph thing. Again, I'm so sorry, and I don't know when the next update will be...