That night Whitney decided to call and let her father know that she needed to have surgery and that it was nothing to worry about. Whitney dialed the number and waited for someone to answer the phone. The other line rang six times and Whitney was about to hang up the phone, when her father answered the phone.

"Hello?" said Michael as he picked up the phone.

"Hi daddy. It's me." replied Whitney.

"Hi sweetheart. What's with the phone call? I'll see you in a couple days when I pick you up at the airport." said Michael.

"About that dad, umm there's no easy way to tell you this but I…" was all Whitney got out when Michael cut her off.

"You and Randy got married and now you're pregnant and you need your mom and I to help plan for the birth, right?" said Michael.

"What? no Dad, Randy and I broke up last year. What I was calling to tell you is that I have to have knee surgery, and it's nothing for you and mom to worry about." replied Whitney.

"What did you do to have to have knee surgery?" asked Michael as he wife walked over to him.

"Who has to have knee surgery?" asked Margaret.

"Whitney." replied Michael.

"What?" asked Whitney thinking that her father said her name to her attention.

"Oh I was talking to your mom. She heard me ask about why you have to have knee surgery and she didn't know I was talking to you." replied Michael.

"Oh ok. Umm… the reason that I have to have surgery is because I tore a ligament and the doctor wants to fix it instead of letting it heal its self." said Whitney.

"Oh. So when are you coming home?" asked Michael.

"Probably in a few days. I go into surgery tomorrow morning. Oh by the way, I have bad news." responded Whitney.

"What's that?" asked Michael.

"Umm.. Gracie lost the baby in a fight that should have never happened if it wasn't for me." answered Whitney.

"Honey, what do you mean?" asked Michael.

"I have a guy friend, who is very protective of me now that he's knows that Randy is basically is torturing me with his presence, well after Chris took me to the trainers office, my friend met us there after he did what he had to and we all walked back to my locker room and Randy was in and refused to leave. I started to yell which caused Jay and Grace to show up and when Randy told Jay that he didn't have to leave, my friend was gonna force him out and Randy punched him and Grace tried to get out of way, somehow I got pushed into her and I landed on her stomach." explained Whitney as she started to cry.

"Sweetheart, it was an accident and it wasn't your fault." replied Michael.

"I know but I feel like it is. Dad, since the surgery is tomorrow, I think I should go and get some sleep. So tell mom I love her and I love you." responded Whitney.

"OK, sweetie talk to you in a few days and we love you too. Bye." said Michael.

"Bye." said Whitney as she hung up her phone.

After Whitney hung up her phone, she realized just how much she missed her parents because she didn't want to get off the phone with her dad. Lost in her thoughts, Whitney didn't hear Dave and Jay walk up behind her. Jay tapped her on shoulder and when she turned around, he saw that she had either been crying or was on the verge of crying.

"What's wrong?" asked Jay.

"Nothing. I just talked to my dad and I miss him and my mom that's all." replied Whitney.

"OK if you say so." responded Jay.

"Yeah, I say so. Why are you two here?" said Whitney.

"Looking for you honey." replied Dave.

"Chris is in with Grace and he was looking for you. So Dave and I came to look for you." said Jay.

"Well I haven't gone anywhere. What did Chris want?" replied Whitney.

"To kick ass for making him take you to the trainers. I'm just kidding, he just wanted to talk to you, that's all." responded Jay.

"What about, I wonder." commented Whitney as they walked towards Grace's room talking the whole way.

"OK, you were looking for me. What do you wanna talk about?" said Whitney when she walked into Grace's room.

"Did you have a doctor check out your knee?" asked Chris getting up from the chair he was sitting in and going over to his sister.

"Yeah, I have to have surgery. I tore a ligament in my knee." replied Whitney.

"So how long are you gonna be out of action?" asked Chris.

Before Whitney could answer Jay piped in and said, "When he asked that I think he means in-ring action, not out of ring action."

"Shit-head. FYI I haven't had any out of action in a year. Chris, I'll be out two, three months and before you ask I called dad and let him know what happened." said Whitney.

"Damn no sex for a year. We need to get you laid." commented Jay.

"Jay, not everybody needs to have sex to be happy. I'm content with the way my life is going." said Whitney.

"What about me?" asked Dave.

"What about you?" replied Whitney.

"Are you content with me?" asked Dave.

"Right now, yeah I am. Maybe when we're together a little longer I'll be happier." answered Whitney.

Whitney started to yawn and Dave told her that she needed to get some sleep since she was going to have surgery the next morning. Whitney said night to everyone and went to the hospital room that was in before and laid down when the nurse came in.

"I just came in to see if you needed anything to help you get to sleep." said the nurse.

"No thank you." replied Whitney.

"OK, get some sleep and tomorrow morning I'll come in and get you ready for surgery." said the nurse as she left.

Whitney looked at Dave and asked, "Will you stay until I have to go into surgery?"

"Yeah, I'm not going to go anywhere. Is there anything I can do to help you get to sleep?" replied Dave.

"Yeah, you think you can lay with me?" said Whitney.

"Sure, sweetheart." replied Dave as he crawled into the bed.