Ch 2

Authors Note: Hey, I hope everyone likes this story so far. I had it rated M for the first chapter but I decided to take it down to T. This is my favorite fic that I have written so far so I hope that ya'll like it too. Don't forget to hit that review button when your done!

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It was almost two months after Royal Rumble. Trish was spending her days off at my house since it was just that time right before Wrestlemania where everything gets crazy and she had a lot of appearances to make in the Baltimore area.

"Trish, do you want to go get breakfast with me? I am so hungry." I asked her as we both finished getting ready for the day.

"You've been hungry a lot lately." Trish teased as she stuck her tongue out at me. "Where were you thinking about going?"

"Well, I'm really craving an asiago cheese bagel right about now, so I was thinking about heading up to Panera." I told her as I took one last glance into the mirror to make sure I looked alright.

"Hold up, Stacy, have you been...late?" She asked me with a look of deep thought on her face. Why the heck was she asking me this?

"Actually, I did skip last month, and I haven't had it this month so... wait a second do you think I'm..." I trailed off. I couldn't possibly be, could I? These things just don't happen to people like me! I'm a good girl!

"You've been eating like a horse, and I know that's not the first craving that you've had since I've been over. It makes sense." She reasoned.

"Oh god Trish, what am I going to do?" I asked as I put my hand to my forehead.

"Let's go get you a test. And then you'll probably have to make a doctors appointment." Trish said as she threw her hair up quickly and walked over to me.

"Alright." I said as I nodded slowly and followed Trish out of the house and into my car, which she had the keys to. We got to the drug store and quickly slipped in a slipped out with our necessity.

"It's John's, isn't it?" Trish asked me as we neared my house.

"Look, we don't even know if I'm...yet." I responded as I looked out the window. God, I hadn't even thought about John. Things have been alright between us as of late, but how would he react if I am carrying his baby? Would he support me? Would he think I'm some slut? This is all too much.

"Come on, let's go get this over with." Trish said as we parked in front of my house. We got out and walked in. Trish handed me the bag with the pregnancy test in it and I walked into the bathroom. After a few minutes I walked out of the bathroom with the test in my hand.

"Will you look, I can't." I said as I handed it over to her.

"It's a pink line." She said as she looked from the test to the box.

"What does that mean?" I asked her.

"It means you're pregnant..." Trish said as she looked at me.

"Oh my god...Trish, I can't do this! I'm not ready to be a mom! I still have a life!" I said as I broke down in sobs.

"Shh...it's going to be ok." Trish said as she came over to me and wrapped me in a hug. What the hell was I going to do? And why the heck was I too stupid to not notice this before? "Stace, you're gunna have to go to the doctors and get checked out."

"You're right." I said as I began to pull myself together.

"I have an appearance to do in about an hour, so why don't you make the appointment and when I get back we can go, alright?" Trish said to me as she glanced at the time.

"Ok." I said as I stood up. A little while later Trish left and luckily I as able to get an appointment at the doctors a little after Trish was supposed to be done. I got ready and picked her up after she was done an head headed over to the doctors office. After sitting there for about an hour, she confirmed what me and Trish had discovered. I am pregnant. Trish drove back home because I was too shook up to do anything. I talked about it with Trish and I was going to let Vince know about it at Wrestlemania. I wasn't scheduled to do anything in the ring until then, so it should be alright.

"So umm...when are you going to tell John?" Trish asked me as she nibbled at her dinner. Oh god, I hadn't even thought about telling him.

"I dunno..." I said as I looked down at my plate of food. How the heck are you supposed to tell one of your best friends in the world that the one time that you slept together that you got pregnant?

"Well you have to tell him soon." She said as she looked up at me. I can't tell him now. Doing something like that over the phone just isn't right.

"I know." I said with a sigh. "I guess I'll tell him at Wrestlemania. That's the next time that I'll see him."

"I wish you would tell him sooner, that's like two weeks away. By then you'll be 3 months along." She responded.

"But I can't do it over the phone or anything. Trish, what the heck am I going to do? Me and John aren't even together! Yeah, I have a job now, but look at what happened to Dawn! As soon as she was letting people know about her baby Vince fired her, I can't let that happen to me! What the heck am I going to do? What if John doesn't want it!" I said as I broke down once again. Damn being pregnant.

"Aw, Stacy. I know this is going to be a hard time. But I'm going to be there for you. And I'm sure the other guys will be too. As for John, I'm sure he'll take responsibility. It's not like he's a bad guy or anything. We're going to get through this Stacy, I promise you." Trish said to me. God, what would I do if I didn't have Trish? I wouldn't even know about this whole thing if it wasn't for her.

"Trish?" I said as I wiped some tears from my face.

"What?" She asked me.

"Thanks." I responded.

"For what?" She asked with a confused look on her face.

"For everything. For being here through this. I don't know what I would do without you." I said as I started to cry again.

"Aw, don't worry about it Stace." She said as she came over to me and hugged me.

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Alright, one more rep and I'm done. Ooh yeah, that feels good, look at those guns. Gotta shower and then go home and watch the game. Sounds good. Ugh, is that my phone? Yeah it is.

"What's up?" I asked after I picked up the phone and noticed that it was just Stacy calling me. It's gunna be nice to see her again at Wrestlemania. Put the past behind us and just move on.

"Um...nothing really." She said with what sounded like a bit of a sniffle.

"You alright?" I asked her as I headed towards the locker room to take that shower. I better not have to go beat someone's ass for her.

"Uh...yeah..." She said with a bit of a sigh. Something's up. "I just wanted to see if you wanted to meet me in Chicago a day early."

"Well, I guess I can if you want me to. Is anyone else gunna be there?" I responded as I got to my locker and pulled out some clothes.

"Um...no. I just thought that we could use some...uh...alone time." She said almost hesitantly.

"Stace, something's up. Just tell me what it is." Stacy is never like this. She's always been that girl that's perky and upbeat and confidant about herself.

"Look...I can't right now. I have to go, I'll see you in a week." She said and hung up the phone. Do women always have to be so complicated? That's probably why I've never had a real relationship. It's always been a couple dates, we sleep together, and bam that's it. Yeah, women are crazy.

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Gosh, where is he? His plane landed like half an hour ago. Is that him? Yeah it is. Ok, we'll go to lunch and I'll tell him. This is gunna be fun.

"Hey Stace, what's going down?" He asked me as he came over to me and pulled me into a quick hug.

"Um...nothing really, you want to go get some lunch?" I said as I subconsciously placed my hand on my stomach. There was a bit of a bump there now.

"Yeah, I'm starving! There's this really good burger place not far from here, is that alright with you?" He asked me as we headed out the main doors of the airport.

"Yeah, that sounds good." In reality the thought of a hamburger made me nauseous. But hey, if he was gunna eat, he might as well enjoy some food before I tell him. We got into the cab and stopped off at the hotel real quick so John could check in and drop off his bags. Then we got back into the cab and reached what looked like a small diner. We got out and got a table. There wasn't many other people there. After our food got there, I thought I had better tell him.

"So, um, John, I wanted you to come here early because there's something that I have to tell you." I said as I nervously looked down at the table and played with the straw in my pop.

"Well why are you so nervous about it? It's not like you're pregnant or anything." He said as I stopped playing with the straw and all the color drained from my face.

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"Oh god, don't tell me..." She has GOT to be shitting me, right?

"I am." Stacy said as she quickly looked from her plate up to me, and then back down to her plate of food. I'm definitely not going to be eating any more.

"And you're sure that I'm the father?" I asked her. Maybe she's just telling me this. Maybe I'm not going to be a dad. Maybe...?

"Of course I am! Why the heck would I be telling you this if you weren't? I'm not some slut you know!" She said in a sudden outburst. Ok, I'll give it to her. I probably deserved that. But it's a little hard to be thinking straight when someone tells you that you knocked them up.

"I know, I'm sorry. But you could have told me sooner." I said as I looked over at her. Her silky blonde hair was hanging loosely around her face.

"I didn't want to tell you over the phone. This was the soonest that I was going to see you." She said as she continued to stare down at her plate of food.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Does anyone else know?" I asked her. People are just going to have a field day with this. I can picture it now, every website with the headline "WWE Champion and Stacy Keibler expecting a baby?". Sometimes I hate being in the public eye. Everyone has to know your shit before you do.

"Just Trish. I was going to tell Vince tomorrow, because, you know, I won't be able to work or anything..." Stacy trailed off. Just when things are actually starting to take off in my life, something like this has to happen. What are my parents going to say? What are the boys going to say? Fuck, I'm screwed. What the heck am I going to do? I'm not ready to be a dad. Me and Stacy aren't even together.

"So umm...when are you due?" I questioned.

"The end of October." She responded. Well, that still gives me a while to get things straightened out. "Look...I was thinking about...um...ending things, because it's...not too late yet..."

"No. Stacy, we both fucked up with this, but I'm not going to let you do that. I'll help you with everything. Just, don't do that." I said as I took one of her hands in mine.

"Ok" She said with a hint of a smile for the first time today. What the hell did I get myself into?