Emylee woke up hurting in every sense of the word. Mentally, Physically, and was damn hungry all the sudden. Looking around, hoping that last night was nightmare, but it wasn't. Layla came out the bathroom, and saw Emylee up and awake.

"Hey, your turn."

She nodded and got up to get going. She had things to do, and had a feeling about something, and needed to check.

Layla walked out her room, letting Emylee have her space. She thought she would be the one to take Dave off the market, hopefully that remained true, until she saw what, more like whom, walked out of his room. Sneaking back around the corner, she saw Melina come out of the room. She grinned at Dave, and he seemed friendly with her. Why she didn't know, but Emylee needed to know about her man.

Why he talked to Melina in the first place, was a mystery to him. Nothing in common, and the bitch tried to take his girl's championship away from her. Then he saw her crying at the bar last night. Steph watched Anna for him while he needed to think about what was going on with Emylee.

"What are you doing here? Mirror finally crack", she asked.

"No, smart ass, need to un wind. Why are you here, Johnny find something better with the new diva batch."

"No, he wants me to stay home. He wants to give it all up 'I'm getting old' he says."

"Funny, I just had the same argument about growing up with her."

That's where the common ground started. She actually was interesting, and a good person. Why she wore the Bitch attitude for a costume for was beyond him. All night, they talked, laughed, and thought about their loved ones, and what to do. Which led them to his room, all night.

He escorted her out, shirtless, and she looked unraveled. Though, nothing happen in his eyes, she thought something was there. Definitely, something to explore.

"Thanks for listening."

"No problem, seriously, you should expose the real Melina to everyone."

"I'll think about it."

Melina saw Layla out the corner of eye. She quickly thought about being the nice woman, or being the new squeeze. She kissed Dave on the cheek, and left grinning. Screw Emylee, she was moving in, and getting Amanda to take her spawn back.

"You have a minute?"

"Yeah Steph, what you need?"

"Keep it to yourself."

"What? Emylee deserves to know what a dog he is!"

"No, she deserves to go back and be a family with him, and were gonna help with that."

"Alright, if she finds out….."

"My ass is grass."

The two walked off plotting to reunite the two.

Though Steph and Randy weren't speaking behind doors, they had a different picture for everyone else sitting downstairs. Business was business, and Randy knew that. Stephanie walked in with Layla. She had some news for Mr. Orton, it was something she needed to do face to face.

After the argument, she felt like something was off. Not sick, just weird. Going to the near by hospital, she was indeed pregnant. Happy as hell, she wanted to tell him. Then thinking, they needed to talk first. She wanted to tell him about her problem of being in control, and needed him to know she was being a jackass.

She called him, and asked to meet in lobby, alone. It was time for her to grow up, and be mature about their marriage. They were going to be responsible for another person's life, and they needed to be a team. She also needed her to help with Em's situation with Dave, because soon enough, it would around the company of what happened, or didn't happen.

There he was, sitting with a five o'clock shadow that she loved so much. He looked tired and stressed out. Smoking a cigarette, he walked back into the lobby to see her standing and waiting. It was like they re-discovered each other all over again.

"I'm so sorry", they said at the same time.

"Go ahead", he grinned.

"Listen, I'm so used to taking control of things, and I thought I could control this too. I can't, and I took it out on you, I'm sorry about blaming you as if it was your fault."

"I wasn't helping much either. I just thought it would be easy, since it one of our past times."

Both grinning, he continued.

"To think, it took some work on both of our parts, and us to be not like our parents, and just have kids, I got frustrated."

As she was ready to tell him, she heard screaming, and crashes coming from the dining area. Trish ran to get her and Randy.

"Hurry, Emylee is beating the shit out of Melina!"

The three ran back, to see Emylee slamming her head into the floor, and Melina trying to get her off of her. Paul pulled Emylee off, and Dave pulled Melina up.

"FUCK BOTH OF YOU, YOU WANT HIM, TAKE HIM, I DON'T GIVE A FUCK ANYMORE!"

She pulled away from Paul, and walked away. Stephanie gave Randy the pleading look, and he nodded towards Emylee. He walked in to find out what happened.

"What in the blue hell did you say to her?"

"Does it matter? She attacked me!"

"Melina, I gonna say something once, and one time only. You're a bitch, and everyone knows it, so yes, it does matter, now what did you say?", he whispered.

She looked up at Dave, and grinned. He wasn't happy, and now saw exactly who she was. She was out for herself, no one else. Maybe that's why John was losing interest, and left to another show.

"I told her the new tattoo that Dave got on him, for her, was fabulous."

"I guess my statement of you being a bitch now became a fact."

"What the hell??"

"Either I tell Vince about this, or Emylee can beat your ass, and we'll turn the other cheek. What do you think Paul?"

"I don't know, I think a chick beating another chick is hot, I wouldn't say anything."

"Dave?"

He eyed her and talked lowly enough for the six of them to hear.

"You better be glad your female."

Walking away, he needed to find Emylee, and explain everything.

"Have your stuff ready in thirty minutes".

She puffed all the way back to her room. She knew at the very least, this would take her out of the women's champ running.

Stephanie banged on Emylee's door. Amanda and Adrianna came walking by.

"What's going on now? Princess pouting over the wrong water?"

"None of your business. Dave is on his way up, wait for him there, and if he wants to tell you he will."

Amanda grinned and walked away with Anna towards Dave's room. Stephanie continued to pound at Emylee's door.

Inside, she called Shane.

"I can't be here anymore. Give the belt away to one of the other divas. I can't do it. I'll work from home, or move, or something."

"Em, I'll hide you here. Come to New York, I have an apartment here when I want to be alone. No one knows about it other than Dad. We'll discuss your arrangements later, just don't quit the legal aspects, ok?"

"Alright, but I need to go."

"The family plane is there, I'll tell dad, I gotta come back there tonight anyway. Just breathe ok?"

"Thanks, I owe you so much."

"No you don't, just calm down and be safe."

Hanging up, she was done packing, and opened up the door. Stephanie tried talking to her, and wanted to help. She wanted to talk to her about her news. Emylee held up her hand.

"Don't. I don't want to know, we'll talk after I'm gone."

"What? Wait, where are you going?"

Trish, John, Randy, and Dave were waiting for her at the end of the hall.

"I'm done with it all, you understand. I didn't sign up for this shit. I'm leaving."

"What about us? What about Anna?"

She walked up to Dave, and smack heard around the world rang out that day.

"You should have thought about that, after acting like I wasn't around, and then go solve you're problems with the same bitch who tried to kick my ass. I love ya'll, but I'm done. Don't call, don't come after me, you won't find me. Just leave me be."

Wiping the tears with back of her hands, she entered the elevator, with everyone watching her walk away from it all. Friends, family, and the love of her life.