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Chapter Sixty

"Steph? Stephanie, are you there?" Shawn asked repeatedly after he took note of the silence on the phone after he had told her about Paul.

It was taking her a few moments to pull herself together so that she could respond to Michaels. She really didn't want her raw emotions to spill out while she was on the phone with him. While he was a long time employee and family friend, she really didn't want him knowing her current emotional state. Maybe Paul was okay with him knowing all of his problems and private thoughts, but she wasn't. After all, he wasn't her best friend, he was her ex's; and therefore, there was a chance that anything she told him would make it back to Levesque.

Steph couldn't help but remember back to the previous month at the Night of Champions pay-per-view when Shawn had tried to talk to her about Paul's current emotional state. God, she should have listened to him. But no, she had been quick to say that Levesque wasn't her problem anymore. She felt so stupid for dismissing the conversation. Paul's psychological state was indeed her problem because it had led to her little daughter being hurt.

"Yeah, I'm here, Shawn. Listen, I'm sorry. I know I called you and that we are suppose to go over the storyline details, but I'm suddenly not feeling up to it. You see, I'm pregnant again, and I've been battling some pretty bad nausea so far into the pregnancy. Would you mind terribly if I just had one of my lead writers get in touch with you?"

"Oh, sure, no problem, honey, and congratulations on the pregnancy. Before I let you go, I also want to say that you guys are all in my prayers. I just hope that someday soon you, Kurt, and Paul can all be on the same page and be a family for your little ones. All children deserve to grow up in a happy healthy home."

Michaels words that were intended to be kind, almost caused Stephanie to lose control of her emotions before she could get him off the phone. Up until recently, she was confident that things were on the right track with her ex-husband's involvement in their daughter's life. How wrong she had been, and how sorry she was feeling now for her three year old. Aurora Rose deserved better. She deserved to have that complete, healthy, and secure family that Shawn had mentioned.

"Thanks Shawn, you take care. Bye." Steph quickly said back to be polite before she ended the call.

She carelessly tossed her Blackberry onto her kitchen table before bringing her hands up to her face. Her finger tips, she used to sweep away the tears that escaped from her eyes . Stephanie sighed anxiously, she felt helpless.

Meanwhile upstairs, Aurora Rose was waking up from her extremely short nap. She had had a much longer one during the car ride back home from Nashua, but she might have slept a little longer if not for noticing her mother's absence when she first opened her eyes.

Aurora rubbed her eyes and slid out of her big girl bed in search of her mother. She didn't like the fact that Mommy had left her in room. She was going to go find her so that she could hold her some more. The three year old loved her Mommy and was so happy that her mother had disproven the idea that baby Andrew was Mommy's favorite.

Aurora Rose held each one of the wooden spindles on her way down the stairs. Once she reached the last step, she hopped onto the wooden floor of the vestibule and immediately began to run down the hall toward the kitchen.

"Mommy!" Aurora shouted out in a pouty voice as she ran over to her mother and jumped into her lap.

"Hi honey, that was a quick little nap." Steph voiced back trying to sound completely normal so that her three year old wouldn't sense how upset she was.

"You weft me..." She whispered softly, wrapping her arms around her mother's neck while in her lap.

"I didn't leave you, sweetheart. You fell asleep so I laid you down and went downstairs to make a phone call. I would never leave my baby girl. Muah." Stephanie stated before giving her daughter a kiss and a tight squeeze.

"Ma-ma-ma!"

The sound of her one year old calling out to her turned Steph's attention to the hallway that lead into the living room. Baby Andrew was toddling in toward her and Aurora with a smile on his face. It was clear that Daddy Kurt wasn't doing that great of a job watching their son because here he was coming into the kitchen without his father following after him.

"Are you coming to see Mommy and your big sister, Aurora?" Steph gushed as she then lifted her son into her lap as soon as he approached her.

Being with her two children was enough to make her smile even after all the terrible shit she had just been dealt about her ex-husband. Seeing her son and daughter smiling and happy because they were with her, allowed her to take her mind off of it all.

"I love you two. My little angels." Steph whispered giving both of them kisses and hugs.

"I sorry I pushed baby brother, Mommy." Aurora confessed completely on her own volition.

"I know you are, sweetheart. And thank you for saying that you were sorry." replied Stephanie before giving her daughter another kiss and then turning to look at her little boy.

Steph's eyes narrowed slightly as they fixated on the small bruise on the side of her son's head. While she had seen the blemish on her baby's soft skin many times before since it happened days ago, it was now that she was viewing it in a different light. She remembered the circumstances to which her child had gotten the bruise, and now she was questioning the validity of it.

"Hey Aurora, do you remember how baby brother got the booboo on the side of his head?" She then asked her little girl knowing that the three year old had witnessed what had actually happened.

Aurora Rose blinked her eyes a few times. Her little mind turned while she decided if she wanted to tell her mommy the truth about how she had pushed the baby down. She was scared that her mother would be upset to know that she had hurt her baby brother.

"Did someone push Andrew into the table to make him get a booboo?" Steph then asked, making her question more specific to what she was driving at since her daughter didn't respond to the first question.

The three year old began to nod her head. She was telling her mommy the truth without even saying that it was her who did it.

Stephanie felt her anger begin to spike yet again. The way that her daughter had responded to her question confirmed what she feared. Paul had been the cause of her baby son falling into the glass coffee table. He had obviously lied to her face about it; lied with his child standing right there after she had witnessed it all. No wonder why Aurora thought it was okay to push Andrew down, she saw her father do it.

Enough was enough; she was done getting second hand information from those around her. She needed to go straight to the source and confront Paul with all of the disturbing information she had obtained.

He was probably at his house since he had just come back from visiting his family. She was going to have to get Kurt to watch the kids so she could go to him. That was going to be easier said than done because of how overprotective he was being with her. Since she was in her delicate pregnant state, he would surely not want her leaving the house. And God knew that she couldn't even hint at the fact that she was going to her ex's. He would want to know why and if he knew that he had been right about Levesque hurting their child, Angle would lose it and go after him himself.

"Hey babe, you mind watching the kids for a little bit?" Stephanie asked bringing her children back into the living room where Kurt was sitting on the couch playing with his phone.

Her request made him put his phone down on the sofa beside him and look up at her with a face that surely meant that he wanted her to elaborate on what she was planning on doing.

" I want to take a drive. I'm just need to get out of the house and get some relaxation. Not being able to work has made me like I'm stir crazy and after Aurora was acting up, I just need some peace and quiet. So will you watch them?" She asked again this time after she had given what she thought was a good enough explanation as to why she wanted to go out.

"Yeah, sure. I can do that for you, honey. You need to be relaxed, because we don't want to take any chances of you possibly miscarrying. Just take your cell with you and call me if you need anything, okay?"

"I will, and please, while I'm gone, stay off your phone; a three and one year old need your undivided attention." Steph requested still holding her one year old in her arms while her daughter went back to playing with her doll house.

"You got it, babe. No cell phone, only playtime. Let me see my little buddy."

Angle arose from the sofa with his arms extended for the baby to be handed over to him. Steph flashed a quick smile before giving him the child.

"Okay, I'll be back. I love you." Steph said, she was speaking to both her husband and her children.

"I go too, Mommy?" piped Aurora before Angle was able to reply with a 'love you too'.

"Nah, you're staying with me, Princess. You can pick out any movie you want to watch or I can read you and Andrew a book." Angle offered in an attempt to persuade the child to want to stay at home with him and her younger sibling.

"Yay! I wanna read Pink-a-wishus!" The three year old exclaimed before she ran and grabbed her hardcover book called, Pinkalicious, from her small bookshelf near her dollhouse.

"Hurry back, Mommy. We love you." Kurt told his wife as he sat down on the sofa with his son in his lap.

Steph then watched as Aurora came running over to her step-father and climbed up into his lap so that he could read the book to her and her little brother.

"Love you guys more." Steph said back before she left the living room and allowed her husband to work his magic of keeping both of her children pacified so that she could leave the house without anyone getting upset.

She glanced to make sure that her cell phone was indeed back inside her purse before she swung the handbag over her shoulder, grabbed her car keys, and then left the house through the garage. Steph wasted no time starting her Porsche up and backing it out into her driveway. And then, when it was time for her to put it in drive, she peeled out. She braked slightly before she swung out onto the back road after glancing in both directions to make sure it was safe.

It wasn't a far drive to her ex-husband's house. It was dusk when she pulled her Porsche Cayenne into his driveway. She focused her eyes on his spacious home where she could see illumination coming from some of the home's windows; that meant that he had to be home. Stephanie parked the small SUV right in front of his garage before she got out and ventured to his front door.

She raised an eyebrow and took a deep breath before bringing her hand to the doorbell to push the button causing a chime to echo through the home. She stood there waiting for what felt like forever. Maybe it was because she was so anxious to talk with him face to face. Steph began tapping her shoe impatiently on the slate stone porch. She then leaned forward and forcefully mashed in the door bell button repeatedly making the chimes go crazy on repeat.

"Whoever kept fucking with my doorbell, I'm going to kick you're-" Paul was hollering while opening his front door but immediately froze midsentence when he saw who it was who was standing on his front porch.

"Oh, hi, Steph. I thought you were some kids messing with me. What's up?" He asked with a smile in a much nicer voice.

The doorbell ringing had caused Levesque to get himself out of a hot shower. His muscular torso was still glistening with water, his hair was wet and slicked back like he had quickly ran his fingers through it, and his lower half was clothed by an open pair of jeans that he had obviously just thrown on to answer the door. He didn't even have any underwear on. His large frame took up most of the doorway. Paul made his muscles flex once, hoping that it was enough to get her attention.

"We need to talk. Can I come in?" She then asked looking directly into his hazel eyes and nowhere else.

"Yeah, sure." He said after a few seconds. Levesque was a little surprised that she hadn't even glanced at his manly physique that was on display right in front of her. He zipped up his jeans and moved out of the way so she could come in.

What was she doing over at his house without calling first? Wait, maybe she did try to call first. His cell phone had died earlier that day and he still couldn't figure out where he had put his charger when he had packed to come back from Nashua, hopefully he hadn't left it there.

Stephanie folded her arms in front of her chest before she entered the house. She stood in the vestibule, waiting for him to close the door behind her and then offer to lead her into his living room where they could discuss her reason for being there.

"Do you want a drink of water or juice or something?" He asked politely the moment she sat down on one of his sofas. She folded her legs after setting her handbag on his coffee table in front of her.

"No, I came over here to ask you about something serious, and I really hope that you will be completely honest with me." Steph began in an exhale.

She was going to do her best to stay completely calm and rational when approaching the reason for her visit. This, of course, was going to be no easy feat since the topic at hand had to do with endangering the welfare of her children both physically and mentally. She was growing increasingly concerned with how he was going to respond to her accusations.

Levesque narrowed his eyes before plopping down in the sofa that was directly across from the one that she was sitting on. He began to try and rack his brain, trying to figure out what the hell she could be there to discuss with him where she would think that he wouldn't be honest with her.

"Oh God, I can't believe I'm going to even say this out loud. I still can't believe it." She scoffed before she then started to get teary eyed. All the emotions that she had felt when she had spoken to Shawn were resurfacing.

The fact that Stephanie was having a hard time expressing to him why she was there and her getting emotional while trying to do so, really made Levesque wonder if she was about to finally divulge her feelings for him. Perhaps she was going to confide in him about how much she had subconsciously loved their kiss in the kitchen. Maybe she had kept thinking about it, even after being back together with her Olympic Wonder boy. God that would be great! But first things first, she had to say it all in her own words. He would help her get over her fear of telling him that she was still in love with him.

"What is it, Steph?" Paul asked sympathetically while reaching forward to touch her hands that were on her knees.

"Paul, I don't know any nice way to ask you this so I'm just going to ask you bluntly: Did you push my son off my living room sofa last month when you were over at my house?" Stephanie quickly retorted after jerking away from his touch.

At that moment, Paul felt his high hopes come crashing down into the cold hard reality of the situation. It was like he was being revisited by the sins of his past. How did she even know about that when it happened over a month ago? Why was it coming up now? Things had been going so well between them and now this?

He looked on at her speechless for a moment or so. Of course to him it felt like so much longer than that. He was trying to figure out what his best course of action would be. Should he lie and say that he didn't know what she was talking about? After all, no one else besides him and the baby were in the room when it happened. How the hell did she even know about it? This didn't make sense at all.

"What? Did I miss something? What are we talking about here?" Paul finally said. He was trying to get her to elaborate more on how she knew about the incident before he was willing to give her a definitive answer.

"Don't bullshit me, Paul. You know what I'm talking about. The day you were over visiting Aurora and Kurt had come back home early because Karen wasn't going to let him see his kids. Aurora and I were out on the back porch with Kurt and Andrew was left in the living room with you. He fell while you were in the room with him, and then you went home after. Kurt went on and on for the last month saying you had something to do with our baby falling. I told him that there was no way possible that you would ever hurt a child, let alone one of my children..." Steph explained as she started to really tear up.

Without saying a word back, Paul lowered his head in shame. Hearing her re-account for that fateful day really made him reflect on his past actions a month ago. He knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he would never do anything to harm baby Andrew now. But Steph hadn't asked him that. She wanted to know what he had done that day. He was guilty, no matter how much he didn't want to be, it wouldn't change it.

"You did push him, didn't you? Shawn told me that you had admitted it to him. Why would you do that? Why would you deliberately hurt my baby son?" sobbed Steph while the tears streamed down her face without her attempting to wipe them away.

Paul let out a deep breath before leaning over and putting his face in his hands. It was Shawn that had told her. His own best friend, Shawn Michaels, had sold him down the river by telling his ex-wife about something that was told to him in confidence. And why? How would that even come up in a conversation?

"Are you going to say something? At least own up to what you did! Only a fucking coward would hurt an innocent little baby!" Stephanie screamed out in anger.

"I'm so sorry, Steph. There's really no excuse I can give that will suffice for what I did. I-I told Shawn right after it happened because I felt so terrible. I was sitting there looking at the baby and when I looked at him all I saw was Angle. I thought back to how mad I was when I found out that the baby boy you were pregnant with wasn't mine. I lost it. And-and then I knew I couldn't bring myself to tell you what I did. I know it would be inexcusable because of how much your kids mean to you." Levesque explained in a voice of sincerity.

"You're right, there is no excuse for it! My one year old never did anything to you! If you were mad at me and Kurt, you should have taken it out on us, not him!" She sobbed before continuing:

" I can't believe you! My heart is literally breaking right now because I know that I entrusted you with my child multiple times while I was sick! I don't even want to think about it!" She cried placing her hands on the side of her head while she leaned forward and continued to weep. The thought that she had put her child into harm's way by leaving him in her ex-husband's care made her feel sick to her stomach.

"Steph, it's not like that. I swear to you. When I came over that first day I found you with morning sickness, I looked down at the little boy, right in his blue eyes, and you know what I saw? I saw you and from that moment on, I knew that I could love that little boy because he was a part of you." Levesque whispered in a raspy voice now looking at her while he spoke.

He was fighting back tears of his own. It killed him seeing Stephanie in tears and knowing that he was the cause of it.

"And I'm suppose to believe that when Andy took a header into the glass coffee table during your watch on Monday? I even asked our daughter, she said he was pushed into the glass! Are you going to try and deny it? You want to call our three year old a liar, Paul?" She quickly retorted folding her arms in front of her to show her lack of trust in his words.

"You got to be kidding me! Aurora was the one who pushed the kid! She shoved him because he had had a hold of the drawing she made for you. It happened before I could even react. I told you he tripped over his toys because I didn't want to get Aurora into trouble!" Levesque explained giving her the complete truth of what had happened.

"And I'm suppose to believe that you admitted to me that you shoved him off of the sofa a month before. You've lied to me so much, Paul, I don't think I can even trust you..."

"Aurora didn't say that I did it, though, right? All she agreed to was that he was pushed. I'm telling you, Steph. I swear on all I hold sacred that I didn't push the baby into the coffee table! Our three year old did it because she's going through some sibling rivalry phase or something!" He explained further raising his voice as if he was hoping that doing so would make what he was saying get through to her better.

"Sibling rivalry?" She asked in a loud booming voice similar to her father's. She got up from the couch and stood over him before continuing.

"I think you should be able to tell me all about the sibling rivalry between our three year old and my one year old because according to Aurora, that's your fault too! Aurora told me in tears that you told her that Andrew was taking me away from her, that I wasn't going to give her love and attention anymore? She told me that you told her about my almost miscarriage and made her not want the new baby! Paul, how the fuck do you justify saying all of that to our child? Do you have any idea how psychologically damaging that is to do, not to mention hurtful? Explain this one to me, Paul! This I have to hear!" She scoffed while she tucked her hair behind her ears.

Leveque didn't want to say anything in reply, because he knew that nothing he could say could possibly make up for all she had just said. It was all true. In his anger and jealousy with Stephanie and Kurt's new life together, he had allowed himself to lose sight of what should have been most precious and important to him: his daughter. He knew that now, and was trying to make a mends for his past actions on his own, but now his ex-wife knew about all of it.

"I'm sorry, Steph...I'm so sorry. You were right about all those things I said to Aurora. I never should have, because I love our daughter more than life itself. I said a lot of that in anger-"

"Anger Paul, really? Do you know how many times I wanted to curse your name aloud but I didn't because our daughter was there with me? I would NEVER do that because I wouldn't want to hurt my child!" Steph screamed pointing her finger down at him as she spoke.

"You don't know how hard I've been trying to make things right with you! I've been busting my ass trying to be that man that you fell in love with! I bent over backwards to help you when you were sick, hell Steph, I even took you to the hospital so you didn't lose that unborn baby!" Levesque finally yelled back getting up from his seat. He pointed right at her abdomen when he mentioned her and Angle's unborn child.

"Yes and-"

"Be quite, it's my turn to talk now, damn it! I put up with your father and your new piece of shit husband when all I wanted to do was pummel their asses for taking you away from me! I'm not perfect, Steph, but guess what, neither are you!"

"Kurt and my father didn't take me away from you, I chose to leave you! I love Kurt! And you're right, I'm not perfect and neither is Kurt, but what we have is real! And say what you want about his past relationship or his addiction to painkillers, but I know he would never EVER hurt Aurora like you have, neither physically or emotionally!" She screamed in his face before moving back to his point about his good deeds:

"And we can talk about what you did for me when I was sick, and I appreciated it, Paul, I told you then I did. But from what I know now about what you were up to behind my back, I think you were doing all of it in your own sick and twisted attempt to make me feel sorry for divorcing you! And I'll tell you right now, you will never make me sorry I left you for Kurt!" She admitted with a sneer sticking her chin out as she spoke the words that she knew would cut him to the quick.

Levesque just stood there with his mouth parted open slightly. His bearded jaw was quivering as his hazel eyes sparkled with tears that were forming in them. He felt like he was being knifed repeatedly in the heart without any relief. He had taken verbal tongue lashings before but none of them compared to this; being delivered such devastating blows from the woman he thought was the love of his life.

He had thought for a moment about bringing up their kiss in the kitchen, or the one he gave her while she was mostly asleep. She also didn't even know that he had she had cuddled with him in her and Angle's bed one of the nights he had slept over. But would telling her about all of those things really change anything? No, it would make it that much worse. Stephanie already believed that his personal growth as a man and a father was simply a ruse to win her back; that was so hurtful to him.

"Steph...please, give me a chance to make all of this right." He whispered as the fresh tears began to flow down his cheeks. He felt like his life was on the line, as if her reply to his plea would be the deciding factor of whether or not he would enjoy the rest of his life or not.

"No...it was bad enough when you put me through an affair, a miscarriage, and a divorce, but when you start putting my babies through hell, I can't forgive and forget that. For so long I had faith in you to be the daddy that Aurora Rose deserved, but that's gone now. I want Kurt to raise her with me. I think that's the best thing for her." Stephanie whispered back before sniffing back her congestion as she walked over and grabbed her hand bag.

As she started to walk out of his living room to leave through the front door, Paul moved to cut her off. There was no way he was just going to stand there without trying to do or say something to keep all of this from happening.

"Steph..." He cried while at the same time he caught her hand with his and turned her back to look at him.

"I don't want to know you anymore, Paul Michael Levesque." She muttered back with a cold stare before then freeing her hand from his grasp.

She had delivered the final and fatal blow to his heart. Levesque sank to his knees on the plush carpet floor when he heard the sound of his front door opening and then slamming shut. Paul began to sob aloud like a baby as he rocked back and forth. He had tried so hard to change for Stephanie and their daughter, but his past sins had caught back up to him. It was so hard for him to take. He had come so far with building up his relationship with his little girl, that the thought of not being able to be in her life anymore, was too terrible to even imagine.