Warning... pure silliness ahead!

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Lilian frowned slightly, looking at the dress and shoes she was supposed to wear for Raw tonight… her Raw for the last time in awhile as she was preparing for her maternity leave.

"Hey, baby, are you okay?" Dave asked, seeing the down look on Lilian's face as he walked into the main area of their hotel room, drying his hair after a quick shower.

"Yeah… I guess so."

Dave frowned, following her gaze as she glanced at the dress yet again. "Did your wardrobe do something to upset you?"

Lilian glanced at him, a confused look on her face as she looked at Dave. "What?"

"Well, you're giving that dress an awfully dirty look," Dave pointed out, wrapping an arm across her shoulders. "So spill it."

Lilian sighed, shaking her head slightly. "I… it's stupid, Dave," she replied softly, turning her head away. "I just… that dress is gonna make me feel fat."

Dave chuckled, shaking his head. "Sweetie, you're six and a half months pregnant, you're supposed to be fat!" Lilian turned her head, the fierce look in her eyes immediately telling Dave he said the wrong thing. "Uh… not that you are fat… I mean, Lil, you're pregnant, of course you gained a little weight…" he stammered, trying to figure how to get himself out of the hole he was rapidly digging, "But you're not fat… not at all. You're just… uh…"

"Fat," Lilian supplied, crossing her arms across her chest. "There is no way I am wearing that dress tonight because everyone will be calling me fat!"

"Lil, come on, honey! I didn't mean to hurt your feelings!" Dave said pleadingly. "Come on, what can I do to make it up to you?"

Lilian grabbed her winter jacket, throwing Dave's at him as well, the big man easily catching it. "You can drive me to that maternity store we drove by on the way to the hotel so I can buy a new dress for the show tonight so I won't be so fat looking."

"Sweetie, is this really necessary?" Dave asked with a sigh, holding his coat loosely in his fingers as he watched Lilian paw through her wallet to find her credit card.

"Yes!" she all but growled, glaring at Dave.

"Okay, okay," Dave said, shrugging his coat on. "Damn pregnant woman hormones," he muttered as he did so.

"What was that, David?"

"Nothing, sweetie. Not a thing."

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Dave sat quietly, watching as Lilian left the maternity store triumphantly carrying two bags to the car. He watched as she opened the back door, hanging one of the bags on the handle by the door and carrying the other bag with her as she sat in the front next to Dave.

"Uh, sweetie, how many outfits did you buy?" Dave asked cautiously, taking in the sly smile Lilian was sporting.

"Just one," Lilian said smugly.

"Then… uh, why do you have two bags?" he continued warily. Lilian smirked, taking the item out of the bag. Dave frowned, looking at the package she was holding up. "A pregnancy suit?"

"Yes, Dave. A pregnancy suit."

"Uh… what's that for?"

"Well, see, I told the nice ladies in there that you called me fat-"

"Lilian, I didn't mean it that way!"

"-and they suggested that I buy this for you to wear so you know what it feels like to be carrying around an extra twenty pounds that you're not used to."

Dave blushed deeply, shaking his head. "Lilian, if you think I am wearing that thing…"

"Oh, you will wear it, David," Lilian said sweetly. "Because I'm challenging you to a bet."

"What kind of bet?" Dave asked skeptically, glancing between his wife and the pregnancy suit.

"I bet you that you can't wear the suit all night during Raw," Lilian said, crossing her arms across her chest.

"First of all, I have a match scheduled tonight and I'm sure that Vince won't like it if I'm wrestling with a pregnancy suit on," Dave pointed out. "Second of all, how will you know if I kept it on all night?"

Lilian rolled her eyes, staring at her husband for a long time before replying. "Of course you can take it off before you come out and wrestle. Second, I'll make sure that Trish and Lita and Steph keep an eye on you call night," she said smugly.

"I don't believe this," Dave stammered, shaking his head at the triumphant look on Lilian's face. "What's in it for me?"

"Well… how about the winner gets to choose the baby's name? Within reason, of course."

Dave thought for a second, glancing between the pregnancy suit and Lilian. "Okay, it's a deal," he finally said, inwardly cringing at the jokes he knew were going to fly the second anyone saw him in that suit.

Lilian grinned evilly, pulling the suit out of the package. "Good. Now put it on."

"Now?" Dave sputtered, his mouth dropping.

"Yes, now," Lilian mimicked, handing him the suit and laughing at the incredulous look on his face. "I'm making the rules of this bet, so put it on now."

Dave shook his head, accepting the suit and stepping out of the car so he could shed his shirt and put the suit on. "I don't believe this shit," he muttered, quickly pulling his shirt back over his head, stretching the material as far as possible over the lump now covering his stomach. He quickly got back in the car, looking over at Lilian as she giggled maniacally. "Lily… I feel ridiculous."

She merely continued giggling, managing to say, "Perfect!" Dave sighed, starting the car and heading toward the arena.

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Lilian laughed as Dave walked miserably next to her, his arms crossed over his stomach, trying to hide the fact that he, along with his wife, too looked six and a half months pregnant. "Lilian, I feel ridiculous," Dave hissed, unsuccessfully ignoring the fact that several stagehands were looking at him funny. "I can't do this."

"Hmm… I'm sure little Shaniqua Batista will enjoy her life growing up with a name like that," Lilian replied, shaking her head sorrowfully.

Dave glared down at her when she started laughing again. "Lilian Anne, there is no way you are naming my daughter Shaniqua," Dave warned. Shaking his head and forcing a smile towards a group of lower card wrestlers who started laughing hysterically at the sight of the couple, Dave looked down at Lilian's swollen belly. "You better appreciate this some day, kiddo," Dave told her stomach, briefly running a hand over the bump.

"Stop pouting. You'll get wrinkles," Lilian said with a smirk. "Besides, you can relax. We're at Evolution's locker room."

"Oh, that really makes me relax," Dave said sarcastically, opening the door to allow Lilian to enter ahead of him.

"Hey, Lil, Dave," Hunter said, looking over the top of the newspaper he was reading, his eyes widening as Dave sheepishly followed her in the room.

"Whoa… uh, Dave, is there something you need to tell us?" Ric asked, noticing Dave's 'pregnancy' at the same time as Hunter.

"Dude, you got fat all of a sudden," Randy said, covering his mouth with his hand as he started snickering.

"Uh… trust me when I tell you to never use the term 'fat' around a pregnant woman, Randy," Dave said, blushing deeply as Hunter took a picture of Dave in his pregnancy suit. "And if anyone ever sees that picture, I will personally kill you, Hunter."

"Uh huh, sure," Hunter teased. "You may hurt the baby."

Ric snorted at this, glancing at Lilian who was smiling triumphantly. "Let me guess… he said something wrong?"

"How did you know?" Lilian asked, surprised as she looked at the older man.

"Honey, I have three kids," Ric replied, affectionately ruffling the little blonde's hair. "I've worn a pregnancy suit before."

"Oh, did you ever wear it in front of your peers?" Dave asked hopefully, unconsciously running a hand over his stomach.

"Hell no!" Ric exclaimed. "Are you kidding me?"

Lilian snickered, smiling sweetly at Dave as she took the new dress he was holding from him. "I need to go change," Lilian said with a smile. "I'll be back soon. You'll let me know if he takes it off, right boys?"

"Oh, of course. I'd be glad to," Hunter replied, winking at Lilian.

"Good," the blonde replied. "I'll be back in a few."

After she left, Dave immediately made a move to tug off his shirt. "Whoa, what are you doing?" Randy asked.

"I'm getting this stupid fat suit off," Dave muttered, pulling his shirt over his head.

"Uh, uh, uh," Hunter teased, shaking his finger at the big man. "You heard Lilian."

"Hunter, you can't possibly be siding with her here," Dave asked desperately.

"Yes, I am… After all, I think it's quite funny."

"But… can't you just vouch for me? Say I wore it all night?"

"I don't think so. I've seen Lilian mad and I don't want that Latina temper turned on me."

Dave groaned, throwing his shirt over his shoulder and glaring down at his pregnant stomach. "This sucks."

"Hey, man, you want to take that thing off for a second?" Randy asked.

"You heard Hunter. He'll rat me out," Dave said, glaring at his older friend briefly before turning back to Randy.

"Can I try it on real quick?" Randy asked. "What?" he asked indignantly when his three Evolution teammates gave him a collective look. "I've always wondered what it's like to be pregnant."

"Dude, get a sex change then," Ric muttered, shaking his head at the youngest member.

"No… seriously. I wonder what women go through when they're pregnant," Randy admitted. "Quit giving me weird looks!" he exclaimed indignantly. "So can I try it on or not?"

"Well, Hunter's gonna rat me out," Dave said, looking at the leader of Evolution.

"Mmm… I think as long as I get a picture of Randy in the fat suit, Lilian doesn't have to know about this little moment," Hunter answered slowly.

"Deal," Dave said, shedding the pregnancy suit quickly and handing it to Randy. "Just hurry up. I don't want Lilian to walk in with me not having it on cause I will never hear the end of it."

"Okay," Randy said, ignoring Ric's hysterical laughing as he put on the pregnancy suit and pulled on a t-shirt as well. "Wow… this feels weird," Randy said slowly, placing his hands on his stomach. "I really feel like I'm pregnant! Do I look it?" he asked, turning to the side so they could see a side view as well.

"Yeah, you do," Hunter agreed, taking a picture of Randy. "Pose pretty!"

Randy struck a pose, looking as if he were a backup dancer for Madonna's Vogue video. It was at this moment that Lilian pushed the door open, Trish and Stephanie right behind her.

"Oh, my God!" Trish said, covering her mouth with her hand, but not in time for a loud giggle to escape.

"What in the world is going on here?" Stephanie asked, looking between her husband and Randy, who was now quickly trying to pull the pregnancy suit off.

"Um…" Hunter muttered, blushing deeply as he hid the camera behind his back. "Nothing."

"Oh, I SO won the bet," Lilian cried with a laugh. "You lost… after half an hour! That's sad, Dave."

"Please, Lily, give me another chance!" Dave said pleadingly, ignoring the fact that Trish was literally rolling around on the floor laughing. "Randy and Hunter put me up to it."

Lilian thought for a moment before looking at her husband. "Okay, I'll give you a second chance. But as long as I get a picture of Randy in the pregnancy suit," she finally relented.

"Okay," Dave replied, relieved. "Thank you," he added, kissing her forehead before taking the pregnancy suit back from a blushing Randy Orton.

The room as silent for a moment, before Stephanie spoke up again. "Could someone please explain to me what in the world is going on?"

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Lilian sighed, forcing the tears out of her eyes as she watched Chris Jericho and Rob Van Dam walk to the back after their match after the cameras stopped rolling. There was no post Raw dark match scheduled, meaning that this was really her last few moments with the fans before she took a six month maternity leave. She stood, carefully making her way up the steps so she could stand at the top and face the crowd. "Alright, guys," she began, bringing the microphone to her lips.

"As you all can tell, I am pregnant. And I'm telling you guys tonight that tonight will be my last show for awhile." She paused, laughing at the disappointed boos from the men in the crowd. "But I would like to thank you all here in Philly for making it a truly special night!"

The crowd cheered, the cheers quickly turning into a chant of, "Please don't go!" Lilian laughed, shaking her head as she brought the microphone to her lips again.

"I promise I'll be back," Lilian told them. "So for now, thank you and have a safe trip-"

Her sentence was cut off when Dave's music hit, and she turned slowly, holding the top rope of the ring for balance as she looked at the ramp, confused. She glanced at Mike Chioda, trying to figure out what was going on as the senior referee held open the ropes and gestured for the little blonde to enter and meet her husband in the ring.

Well… not just her grinning-from-ear-to-ear-despite-being-in-a-pregnancy-suit-in-front-of-thousands-of-fans husband… Hunter, Stephanie, Ric, Randy, Trish, Molly, Victoria, Gail, Ivory, Shelton, Chris Jericho, Rob Van Dam, Shane, Vince and Linda McMahon followed behind him, all entering the ring, Trish and Molly holding a large cake together.

Dave took the microphone, smiling down at his confused wife. "Well, surprise, baby," Dave told her with a laugh.

"Dave, what's going on?" Lilian asked, the microphone barely picking up her question.

"Well Lily, being as how it is your last show for awhile," Dave said, "We wanted to give you a proper sendoff."

"You didn't have to do that," Lilian protested, tears forming in her eyes at the nice gesture from her friends and colleagues.

"We wanted to," Vince spoke up with a small smile. "So congratulations, Lilian! We wish you the best and can't wait to see you back here in the ring!"

"Thank you," Lilian said with a grin, wiping away tears as she watched Trish and Molly begin cutting the cake. "I really appreciate it and can't wait to come back!"

The crowd cheered, silencing briefly when Dave spoke up again. "Oh… by the way, Lily?"

"Yeah?"

"Looks like I won the bet."

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End part 4.2