Stephanie sat at her desk, twirling her pen in her hands, looking through her glasses at the papers scattered in front of her. Sitting across from her was Mindy, who was glancing around the office at the various documents, awards, wrestling posters and pictures around the room, while her boss was reading. "Well," Stephanie said, reading the last line, "I don't think that there won't be any problem fitting you in the storyline," she said as Mindy looked up. "All we have to do is go over some minor details, send the contract to the home office and have you sign it in the attendance of the board and my family and you'll be ready."

Mindy smiled. "That'll be great."

"Now, first order of business…ring name," she said, leaning forward while Mindy frowned.

"I dunno," she shrugged.

"Have you pictured yourself going out there with your maiden name?"

Mindy shook her head. "Yeah right," she scoffed.

Stephanie grinned. "Okay…well we want something that matters, right?" Mindy nodded. "We want a name that means something…that's easy to chant, or even boo…"

"How about something like Faith?" Mindy asked. "Or Destiny?"

Stephanie nodded and weighed the names in her mind. Immediately she saw dollar signs. "I like the latter," she commented.

Mindy nodded as well and dragged the name out. "Now, that name I can see walking out to."

Stephanie nodded as well and wrote the name down. "That's really good, we can use that." She flipped a piece of paper then set it back down. "Now, I think we should start you off as a heel, and then depending on the crowd's reaction, we'll determine if you go to face after that." Mindy nodded following along and absorbing the information. "We'll have you go out, to make your debut, after Mickie and Trish fight. That match will end with Trish retaining her title and her celebrating with the fans. Because you're a heel, you will then interrupt and challenge her for the title then deliver a cheap shot."

"Got it."

"Now, business number two," Stephanie said, pushing up her glasses. "What kind of entrance music do you want?"

"Well, what are my limits?"

"Nothing really," Stephanie answered. "Depending on the band, we can get easy access to use them."

Mindy nodded, considering her options. "Well, I want something that makes an impact…something different."

"Well, consider your favorite bands and music."

"How about we use on of P.O.D's songs?" Mindy asked. "I know you guys used one of their songs of a pay-per-view."

Stephanie nodded. "What's the name?"

Mindy thought for a moment. "I'll to sleep on it."

Stephanie nodded and said "Well, no matter what song, we should have no problem with that. Those guys are great." Mindy nodded once more and sat back in the chair. "We figured we'd give you a regular entrance…unless you have something else in mind?" she asked, looking up.

"Well, how about a pyro explosion at the ramp when the song begins?" Stephanie wrote that down. "And…I had another idea." Stephanie looked up again. "I have this obsession with Mustangs…I figured that I could somehow use that with my character."

Stephanie nodded, but more slowly, as her thoughts drifted to the late Eddie Guerrero and his entrance. How she, and her family, reacting when he wanted to use low riders in his entrance. It dawned on her suddenly how quickly life could change and how suddenly you could suddenly leave your family and everything behind.

"Mrs. McMahon?" she heard. Stephanie crashed back down to reality as Mindy looked at her apprehensive, and now leaning forward, watching her closely. "Are you okay?"

Stephanie nodded quickly and fought back the tears that came to her eyes. "Yeah," she whispered.

"Look, if it's a problem or something, then don't worry…" Mindy insisted.

Stephanie waved her hands and wrote more notes down again. "No, no….it's great." Mindy relaxed again, but still remained skeptical. "How about costumes?" Stephanie asked.

Mindy shrugged. "Something simple and comfortable."

Stephanie wrote that down as well and took a look at her watch. "Shit," she muttered as she gathered her things together. "Alright, I'm going to send these down to headquarters and tomorrow we'll sign the papers and then Monday you'll be making debut."

Mindy smiled and shook Stephanie's hand. "Thank you…for everything."

Stephanie flashed her a smile. "You're welcome. Just put out one hell of a show and you'll find a home here in no time."

"Count on it," Mindy said before she left. Stephanie packed up her things and walked out of the office as well moments after Mindy.

"Whoa, she's pregnant man?" Michael asked Paul as he was wiped his face with his towel.

Paul set down his free weights and sighed. "Yeah."

Mike frowned as he watched Paul's face in the mirror that reflected back to him in the gym. "Well, you don't seem too thrilled," he commented.

"It's not that," Paul said, turning around to face his best friend. "I was so happy when Steph told me. Then this morning when I woke up and drove down here…I just…" he sighed again and sat down, his shoulders sagging.

"You got scared man," Mike said as he sat across from him too. The gym was for them exclusively, so they didn't have to worry about anyone, except any wrestlers who came strolling in. "It happens."

"I know," Paul said quietly. "But I have to be strong."

"Who says?" Michael challenged.

"Have you met my wife?" Paul scoffed. Michael shrugged his shoulder and nodded. "This isn't something that we planned and we're at the top of our careers." Paul suddenly looked up and leaned forward. "How'd you do it, Mike?"

Michael shrugged. "I dunno honestly. I've had a lot of ups and downs with the business and my family, man. I don't think I should be giving you advice."

"Come on," Paul pressed.

"Paul, I don't know," Mike said. "It's just something that you grow in to. Something that matures you and turns you into a dad. You just have to roll with it." Paul nodded, taking in the guidance, as Michael spoke again. "How does Stephanie feel?"

Paul shrugged. "Like me. She's confused, in high spirits, anxious, terrified…"

"She'll have to take time off you know."

Paul rolled his eyes and stood up, preparing to lift again. "Yeah right, tell her that."

Mike stood up as well and swung the towel over his shoulder. "I'm serious. She'll have to leave the screen…is she prepared for that?"

Paul suddenly frowned. "I don't think she thought about that. Shit, Mike…she just came back on screen…"

His friend shrugged. "The WWE…even Stephanie herself…wrote the rules for women expecting. She can't be in the ring or within a hundred feet of one." Paul nodded and rubbed his hand on his forehead. "And if she does go on screen," Mike continued, "how will she explain her sudden birth? The story has you two divorced."

Paul shrugged. "She could write in a boyfriend or something…"

"Yeah right," Michael scoffed. "Like you'd let that happen."

Both men paused as the door to the gym clicked and then opened as Cena and Adam walked in. Seeing the looks on both men's faces, John stopped at the door. "Yo, what's wrong?"

Michael shrugged and walked away from Paul and over to the weights. "Nothing."

Adam tossed his bag in the corner as John turned his gaze to Paul. "Man, what's up?"

"Nothing," Paul waved off. When he noticed that John still hadn't moved he sighed. "Stephanie's pregnant."

John's first reaction was to pull out his phone and congratulate Stephanie; but the look on Paul's face and seeing Paul the other night with Melina only caused him to frown in deep concern and desolation. Paul noticed this and took a step towards him. John dropped his bag to the floor and attempted to recover. "Well, then why with the long face? You should happy and celebrating."

Paul nodded. "I know. It just wasn't planned," he said.

I'll bet, John thought irately. "Well, the good things usually aren't," he said instead as he took off his baseball cap and threw it to the side.

"If you ask me, you're being paranoid," Mike said at the end of the gym. "You guys just got married. It seems fitting to me."

Adam nodded as he adjusted the weights. "Being a father isn't something you plan," he said. "It happens when the time is right and dude, you're time is now."

Cena frowned and hit Adam in the arm as he walked past. "Yo, that's my line."

"Ow!" Adam cried, hitting him back. "You can warn me before you do that!"

"You guys really think I'm just overreacting?" Paul asked them.

"That's what I've been telling ya," Mike said.

John chose not to comment as he began his stretching so Adam did instead. "I think you're just over thinking the whole thing. Give it time, and you'll see that everything will be just fine."

Stephanie pulled her lavish BMW into the parking space and jumped out of the car as a valet walked past her. "Hey!" he called out. "You can't park here!"

Stephanie hit the button on her keys, turning on the alarm, and shot the man a defiant look. "Watch me." The man looked after her in shock as Stephanie continued to walk, making her way into the modest restaurant. As she came to the first table that was outside, she looked around until she spotted the person she was meeting, and walked over to him. Stephanie swatted her hair out of her face as the wind blew it and sighed, taking her seat across from the man. "You're late," he commented.

Stephanie shot him a look. "You're one to talk, Hardy."

Matt grinned at her and stood up to hug her. "How you been?"

Stephanie smiled kindly as he took his seat again. "I've been better," she replied. "Been worse."

Matt raised his eyebrows. "Oh yeah?"

Stephanie blushed and grinned. "I'm pregnant actually."

Several emotions reflected off Matt's face; jealously, anger, delight, melancholy. Stephanie chose not to take it personally as she was sure his thoughts went immediately to Amy. "Congrats," was all he said.

"Thank you," Stephanie said. She knew he meant it, and it was a sensitive subject for Matt to get into, so they both ended it. "So I was surprised to hear you wanted Raw over Smackdown."

Matt nodded. "Yeah well…it's my home." Stephanie nodded knowing that Matt was avoiding speaking Adam's or Amy's name. "Besides," he added flashing her a grin. "You're there."

Stephanie returned his smile. "Are you sure that's a good thing?"

"Definitely," Matt teased. "I always knew you had a thing for me…"

"Is that so?" Stephanie teased back.

The smile never left Matt's face, and Stephanie preferred it to stay that way. "Oh yeah. I know that baby is mine."

Stephanie gasped. "How'd you know?"

"Ah hah! You admit it?" Matt said, pointing a finger at her, while holding his smile.

"Yes I do, I could never lie to you," she said playfully, sounding like an actor from one of the soap opera's.

"Okay," Matt said, slightly timidly. "Too many people are staring now."

Stephanie giggled. "I like this."

"Like what?"

"You…like this," she said. "I miss you Matt. I miss my friend."

"Oh my, Stephanie…you have friends?" he joked. "When did this happen?"

Stephanie laughed and sat up straighter. "Okay, I'll admit it. I do have friends."

Matt laughed and took a sip of his water. "Do you want anything?" he asked.

Stephanie shook her head. "No, I'm going to go back to the hotel soon…"

"How's that diva thing going?"

"Actually, it's over with," Stephanie told him.

"Uh-huh. So, who's the lucky girl?"

"Her name is Mindy and you know," she said coyly. "She's single."

Matt laughed. "When do I meet her?"

"Monday…when you return," she added hesitantly. Matt's smile faded and his eyes clouded suddenly. Stephanie, noticing the change, turned into boss mode. "Look, I don't want to stray onto topics that I know you're avoiding, but Matt…there's a good chance that you will run into Amy or Adam and you need to prepare yourself for that."

Matt nodded and whispered, "I know."

"You two have a past together, and god knows how long and complicated that is," Stephanie said rolling her eyes and getting a smile and chuckle out of Matt. "But…it's time to move on."

"It was public, Steph," Matt said sensitively. "How can I go back to that?"

Stephanie shrugged. "I don't know," she admitted. "But I know you'll figure it out."

"I want Adam," he said harshly.

Stephanie blinked. "What?"

"I want Adam," he said again looking at her.

Stephanie faltered. "Matt…"

"I want to hurt him, like he hurt me."

Stephanie shook her head. "You broke character last time, Matt. That's why Vince fired you. You've been given a second chance…"

"I won't make the same mistake."

Stephanie held Matt's stare for a few seconds before sighing and looking down at the table. "I'll see what I can do."

"Thank you."

Stephanie shook her head faintly and looked at him sternly. "Don't make me regret it, Matt, or I swear to god you'll be sorry."

"I won't," he promised her.

Stephanie nodded then stood up, glancing at her watch. "Alright, I'm gonna take off," she said hugging him again. "See you Monday."

Matt nodded. "See you Monday." He watched as Stephanie walked away then called out, "Hey, Steph?" She turned around and he flashed her a grin. "Thanks." She smiled back then turned and walked back to the parking lot.

As she quickly went back to where her car was parked, she noticed that it was being pulled onto a tow truck. She stopped in her tracks, keys and purse in hand, and sighed as she rolled her eyes. "Shit," she muttered. She glared at the tow truck driver, who froze as he got a good look at Stephanie, and then placed her hands on her hips as the valet guy walked past again. Both men stopped and looked at Stephanie, somewhat petrified, as she tapped her foot impatiently. "Alright," she said. "Who do I have to kill?"