Stephanie opened her eyes and smiled as she felt a sense of warmth around her. She glanced at the clock and stretched her body as she sat up. She frowned as she looked around, not realizing where she was at first, until she glanced at the man that lay beside her. "Oh no," she muttered as she slapped her forehead and grabbed the top sheet, wrapping it around her naked body, and searched for her clothes, which were thrown around room with his. "Shit, shit, shit, shit…"

"What's wrong?" John mumbled with his head still in the pillow.

Stephanie looked up as John sat up and rubbed his eyes. "What's wrong?" she squeaked. She pointed at herself and then at him. "This is what's wrong!"

John raised his palms up. "Just settle down okay?"

"No, John," Stephanie snapped. "It's not okay. I am married!"

John watched her intently as she went back to searching for her clothes. "What're you doing?"

"Looking for my underwear."

John smiled and held up her thong. "You mean…this?" Stephanie glared at him and snatched it from his hand as he started to laugh and slipped on his pants. Despite the frustration and apprehension that she was feeling, Stephanie found herself smiling. John caught her doing so and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer to him, and kissed her. "Do you believe in fate, Steph?"

"I don't know," she whispered. She sighed and pushed herself away from him, feeling guilty when he frowned, as his blue eyes flashed in confusion. "I think it's fucked up."

"What?"

"That I thought Paul was cheating and look at what I'm doing." John nodded his head and bent down to pick up his shirt on floor, to some extent, offended. Stephanie watched him carefully as she put on her clothes as well. "I'm sorry, John," she said softly. "But I'm married."

"I know," he replied. "And Paul's my friend. I wouldn't want to do anything to hurt him…or you."

Stephanie flashed him a smile. "I know." She looked down at the floor. "I don't want this to affect our friendship…"

John grabbed her hand and put his hand on her chin, making her look at him. "It won't," he promised.

Vince glanced at his watch again and looked around impatiently. The meeting that was scheduled to take place was already a half hour behind. Sitting at the table was every superstar from the Raw roster. Vince glanced in Paul's direction, as he was sitting, slumped, in the chair, with is head in his hand and his eyes closed. "Dammit, Paul, where's your wife?" Paul glanced up at Vince and shrugged his shoulders. Vince noticed that his eyes were bloodshot and he had rings under his eyes. He shot a look at Michael, who sat beside him, and then turned back to his employees.

"John's not here either," Randy put in.

"I know," Vince snapped. "She schedules the damn thing and doesn't even show up," he muttered angrily. "Alright, let's just start without them. The ratings went up five percent last night," he told them as he slipped on his glasses. "That leads Raw in an twenty percent increase of fans putting the ratings around 635,295 fans tuning in and 15,672 selling out the arena, leading the show last night as three out of five stars," he read off the paper. He put it down on the table as well as his glasses, and shoved his hands in his pockets. "While Raw still leads Smackdown, as it always has, three out of five stars is unacceptable for the money we're spending in the main events. The feuds need to be more heated and the matches need to be called better. Therefore, at this next PPV I have decided that I will be bringing in a new superstar, or rather, re-signing them."

"Really?" Carlos asked, raising his eyebrows. "Who?"

"You'll see when the fans do," he answered, causing Carlos to frown. "So, I've decided to make the matches for the PPV as follows…"

As he opened his mouth to speak, the door suddenly opened, and Stephanie and John walked in. Vince glared at them both and both offered him sheepish, apologetic, looks, and took their seats. Everyone watched as Stephanie sat down next to Paul and Cena pulled up a chair and sat next to Stephanie…surprisingly close to her. Amy raised her eyebrow as Vince continued. "We'll have Chris and Carlos fight in a submission match; Lisa and Mindy will meet again for the Women's title; John and Ric for the Intercontinental title; DX and Rated RKO for the world tag titles in a steel cage; we'll have Cryme Tyme and the Highlanders go at it; and for the main event we'll end Eddie and Cena's feud for the title; sound good?"

Stephanie looked over at her husband and frowned. Not only did he look like hell, but she didn't like the idea of her husband being in a steel cage. It was too dangerous. All Stephanie did though was smile and nod at her father; after all, she was daddy's little girl and she never disappointed.

"Where were you last night?" Paul asked as they stepped into her office, getting ready for the house show.

Stephanie closed the door and watched Paul carefully as he slowly sat down and shielded his eyes. Stephanie looked up at the light and turned it down some so it didn't bother him too much. "I did my work elsewhere," she lied. "I couldn't focus." She sat down and moved her chair over to him. Grabbing him by the face, she lifted him up slightly and looked closely at him. "What the hell happened to you?"

Paul smirked at her. "We went to a bar…"

Stephanie rolled her eyes. "Paul, what have I told you about drinking?" He grunted and Stephanie took out her purse from the bottom drawer of the desk. "You can't drink that much in a short period of time."

"I can handle it," he argued.

"You call this handling it?" she scoffed. "Paul, I swear…one day you're gonna hurt yourself."

Paul frowned. "What do you mean?"

She looked at him hardheartedly. "Paul, you could've asked my father for a different match. You know how I feel about those cage matches!"

Paul rolled his eyes and leaned back. "I can take care of myself."

Stephanie folded her arms across her chest and Paul groaned inwardly. He knew that look all too well by now. "How many surgeries have you had?" Paul shrugged and Stephanie sighed as she stood up. She grabbed his hand and dragged him to his feet. "Come on."

"Where are we going?" he whined.

"Back to the hotel," she told him. "You're not wrestling like this. You and Mike can do a promo."

Paul didn't argue; he knew better. Instead he only nodded and followed his wife out to the limo.

ONE MONTH LATER

Trish waited patiently outside Stephanie's office as she watched everyone rushing around and doing their duties. She couldn't talk to Amy because she was busy doing a promo; she couldn't find John or Randy anywhere; she didn't know Mindy very well; and Paul was talking with Vince in his office. Trish sighed and silently wished that she hadn't retired so early. She'd still have that title; not some rookie. Having the boss's daughter as a best friend definitely had it perks though. Trish being backstage and not being employed by them anymore was one of them. The PPV they had last month scored huge ratings and landed Stephanie, Hulk Hogan and Jeff Hardy back on screen. Everyone, Trish included, were so surprised to see Hogan come out and challenge Orton for the 'Legend Killer' gimmick again. Jeff Hardy returned, better than ever, and captured the Intercontinental title from Nitro while Stephanie's character screwed Mindy's character out of her WWE title shot and cost her the lost to Victoria for the Women's title. The feud between the two grew stronger and stronger resulting in the first ever 'Last Woman Standing' match, much to the consternation of Paul.

Everyone was so busy with the show that they didn't even know Trish was there. She sighed in relief as she saw Stephanie quickly walking over to her. Just as she was about to hug her best friend and say hello, Stephanie brushed past her, tapping her lightly on the shoulder, and said, "I need to talk to you," as she rushed in the office. Trish frowned. There was undoubtedly something that was bothering her because Stephanie seemed to be so angry and cold. She walked in the office as Stephanie was looking in one of the file cabinets and pulling out a file. "Close the door," she instructed. Trish did so and folded her arms across her chest as Stephanie sat in her chair and pulled out her cell phone. Trish watched Stephanie conduct her business and said nothing as she finished up. When she hanged up, Trish leaned forward, placing her palms on the desk. "Steph, what the hell is going on?"

Stephanie slammed her head on the desk and Trish frowned as she sat down across from her. "I'm a terrible person," Stephanie muttered.

"What?"

Stephanie lifted her head up. "I said I'm a terrible person."

"Okay," Trish replied. "Why?"

Stephanie looked at Trish closely and sighed. "What I'm about to tell doesn't leave this room, understand?" Trish nodded and Stephanie sighed once more. "I'm pregnant."

Trish covered her mouth with her hands and squealed, "Aw! Steph, that's great!" She then frowned slightly. "Why do I sense deja-vu?" she joked.

Stephanie raised her hand, quieting Trish, and shook her head. "There's more." Trish glanced at her in perplexity. "I don't know if it's Paul's"

Trish blinked a few times before asking, "What do you mean?"

"Well…I've kinda had this thing with John…"

"Cena?" Trish screamed. Stephanie shot her a warning glare but Trish didn't back down. "Stephanie, what the fuck are you doing?"

"I don't know!" she said exasperated. "I don't know what's wrong with me! It's just…Paul and I don't see eye to eye anymore. He doesn't buy me flowers anymore, he doesn't make love to me the way he used to. With John…god…I just feel like myself or even better. John treats me so right…"

"Steph, how long has this affair been going on?" Trish asked, afraid to hear the answer.

Stephanie sighed and looked down. "When it first happened…it wasn't intentional…"

"Steph…"

"About a month," she whispered.

"Jesus…Steph."

"I know, I know!" she cried. "I don't know what to do."

"Well, you have to get tested."

Stephanie looked at her confused. "What?"

"You need to find out whose baby it is," she replied. "How far along are you?"

"Only a few weeks…"

"Well, they have ways of determining the father," Trish stated. "So, you, John and I will go to a clinic and we'll find out the truth. Does John know?"

Stephanie shook her head. "No."

"Then tell him," Trish told her sternly.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

Trish stood up and hugged Stephanie tightly. "Stephanie, I will never judge you, you know that."

"Yeah, I know," Stephanie sobbed.

"We'll fix this," Trish promised. "Somehow, someway, we'll make it right."