Trish watched John and Stephanie sitting next to each other, each dealing with their anxiety in very different ways. While Stephanie remained calm on the outside, reading a magazine, Trish had known Stephanie for years and she knew that Stephanie was seconds from ripping out her hair. John on the other hand was visibly nervous, always switching from one magazine to other and constantly moving around, which began to annoy Stephanie. No matter how Trish looked at them, she couldn't picture the two dating, much less having sex. Ew, nasty image, erase, erase, she thought dismally.As Trish frowned from the image, Stephanie turned and glared at John for the hundredth time.

"Will you please sit still." It wasn't a question; it was a demand. John looked at her and sighed, attempting to concentrate on something and sit still. Trish had to give him credit; the kid was trying not to piss Stephanie off. All three of them sat in the waiting room anxiously waiting the results on whose child it was that Stephanie was carrying. But there was one question that was burning in Trish's mind; one that she knew she needed, and wanted, to ask.

"Uh, Steph," Trish said shakily. "Can I ask you a question?" Stephanie looked over her magazine and Trish cleared her throat. "If it's John's…what're you going to do?"

Stephanie slowly closed her magazine and sat it in her lap as she stared at Trish, feeling John look at her fixedly. "I don't know," she answered sincerely. "I've, uh, been tossing around this idea…" She glanced from Trish to John then at her magazine avoiding their stares. "I had my attorney draw up divorce papers…"

Trish's jaw dropped. "You want to divorce Paul?" she asked stunned.

Stephanie threw the magazine back on the cheap coffee table. "It's better that way."

"For who?" Trish demanded.

"For Paul," Stephanie snapped, her eyes flashing in anger and pain. "He doesn't deserve me…not with everything that has happened."

"How can you say that?" John whispered. "You don't divorce the man because you think you know what he wants. You do it if you're not happy."

Stephanie looked at him forlornly. "I feel like out hearts are no longer in our marriage. It died that night of my accident."

John leaned his head back on the wall and swallowed hard. "I never meant for any of this."

Stephanie looked at him warily. "Do you regret it?"

John switched his gaze back at Stephanie, both ignoring Trish's presence even though she was watching them intently, and shook his head. "Hell no. Not a second of it," he replied. "I just don't want to be a burden or put to much pressure on you."

Trish nodded. "All you're doing John is committing career suicide."

He shrugged. "If this kid is mine, then I'll retire and stay by Steph's side," he told Trish.

"And if it isn't?" Trish asked.

He paused and turned back to Stephanie who refused to meet his gaze. "Then the decision is hers," he said quietly.

"Mrs. Levesque?" The three of them looked up at the doctor who stood over of them. Stephanie stood up followed by John and Trish and shook the doctor's hand. "I'm sure you're eager to hear the results," he said.

"Very much," Stephanie said.

"Well, we ran the DNA match for Mr. Cena and…it didn't match."

Stephanie let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding as John slowly sat back down stunned by the news. "Thank you doctor," Stephanie managed.

She too sat down as Trish grabbed her hand and looked at her as Stephanie absorbed the news. "Are you okay, sweetie?"

Stephanie ignored Trish and looked at John. Sensing her stare, he turned around and offered her a pained smile, which she returned. John grabbed her and kissed her softly. As he pulled away, he stared into her eyes. "Remember what I promised?" he asked.

Stephanie nodded as tears ran down her eyes. "That you'll always be by my side…as my friend."

He nodded and kissed her forehead. "Yeah," he whispered.

Stephanie hugged him tightly as tears streamed down her face, soaking his shirt. "I'm so sorry."

John shook his head and rubbed her back. "Don't worry about it." He broke the hug and wiped away some of her tears. "I'm going to get going," he said. "I know you have to share the news with Paul."

Stephanie nodded and watched as John got up and left the clinic. As he left her sight, Stephanie looked at her best friend and hugged her tightly. "It's probably for the better, Stephanie," Trish said.

"I know but why do I feel like I've lost someone I care so deeply about?" she cried.

Trish shook her head. "I don't know." She looked at her best friend closely. "Stephanie…did you want John to be the father?"

Stephanie looked down at her hands and shrugged. "I don't know," she said honestly. "I think so. But…this gives me and Paul a second chance."

Trish nodded and brushed Stephanie's hair from her eyes. "Yeah, it does," she agreed.

As John entered the gym, where he was suppose to meet Adam and Randy, he threw his bag across the room and kicked one of the exercise balls. Randy watched John as he yelled out and slammed his fist into the mirror on the wall, shattering it. He quickly ran over to John and grabbed him, sitting him down on the bench to calm him, as Adam entered from the bathroom and glanced over at them. Randy grabbed a towel near by and put pressure on John's hand as his blood flowed freely.

"What happened?" Adam asked as he walked up to them.

Randy shook his head and looked at John, who had tears in his eyes, obviously fighting to hold them back. "Dude, what happened?"

"It's not mine," he whispered.

Randy looked at him in confusion. "What's not yours?"

"The baby."

Adam looked at the men in confusion as he sat down next to John. "Whose baby?"

"Stephanie's!" John cried standing up, throwing the towel down, and running his hands threw his hair.

Adam looked at Randy. "Dude, did you know he was fucking Steph?" he whispered to him.

Randy shook his head and stood up, cautiously approaching John. "Steph's been cheating on Paul," he asked. "With you?" John nodded as Randy raised his eyebrows. "How long has this been going on?"

"Not long."

"Did you want the kid?" Adam asked.

John nodded as tears fell from his eyes. He quickly wiped them away. "Steph made me feel so good," he admitted. "It was like…the whole world melted away and it was just the two of us."

"John, she's married," Adam said. "What did you expect to happen?"

John shook his head, feeling his frustration resurfacing. "You don't understand!" he yelled hysterical. "She was going to leave him."

"It's because of the accident, isn't it?" Randy asked. "Their marriage has fallen apart."

John nodded and sank down to the floor. "I wanted it to be mine so much," he sobbed.

Randy glanced at Adam, who only shrugged, as he kneeled down next to his best friend and hugged him as John broke down.

"Paul?" Stephanie called out as she walked into their house. When she didn't hear an answer, she closed and locked it, leaving her purse and keys on the table as she walked into the house. She found Paul in the kitchen cooking dinner. She watched him for a few minutes until she made her presence known by clearing her throat. He turned around, wearing his cooking apron, and smiled at Stephanie. "Hey, I didn't hear you come in."

Seeing Paul dressed like that, wearing his apron, looking like a housewife, made Stephanie smile. "I noticed."

Paul flashed her another grin and walked over to her giving her a kiss. "So, I made us chicken a la vodka," he said. "Sounds pretty good, huh?"

Stephanie nodded. "Yeah, it does." She watched as he carried on with his cooking as she thought of how she was going to approach the subject. She didn't know whether or not she should tell Paul of her affair or just of the pregnancy. "Paul…we need to talk."

Paul froze and turned to his wife seeing her tired and pained eyes and sad expression for the first time. He knew that tone in her voice too well and he abruptly knew that something was wrong. He shut off the stove and oven and took off the apron. "Okay. You can tell me anything."

Stephanie laughed; though she wasn't amused. "You won't like it."

Paul frowned as he studied her. "You're scaring me," he admitted. "I don't like seeing you like this."

Stephanie looked at him. "Paul…this time, last month, I was going to divorce you." She watched as all the color drained from his face. "Not for me…but for you. You don't deserve me, Paul. I don't think you ever had."

"Don't say that."

"Why not?" Stephanie scowled. "I didn't trust you. I believed you were having an affair without listening to you or my gut and looked what happened! I murdered my child!"

"That wasn't your fault," he insisted as tears came to his eyes.

"Paul…up until ten hours ago, I had no idea whose child I was carrying."

He frowned and took a step closer. "I-I'm sorry…" he mumbled confused.

Stephanie swallowed hard as she began to cry. "All that time I thought you were cheating…and it was me who betrayed you."

"You-you cheated on me?" he asked in shock. Stephanie bit her lip and nodded. "With who? For how long?"

"It doesn't matter…"

"It does to me!" he yelled.

"Don't you understand Paul!" she yelled back. "We're different! We're not the same people anymore! We grew apart, we never talked, and we never saw each other. You didn't treat me as your wife…and I didn't treat you as me husband."

"So you ran to someone else to get your kicks?" he hissed.

Stephanie looked down and fought back the urge to scream. "I deserve it…whatever you have to say to me, whatever you want to do, I deserve it."

Paul shook his head and leaned back against the counter, both standing in silence for several minutes. "Whose is it?" he finally asked.

Stephanie looked up at him and looked into his pained eyes before she answered, "It's yours."

He walked over to Stephanie and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. "What do you want me to do?" he asked softly. "What should I do?"

Stephanie shook her head as choked back some more tears. "I don't deserved forgiveness," she whimpered.

Paul shook his head. "I was responsible for the accident," he said letting go of her. She looked up at him in confusion. "Steph…you were right."

She took a step back, away from him, and watched him closely. "I was right?"

Paul nodded sadly. "About the affair…you were right to be angry…right to be suspicious."

Stephanie brought her hand up to her mouth, feeling as if she was going to faint. "You did cheat on me."

Paul nodded and moved forward, hugging her tightly, as she cried out openly. "I'm so sorry baby," he whispered. "I'm so sorry. We've just…fallen off the tracks. We got lost." Paul shut his eyes tightly and wept as Stephanie continued to cry. Paul knew that this was the ending to a once promising marriage.