Stephanie paced back and forth nervously as Paul, Randy and Trish sat down watching her walk back and forth. Paul wasn't entirely sure, but he had a feeling that Stephanie wasn't telling him something, and he'd be damned if he let her keep secrets from him. John was his friend and even though Stephanie gave the man a push in the industry while everyone else laughed at them, he respected John's commitment to the business and his friendship with Stephanie. He just hoped that they were only friends and nothing more.

"Steph, can you please stop pacing?" Randy asked. "You're making me dizzy."

Stephanie stopped and offered Randy an humiliated look before sitting down next to her husband. "What do you think happened?" she asked.

Paul shrugged. "The docs said it was drugs…"

Stephanie shot Paul a dirty look. "I told you, he doesn't do drugs."

Paul rolled his eyes as Trish spoke up. "Maybe he was drugged or something?"

Randy nodded. "Yeah, he was hanging out at a lot of bars lately," he added. "Someone probably spiked his drink."

"What's going on?" said a new voice. The trio looked up to see Adam and Amy, slightly disheveled and flushed. "We came here the second we heard."

"Someone drugged Cena," Paul answered as Stephanie's cell phone rang.

She looked at the caller ID and flipped it open. "Hi Daddy. Yes…we're all at the hospital. Of course we need to be!" she replied angrily before pausing again. "The show can wait…okay, yes fine." Stephanie put the phone down, covering the receiver with her hand as she stood up and looked at Paul. "I have to take care of this. Come get me if anything happens."

Paul nodded as Stephanie walked down the hall and out of sight. Once she was, he leaned forward and looked directly at Trish. "Tell me what's going on."

"What?" she asked confused.

"I know that something happened, or is happening, between John and Stephanie," he said softly. "So spill."

"I don't know what you're talking about," she scoffed.

Paul caught the look that Randy shot Adam and Amy and he stood up. "Alright, all four of you know something!"

"No we don't," Adam said self-consciously.

"Bullshit! Look, I know Stephanie had an affair…" he looked at each of them and sighed. "It was Cena, wasn't it?" When no one answered, he snickered, and sat back down as they watched him sympathetically.

"We're sorry, Paul," Trish said. "But we didn't want to meddle in your affairs."

Paul bit his lip. "Believe it or not…I'm not angry."

Randy frowned. "You're not?"

Paul shook his head. "I think that subconsciously, I always knew." He shrugged, "In some ways, it's a relief."

Adam patted his shoulder. "Look man, we'll always be here for you and Steph. I know for a fact that John wanted to tell you so you could beat the shit out of him…"

"But Stephanie knew it wouldn't solve anything," Amy finished.

"Is it my baby?" Paul asked bluntly. He turned to Trish. "I know you went with her. Honestly…is it mine."

Trish flashed him a small smile and nodded. "Of course it is."

Stephanie closed her phone and let out a frustrated breath. He can be such a pain in the ass! She ran her hand through her hair and began to walk back down the hallway. She stopped in front of John's room and peeked in through the window. She saw that he was awake and she walked in quietly. John saw her and smiled as she took a seat next to him. "Hey," he whispered.

"Hey," she smiled at him. "So, your parents and brother are coming down to see you."

"You called them?" Stephanie nodded. "Thanks."

"How are you?"

"Great," he chuckled. "I'm ready for my match."

She giggled and then looked at him firmly. "What'd the doctors say?"

"That I was poisoned," he answered.

"Yeah, we got that much."

"Yeah, well, he said its fine now. Nothing to worry about."

"You had us scared."

He flashed her a smile. "Sorry 'bout that."

She nodded and bit her lip. "Just don't do it again."

"Well, now we're even." He laughed and began to close his eyes. After a few moments of silence, he spoke up again. "What if it was mine?"

Stephanie blinked a few times. "What?"

John turned and looked at her. "What if the baby was mine?"

"It's not though, John."

"I know," he replied. "But I can't lie and tell you that I didn't want it or that I didn't want to be with you."

Stephanie sighed and looked down. "I guess this conversation was a long time coming," she muttered.

"I know I told you I was fine and I didn't care," John told her. "But I did. The time we spent together I'd never forget."

"I won't either but I'm married to Paul," she said quietly. "And I love him. I do."

"He cheated on you."

"And I did to him so how does that make me better?" she demanded. "Look," she said attempting to calm herself. "I'm not going to say that I don't care about you, because I do, but I'm not going to satisfy whatever fantasy you're living in and leave Paul to come running to you."

John nodded taking in her words and pushing aside the hurt he was feeling by them. "I just wanted to let you know," he whispered.

"Why, John?" she asked. "Are you trying to hurt me? Or are you trying to convince yourself of something?"

"No," he said shaking his head. "I want things back the way they were."

"They never will be."

"They can if we agree to disagree," he protested.

Stephanie sighed and stood up, grabbing John's hand, being careful with the IV's they hand in his arm and hand. "In any other world, John…yes, I do think that you and I could've worked. When Paul wasn't there for me, you were. And I will forever be grateful for that. But in this reality, you and I just cannot work. I love Paul and I'm carrying his child. You and I are friends and I'm afraid I can only be that," she said honestly.

John smiled. "As long as we both know where we stand…being friends is that I'll ask."

Stephanie kissed his hand and smiled. "Then we'll start over."

John nodded and held out his hand to her. "The name's Cena...John Cena," he said putting on his James Bond act.

Stephanie giggled and shook his hand. "Stephanie Levesque."

"Oh…you look familiar," he said. "You're that bitch on TV, aren't you?"

Stephanie laughed and playfully hit him on the shoulder as he chuckled.

After their visit to John in the hospital, Stephanie and Paul headed home to their mansion. As they were preparing for bed, Stephanie couldn't help but feel relieved that she and John had cleared up the tension that was around them. Stephanie would admit that she had been attracted to John for some time, but he was her friend and she knew that was a line she would never cross. Stephanie didn't know exactly what tempted her to cross that line because she was the one that seduced John; not the other way around. She squirted some lotion on her hand and applied it as Paul came out of the bathroom in his boxers and took off his watch. Stephanie looked at him and noticed that he was very tense. She didn't need to guess why. "So, the doctors said that John will able to compete on Raw next week," she said attempting to make conversation.

"I heard," was all Paul said as he pulled back the sheets and blanket on the bed. Stephanie sighed and took her spot on the bed as Paul did the same.

"What's bothering you?" she asked.

"Nothing."

"Paul," she warned, burning a hole threw him.

"You know what's bothering me," he snapped, turning off the light.

"It's John, isn't it?" she said, turning the light back on. Paul growled and sat up, returning Stephanie's glare. But it didn't seem to faze her. "So I guess its right to assume that you know about us?"

Paul held her gaze for a second and saw the pain that reflected in her eyes. He sighed, giving in to her resolve, and nodded his head. "Yeah…I know now."

"So how does that change anything?"

"Because he's my friend." Stephanie nodded and bit her lip as Paul continued. "Think about it this way, wouldn't it tear you up inside if you knew that Trish and I slept together?"

Stephanie thought about it for a second and nodded, understanding Paul's point. If Trish had ever slept with Paul while she was with him, friend or not, Stephanie would tear Trish apart. She pushed the thought aside and nodded. "Yeah," she whispered. "But, I don't think that view would change anything," she added. "Cheating is cheating no matter who it's with. We both screwed up, Paul but we also worked through it these past six months. I don't want the past to come clawing its way to the surface because you think John and I still feelings for each other." Paul watched Stephanie closely as she continued, feeling his anger slowly fade away. "Look," she said, grabbing his hands and squeezing them. "I didn't fire Melina," she pointed out. "I didn't fire her because you asked me not to. I beat the shit out of her and I'll put John in a match with you if you want, but he is still my friend and if you're looking for me to fire him, I won't."

Paul nodded. "I don't want that," he said softly.

"Good, because I don't either. John and I are only friends. Whatever it was we had is gone," she said. "We've been given a second chance here, Paul and I don't want to screw it up."

Paul smiled at her. "We haven't thought of any names."

Stephanie smiled back at him and kissed him softly. "I don't want to rush it."

Paul nodded and looked deeply into her eyes as if he was reading her soul. "I love you Steph."

Stephanie blushed and smiled at Paul kissing him. When it ended and rested her forehead against his and sighed. "Life really does like to pick on us, doesn't it?" she joked. Paul laughed and brushed her hair behind her ear as she looked at him. "I love you too. So much."

"You better," he joked, still smiling at his wife.