"Oh My God! I can't believe this!

"It's Shane McMahon, Ross!"

"I know who it is, King, the question being why he is here."

"You're asking me? The last time I saw Shane McMahon, was in that ring the night after Survivor Series."

I sit in the women's locker room just shocked as everyone else to what I was seeing on the monitor. Shane had come back. He had come home. The question is how long will he stay? God, every bone in my body is aching to run to him. However, if I did run to him, would he disappear like a figment of my imagination? I can't ever risk that happening again. It nearly killed me the first time. I hurt him very badly. All the while, I still don't remember part of the night that ruined the most perfect thing in my life. Why was he here?

"Shelby, aren't you going to go see him?" My best friend Amy Dumas, otherwise known as Lita, asks as she saw my reaction.

"No Amy, I'm not."

"What do you mean no? Shelby, I know you better than anyone else, and you want to see him. Talk to him."

"I've wanted that since November, but I didn't then, and I won't now."

"Girl, you amaze me. You are going to sit there and let the man you think hung the moon walk out of your life again and not tell him. I've been up plenty of nights listening to you say how much you wanted the opportunity to tell him, but now you've turned chicken shit!"

"How could I hurt him like that? Another secret, more pain. That's all he needs, especially from me."

"Did you ever think that is what he needs? Maybe he came back because he couldn't live without you."

"Please, this is Shane Brandon McMahon we are talking about here. Besides, telling him is my business. Even his mother thinks so. Amy, stay out of it."

"Ok, fine. I'll leave it alone."

"Thank you. Now if you'll excuse me, I have got to get back to work."

"Shelby, do what's right for everyone involved, not just you."

"I'll try."

As I am walking down the hallway of the arena, I spot Booker T and Jonathan Coachman doing a spot. Booker has always been funny. I can't believe he is asking Coach to do the Spinnerooni! Coach better not quit his day job. That can't be! Lord please God don't let it be. That voice, it can't be any other than Eric Bischoff, or as I lovingly refer to him as Sleazy E Eric Bitch-off. My opinion of him changed greatly once he drugged me into bed with him. He used to be one of my closest friends in this business, much to the dismay of the McMahon clan. But he showed his true colors about the time of Survivor Series. He was going up to Canada checking into a deal with the Ring Rats federation, and had invited me out drinking with him. This basically meant he'd drink the alcohol, and I'd drink soda water. I don't remember seeing him slip anything into my glass, but the drug tests at the hospital the next day tell there was definitely something in my system. Most likely, it was that date-rape drug, but Shane didn't stay long enough to be told that. As he walked into the room, all he saw was I in Eric's arms, and he bolted. No explanation allowed whatsoever. Those tests also turned up something else Shane doesn't know. If he ever knew, God knows what he'd do.

"Well, well, well. Isn't it my favorite person? Long time no see huh Shelby."

"Not long enough Eric."

"Oh, still feisty as ever I see. Certainly looking more beautiful since the last time I saw you."

"Eric, stop it!"

"Can't I innocently compliment a lady?"

"Innocently my ass."

"I think it happens to be a very nice ass. Who knows, maybe we can pick up where we left off and have some fun."

"Bischoff, you touch her, and you won't have to worry about the boys in the dressing rooms kicking your ass, because you'll be dead."

"McMahon. I heard you were here trying to "warn" the old man about hiring me on as general manager. How I'd screw the family and the business blind. I never would have expected you to take up for her though."

"Don't go there."

"With all due respect, McMahon, I don't see you having any right to vouch for me seeing as you walked out on me the first time. I can manage pretty well on my own thank you."

"Damn, she got you good."

"Shut up, Bitch-off! As for you, don't bother trying to attempt to understand something you will never know anything about. As for you and I "having some fun again", we never had fun in the first place. If you don't want matching scars on both sides of your body, I suggest you desist. You two will excuse me, I have something to do."

The nerve of him! Not much less Shane than it is Eric, but come on! Shane gave up his claims of being my protector from all that is wrong with this world when he hurt me. I hope Linda doesn't ask if anything happened because I don't know how I will answer. She knows what exactly happened the infamous night in question and the next day. She's been there for me the entire time. I wouldn't have made it if it wasn't for her, Amy & Nora. I can't believe it hasn't even been a year yet. I want to get out of this building and away from the two men who have hurt me most in this world.

"Shelby, I should have warned you, but you've been so busy this afternoon that I didn't have the opportunity to sit you down."

"How long will he be here?"

"It depends if Vince and Stephanie choose to include him in the current story line. Have you seen him face to face yet?"

"Oh boy, have I ever. He had the audacity to try and defend me to Bitch-off…"

"Shelby!"

"I'm sorry. He tried to defend me from Eric to which I told him he lost his allowance to do that the minute he walked away from me."

"Why do you think he did it?"

"There could be several possible reasons. None of them seem likely though."

"I won't even attempt to broach the subject of another matter that needs to be tended to while my son is around."

"If you don't mind, Amy has already lectured me on this once; I don't care to hear it again."

"Shelby…"

"Linda, I'll be back. I have to take care of something."

I got out of there as fast as I could. There is no way he will find out. I walked into the Hardy boys' dressing room to see Nero holding Caleb.

"Hi mommy."

"Hey there. I hope he hasn't been too much for you to handle."

"Nah, we've been having some fun, haven't we little guy."

"I bet you have. Momma wants to hold you, and never let you go."

"If you two will excuse me, I am going to go grab a quick bite and be right back."

"Thank you for watching him Nero. You'll never know how much I appreciate you."

"I think I have an idea."

After Nero left, I was thankful to have my baby in my arms. Caleb is my only reminder of what Shane and I shared. Linda, Amy, Nero, and Nora know about Caleb's paternity, however, the rest of the roster doesn't know. Well, I haven't told them anyway. The morning I made my little trip to the hospital, the doctor in the emergency room ran a battery of tests, and it was then discovered I was about 2 months pregnant. Shane wouldn't even answer the phone when I called. I left several messages on his voice mail telling him we needed to talk, but obviously he didn't reciprocate the sentiment. I look at my son, and I see Shane. He was born a little over a month ago. When I am taking care of responsibilities backstage, I have several friends who jump at the chance to watch Caleb. He is my sounding board. I get to talk to him about anything, and he'll listen. I'm not sure how much he is really paying attention though, because during 95 of these talks, he was more worried about eating than his mommy.

"Hey momma's baby. Thanks for keeping an eye on Nero for me. I can't be there all the time. He's a cool guy if you can get past the manic panic that affects his brain. You know, Aunt Amy thinks I should tell your daddy about you. So does Grandma Linda. I personally think she's getting tired of hiding the fact why she's buying baby clothes when she goes shopping. Momma ran into someone today. Someone I am going to keep far away from you no matter what. He hurts people, and if he hurt you, then momma would have to hurt him which could take her away from you."

(Cries)

"Oh, baby, momma doesn't plan on going anywhere. They'll have to drag me away kicking and screaming after they've got a few new scars on their body. He's the reason your daddy doesn't know about you. If he even knew you my precious boy existed, he would never leave you be. Momma would love to see you with your daddy. To see his eyes light up when he sees you smile for the first time. The face he makes when you give your famous 3:00 am wake up call when he's pulled a long night at the office. That or right before he walks out of the door for the office, and you give him a little of your breakfast to go all over his suit. That is what momma wishes for you. But, don't get your hopes up kiddo. You see, momma doesn't want to tell daddy about you just yet. Momma's afraid she'd hurt him because she kept you a secret from him. I'd do anything not to hurt daddy. If I thought telling him about you would make him happy, I wouldn't hesitate a minute."

"Then why are you?"

"Jesus Matt! You scared me to death."

"Sorry, thought Jeff may have told you I was in here."

"No, he didn't. How much have you heard?"

"A pretty good bit. Shelby, you still haven't answered my question."

"It is almost impossible to."

"Can you explain that to me?"

"Well you see, Shane and I at one point talked about having kids, and were all for it whenever it decided to happen. But then things happened and he left. I tried a few times to contact him, but when he chose not to return my calls, I finally gave up. I told Linda not to tell Shane what was going on. Amy and Nora the same deal."

"So that was what Amy was talking about when she said that you were driving her crazy."

"Probably. That girl puts up with a lot from me."

"Can I give you a bit of advice? I think you should tell Shane the truth. Jeff and I were raised without one parent most of our lives. No one deserves that. Let him be a part of his life."

I went to walk over to Matt, and saw the door close. Who could this be? Let me peek down the hall and see.

"Oh my God! Matt, I've got to go!"

I raced to the women's locker room, almost in tears by the time I walked through the door.

"Nora, I need you to watch him for a few minutes please. Tell Ames she's finally getting what she wanted."

"Shelby, how?"

"I'll tell you later! I've gotta run."

Where did he go? Jesus. I can't find him anywhere. Maybe he's out back. Damn it McMahon where are you?

"He was out here for a few minutes, but once he realized he wasn't alone, he ran back inside."

"Dustin, do you know where he went? I have got to find him, now."

"No I don't. What did you do to him? I can't tell if he is ready to kill or ready to break down and cry."

"I did the one thing I promised myself I would never do to him again. Thanks Dustin."

"No problem. He may have gone to find Amy."

"Thanks."

Where would Amy go? Shane wouldn't talk to her in public if he were upset in any sense. What the hell?

"Ames, what in God's name is going on here?"

"Shane, what are you talking about?"

"Shelby. What do you think I am talking about?"

"One, don't get attitude, two couldn't tell you if I wanted to. Which believe me, I have for a while."

"Why couldn't you have told me?"

"You'll have to ask her."

"I'm afraid to. Afraid of what I might hear."

"You came back for a reason. What is it?"

"To try and talk my dad out of hiring Eric."

"That's it?"

"Of course!"

"Bullshit! That is pure bullshit and you know it!"

"It's the truth."

"You wouldn't know the truth if it jumped up and bit you in the ass. You are so busy believing the lies everyone else is telling you that you don't listen to the ones who try to speak the truth."

"Where the hell do you get off?"

"I would like to ask you the same question. She tried to call you, and you wouldn't give her the time of day. Whatever you've missed out on, you almost deserve it after what she's been through. You've had a walk in the park compared to her nightmare."

"Amy! Enough!"

"Shelby…"

"Still not giving anyone the opportunity to talk I see. You could have just asked and I would have told you. I tried to tell you in November, but apparently I didn't have permission to do it first."

"Can you please tell me what's going on?"

"With what exactly?"

"Everything. The reason Amy's reaming me a new asshole."

"Amy, don't let him go anywhere. I need to go do something first."