Hope's thoughts were interrupted when she heard the crash and the screams. What the hell? She peeked out of shower and saw Hawkins and Ryder admiring her body. She screamed before pointing the shower head at them. The young Diva grabbed a towel and quickly wrapped it around her body, much to Hawkins' and Ryder's dismay. She glared them, dripping wet and increasingly mad. She placed her hands on her hips before uttering a single world.

"What the hell is wrong with you two?" Hope snapped.

"Uh, we were just, uhm…" Ryder stammered.

"Yeah, we had to…uh…" Hawkins scratched his head.

Hope rolled her eyes. She knew exactly what they were doing. The next time she saw Edge she was going to give him a piece of her mind. It certainly wouldn't be pretty. Hope glared as the Edgeheads continued to check her out. She scoffed, part of her disgusted. She grabbed both Hawkins and Ryder by their throats and pushed them against the wall.

"If I ever catch you two spying on me again, I'll castrate you," Hope snapped.

Hawkins and Ryder both started to mutter apologies, looks of fear on their faces. They knew if Hope really wanted to, she'd kick the shit out of them. Probably for fun. Hawkins and Ryder raced out of the room the moment Hope released them from her grip. As they ran out, Ashley and Maria came in. The two divas looked at Hope, confusion on their faces. Hope simply rolled her eyes, shaking her head.

Jeff rubbed his face with his hands, letting out a sigh. Was he going crazy? First Michaela and now Kellie. Why were his ex-girlfriends randomly showing up? Did they want to drive him even more insane? Jeff half expected to see Beth come out of nowhere. She wasn't going to. She'd made it perfectly when she'd left him at the alter that she didn't want to see him ever again. That'd killed him. Jeff looked up to see John come out of the room that Kellie had just come out of. He called after John, waiting for him to come over.

"Were you just with Kellie?" Jeff asked.

"Uhm, yeah. I was," John muttered.

"Why? Why is she here?"

"I don't know. We just talked."

"I know that look on your face."

"Face it, Jeff. Your love life is already complicated."

"Yeah. Especially with Michaela back."

"What?! She's back?"

"Yeah. Apparently I'm a father."

John opened his mouth to make a reply but no words would come out. Jeff was a father? Michaela had reproduced? John didn't know what was harder to believe. Did this mean that Michaela had changed? Not at all. John had a feeling that Jeff believed otherwise. He also had a feeling that Jeff planned on keeping this from Hope. Just when nobody thought things could get more complicated, the unthinkable happened. John could tell that Jeff was having mixed feelings. It was all in his facial expression.

"What are you gonna do about it?" John asked.

"I don't know," Jeff admitted. "I wanna know my own daughter."

"No. I meant about this whole love square you got going on."

"Love square?"

"Yeah. You, Hope, Michelle and Michaela."

"Michaela's not in the picture. I'm with Michelle."

"You still have feelings for Hope. Why are you hiding it?"

"She doesn't feel that way about me."

"She slept with you."

"That doesn't change the fact that she's still engaged."

"She wants you to fight for her."

Jeff stood in the center of the ring, his game face on. He had a match against Randy now. It was basically due to the fact that Jeff had gotten so sick of Randy's constant whining about the WWE Championship. Besides, Jeff knew that a match would get his mind off of other things. Except when he looked into the crowd, he saw Michaela sitting in the front row. Jeff gritted his teeth, awaiting the sounds of Randy's music. The sound of Randy's new song played and a chorus of boos erupted throughout the arena. Jeff couldn't help but smirk. Lately, Randy was being booed no matter what he did.

The Legend Killer dove into the ring, stepping up to the Rainbow Haired Warrior. The two superstars stood face to face, glaring at each other. The moment the bell rang, Randy punched Jeff in the face and started with his offense. The match continued with the whole left, right, left, right punches for a while. Until Jeff lost his focus. He'd caught a glimpse of Michaela and she'd blown him a kiss. Jeff paused, staring at her. The next thing he knew, Randy hit the RKO and he was on his back getting pinned.

"Here is your winner…Randy Orton!"

The crowd booed as Randy stood victorious. They booed even more when Randy started to kick Jeff in the gut. The boos turned to cheers when Hope's music played and the brunette rushed to Jeff's side. Randy attempted to kick Jeff again but Hope grabbed his leg and shoved him to the ground. The Legend Killer glared at her before sliding out of the ring. Jeff was on his knees, doubled over in pain. Hope helped him out of the ring and into the back. She knew exactly why Randy had attacked Jeff after the match.

"Are you okay?" Hope asked.

"I feel like Orton hole into my gut," Jeff replied.

"No hole. Just a lot of pain and bruises."

"Thanks for coming out."

"What are friends for?"

There was that dreadful word again. Friends. It still felt like a knife to the chest. No. It was so much worse than that. Jeff let his hands linger on Hope's hips, moving his body closer to hers. They backed up against the walls, their faces only inches apart. Jeff resisted the urge to kiss Hope. He knew couldn't. As Hope wrapped her arms around his neck, Jeff caught a glimpse of her engagement ring. He took a deep breath as he rested his head on her shoulder. Jeff couldn't help but let his hands circle Hope's body, wishing that she was his and only his.

Hope looked up accidentally catching Jeff in a kiss. As he went to kiss her again, she pushed him away. The two locked eyes as Jeff's hands resumed their place on Hope's hips once more. No words were needed between the two. The look in theirs eyes said it all. Hope reached up, letting her fingers linger on Jeff's lip ring. Jeff closed his eyes, letting her touch sink in. he felt her other hand on the back of his neck and nearly died. Her touch was too much. This shouldn't have been happening. Jeff couldn't fight the urges anymore. He pulled Hope into a kiss, sliding his tongue into her mouth. His tongue brushed against, exploring the dark places before she pulled away. Defeated, Jeff let her rest her head on his shoulder.

"I love you," she whispered in his ear.

Jeff couldn't believe what he'd just heard. She said she loved him. Before he could make a reply, CM Punk came over to them. He gave Jeff a somewhat friendly smile, purposely ignoring the fact that the Rainbow Haired Warrior had his arms around his fiancée. Jeff quickly pulled away from Hope, not daring to meet her eyes. Hope linked her arm with Punk's as she kissed him, smiling that smile of hers. Jeff hated how perfect Punk and Hope seemed. Why couldn't he have that with Michelle? Or with Michaela? It didn't seem fair. Regardless, seeing Hope happy was a good thing.

"What's going on?" Punk asked.

"Nothing. We were just talking."

"Then why is she crying?"

"Phil, don't. I'm fine," Hope interjected.

"What happened?"

"Randy doesn't know how to mind his business."

Hope kissed Punk goodbye and turned to Jeff. She looked him in the eye and her whole body froze. She quickly hurried off, not able to face him. Jeff still had hundreds of thoughts going through his head. Hope had said she loved him. She'd said it in present tense. Not past. That was a good thing, right? Jeff turned to make his exit as well when Punk grabbed his arm. Punk looked Jeff in the eye, knowing exactly what he was going to say. It had to be said now.

"What's with the two of you?" Punk asked.

"What do you mean?" Jeff countered.

"You guys hardly talk. Is it because of me?"

"I think so."

"I don't want that. You guys are friends."

"I didn't think you wanted me around her."

Hope was making her way to the women's locker room when someone bumped into her. She saw a tuft of red hair and instantly knew that it was Jeff's ex Michaela. Hope couldn't hide her glare even if she wanted to. She couldn't help it. There was just too much hatred. Michaela glared at Hope, unaware of who she was. The two girls eyed each other up and down, neither one daring to break the stares. Hope didn't want to start anything but she was itching to know why Jeff's ex had resurfaced. Maybe it only bothered her because of how great her feelings were for Jeff. Or maybe she just knew how bad it hurt when someone cheated on you.

"You must be Michaela," Hope mused.

"And who the hell are you?" Michaela demanded.

"First off skank, cut the attitude."

"Make me, you little whore."

"Don't push me."

"Whatever. I've got better thins to do."

"Stay away from Jeff."

"Oh, you're Hope. I expected someone prettier."

"Well, he dated you didn't he?"

Michaela was ready to punch Hope when Matt pretty much shoved her away. He put an arm protectively around Hope, know she was lethal when she was pissed. Hope shoved Matt's arm away only to have him put his arm around her again. She supposed it was a good thing. She didn't want to end up in a catfight. At least not at the moment. Michaela stepped up to Hope and Matt, her glare becoming more vicious.

"This isn't over," Michaela snapped.

"Of course it's not. I didn't win," Hope shot back.