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Lita eyed Trish with a measure of mistrust. Her arms were tightly crossed under her breasts as she examined the blonde woman's face. She hoped she wasn't making a big mistake here.
The two divas were in the redhead's locker room after the Canadian had explained her predicament. Victoria had returned while Trish had been out at a nearby drugstore, and Lita had had to ask her to share a locker room with someone else. The raven-haired diva had given her a peculiar look but hadn't asked any questions.
And so, now... Well, now Lita stood by Trish in the small bathroom. The petite blonde was now mere seconds away from confirming whether she had cause for the alarm she'd felt lately.
The redhead cocked her head to one side, glancing down at the tiny sheet of directions she held in her hands. She saw Trish pick up the device over by the sink, the blonde letting out an uneasy sigh.
"If it's pink, it's a negative..." Lita said. "... but if it's blue, it's a positive."
Trish let out a small gasp akin to horror, her brown eyes growing wide as she dropped the stick as though it had burned her. A thousand fears swept through her and taunted her all at once.
"Oh, God!"
The redhead didn't have to ask any questions. she would have to be an idiot not to know what the results were displaying...
... Trish was pregnant. And, as the tiny blonde woman went over to retrieve the pregnancy test, the redhead's gaze caught the blue line and confirmed what she already knew.
"Oh, my God! What... Lita!" The tiny blonde turned her shocked, terrified gaze the redhead's way. "... What am I going to do? Christian and I have only been together a couple of short months!" She choked on a sob she felt building up. "What am I going to do?" she repeated.
"Trish," Lita said, looking the other woman straight in the eye, "what you're gonna do is pull yourself together and-" She abruptly stopped speaking as she thought she heard a very distinctive sound - one of someone having entered the locker room through the door just outside the tiny lavatory.
"Lita? Is everything okay in there?"
It was Edge's voice. Neither woman had much chance to react as the tall blond man suddenly poked his head into the open doorway. He stopped speaking as his gaze went from his girlfriend to the little blonde with whom she'd once been friends but with whom she'd been bitter enemies for months. His green eyes narrowed suspiciously as they fell upon Trish.
"What's going on in here?" he asked.
"N-nothing."
"Nothing, Edge."
The two divas responded instantaneously and simultaneously, and the blond man couldn't help but feel even more suspicious. But then he realized just what it was that Trish was holding in her right hand, and he grew alarmed.
"That's a pregnancy test!" Edge exclaimed as he pointed with one hand. He stared at Lita, his emerald eyes filled with concern. "Lita, that's... that's not *yours*, is it?"
The redhead calmly exchanged glances with Trish, and the blonde wondered how she could react with such ease. Then again, the test *wasn't* hers, so she could breathe so very easily.
Shifting her hazel eyes back to her boyfriend, the redhead replied.
"No, Edge... It *isn't* mine."
The tall Canadian glanced with alarm back toward Trish. Naturally, he knew the little blonde had been seeing his brother for the last two and a half months, possibly longer. Then, "Is it my brother's child?"
The Canadian diva opened her mouth, but no speech emerged. She felt like a deer trapped in an oncoming car's headlights - petrified. She chanced looking away from Edge and met Lita's eyes.
"Answer me!" the tall blond man snapped. "Is it my brother's baby?" He enunciated each word, as though the young woman were either hard of hearing or incapable of comprehending the question.
"Y-yes," Trish squeaked out, fear in her eyes. "Of course..."
Edge exchanged glances with his girlfriend, the redhead silently communicating with him.
"Well... In that case, you had better discuss this with him."