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"I can't," Trish cried, her brown eyes growing wide with fear. "I just... can't!"
Lita glanced at Edge, exchanging looks with him until she shifted her focus back on the obviously terrified blonde woman.
"Trish..."
"What are you talking about?" Edge asked, cutting off whatever else his girlfriend had in mind to say. "You have to."
"No." The Canadian diva shook her head frantically, one of her small hands coming up as though to ward off his words.
Edge glared at her with disbelief as the redhead tried to comfort her.
"You don't understand," Trish moaned. "We haven't even been together that long."
"So what?" the blond man asked, shrugging. "You're still carrying his child. He has a right to know."
"I know that, and you're right," Trish said softly. She bit her lip as she felt tears welling in her eyes. She shook her head. "But I can't! Christian will hate me. We never even intended to be serious."
"Trish, Edge is right," the other woman piped in. "Serious or not, together a long or short time, it doesn't matter. You have to tell him about the baby."
"He'll hate me!"
Edge rolled his eyes. Trish was really getting on his nerves, and what with the way she'd been acting the last three months, being such a bitch to everyone, he had no qualms about letting her know that.
"Give me a break... Look," he spat, fixing his annoyed green eyes on her, "grow up... Be a woman. The guy's got a right to know he's gonna be a father. I'll tell you, if it were me, you bet your ass I'd want to know."
"I know you would," she replied, apparently unphased by his other comments. Trish wished she could just withdraw inside of herself and not have to deal with any of this. Of course, that was an impossibility. She bit her lip as she stared from Edge to Lita. "I just... I'll tell him," she finally relented. "I just need a little time... A few days."
The blond man rolled his eyes, but the redhead put a consoling arm around her shoulders. It was almost hard to believe that just a mere half-hour ago, they'd been enemies.
"That sounds fair enough. Doesn't it, Edge?" The taller diva turned to meet her boyfriend's eyes and nodded, hoping he would mimick her gesture.
"Sure... Whatever," he replied, seeming disinterested at this point. Maybe I'll just tell him myself if you insist on being such a chickenshit, he thought. But he knew it wasn't his place to do that.
Trish sniffled and wiped lightly at her eyes. She gave the redhead a grateful look.
"Thank you," she whispered, barely able to get the words out. "I know how awful I've been toward you, Lita... I can't thank you enough for being so kind... for just being there for me."
"It's okay, Trish," the high-flyer said. "All is forgiven now." She hugged the tiny blonde against her side for a beat, but that didn't mean she failed to notice the disapproval clearly shining in her boyfriend's eyes. She exchanged glances with him, silently pleading with him to behave.
Edge merely shook his head. All he could think was that trouble was sure to be heading their way. Trish Stratus needed to pony up and go talk to Christian, she didn't need to keep it all inside for now. As far as he was concerned, the sooner she broke the news of her pregnancy to his brother, the better.
"I have an idea," Lita announced, and she sat back to search the blonde's face for a reaction. "How about I take you to the hospital? You can see an actual doctor to confirm that the pregnancy test is accurate." She shrugged one shoulder, tilting her head to one side as Trish merely eyed her in silence. "This way, we'll know for sure that you'll even have to tell Christian anything." She shifted her gaze to Edge, but her boyfriend had already busied himself with something else. She couldn't read any sort of reaction from him, but she knew he was listening.
"Okay," the petite blonde answered. She gave a weak smile she didn't really feel. "Yeah, maybe I'm agonizing over absolutely nothing." But she knew that wasn't the case.
"Exactly," Lita said, though she had a feeling the pregnancy test hadn't lied. "Well, I have a match against Gail in a bit. How about, after RAW, we take a ride over to the General Hospital? It's not that far away," the diva offered.
"Sure, Lita." Trish nodded, again feeling so grateful toward the other woman. She cast a quick glance over at
Edge to note the man was glaring at her. She understood where he was coming from in procrastinating on breaking the
news to her boyfriend. But at the same time, he had no clue whatsoever about what she was going through.