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"Hey, there's my girl."
Trish looked up abruptly at the sound of Christian's voice as he entered his locker room. Her nerves were most definitely frazzled as she faced her boyfriend. He had to be wondering where she'd been. She only hoped he wouldn't realized she'd been crying.
"Where were you all this time?" he asked.
"With a friend," she replied quickly. "One of the divas."
Christian smirked.
"Ahh, gotcha... You were with Molly to strategize for your next match against Lita, huh?"
Trish bit down gently on her lip.
"No," she said. "Actually, I was with Lita."
This time, her boyfriend nearly did a double-take as he stared at her.
"Is that right? I thought your friendship with her was over." He shifted his gaze elsewhere, suspicion running through him. Before he'd gotten with Trish, he'd tried to get Lita on his good side - simply in an attempt to get her into bed because of the little bet he and Chris Jericho had going. It hadn't mattered to him that the redhead was his brother's girlfriend... After all, he and Edge hadn't been on speaking terms for more than a year, and he wasn't around, so Lita was fair game as far as Christian was concerned. Of course, in the end, things hadn't exactly gone as he'd hoped, but he'd ended up getting Trish instead. The big obvious difference, however, was that he'd actually fallen head-over-heels madly in love with the blonde diva. He really, truly did love her, and he was not with her because of any bet. He sincerely hoped the redhead hadn't put any stupid ideas into Trish's head.
"I thought so, too," the little blonde admitted. "But thank goodness, that's not the case. Sh-She's been a really good friend to me, Christian."
He neared her, sitting down on the black leather couch beside her to peer into her dark eyes. He placed a hand beneath her delicate chin, making her face him.
"She didn't say anything bad about me, I hope... or try to convince you to do anything stupid?" The Canadian swallowed hard, unable to utter the words, or convince you to break up with me. He was desperately afraid Trish would do just that, even if he verbalized it.
The beautiful diva shook her head.
"No... No, not at all. She was just there for me as a friend." She looked away from his face as she thought about what had happened, and their conversation. Lita had promised to go with her to the hospital so she could be absolutely, one-hundred percent sure. They would go the next week.
"Oh, okay," Christian said. It wasn't lost on him that he was suddenly feeling quite relieved. Trish wouldn't lie to him, so he definitely felt as though a momentous weight had been lifted from his shoulders. "Good... That's real good."
Trish was silent for a moment, absorbed in her own tumultuous thoughts. How was he going to react when she told him? Would he be angry, sad or happy? Would he still be there for her - for them - regardless of how he reacted? Those questions and concerns plagued her mind. Abruptly, she whipped her head his way, her gaze catching his blue orbs in an instant.
"Christian... You know I love you, right?" Her voice was so full of doubt, tentativeness and uncertainty. God, she was feeling so vulnerable.
The blond man nodded as he held her gaze with his own. His fingertips felt so soft as they caressed her delicate jawline.
"I do... and I love you, too, Trish."
Reassured, the pretty blonde suddenly felt a tiny smile creep its way onto her face. Her eyes slowly fluttered closed as Christian moved his face closer to hers. His lips felt soft but sweet and demanding as they found her own. Their kiss was tender and passionate, and like always, Trish found herself breathless. And just like that, her self-confidence was once again restored...
... At least for the time being.
She smiled gently at him as the kiss ended, her fingers caressing his stubbled cheek. She tried to push it
to the back of her mind for now, but she knew that pretty soon, she would have a lot to discuss with him. She
only hoped she would be strong enough to do it.