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Trish twisted her hands nervously as she paced the length of the hotel room. She could feel the bild rising up into the back of her throat and knew she was going to throw up before too much longer. In the meantime, however, she swallowed it back down and continued to mentally prepare herself.
She had decided that Edge and Lita were right... Besides that, she knew she had no other alternative. He had a right to know, and the sooner, the better.
She was going to tell Christian the truth... She was going to tell him about the baby.
It was late... A quick glimpse at the watch she was still wearing at the late hour told her it was nearing one in the morning. Trish knew her boyfriend had gone out to a local club with Lita, Chris Jericho, Victoria and possibly a couple of other people. She, of course, had been invited but had declined. The last thing she needed was to be in a loud, smoky club. The little blonde had made up a very true excuse that she wasn't feeling up to it and had stayed in.
Trish bit her lip as she paused in her pacing. She knew it wasn't exactly an ideal scenario to break the news to her boyfriend that she was pregnant with his child in the wee hours of the morning... not to mention the fact that she'd known about it for two weeks but had been so scared she'd kept it from him in that time. She only hoped he would be the usual kind, caring, compassionate man he normally was when the time came.
She ran a hand through her long hair, exhaling slowly when she heard the lock suddenly turning on the other side of the door. This was it... Trish steeled herself, crossing her arms lightly as she tried to appear as casual as possible.
Too bad she didn't feel casual, or comfortable.
The door suddenly opened, and Christian stumbled into the room, nearly tripping on his own feet. He kicked the door closed as he did so, and Trish managed to get out of his way in an instant. She frowned as she studied him.
"Hey, gawgeous," he slurred. His blue eyes were most definitely not totally focused, and they seemed a bit glassy to her.
Trish sucked in a breath, realizing that he was quite drunk. She hated seeing him in such a state. And she wasn't sure if this was actually a bad thing or good for her - because there was no way she was telling him he was going to be a father while he was in such an inebriated state. It just simply wasn't going to happen.
"Christian, you're a mess!" she said, unsure whether it was with dismay or relief.
"I'm okay," he said, shaking his head repeatedly and grinning at her. He stumbled over to the bed and plopped himself down on it, kicking off his shoes. He held his arms out to her. "Come 'ere!"
Trish bit her lip and gazed at him with uncertainty. Then, her heart pounding in triple-time, she edged over and sat down next to him.
He made a contented sound deep in his throat and made a grab for her. Pulling her at the waist, he tried to hoist the tiny blonde against him to lay beside him.
Trish squirmed a little, her mind on the baby she was carrying. She had a feeling that if he knew she was pregnant, he wouldn't dare paw at her the way he was now doing - regardless of the fact that he was drunk.
Christian didn't quite get why she was pushig at him as he was tugging on her. He pouted and uttered a sound of protest that was partly a whine. He sought her face and met her brown eyes, which were now seemingly filled with worry.
"Honey, no."
He gave her a questioning, imploring look. For some reason, he was having a difficult time reading her, which he never did.
"Trish... 'Was da matter?" he managed to stutter out. Jeez, he really did feel quite plastered. That was the last time he would drink five beers and chase them down with two Manhattans!
The little blonde Canadian felt more ill at ease than ever. She felt her stomach clench up even more and closed her eyes, pacing herself. She knew what she was about to do and knew she was wrong for doing it now.
"Christian... I'm pregnant." She blurted it out so quickly, and there was no going back now. She opened her eyes again, her gaze trailing down to the short-haired Canadian, but he didn't even seem to have a reaction. In fact, his eyes were closed, and he had one hand pressed against his forehead.
"Tha's nice..."
The little blonde stared at him, and in mere moments, Christian was asleep... or, more accurately, passed out in his drunken stupor.
She sighed as she stood up to tuck him more properly into the bed, removing his shoes and covering him up with the blanket. She cursed herself inside. She knew she had gone about this the wrong way.
What a coward she was.