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"Did you tell him?"
Trish guiltily eyed Lita upon the question, but at the same time, she felt bombarded. She had just come to the hotel room the redhead was sharing with Edge, and to say she'd been caught off-guard would be an understatement. She would have expected that from the blond man, but not from Lita.
She shook her head, hanging it somewhat as she entered the room.
"I... I couldn't," she said. She glanced around, relived beyond belief to see that Edge apparently wasn't there. She seated herself heavily on the edge of the hotel bed, and the other diva joined her.
Lita frowned.
"What happened?" she asked.
"Well," the little blonde began, wringing her hands, "I was going to tell him last night... But when he got back to our room, he was drunk." She looked up to meet Lita's concerned hazel orbs. "I couldn't very well tell him when he was in that state."
The other woman sighed and nodded in agreement.
"You're right... But what about this morning - now?"
"He's still asleep... And he'll have a hangover when he wakens." Trish knew she was overanalyzing and procrastinating too much. She could still tell Christian she was pregnant while he had a hangover... At least he would be sober and lucid, even if he did feel miserable.
"So, you're not going to tell him today, either?" Lita asked.
The blonde met her gaze to see that the taller diva's face was a combined mask of pity, concern and something else she couldn't quite decipher.
She shrugged, and deep down, she felt downright ashamed of herself. What a coward she was being. What was that? Who was this sniveling weakling? Because she knew this was most certainly not Trish Stratus - not the Trish Stratus she had been for her entire life. When had she been reduced to a woman who quaked at the mere thought of telling her boyfriend perhaps the most important news of both their lives?
Lita felt sympathetic toward the little blonde's plight. It was a funny thing to feel, considering that a couple of weeks prior, they'd been deadly enemies... But now, the redhead definitely felt as though they had regained their friendship. She reached over for Trish's hand, which she was dismayed to discover was cold as ice.
"Trish... Listen to me," she said, her tone even and gentle. "You don't want Christian to find out from a third party."
Trish gave her a fearful and and incredulous look. She didn't think the redhead would do such a thing to her... But what about Edge? She wasn't so sure about him.
"He should hear the news from you, and you alone," Lita went on. "Believe me, I know how it is."
The blonde bit her lip, her nerves frazzled. She nodded.
"You don't want him to find out from someone else that you're carrying his child, do you?"
Trish shook her head.
"No... Of course not."
*
From out in the hallway, a certain someone, who'd been planning to pay Lita a visit, gasped in shock. Trish Stratus was pregnant? This was unbelievable, a really juicy piece of gossip, and the person loved gossip! They turned away from the hotel room door and rushed to the next flight, fully intending to share the news they'd overheard.
*
Half an hour or so later, Lita looked up at the sound of the hotel room door opening. She gave the man a somewhat sad smile and a nod as he came toward her.
"So... How did it go?" Edge sat down beside his girlfriend, putting an arm around her.
"Not so good," she replied with a shrug. "She still hasn't told him yet."
The Canadian groaned and set his jaw in annoyance.
"I have half a mind to just tell him myself... I mean, the guy has a right to know!"
The redhead stayed silent as she gazed at him.
"But I won't... It's not my news to tell, and he should hear it from her and no one else," Edge concluded.
Lita nodded. She sighed and leaned against the blond man, resting her head on his shoulder. As he rubbed his hand up and down her side, she spoke again.
"Maybe she'll tell him tonight. But if she doesn't, then maybe I should tell her about our situation."
The Canadian pulled back just enough to peer into his girlfriend's face. He nodded.
"That might not be such a bad idea, sweetie." Sadness swept over him ever so briefly, and he pressed a tender kiss to Lita's temple.
The two just stayed there like that for long moments afterward.