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"Did you hear about Trish?" someone asked softly in catering. It was about the dozenth time the question had been posed. The room was half-full at that time of night for RAW, and superstars and divas alike were present.
Not present, however, was the subject of the incessant gossip. Trish Stratus hadn't dared make an appearance at catering yet, as she'd been pacing the floor of the locker room she shared with her boyfriend Christian, trying to break the news to him.
"Christian," she murmured under her breath, "I have something very important to tell you." Pause. "Well... The truth is, I... Um, you're going to be a father." The little blonde shook her head vehemently, annoyed with herself. That sounded so lame! She had to be calm, collected and rational. Why was this so difficult for her?
Christian was presently out of the room. He'd been called to a quick meeting with General Manager Eric Bischoff. For that, Trish felt relieved.
Continuing with her pacing, the Canadian again started to rehearse how she would break the news to her boyfriend.
*
Christian emerged from Bischoff's office all smiles. He felt great and couldn't contain himself. The GM had just let him know that he was due for a shot at the Intercontinental Championship. This was great! The gold was as good as his.
Quickening his steps, he let out a soft laugh. He couldn't wait to tell Trish! She would be ecstatic, perhaps even more so than he was feeling.
"Hi, Christian."
A voice cut into his thoughts, distracting him.
He swung a glance in the direction of the owner of the voice.
"Oh, hey."
"Do you have a minute?" the person questioned.
Christian shrugged. He really wasn't in the mood for a conversation with them. All he could really think of was getting back to Trish and telling her the great news.
"Is it that important?" he asked, wondering how it possibly could be. It wasn't like they were friends, and he really hardly knew the other person.
"Yes, as a matter of fact, it is... And what I have to say has everything to do with you."
The blond man eyed the person wonderingly for a full minute. He couldn't imagine what they meant. This had better be good.
"Okay... But make it quick," he said.
"Oh, don't worry about that," came the reply. "But it should really be private - come with me."
With that, Gail Kim linked her arm into Christian's and steered him away to a nearby empty locker room.
*
Trish looked up at the sound of the knock on the door, stopping her incessant pacing. She stepped over to let in the visitor.
"Hi," Lita said with a smile.
"Hey," the blonde replied. She opened the door a little wider to allow the redhead entrance.
"So, how's it going?"
Trish sighed.
"I'm going to tell him as soon as he returns from his meeting," she said. Then, she realized she had to elaborate, as her friend didn't know what she meant. "He had a meeting with Bischoff."
Lita's eyebrow arched at that.
"I've been rehearsing how to break the news to him," Trish said. "I think I found the perfect way to say it.
The redhead eyed her friend with kind compassion.
"Just say it, Trish... That's all you really have to do."
The little blonde met her gaze and nodded. She let out a sharply held breath.
"You're right."
The two divas looked up as the door abruptly opened. It was Christian, and his mood had completely changed over the course of the last ten minutes.
"Oh, hey... I'll leave you two alone," Lita said as she gave Trish a knowing glance.
"Why bother?" Christian snapped. "After all, everyone around here already knows!"
"What?" Trish eyed him with confusion. What was going on? She glanced over at Lita, who seemed perplexed as well as a bit shocked by the man's demeanor.
"Don't act all innocent, Trish! So, you're pregnant with my kid but were planning on getting an abortion and were not even going to tell me?! How could you?!"
Trish's mouth flew open, and she felt all the blood drain from her face. This had to be a nightmare... It had to be!