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Edge opened his eyes slowly, reluctantly as rays of sunlight filtered through the window. He stretched and yawned, not wanting to move. It was comfortable in the room, his blanket half-on, half-off and the air conditioning on full blast. And then, he turned over onto his other side and caught sight of the woman curled up under the blanket in the opposite bed.
His heart softened as he gazed at Lita. The poor diva was out like a light, but he was relieved to see her finally appearing peaceful. Lord knew, the previous night had been so rough for her, in spite of Jericho and himself having saved her from Kane.
Speaking of Jericho... He wondered what was going on in the other blond man's head. He knew Y2J had been plenty pissed at him last night, when Lita had chosen *him* to room with. Well, that was just tough shit. Still, they were in on this thing together, as they both cared about the redhead and wanted to protect her. Although... he knew he wanted to do that all *himself*. As he'd told the other man the other night, he could've gotten chokeslammed straight to hell by Kane, for all he cared.
The tall blond man turned back to Lita, his gaze relaxed as he fixed it on her. She murmured and made a soft sleepy sound, and he realized she was rousing. Then, sure enough, the woman shifted slightly, her eyes fluttering open.
The first sight she beheld was Edge. His sleepy green eyes were watching her, a gentle expression on his handsome face. He made her feel so safe - just as he had last night.
She pushed herself up into a sitting position, then swung her legs around over the side of the bed as she yawned, one hand flying up to her mouth in a daintily feminine gesture. Edge felt a small smile touching his lips despite the dire situation they were in. This woman made him feel all sorts of tenderness.
"'Morning," he said, sitting up as well. "You sleep well?"
She nodded, crossing her arms over her breasts as a chill ran through her. The air conditioner was right beside her, and all she'd worn to bed was one of the blond man's T-shirts. It was huge on her, but she felt cold regardless.
"Good morning," she replied.
Edge continued to watch her, his heart melting. Instantly, he noticed that she appeared cold. He rose from the bed, crossing over to her, to the air conditioner just above her bed.
The redhead watched as he fiddled with the dials, lowering the unit considerably. It was still summer out there, and they needed to keep cool, but he didn't want her to freeze in here. Her comfort came first and foremost.
Lita gave him a small smile of thanks as he stepped back, then sat down on the edge of the bed beside her. The smile quickly vanished, however, as she was suddenly plagued by thoughts of what she had confessed to him the previous night. And, now that she thought about it, she really didn't feel well - at all.
"Are you okay, Lita?" Edge asked, his voice laced with concern. He frowned as he realized the redhead's face grew downright... Well, *green*, actually. She looked as though...
"I'm gonna be sick..." she moaned, shaking her head in answer to his question. In a flash, she rose from the bed and ran to the small bathroom across the way.
The tall blond man got up and followed her steps, and he felt badly for her as he stood just outside the door. He felt helpless to do anything to alleviate her suffering, but what *could* he do? He hadn't even thought of morning sickness. But of course she was dealing with it these days - he should have known.
Quickly, Edge turned and ducked back into the main portion of the room. In a haste, he grabbed his wallet, then left the room with the intention of getting the diva a ginger ale from the vending machine he'd seen a little further down the hall last night.
His guard shot up in an instant as he approached the machine... Just ahead, getting a drink himself, was Chris Jericho.
The other blond man turned, surprised for a beat that someone had been standing behind him. Then, just as quickly, his expression hardened, and he glared his former friend down and up as he raised the Doctor Pepper up to his lips and took a long swallow.
For the moment, Edge ignored Jericho as he scrambled to get the soda for Lita. She was all he cared about at the moment. He deposited his money, pushed the button that would give him a can of Canada Dry, then turned to leave.
"I can't believe you, Jerky..."
The sound of Y2J's voice stopped him for a few seconds. The tall blond man turned to glare at the other wrestler.
"What the hell are you talking about?" he snarled.
"You left her there - all alone. And all for a stupid soda?" Jericho barked.
Edge gave the other blond a dirty look, not thinking the remark warranted a response. And then, he began to resume his way back to the room he and the diva had shared. Unfortunately, Chris insisted on following him back, his big mouth issuing more complaints and insults as they walked.
The tall blond turned a deaf ear for the moment as he walked quickly, his long legs allowing him to take greater
strides. He hoped he would be able to outwalk Jericho as he continued to worry about Lita.