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"Steph?" Chris Jericho ducked his head into the doorway of the Billion Dollar Princess' office.
"Hi, Chris." The brunette smiled as she stood up from her desk and walked around it to go to her boyfriend.
Y2J put his arms around her, and the young woman suddenly became aware of the look of concern on his face.
"What's wrong?"
The blond man arched an eyebrow as he met her gaze. He was still thinking about what Test had said earlier that night, and there was no way he was going to tell Stephanie about it.
"How are you feeling, Steph?" he asked, trying not to be obvious about his scrutiny of the woman. "Do you feel okay these days?"
"Sure," the brunette replied. "I'm feeling fine." She gave him a strange look, wondering why he was asking. She hadn't been sick in at least six months - and the last time she had been, she'd had a cold that had lasted a mere three days.
"Good," Jericho said, finally managing a smile. "That's good to know..."
After a few more minutes, the self-proclaimed King of the World had to leave for his match, which would be the main event for the night. He and Christian would be facing the team of Booker T and Rob Van Dam.
The brunette stepped out into the hall, glancing around and suddenly noticed another diva nearby.
"Molly!" She gestured to the other woman to approach her.
"Oh, hey, Stephanie," the shorter woman said cheerfully.
"Can I talk to you for a minute?" Stephanie asked. "There's something I need to ask you..."
"Of course."
Stephanie gestured for Molly to follow her, and they went into her office together. After shutting the door, the taller woman spoke.
"Have you noticed anything strange going on tonight?"
Molly blinked. "You mean besides Lita fainting out of the blue during our match earlier?"
"No...I mean with the guys," the other woman said. "Because I just saw Chris, and he is acting really strange..."
"Now that you mention it," the little brunette said, "Christian's been acting weird tonight, too..."
"How so?"
"Oh, he was driving me crazy earlier!" Molly exclaimed. "It was like he didn't want me to be in my match tonight...He was such a pest. I finally let him have it!" She balled her right hand into a fist, punching the air beside her.
Stephanie pressed a forefinger to her lips, head slightly down as she thought about what the younger woman had just told her. "Wait a minute - back up," she said. As the other woman met her eyes speculatively, she continued. "Christian was expressing displeasure over you being in the match?"
Molly nodded.
"I've got it!" the tall brunette said, her blue eyes widening with excitement. "They know about the pregnancy test!"
The other woman's eyes widened, her mouth dropping open in surprise. "Do you really think so?" she questioned.
"That's the only thing that makes sense," the taller woman replied. "Somehow, they must have found out about it...and now, Christian thinks you're pregnant, and Chris thinks I am..."
"Oh, no!" Molly exclaimed. "Stephanie, I think you're probably right! So, what do we do about this?"
"Well...we did promise we weren't going to spill the beans - that we were going to help her. Besides," Stephanie added with a somewhat evil grin, "if it's not only Chris and Christian, but all the guys who are dating divas, this might be fun..."
"What do you mean?"
"What I mean, Molly - is that we can have a lot of fun with this." She met the shorter diva's eyes knowingly, her grin widening somewhat.
The petite diva arched an eyebrow as she eyed Stephanie, a smirk forming on her face.