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Trish Stratus sauntered from the bathroom to the main portion of the hotel room she and Maven were sharing. A feeling of nervousness swept over her as she made her way to the bed, where her boyfriend lay waiting.

The little blonde hugged her arms around herself, a slight chill coursing through her at the cool feel of the air-conditioning, and she shivered a bit in her sheer black nightie. She gently bit her lip in anticipation as she edged closer to the bed, then slipped under the blanket beside Maven.

The young man tossed aside the paperback novel he'd been reading, his arms instantly encircling the diva.

Trish pulled back slightly, gazing into his dark eyes, the anxiety still within.

"Baby, what is it?"

The blonde blinked, as though unsure of why he was asking her this.

"Huh?"

Maven eyed her with curiosity. He'd noticed that, over the last couple of days, his girlfriend had seemed pretty distracted.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Nothing..." The reply came way too fast.

"Come on, Trish - I know you..." the Tough Enough winner insisted, his arm slipping a little lower so that his hand touched her waist. "You've been acting weird the last couple of days. Spill it..."

The diva blinked, swallowing nervously. Deep down, she knew she had to tell him - he had a right ro know - and she had no right not to tell him. Besides, he wouldn't be mad or upset... Would he?

Again biting her lip in her nervousness, Trish sighed and begsn.

"Okay...Okay, honey - you're right...Something's...on my mind..."

Maven nodded, his gaze on hers unwavering and steady.

"I thought something, and I actually believed I had proof of it, but it turns out it was a false alarm..." Trish explained.

The young man's eyes widened as the recognition of what the diva was telling him sunk in. And he knew, without a shadow of a doubt, what she was trying to tell him...

His heart began to pound harder in his chest, his pulse audible in his ears.

"Trish, that...that pregnancy test Bubba found was...yours?" he managed to get out.

The petite blonde kept her gaze on his, and she couldn't help but shift her eyes down for a beat. Although she'd felt relieved earlier in the day when she'd found out the truth, now, she couldn't help but feel a sense of regret. She guessed that, deep down, she would have loved to have a baby with Maven.

Trish nodded as she raised her brown eyes back up to meet those of her boyfriend.

"Trish, my God...What-" The man cut off his own speech as he looked her over quickly, and the diva shook her head.

"Maven...Honey, when Lita fainted in the ring, I went with her and Edge to the hospital. As you know, she's pregnant...But after all that, I went back on my own..." She swallowed and paused before resuming. "It turns out that I'm not pregnant..."

"But the pregnancy test...?"

"False positive..." Trish explained.

"Oh...Okay..." He sighed almost dejectedly, and there was a sudden silence between the two.

Trish sighed as well, then lay down and snuggled in Maven's arms. It seemed as though no words were required at this time...