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The divas were mingled together in the locker room, and they chattered up a storm in duos or small groups.

Trish, who'd taken it upon herself to call together a little meeting between the ten of them, stood up by the door. The little blonde clapped her hands together in an attempt to get everyone's attention. When that didn't work, she stuck two fingers between her lips and issued a loud whistle.

The room grew silent.

"Ladies, ladies...Thank you - I wanted to call this meeting for a very special reason," Trish began, her hands clasped in front of her as she surveyed each and every face around the room.

"As you all know from our last meeting, I'm not pregnant...The test I took at the doctor's when I brought Lita there confirmed it..." She quickly exchanged glances with Lita, the redhead's gaze steady and unwavering.

"Anyway, what I'm saying is - I think we should let all the guys know the others of us are not expecting..."

"And what about my little plan?" a voice asked, and Stephanie rose from her seat, an almost smug, pleased expression on her face. "You know, to fool the guys a little? Make them sweat for awhile...? Ring a bell?"

"Stephanie, that's just...you have a mean streak in you," Trish replied. "Besides, Molly and Dawn Marie have been complaining that Christian and Bubba, respectively, have been driving them nuts..."

"Oh, and we can't have that..."

"Cut it out, Stephanie," Jacqueline snapped. "I'm not too fond of Kurt treatin' me like a piece of fragile fine china, either!"

Other divas around the room began to agree.

"Okay then..." the blonde Canadian spoke. "It's settled - those of you who haven't already set your men straight - do so tonight..."

*

Lita, Edge, Molly, Christian, Trish and Maven were all sitting together at a table in the hotel cafe. The six of them had gotten together first thing that morning, the divas concentrating on the meeting they'd had the night before.

"Christian," Molly began, "you can relax...And please - stop treating me like I'm going to break..." The brunette reached across the table to take hold of her fiance's hand. "I know what you've been thinking...it's not me, so you can rest..."

The blond man gazed into her eyes guilelessly for a beat before recognition began to sink in.

"Are you telling me...Molly...?"

"You're not going to be a father, Christian...At least not just yet..." the brunette said softly, a gentleness in her blue eyes.

Trish cleared her throat, an almost sheepish look on her face.

"It was my pregnancy test that Bubba found..." she confessed.

As a look of surprise crossed both Christian and Edge's faces, the blond went on.

"It was a false positive - I'm not pregnant after all...I thought I was, but it was proven I wasn't when I went to a clinic..."

Maven reached across the table to give his girlfriend's hand a loving squeeze. Trish took strength from him.

"So basically," Lita cut in, "I'm the only one of all the divas who is pregnant..."

The guys all exchanged somewhat confused glances.

"The other girls are all setting their men straight, if they haven't already...I know Lilian had already told Brock the truth..."

"Wow..." Christian breathed. "So that puts that to rest..."

"Yeah..." Lita said with a wink and smile as she turned to eye her boyfriend. Edge's face was full of love for the redhead. "All the rest of you guys can breath easily..."

"Li..."

The normally high-flying diva focused all of her concentration on him.

"You know what?" Edge asked, his hand traveling under the table to gently touch her abdomen.

"I wouldn't have it any other way..."
 

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