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Chris stepped out into the arena hallway and rushed in the direction of the entryway.

He had to go to his baby sister... Amy needed him. She'd just done what had perhaps been the most difficult thing she'd ever done in her entire life, and despite the strength she'd displayed in doing so, he knew she had to be close to breaking down.

The Wolverine came to a screeching halt as he rounded a corner, as he'd nearly collided with another person. Luckily, he spotted a movement at the last second and caught himself.

"Whoa! Chris...it's you..."

Benoit stared directly into the large blue eyes of Stephanie.

"Stephanie...I'm sorry," he said, his gaze glued to her pretty face.

"It's okay, Chris..." the brunette assured him. She cocked her head slightly to one side as she continued to regard him. "I saw what Amy did out there just now...My God, she must really feel-" Stephanie shook her head as she allowed the sentence to trail off there. "I thought she would need a friend..."

"Yeah, me too...or a brother..." Benoit gestured in the direction in which he was headed. "C'mon, let's go to her..."

The brunette nodded, her expression serious. And then her heart began to thud - not unpleasantly - as she suddenly felt Chris reach down and take hold of her hand as they walked...

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"I...I'm sorry, Trish..." Amy said softly, wiping her cheeks with the backs of her hands. She eyed her fellow diva and friend sheepishly.

The little blonde shook her head.

"Don't apologize, honey...I'm glad you told me - and I understand how scared you are," she replied softly. She gazed at the redhead for a beat, full of questions. Then, "Does Adam know? I mean...that the baby is his?"

Amy nodded as she finished drying the remaining tears on her face.

"I...Trish, I l-"

"There you are!"

The pregnant redhead was suddenly interrupted as she heard the voice of Chris Benoit, and as she looked up, she was acutely aware of the concern on his face. Stephanie, right at his side, looked equally concerned, and the pair stepped closer to her, neither paying any heed to Trish - who gazed at both of them questioningly.

"Sweetie, are you all right?" Benoit asked, reaching out with one hand and placing his fingers gently against her face.

Amy fixed her hazel eyes to the Crippler's face worriedly. Up until a couple of days earlier, the man had never been so open with his affection toward her in front of any of their co-workers. After all, neither of them had wanted anyone to know of their true relationship.

"I-I'm fine, Chris...just a little scared..."

"Hey..." Trish cut in. All eyes shifted to her petite form, taking in the look of confusion on her pretty face. "What's this all about?" The blonde's gaze shifted back to Amy. "I thought Adam..." She stopped herself abruptly, startled by her outspokenness and bluntness. "Oh, Amy...I'm sorry..."

"Trish, it's okay..." the redhead assured her. She gazed from the blonde diva to Chris, then to Stephanie and back at Trish again. "Chris is my brother..."

The petite Canadian arched an eyebrow in surprise.

"Really?"

"Yes..." Benoit responded. "We're actually half-brother and sister...I know everything you two were just discussing, and so does Steph..." He gently nudged the brunette at his right side, and she gave Trish a small, almost weak smile and nod.

"Why haven't you two told anyone of your-"

"We never wanted anyone to know..." the Wolverine said, not allowing the woman to finish. "You, Steph here, and Adam are the only knows who know, Trish..."

"Well, if you want it kept a secret..." Trish began, gazing from Chris to Amy, "...My lips are sealed..."