Chapter 2

"You're what?" John asked with surprise and shock.

Maria looked to the ground, barely able to face him.

"I'm pregnant."

John rubbed the back of his head with his hand and tried to take it all in without seeming overly emotional. Truth is though he was nearly a wreck inside.

"Its okay baby, we'll work through this." He told Maria trying to console her. "Sure I never expected to be a father, but that's okay, I'm here for you. We're in this together."

Maria slowly lifted her head to see the dimples of the former WWE Champion buried deep in the sides of his cheeks. His smile was usually enough to make her feel better, but not this time.

"John, I don't think you understand, the baby is not yours. I know my body. I can count days on a calendar. There's no way this baby could be yours. It's Shane's." Maria revealed causing the blue eyed man before her to take two steps back just to collect his breath.

"Shane's? Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure. Do you think I want it this way? If I could make myself believe that somehow it was yours I would, but the truth is I can't." Maria replied in broken words as her sobs now started catching up in her throat.

John turned away now pacing the floor. This was the last thing he wanted to hear. The bastard had gotten Maria pregnant and there would now always be part of the boss's spoiled son between them.

"So what are you going to do?" John asked with his back turned to the young doe eyed diva.

"I have to tell him. Maybe we can work it out. He's not as bad as people say he is." Maria tried to convince herself.

John turned back to her in a rage.

"Work it out? What the hell do you mean by work it out? You aren't thinking of going back with him are you?"

Maria looked to the ground ashamed and John knew he had his answer.

"Maria, are you crazy?" He asked as he now grabbed both Maria's shoulder and shook them, hoping some sense would come back to her. "You know what he did to Trish. You know he is fucking Melina and god knows who else on the roster. You yourself admitted to me that he made you feel used the last time you were with him."

Maria pushed John away from her. The guilt she was feeling was already crushing her inside and John wasn't helping.

"I know all that John." She said in a raised voice. "But what do you want me to do, get an abortion? This baby shouldn't have to pay for my own mistakes. I made a choice, now I have to live with it. My father ran out on me and I'll be damned if this child is going to be without his father, even if it is Shane McMahon. I just have to make the best out of it, don't you understand?!" She finished, nearing yelling at him with the top of her lungs.

"Maria, Shane's not the answer. You can't force him to change or to love you. He's a snake. Don't do this to yourself Maria. Let me raise this baby with you." John pleaded.

Maria could hardly believe what she just heard. Her eyes once again began to swell up with tears. There was no doubt in her mind that John meant what he said. She knew he was a man of his word and would stand by her through thick and thin. But that didn't take away the fact that the baby wasn't his and somehow she would have to come to terms with the fact that Shane McMahon was the father.

"I have to go see Shane, John." Maria responded.

As John watched her pick up her jacket and head out the door, Maria turned back one last time.

"John, I'm sorry."

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Standing outside Trish's door with a dozen roses, Randy Orton nervously checked his breath and straightened his collar. Surprisingly to him, Trish had actually been the one to ask him out on a date. It was his job now to prove he wasn't a bad guy and that she would not regret the day she decided to give the self proclaimed Legend Killer a chance.

Randy tapped on the door and waited patiently for Trish to arrive.

Hello, ready to go? He said to himself, practicing his deepest, sexiest voice. So sweetie, should we hit the road? "Nah, too sleazy." He told himself. "That's the old me." Does heaven know they lost an angle on earth?

"Ahh damn it." Randy spat to himself. "Get it together Randy, you're not at a bar."

As Randy continued rehearsing his first line, Trish suddenly opened the door, startling him out of his thoughts.

"Trish, uh, hi, uh, well, uh..." As was usually the case with Randy he started speaking without actually thinking about what he wanted to say. It was a quality that often got him into trouble back stage.

"Ready to go?" She asked him snickering to himself. She found this side of him to be quite amusing and unexpected.

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As the hostess showed Randy and Trish to their table, Randy rushed around to pull out her chair for her. It had been a while since he actually had to act like a gentleman around a woman. First, he wasn't big on dating in the first place and second, most girls he had been with were simply there to party. They weren't looking for a boyfriend and he wasn't looking for a girlfriend. Just someone to fuck for the night. So to say that being on a date with Trish was somewhat unchartered territory for Randy Orton was not a total exaggeration. He was determined to prove to Trish and himself though that he could indeed be a gentleman despite his television persona.

"So Trish, you really look beautiful." Randy raised his eyes above his menu, hiding the playful smirk on his face.

"Thank you." Trish replied simply. "You look pretty good yourself."

Randy raised an eyebrow. Of course he did he thought.

After a few more moments of awkward silence, Randy decided to break the ice a bit. Before him sat a woman that for all he knew was a total mystery. Sure she was a great athlete, friendly, gorgeous, talented, blah, blah, blah. But Randy wanted to read into her soul. For whatever reason, she had decided to give him a chance and Randy wanted to know why.

"I was a little surprised you called me." Randy confessed almost out of the blue.

"Really, and why's that?" Trish asked.

"I don't know, it seemed like you made it clear earlier that you weren't interested in dating. You wanted to focus more on your career."

Trish smiled at the tall, blue-eyed man across the table. It was true, she had given Randy a hard time for even approaching her, now here she was being the one making the first move. But Trish knew that she would have to go out again sometime. If she really wanted to put her past behind her she would have to start dating again. Randy was the one who helped her see that. And after speaking with Vince and finally spilling the beans about his precious good for nothing son, she had a sense that a weight had been lifted. Who knew how long it would be before she would let herself feel down again. She knew she had to ride the tide before the wave crashed below her feet.

"I changed my mind." Trish replied nonchalantly, teasing Randy all the while.

Randy leaned back in his chair and took the older woman in with his eyes.

"Some might say you're making a mistake." He warned her.

"Am I?" She asked without missing a beat.

Although the conversation had been light and playful, there was a lot of underlying meanings in the words that were exchanged. Trish may have appeared confident at that moment, but inside she was still reeling from being taken advantage of by a man she trusted and thought she loved. The question raised was more than just about playful banter and both Randy and Trish knew it.

"I hope not." Randy replied sincerely.

A/N: First I wanted to thank all those who read and reviewed the first chapter. You guys are awesome and the feedback is so important to me. So thank you. In the next chapter, Randy gets Trish to open up about her rape as the two get closer.