SURPRISE, SURPRISE

Disclaimer: None of the major characters are mine

Authors' Note: This story takes places three months after the end of my last story.

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(9 A.M)

"Hey babe, I can't find my jeans."

"There in the laundry room, on top of the dryer."

"And my shirt…?"

"Also in the laundry room, on top of the dryer."

"What about my—never-mind, I found it."

After silently laughing at Jeff's nervous behavior, Trish turned her attention back to what she was doing before she had been interrupted and continued feeding her daughter her breakfast, "Your daddy's so silly sometimes, isn't he, Angie?"

As if agreeing with her mommy, Angela began to giggle slightly causing bits of oatmeal to come spilling out of her mouth; an action which greatly amused Trish to no end. "Ha, I guess I see where he gets it from."

"So, how do I look?"

Moving her gaze from the still giggling infant in front of her, Trish turned her attention towards the door behind her, where Jeff was standing, wearing what looked to be his in-ring uniform, "Looks good, but don't you think it's a little bit early for you to be putting it on. You've still got another….twelve hours before your match tonight."

Without even bothering to conceal his playful roll of the eyes, Jeff quickly replied, "I know, but I just wanted to make sure it still fit. You know it's been a while since I've been in the ring. I just want to make sure everything goes right."

After making sure that Angela was securely fastened in her high-chair, Trish stood up and slowly wrapped her arms around Jeff's neck, "Don't worry so much, we both know you'll do just fine. And then later tonight, after we put Angela to bed, we can celebrate, just the two of us, if you know what I mean."

Knowing exactly what the blonde meant by the slight look of mischief in her eyes caused Jeff to groan slightly before leaning in and meeting Trish's lips with his own.

Unfortunately before the kiss could even start to get good, a voice coming from behind them caused the two to break it up.

"So, this is what you two do in front of my niece when I'm not here? You both should be ashamed of yourself."

After rolling his eyes and commenting that he could only imagine what the older man would do in front of his own children in the future—a comment which caused Amy, who was in the process of removing Angela from her high-chair, to blush slightly—Jeff continued with, "I was just trying on my old gear for tonight, what do you guys think? I look okay?"

Without even bothering to give Jeff's outfit more than a brief once over, Matt absentmindedly replied, "You look great," afterwards following that statement with, "I'm starving, you got any food?"

"Ugh, you're such a pig."

Shooting his girlfriend a mock angry look, Matt sarcastically replied, "Well, if somebody would get up and cook for me in the morning, we wouldn't be having this conversation."

"And if somebody got off their lazy butt and cooked himself breakfast in the morning, we wouldn't be having this conversation either."

Touché, Trish inwardly thought to herself, in amusement, before breaking up the on-going argument by saying that if she and Amy didn't leave soon, they'd be late for her doctor's appointment. A comment which caused Jeff to quickly say "all right" to, before leaning in and giving Angela and Trish another kiss—much to Matt's disapproval, "I love you and be safe out there."

"I will and I love you, too. Bye babe."

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An hour and a half later, after sitting through almost fifteen minutes of traffic and then sitting in a waiting room full of impatient looking people waiting to be seen by their doctors, Amy and Trish found themselves seated in a room full of Trish's doctors diplomas, with nothing else to keep them entertained but Angela's slight snoring.

"So, did he tell you why he wanted you to come back today?"

Having already gone over this before with Jeff caused Trish to slightly sigh, while outwardly replying, "No, he just had his secretary call and tell me he wanted me to come in for a follow up appointment. I don't think anything could be wrong, but I just want to get this over with. I hate doctor's offices."

Not caring for them so much herself caused Amy to open her mouth to second that statement, but as the door to the office opened again and Trish's doctor stepped in, Amy found herself quickly growing quiet.

"Miss. Stratus, it's always good to see you again…and, ah, I see you've brought Ms. Dumas and Angela with you again, as well. Nice seeing the both of you as well."

Even though she usually found the older man's flirtatious behavior to be highly amusing, Trish's voice lacked any pleasantries as she quickly replied, "Your secretary said you wanted to talk to me about my last visit."

"Yes…yes, I do." Dr. Montgomery responded, before sliding on his glasses and then hitting Trish with a serious expression, "there's no easy way to say this, but I didn't want to say anything to you until I got your lab results back in…"

Oh my God…what's wrong with me?

After taking a second to brace herself for whatever the doctor in front of her could say to her, Trish gave the man a slight nod giving him permission to go along. "I'm listening."

"The last time you were here, you had your routine breast examine done, and I didn't tell you this before, but I found a lump during it."

A lump? In my breast?

Even though Trish had been coming up with different things her doctor could have been calling her in to talk to him about, one a lot more extreme than the next, she hadn't even thought about him finding a lump in her breast.

"Are you saying I may have breast cancer?"

Without even bothering to think about it for a second, Dr. Montgomery quickly replied, "No, but what I am saying is that you have a lump, which could be cancerous or just a small cyst-we wont know until we have you go see a specialist and get a biopsy done, hopefully sooner than later. When would be a good day for you to come in and have it done?"

While unable to process this information, Trish found herself outwardly replying, "I don't know, the sooner the better, I guess." Afterwards, she turned her gaze towards Amy, who seemed to be wearing the same look of shock that she had on her face.

Well, I guess that makes two of us.