"Dude, I have no idea what the hell you fools are talking about. You act like Mickie and I are getting married and we're just dating." Randy still couldn't believe the words coming out of his mouth. He just admitted Mickie was his girlfriend without actually saying it. It still took some getting used to. "I don't know what the big deal is."
"Just wait and see," Chris Jericho added, "just wait."
"Well, as I'm just 'waiting', I'm going to go somewhere else because ya'll…" Randy shook his head and began to leave. "…ya'll are trippin'." He opened the door and saw Mickie stand before him. "Hey."
"Hell no!" She blurted.
"You know out of all of the places you can stuff an engagement ring," Paul began as he stared at Dave's trunks, "I don't think that would be the place."
Dave was so paranoid about Rae's engagement ring being stolen, he tried to find an inconspicuous place no one would guess. His junk was the only thing that came to mind. "You don't think it'll fall out during the match, do you?"
Paul tried his best to contain his laughter but he just couldn't hold it in any longer. Dave looked like he took a little too much Viagra and the 4-hour erection side effect was in full swing. "Fool, take that shit out, please?"
"So…" Trish began as she sat down next to a saddened Rae. Rae still didn't know what she was going to do about her pregnancy and was equally unsure if Dave wanted more children in addition to his three. "Have you thought about what you're going to do?"
Rae was numb. She had no idea what she was going to do and according to the doctor, she had very little time to decide. She wasn't even sure if Dave should know. She didn't want children and was pretty positive Dave was fine with his three daughters. "I don't know. I just don't know."
"Well, make a decision that's best for Rae and not for anyone else," Trish advised, "because at the end of the day, it really is your decision and yours only."
"That's the problem," Rae added, "it's my decision but it's going to affect everyone else around me." She took in a deep breath. "This blows."
Randy was confused. What in the hell was Mickie saying 'hell no' to? "Um, James? What?"
"Hell no, I don't want to marry you! I'm still getting used to the fact you're the only dick I have right now."
"Yeah, I love you, too, bitch."
The other men from the locker room surrounded Randy outside. "Hey Mickie, congrats!" Carlito smiled.
"On what? Being with him?" Mickie sneered.
"You're pregnant, aren't you?" Rey Mysterio asked.
"Fuck no! And that's why I came here to talk to Randy about!" Mickie turned to him. "I'm not fucking pregnant."
"You fucking better not be," Randy sniggered, "because if you were, me and Trojan have a day in court."
Soon, Mickie and Randy were joined by the Divas. "Wait a minute," Jillian began, "if you're not pregnant and you're not getting married, then who is?"
A light went off in Maria's head. It was the only plausible explanation. Could it be? Dave and Rae?
After her talk with Trish, Rae walked back into the locker room area and found all of the wrestlers in the hallways. I wonder what happened here? She stood behind some of the wrestlers but faintly heard whispers. "Hey, Mark," she asked the Undertaker, "what's going on?"
"Someone's pregnant and someone's getting married," he shrugged. Mark didn't really care for gossip but silently admitted it was fascinating him. "No one knows who is doing what so it's a guessing game."
They know? How do they know? Rae wrapped her arms around her waist to cover any possible bump. "Oh, do they have an idea who might be pregnant?"
"Definitely not Mickie," Shelton Benjamin commented, "definitely not those two."
"Oh," Rae tried to act unassuming, "I guess we'll find out at some point."
"Oh, we are," Carlito said, "because Vince is coming right now and he's demanding to know."
Rae swallowed what seemed like the biggest lump in her throat. She was going have to announce her pregnancy in front of everyone.