As she styled her long, straight blonde hair, she thought about the meeting the divas had conducted just an hour or so earlier.

It was late - nearly twelve-thirty AM, and she was sleepy.  However, this was a nightly ritual for her, and besides, Brock wasn't quite ready for bed yet.

She glanced lovingly over at her boyfriend, who was sitting up in the bed, a remote control in his hand.  The television set was on, and he was flipping channels like there was no tomorrow.

The petite ring announcer knew the man was nervous about something - he hadn't quite been himself over the last two days.  However, she knew from where that stemmed, as Stephanie McMahon had spilled the beans about the men knowing about the positive pregnancy test.

Finally finished with her hair, Lilian placed her hairbrush on the nightstand and positioned herself on the bed beside Brock.

"A penny for your thoughts?" she asked, reaching out and placing one small hand against his face tenderly.  She couldn't help but recall how she'd discovered Lesnar liked her.  Ivory, perhaps her closest friend of all the divas, had told her one day that someone had a crush on her.  Lilian had been surprised and had questioned the brunette, but Ivory wouldn't budge.  Even constant questioning did no good.  And then, finally, thanks to her friend, a little 'meeting' had been set up, and she'd been totally shocked when this man had shown up at the spot they'd designated.

Lilian had always found Brock intimidating, to say the least, but he'd been absolutely adorable that night - bouquet of flowers in one hand, the nervous but sweet smile on his face - he'd even dressed up in a suit!  The little blonde hadn't been able to help having her heart captured.  And ever since that night, she and Brock Lesnar had been inseperable.  That had been eight months ago.

"I was just thinking..." the big man said.

"What about?" the blonde asked, her brown eyes sparkling as she gazed into the face of the man she loved.  It was one of those times when he reminded her so very much of a little boy lost - he'd had the same look on his face two nights previous, when they'd been in the buffet room with Dawn Marie and Bubba Ray.

"About you, actually..." Brock replied, turning his head to meet her eyes.  He reached down for Lilian's tiny hand and held it tenderly in his much larger one.  After a beat, he asked, "How are you feeling, Lil?"

"I'm fine," she assured him.  Her face brightened into a broad grin, as she knew what he was thinking - and fearing.  Oh, it wasn't fair to allow this sweet man to worry so much, despite what Stephanie had suggested.  Sometimes, that woman could be downright evil.

"Baby, I know what's on your mind..."

Brock paled.  "You do?"

"Yes, I do..." Lilian replied.  "And you don't have to worry - it isn't me..."

"It's not?"  The Next Big Thing's clear blue eyes widened, and the petite diva didn't know whether that was from shock or disappointment.

"No...so now you can calm down and not agonize yourself to death."

"Whew!  Wow, that's a relief!" he said, a grin finally spreading across his face.  He squeezed her hand just a little.  "Not that I would want us to have a little one of our own someday..."

Lilian smiled softly, her heart swelling pleasantly.  After a moment, she leaned closer, craning her neck a bit, and kissed her boyfriend.  He kissed her back tenderly.