She bit her lip as she thought about Edge.  The tall blond Canadian man was sitting - actually, she knew him well enough that he was probably pacing - out in the waiting room.  She knew he had to be equally as nervous as she felt, and the diva felt a little guilty about having made him wait out there rather than be in here with her.

"Well," the doctor, a Latina who appeared to be in her mid-thirties and whom Lita remembered was named Dr. Quinonez, began, "no need to worry...You're not sick, Lita..."

"What?"  She exchanged confused glances with Trish again, and the little blonde arched an eyebrow.

"On the contrary...you're very healthy," Dr. Quinonez continued.

"Wait a minute, doctor," the Canadian diva spoke.  "My friend just fainted tonight.  That had to have happened for a reason..."

"You're right," the physician said, nodding.  "It did...She's pregnant."

"What?!"  Lita and Trish spoke the word in unison in shocked tones, both women's faces displaying disbelief.

"That's right," the woman said gently.  "I believe congratulations are in order."  She smiled despite the shock on both the patient's and her friend's faces.

"I...but...what..."  The redhead sputtered, thinking back to when this might have happened.  "Doctor, how...how far along am I?"

"Just about three weeks," came the answer.

Three weeks, three weeks... Lita wracked her brain furiously but didn't have to do so for very long.  That night three weeks ago... She and Edge hadn't been quite as careful as they normally were... But they hadn't been worried, either...

She held both hands up to her head, running her fingers through her long hair after a moment.  "Oh boy..."

"Or girl," Dr. Quinonez said with a grin and a wink.  "It's much too early to tell right now."

"Oh, God..." the redhead mumbled.

When the physician left, Trish turned to fully face her friend.

"I don't believe it!" she cried, gaping at Lita.  "You're pregnant, too!  And you never suspected...?"

"No!" the other diva said, still totally shocked.  "Oh, God...Edge and I are usually so careful, but when the doctor said three weeks, I remembered..."

*

Edge paced the length of the hospital's waiting room, frantic with worry about Lita and what the doctor might be telling her.  He ran his hand through his hair and stopped in his tracks for a moment as he stared up at the wall clock.  She'd been in there for nearly an hour already...

As he turned around, resuming his nervous pacing, he caught sight of the redhead and the blonde approaching him, and he felt a small measure of relief.

"Thank God!" he cried.  "Li, how are you?"  He suddenly felt uneasy at the shocked expression on her face and the realization that she was pale as a ghost.  "Lita...?"

The redheaded diva briefly turned to the woman beside her.  "Trish, would you please...excuse us for a moment?"

"Sure."  The petite Canadian diva kept walking until she was halfway across the waiting room.  Edge noticed her pick up a pamphlet and browse through it, a cold knot in his stomach before he turned back to face his girlfriend fearfully.

"Lita, what...what's going on?  What's wrong?"

"Edge, I..."  The redhead bit her lip uneasily, her gaze shifting from his eyes to the floor as she wondered about how to proceed with her news.  She raised a hand to her head, raking it through her long hair and then looked back up to meet his eyes.

"Edge, I'm pregnant."

"You're what?!"  The tall blond man gaped at her in shock, his emerald eyes wide.  He thought he must have just imagined what she'd just said.  She couldn't be the pregnant diva - she just couldn't.  Christian couldn't have been right during their conversation earlier, when Lita had gone out to the ring for her match against Molly...

"I'm pregnant, Edge..."  The redhead gazed seriously into his face, her breath catching in her throat.  The look in his eyes was beginning to scare her.

"Oh, my God..." the man said softly, concern flooding his eyes.  "Then that pregnancy test was yours??"

The redhead blinked, taken aback by the question.  "What?  How did you know about that?"

"Bubba Ray found it," Edge explained.  "And he showed it to all of us guys who are with divas...My God, Li!  That was your test?!  You knew you were pregnant, and yet you risked-"

"What?  No...Edge," Lita said, "I had no idea I was pregnant.  I just found out now!"

The tall Canadian stared at his girlfriend, a feeling of horror going through him as he realized what might have happened... Lita was pregnant - with his child.  Oh, God... She'd competed in a match tonight... Something horrible could have happened to her, to the baby...

"Really?"

"Yes, really...I swear, it, Edge," the redhead said as she grasped both of his hands with her own.  "I didn't know.  And if I had, I never would have been competing."

"My God..." the blond man said softly, shock still evident on his handsome face.  He gazed her over.  "How far along...?"

"Three weeks, according to the doctor," she said.

Edge was silent for a beat as he thought back over the span of the last three weeks.  Then, his brows rose as he remembered.  "Oh...I remember that night..."  He sighed heavily, then raked a hand through his long hair.  "Wow...I'm going to be a father.  My God!"

Lita managed a small smile, her heart swelling with love for her boyfriend.  "And I'm going to be a mom!" she exclaimed, pressing a hand against her chest.  "Oh, my God!"  She began to laugh softly.

"Li...Oh, God, this is such a big shock, but...I love you..."  The tall blond Canadian pulled the redhead against him and hugged her tightly - and after a few seconds, he pulled back, holding her away a bit.  "I'm sorry!" he cried, glancing down at her still-flat stomach.  "I don't want to hurt the baby..."

"You could never do that," Lita said, a soft smile playing on her lovely face.  "I love you, Edge."  She leaned closer and pressed her lips against his, and the blond man kissed her back ardently.

Afterward, they gazed into one another's eyes, and Edge frowned.  "Wait a minute...if that wasn't your pregnancy test...then whose was it?"

The redhead bit her lip, her gaze shifting from his face and to the side.  "I...I promised I wouldn't tell.  I'm sorry, baby - I'm sworn to secrecy," she said.  "You'll just have to wait, like the other guys, until she's ready to reveal herself..."