A new fanfic...I know it's a bad idea but I needed to write this, okay? :) I really hope that you all enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own Samantha and her family, but everything else belongs to the WWE. After all, if I owned the WWE, Cena would be heel and Kaitlyn wouldn't be on the main roster. Whoops.

Enjoy!

It had been a simple, lust-filled night. Something that people only remember having because it was with their other drunken friends, who only remember it because they woke up half-naked and ran out as quickly as they could. But, Samantha rarely got drunk, and when she did she didn't turn into a hormone-crazed twenty-three year old. She simply fell asleep in a cab ride home, or had a friend take her back to the hotel she was staying at. However, it happened. And, now she was lost in a familiar place.

Now, she was just supposed to be enjoying a nice weekend at home in Ontario, visiting her family and friends, but that night kept replaying in her mind.

His handsome smile, his charming kiss and his passionate hands. That was all she could even think about thinking about now. The smell of his cologne, fresh off of his skin was still floating around her nose and seeking its way into her lungs. Everything that she used to despise in him was now all that she cared about. Nothing about him seemed to push her away, only draw her closer.

And, yes. It was just one night, so of course she should just shake it off. He probably doesn't even remember what happened after all. He was drunk off of his feet, and he practically fell into his own bed, pulling her on top of him. So, if anything - this was all his fault.

The thought of anything continuing or coming out of that night was blinding. Her mind raced through every possibility and ever scenario - but they all turned right around and slapped her in the face. Nothing good could possibly come out of a one night stand with a good friend. Only heartbreak and silence.

But, the thought wasn't too unsettling. If anything it was reassuring and comforting. Maybe - just maybe - the situation wasn't as bad as her mind was making it out to be. Maybe, something wonderful, something exciting and lovely would come out of this. Just...maybe.

"So, how was Ontario?"

Samantha turned around to meet eyes with the brunette she called her best friend, AJ.

"It could've been a lot better, had I actually enjoyed myself."

"Sour make-up with the family? I know how those things go."

Shaking her head, Samantha looked down at her gold ring attire. She couldn't shake that night from her head, no matter how hard she tried and it sucked.

"Can I tell you something?"

Almost chuckling, AJ nodded. "You can tell me anything, remember?" Taking a seat across from Samantha, the brunette crossed her legs and rested her head on her fist, trying her best to look really interested in what her friend was about to say. "Now, spill it."

Samantha pulled a small strand of brunette locks behind her ear and swallowed. "I made a huge mistake last month. And, now it's sort of...controlling me."

"What, did you forget to do something?"

Feeling tears form in her eyes, Samantha shook her head yet again. She was feeling weak, but she knew that she couldn't show it in front of AJ. There was no way that she could possibly let her friend see her cry, it just wasn't her thing.

"No, I actually did something. And, I mean I want to tell you, but you can't judge me for this, okay?"

Not that she was concerned, but AJ was honestly afraid of what her friend was about to tell her. The thought that something was seriously wrong wasn't a far-fetched scenario, but it definitely was a scary one. Crossing her arms a leaning back into her chair, AJ pushed her lips together to keep herself from saying something aloud in response to the sentence that was coming.

Samantha sighed, and pushed more hair back with her hand. "I...I slept with Dean."

Her jaw dropped and was quickly covered with her hands, trying not to act too surprised. "Dean Ambrose? As in, Dean - your close friend and and the only guy that you can trust besides Seth and Roman?"

Rolling her eyes at the exaggerated comment, Samantha sighed again. "I honestly can't remember how it happened. I mean, I'm pretty sure how it all happened, but everything surrounding the time I met him in the bar to the minute I woke up and ran out is all just a big blur to me."

Nodding, AJ stood up to stand next to her friend. "Have you talked to him sense that night?"

"No."

"Uh, do you know where he's staying tonight?"

"I know that he has a match, and then I guess he's staying at the same hotel as us."

Rubbing her forehead, AJ began to pace back and forth. "Are you completely sure that you two slept together?"

That was something she knew the answer to - no doubt in her mind. But, hearing the question being asked was enough to make her really think about it. "Well, I remember waking up naked next to him, covered in sheets. He was passed out, completely, so I freaked and ran out as fast as I could."

"Well, I mean there could be another explanation to that, right?"

Now it was Samantha who looked her friend, up and down, eyeing her like she should be inside of a cage. "There's something else..."

Begging her to explain, AJ egged her on. "Well? What's the other thing?"

"I think I'm pregnant."

Two minutes. Her entire world was about to change, no matter what the results would be. And, the entire world was collapsing right in front of her eyes and it was only taking two minutes.

Samantha was sitting right next to AJ as the pregnancy test sat on the bathroom sink. They had set the timer on AJ's phone for two minutes: one hundred and twenty seconds. It sounds like a lot, but to Samantha it sounded like an eternity - but they both desperately wanted the time to keep going, putting off the final moment right before their worlds would be changed.

Suddenly, a loud alarm began to buzz on the black iPhone on the coffee table.

"It's time," AJ whispered.

No words, only a simple nod of her head was the response given.

Samantha stood quietly and walked into the bathroom, her heart pounding loudly in her ears. It almost felt like there was a band of drummers drumming as loud as they could in her mind, making everything she did nearly too hard to handle.

Once she was inside the bathroom, she closed the door behind her and reached out for the white stick that laid on the bathroom sink. Swallowing her pride, Samantha brought the test up to her face so that she could read it.

Positive.

It was a clear plus sign, bold and bright.

All of the sudden, Samantha's breath was knocked out of her chest, and she could practically feel her lungs collapsing within her. For a few minutes, it seemed like the world had literally come to a halting stop.

Pregnant with her best friend's child. Pregnant, and she doesn't even remember having sex. Pregnant as she travels around the world and has to wrestle. Pregnant, and well, pregnant.

"Sam..." AJ said quietly as she softly knocked on the door. Although there was no word of the results, there was a slight uneasy feeling running through AJ's body. "Sam, you're scaring me. Just come out so that I can help you."

Looking back into the mirror, Samantha stared at her own reflection and felt sick. She couldn't remember the last time she had truly felt disgusted by herself, but now she felt like everything was wrong; very wrong. So, she looked into the mirror and then followed her body down with her eyes until she saw her stomach. She suddenly felt a sense of relief run through her veins as she looked at her thin abdomen, realizing that there is a human being growing inside of her.

Despite what people may think, she had actually made something out of that mysterious night, something beautiful.

"It's positive." Samantha opened the door and handed the test out to her friend, with dried tears under her bright blue eyes. "The test is positive. I'm pregnant."

"What are you going to do?"

With a shrug of her shoulders, Samantha walked back into the small living room of her hotel and sat down on the couch. "What can I do? I'm going to need to talk to the doctors and see if it's actually real."

"What about Dean? I mean, you have to tell him."

Right then, that feeling of relief disappeared into thin air and was replaced with nausea. Quickly, Samantha ran back into the bathroom and vomited into the toilet. AJ stood outside the bathroom door, feeling sorry for the brunette on her knees. Everything was becoming really complicated and it had only been this way for a couple of minutes.

"I don't know how I'm going to tell him. He doesn't even remember sleeping with me, how do you think he's going to take this news?"

Now it was tears, dozens of them, all falling from those bright blue eyes of Samantha's. Never before had she cried in front of AJ, but today was a different day.

"Sam, whatever you do...I'm going to be right there with you."

Now, all she had to do was find Dean and break the news.

"Have you even made an effort to talk to Sam sense...you know..."

"Why do you have to get so involved in my personal life?" Dean snapped at Seth, yet again. He's was getting really tired of the same questions being asked repeatedly - as they had been all month long.

"Seth's just trying to help, Dean. Sam's our friend. We don't want her to think that you got what you wanted and now you're done with her."

"She doesn't feel that way."

Rolling his eyes at Dean, Roman shook his head. "And, how are we supposed to know that for sure if you haven't even tried to talk to her sense that night?"

"I've been busy." Dean pulled a light gray shirt over his head and messed his fingers through his hair. He loved his friends - as much as he hated to admit it - but they always knew how to push his buttons. And, right then, they were pushing all of them and they wouldn't stop.

"You've been busy sitting on your ass, fantasizing about doing it all again. That isn't the type of busy that should keep you from talking to her."

"What do you know about relationships, Seth? When's the last time you actually held hands with a girl, let alone had sex with one?" Dean grabbed his phone and checked the front screen. "Crap..."

Looking up from their phones themselves, they glanced at each other before both Seth and Roman asked what all of the sudden was the matter.

"It's Samantha." He muttered. "She wants me to come to her hotel room so that we can talk."

Seth looked at Roman with wide, suggestive eyes. "If you ask me, that sounds like someone's going to get lucky again."

Ignoring the snark remark, Dean grabbed his hoodie, threw it on and ran out the door. Part of him did think that maybe, he would get something a little more interesting than a conversation, but his heart also told him that if she was going to trust him again, he needed to play it off cool. Meaning, no hugging or anything "relationship" like.

He would just have to be her friend - sounds easy, considering for the past two years that's all they were to each other, but now? Now, it felt like it was impossible to do.

Pacing back and forth around her room, Samantha waited for the dreaded knock on her door. She thought about opening it, and diving into Dean's arms, him wrapping himself around her and never letting go. Fantasizing was a little much, but it was all she had. And, it didn't help that her hormone-crazed body wanted nothing more than to kiss him repeatedly.

Finally, that sound of a fist tapping on wood interrupted her pacing. It sent her into almost shock, she just stood there for awhile, unaware of what she should do.

Open the door.

She listened to her thoughts and walked slowly to the front door of her hotel room. Turning the knob slowly, she prayed that nobody could hear the loud thumping that her heart was doing.

"Dean," she whispered. He looked so worried, so confused and yet, he also looked so wonderfully handsome. "Thanks, for stopping by."

Only a nod was his response. "The text message sounded urgent enough."

"Come inside."

Allowing him into the room, Samantha watched as he walked in. Closing the door behind her, she quickly thought about how easy it would be to just send him back out - to not tell him at all.

"So, what did you need to talk about?"

That did it. Now, she knew that she had to tell him. She just had to.

After some small talk, the two made their way to the couch, where they sat down next to each other. They were pretty close to one another, yet they both felt like they were miles from the other. It was all just too nerve wracking: for the both of them. For one, Samantha had to tell him what happened, and he had to reassure her that they could still be friends. Neither would be an easy task.

"So, I have something that I really need to tell you." The words came out so quiet, she was afraid that he hadn't heard her. "And, I don't want to make you mad or anything like that. I just need to tell you now, because you have the right to know."

"Sam, you're scaring me now. What is it?"

Taking the deepest breath she'd ever allowed into her lungs, she looked at Dean right in his eyes. "Do you remember what happened last month? After the Summerslam kick-off party, when you invited me down to the bar?" The sentences came out weak and dry. She was so nervous, and she'd never felt this way about anything before.

Thinking hard about it, Dean remembered. "I think so."

"Okay," she nodded. It was a good thing that he remembered. Maybe it wouldn't be all that difficult to believe. "Well, we slept together. And, something happened."

Nodding, Dean was preparing to hear something along the lines of: she loves him, they can't be friends or something about how she was going to quit.

"I'm pregnant."