So, here I am with another story. This idea has been stuck in my head for months so I finally decided to turn it into an actual story. Don't worry those of you reading my other two stories, I'll still be doing those. I hope you like it :)

Fuck, fuck, fuck. This wasn't good. This couldn't be happening. Pregnant. She couldn't be pregnant. Peyton dropped her head into her hands as she sat on the edge of the bath. This wasn't supposed to happen. It was one drunken night of fun at the company's Christmas party. One night of fun that was going to change her life. Their life.

Shit, she thought, how was she supposed to tell him? They weren't a couple, they weren't even friends. They were colleagues, if you could even call them that. He was a wrestler for the WWE and she was one of the top writers for the company. The only reason they really knew each other was because she had recently taken over the handling of the current storyline he was in.

Peyton Morey had worked for the WWE for four years. Despite who her uncle was, she had gotten the job on her own merit. Apart from the McMahon's and her closest friend on the road, no one knew who her uncle was and that's how she liked it. She had never wanted to use her uncle's success as a platform for her own. After graduating college, she worked as a freelance writer for a year before getting hired to work by a TV studio on one of their best shows. She did that for a year before being called by the WWE who had seen her work and were interested in hiring her. Peyton had always dreamed of working for the WWE, having been a massive fan her whole life. Four years later and she was living the dream.

Her first couple of years with the company were pretty slow and she had to fight for her ideas to be heard. After joining the company, the creative team, she soon learnt that creative was a male dominated world and no one was interested in the ideas of 'some little girl barely outta college who thinks she can play with the big boys', as one of the head writers so kindly put it.

That all changed though the day she walked into the creative meeting that Stephanie, Vince and Paul were present at and was the only one with a decent idea. Her baby. The feud between CM Punk and Daniel Bryan, which would see AJ Lee and Kane also involved. Stephanie had loved the idea and, since it was her idea and she had all the kinks worked out, Peyton had been allowed to stay in charge of it. That moment, that idea had cemented her place in the company. She proved to everyone there that she was there to stay and she knew what she was doing. After the storyline was such a success, it was followed by Peyton's idea to put backstage best friends, AJ and Kaitlyn into a feud.

After working on different storylines since then, working with different superstars, Peyton was now working with the Shield. After her friend and colleague, Robert had taken time off work for personal reasons, Peyton had taken over his role of being head writer when it came to Shield storylines. As well as continuing with the rest of her work with other superstars. She was a busy woman, and now a pregnant one too.

Working with the Shield for the past two months had been fine so far, she enjoyed it. She had struck up a good friendship with Colby Lopez and Jon Good kept her amused with his antics, as well as some of the good ideas he had had for the group. They all had good ideas that they shared with her. Joe Anoa'I had been different though. He never seemed like he actually wanted to be in the meetings with her to discuss the direction of the storylines and they tended to butt heads a lot. The first meeting she had with the Shield had ended with her telling Joe, that she had been in the business longer than him and to go fuck himself after he questioned if she knew what she was actually doing there. If Peyton hadn't seen how talented they all was and didn't have various different ideas for future storylines for them, she would have insisted Stephanie give one of the other writers the job of working with the Shield.

How they had ended up hooking up at the Christmas party, Peyton didn't know. If it wasn't for the copious amount of alcohol both had drank that night, she was sure it never would have happened. Joe had avoided her even more after that night.

Nick wasn't that surprised when he received a text from Peyton asking him to go to her hotel room ASAP. He figured she had forgotten something again, she was good at that. Apart from her laptop, IPhone and scripts, her 'babies' as she often referred to the three objects; everything she needed to do her work, she was often losing or forgetting everything else. In the four years she had been friends with Nick, he had lost count of how many times she had forgotten the keycard to hotel rooms, her purse, car keys, coffee, you name it and she had forgotten or misplaced it at some point.

Not long after joining the company in 2010, Peyton and Nick had become good friends when she had briefly helped on his storyline with Vicky Guerro. After the McMahons, Nick was the only person who knew who her uncle was. While many people had assumed the two were hooking up, that wasn't the case. Sure, Nick thought she was gorgeous; he wasn't the only one. At 5'7, with curves in all the right places, long dark brown hair and leaf green eyes, Peyton was a beauty. However, she and Nick had always just been friends. Not long after becoming friends, on a night out, they had kissed but both had immediately pulled back. The chemistry hadn't been there; for both of them it had felt like kissing a sibling. They were close, but not in a romantic way; Nick saw her more like a sister and protected her like one. Not that she couldn't look after herself. He had watched several times over the years as she had verbally attacked some of the male talent for trying their luck with her.

Nick walked into the hotel room, always having a keycard for the hotel room Peyton was staying in what with her talent for misplacing her own. He was surprised to see her sat on the bed, biting her nails, a habit of hers when something was bothering her, looking deep in thought.

"All right, Pey, what have you done this time? Please tell me you didn't live up to your promise to, what was it 'kick Swagger's balls so hard he would need a full body x-ray to locate them' if he ever touched your ass again, without me there to record it?" Nick smiled at the memory of Peyton threatening Swagger as he made his way to join her on the bed.

Peyton looked up to him, chuckling softly, tears filling her eyes. "I wish that was the case that would be fun. This is worse."

Nick pushed a stray strand of hair behind Peyton's ear, using the pad of his thumb to wipe away a stray tear. He wasn't used to seeing Peyton upset, she rarely got upset, at least not in front of others. "Hey, it can't be that bad. I'm sure we can fix whatever it is."

"I'm pregnant."

"Hilarious. You know I love your sense of humour, especially in the morning. Now, what's really going on? Do I need to hurt someone?"

"Nick, I'm not joking. I wish I was, but I'm not. I'm five weeks pregnant."

Nick's mouth fell open, his eyes wide as he stared at her. "You? You're pregnant? What? How?"

"Do I really need to have the talk with you Nicky? Would you like a diagram?" She smirked at him.

"Ha -Ha, you're hilarious. You know what I mean," Nick gave her a look. "Wait, no way. Oh my god. Did you say five weeks? Does this mean that?"

Peyton clapped mockingly, "Finally he catches up! Yes, he's the dad. No do you see why I'm completely fucked?"

Nick smirked, "No, sweetie, it's getting fucked that got you into this situation. OW!" Peyton smacked his shoulder. "Do you know what you're going to do? Are you keeping it?"

Peyton nodded. She had already had a few days to think this all over, after her doctor had confirmed she was indeed pregnant. "I'm keeping it. I thought, briefly about having an abortion, but, I don't know, it just didn't seem right. I'm in a good place financially, and I've always wanted children. Sure, I didn't plan on having a child right now, but that's life I guess. Plus you know my uncle will help me out."

"When do you plan on telling Joe he's going to be a dad?" Nick knew how close Peyton was to her uncle, knew that her Uncle was always there for her, whatever she needed. Peyton's dad, her Uncle's brother, was an alcoholic who she hadn't seen in years and her relationship with her mom was a difficult one. Growing up, Debbie, her mom had always been too busy looking for her next rich husband, leaving Peyton to move in with her uncle and his family for a few years before going to college.

"Today. I don't see it going well but he needs to know."

"Well, whatever happens you know I'm here for you babe. This kid Is going to have the coolest uncle," Nick grinned.

Peyton could feel tears prickling her eyes, she knew Nick would be there for her. "Thank you."

"Aww, you going all soft on me? Who knew pregnancy was all it took for you to be nice to me," Nick joked, wrapping an arm around her shoulders pulling her into his side.

"Shut up, I'm always nice," Peyton laughed.

"I'm guessing you're forgetting the time you locked me in the diva's locker naked?"

Peyton laughed; "You loved that and you locked me in Cena's locker room before that."

"I would have loved it if there was actually diva's in there and it wasn't the end of the show when practically everyone had left. And don't act like you didn't have fun in Cena's locker room."

"That is true; the dude's got a massive TV in there and he did offer to help me lock you in 'Taker's locker room. Luckily, I'm nice and said that wasn't needed."

The pair where interrupted when Peyton's phone started ringing.

"It's Steph, I've gotta take this." Nick nodded before lying down on the bed, making himself at home like he usually did in Peyton's hotel room. They both did the same to each other.

After ending the call, Peyton turned to Nick. "Up, I've gotta go. I have a meeting with Steph."

"Does she know?"

"Yes. I told her yesterday. Don't look at me like that, I had to tell her first she's my boss and she caught me being sick. She wants to discuss my workload. Obviously I won't be going on maternity leave for a while but I need to cut my work load down a bit."

"Want me to come with you? I can be there when you tell Joe."

"Thanks for the offer, but it'll be better if I do this on my own. I need to go, meet for lunch?"

Nick stood up from the bed. "Sure, lunch sounds good. Good luck."

Peyton felt her mouth go dry as Joe, Jon and Colby walked into the room, the on road writer's, herself included, where using as an 'office' that night for the recording of Smackdown. Initially she had called them to tell them about the changes being made for the Royal Rumble that Sunday. Of course though, after that, with the others gone, she would have to tell Joe about the pregnancy. Peyton didn't regularly get nervous. She tended to have a fuck it attitude, wasn't scared to be blunt. She's had to be that way in life and in her job. Bur right now, she was nervous. This wasn't telling some guy in a bar hitting on her that it was never going to happen, or telling one of the superstars that came to her with the 'most amazing idea ever' that their idea actually sucked, or telling her mom that the dress she was 'expected' to wear to her latest wedding was the ugliest thing she had ever seen. No; this was telling a man that she was pregnant and he was the dad.

"Sunshine, I've told you before, you can call us into your office as many times as you want; but we're not about to become your sex slaves." Jon smirked, walking into the room first.

Peyton played along with Jon's joke. "And I've told you before, Good, I'm NEVER going to call you into my office for that reason."

"You keep telling yourself that, sunshine," Jon winked. He liked joking around with Peyton, she always gave as good as she got.

"Right, now the pleasantries are out the way. And I use the word pleasant very loosely when it comes to you, Jon. Let's get to the actual reason I called you here. Some changes have been made to the Rumble."

"You're breaking my heart, Peyton," Jon pouted.

"You'd need a heart in the first place," Colby smirked. "So, what changes? We're still in the Rumble, right?"

"Yes, you don't have to worry about that. Originally, as you know, Jon you were going to be eliminating Joe. That's changed. Stephanie and Paul believe it would be better, if, Jon you attempt to eliminate Joe with Colby trying to stop you before Joe eliminates both of you."

"I can live with that," Colby added."

"Wait, I'm not getting speared by Joe again, am I?" Jon asked.

Peyton smiled; "Nope, but that can be arranged."

"I'll pass. Colby would love it though, sign him up for that."

"Dick."

"Okay, before you two start acting that children you can leave my office," Peyton looked at Jon and Colby. "Joe, you can stay a minute. I need to discuss something with you."

Jon and Colby looked at each other, wondering what that was about. They knew about Joe and Peyton's one night stand, but as far as they knew they hadn't hooked up again after that, so they weren't about to get it on in the office now. It hadn't really surprised Jon and Colby about the one night stand; they had picked up on the simmering underlying sexual tension between the two.

"So, whatever you wanted, can we just get straight to it. I've got things I need to be doing," Joe said, already sounding irritated at being there with her.

"I'm sure you can spare me a few minutes before staring at yourself in the mirror for the next hour, this is important." Peyton replied, smiling sweetly.

Joe clenched his jaw; Peyton always easily got under his skin. Sometimes he swore it was her own personal talent being able to piss him off so quickly. "So what was it you actually wanted? Or was it just to piss me off?"

"It's about the night we spent together-"

Joe cut her off before she could finish what she was going to say. "Thanks for reminding me of that, I've spent the whole time since then trying to forget it ever happened. Wow, I must have been drunk that night. Look, I'm sure it was fun for you. But it was a mistake. It's NEVER going to happen again. So save your little speech about how much you loved it and want to make it a regular thing. It's not going to happen."

Peyton was pissed. "Wow, no seriously wow. Just when I thought you couldn't become anymore of an egotistical jerk and you prove me wrong. To be honest, I'm surprised you even managed to get it up that night. As good as you think you might be, it was nothing memorable performance wise. However, we have our own little reminder of that night. I'm pregnant."

And there's the first chapter. Hope you guys liked it. Let me know what you think :)