This was a huge problem.

How was she going to decide?

It effected everything.

If she chose wrong...well then it would ruin everything she's worked for.

It would effect her for the rest of her life.

"How about...Black?"

Michelle McCool let out a loud gasp, "No! Not black! Everyone would think they would be at a funeral, not a wedding! Black is depressing. You know, now I know what Maryse means when she says you come up with stupid ideas!"

"Ugh, that is so not true!" Layla scoffed. "That is just typical Michelle McCool, is always the bitch."

"Really? Well I still have time to pull you out of the wedding. You won't get to be a bridesmaid. There am I still a bitch now?"

"That's unfair!" Layla whined like a child who's parent refused to buy them candy. "I'm just trying to help you pick the color for the dresses! Please don't kick me out of the wedding!"

Yes, this was the huge problem and now the reason of what Michelle and Layla's fight was all about. The color of the bridesmaid dresses for Michelle's wedding.

Sure, it might sound silly to be stressed out about something like that to any normal person but to a bide-to-be it was a huge deal.

Which is why so far on this whole outing Michelle was nothing like her happy, playful, bouncy self. She was more like bridezilla.

"How much longer do you think we should have Layla suffer until we help her?" Kelly asked Maryse, whom were sitting on a bench with Natalya watching Michelle scold Layla.

"I don't know...how about a few more minutes?" Maryse shrugged. "I'm kind of enjoying this." Maryse sheepishly grinned.

The frenchblonde was rather excited today. She still has her job. She had no morning sickness that day. And she was reunited with her friends who were in town for the latest pay-per-view. Life was good right now.

"How about...gold?" Layla asked.

Michelle gasped as she put a hand over her mouth. "I would rather have black!"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Layla cried as she flapped her hands around. "But we went through every single color. None of them sound appealing to you. I'm so sorry!"

"Sorry, doesn't make it all better!" Michelle replied as she glared at the Raw diva.

Maryse, Kelly, and Natalya all looked at each other.

"I guess now we could help her...but who wants to calm Michelle down?" Maryse asked.

"Maryse!" Kelly and Natalya said in unison.

"No, that is so unfair!" Maryse whined.

"You sound like Layla." Natalya giggled.

"Yea, anyway we voted and you lost...so haha, now go." Kelly smirked as Maryse playfully rolled her eyes as she approached her two friends.

"Does the color even matter?" Layla offered Michelle a smile, only to have Michelle frown.

"You did not just ask that! Layla, do you-"

"Hey, hey, hey!" Maryse soothingly said and placed her arms around her friend's shoulders. "Listen Michelle, first it's not all there in Layla's head, so you can't take what she says to heart. Just humor her." Maryse said as she ignored the scoffs Layla gave her. "And secondly how about we just start looking at dresses. Then we'll decided the color when it's absolutely necessary, kay?"

Michelle nodded as she smiled. "Alright, that sounds good. I knew you were my made of honor for a reason!" Michelle smiled and then walked towards a scared Layla El

"She's going to hurt me!" Layla squealed only to stop once Michelle hugged her and apologized.  Layla looked at her three friends with a WTF? expression. "Wow, you must be bipolar. I guess you really are a  Stupid."

Maryse ,Kelly and Nattie groaned after Layla's comment.

Michelle looked shocked and slapped Layla's shoulder. "Consider that your first strike! Any more then that and your out of the wedding!" Michelle yelled and pointed at her before she marched off and started to look at dresses.

"Rookie mistake." Maryse whispered to her friend who was rubbing her shoulder. Maryse giggled as she joined Michelle by the rack of dresses. "So Chelle' did you guys decide on the date yet? 'Cause I don't know how huge I'll be. We'll have to get a dress that will be big enough for me."

"Oh did I forget to tell you? It's in three months." Michelle replied as she looked through the rack of dresses.

"Wow that's soon...It's almost like a shotgun wedding." Layla giggled as she joined them. "Hey Michelle, are you pregnant too? I thought you had gained a few pounds. Alright let's name this one........Michelle Lay Christen  !"

Michelle blinked twice before she replied, more like growled, "I'm not pregnant. But thanks for the compliment! Oh and that's strike two."

"Damn it!" Layla groaned. "And I liked the name Michelle Lay Christen ! Renesmee and Michelle, geesh they would of been such great friends."

"Layla, have you ever heard of other names?" Nattie asked.

"Oh, Nattie don't waste your time. I've had this talk with her numerous times but she just won't get it through her head." Maryse rolled her eyes.

"Hey Michelle are we gonna have to wear sparkles?" Kelly asked.

"I don't like sparkles...why would I make you wear sparkles?"

"Chris likes sparkles." Kelly replied as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

"Ah, true." Michelle nodded her head. "Well I'll just have to hide his bedazzler for the next few months."

"He has a bedazzler?!" Layla laughed uncontrollably. "Are you sure he isn't gay?"

"No he's not gay!" Michelle yelled back. "And that is now your third strike...you are out of the wedding!"

"No, no, no!"Layla  jumped out of the chair she was just sitting in. "I'm sorry! Maryse help me!"

Maryse giggled and shook her head. "I'm sorry Layla I can't help you on this one. You dug your own grave. But I gotta go, I'm running late. I'm meeting Mike at the arena." Maryse said as she gathered her belongings. "Michelle, we'll talk more later on the dresses. You girls have fun and Michelle try not to kill Layla."

"I can't make any promises." Michelle mumbled as she hugged Maryse goodbye.

Maryse playfully rolled her eyes and left the store. The sun was shining on Maryse as she got a taxi.

Maryse smiled, this was definitely a good day.

Well, at least it was for now...

~X-O-X-O-X-O-X-O~

John Cena walked through the corridors of the arena with a smile on his face. Just like Maria he was also in a pleasant mood. He had just gotten back from an autograph signing and now he was on his way to the ring to train for his upcoming match where he would be defending the WWE Championship.

But that wasn't why he had the smile on his face. That smile actually had to do with someone...more like a certain blondeheaded.

As of late all he could think about and talk about was Maryse. He had been spending so much time with her lately. He loved when they were together, just hanging out. But if he wasn't with her then all he could do was think about her.

Of course he was only just thinking about her because she's pregnant with his baby...well that's at least what he kept telling himself and everyone else who would question it.

Besides its not like there is anything to question about, Maryse and John were just friends.

Although Ted and Kelly would tease The Barbie Doll  lately about their relationship. But nothing was going on.

"Well, well...look who it is."

A voice cut off John's thoughts making him turn around...only to wish he hadn't a second later.

The voice belonged to a slightly smirking The Miz. The Raw superstar was leaned against a wall with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Hey...Miz." John acknowledged his enemy. Their friendship had strained since Maryse had told  Miz about John being the father of her baby. Even though they don't see each other that often there was still awkwardness and death glares -mostly coming from Miz- shared between them. Now was one of those moments. "So...how have you been?"

"Cena cut the small talk." Miz rolled his eyes. "So how have I been? Well lets see a good friend of mine, well at least I thought he was, knocked up my fiancé how do you think I've been?"

"Look, you guys weren't together when-"

"When you got drunk and slept with Maryse? Sure we weren't together," Miz added a slight shrug. "But I would think you would have the commonsense not to sleep with my girl."

"I know, I'm sorry but I was-"

"Drunk? Yea, we already established that." Miz cut him off with clear sarcasm his voice. "You know what I could be pissed off about this and make your life a living hell...but I'm not going to. Cause you see you are a decent guy John even though you keep making one mistake after the other. But I'm just going to ignore that and I'm even going to forgive you for getting Maryse pregnant." Miz smiled as John had a confused look on his face. This definitely was not how he thought this conversation was going to go. "Instead I'm just going to thank you."

"...Thank me?" John asked. This conversation was getting weirder and weirder.

"Yes." Miz nodded his head. "Thank you for helping Maryse out the past month or so. You've been a good guy, thank you for that but now you can leave and go back to your life and get drunk all you want."

"Excuse me?"

Miz looked confused. "Didn't Maryse tell you about the plan? Oh that's just like her to forget to tell you." Miz rolled his eyes as John stiffened. "You see, Maryse and I have decided that we'll raise the baby together. Me as the father. I already told her parents that I'm the father and they are quite thrilled. Her parents adore me. But back on topic, thank you for helping her but now you're free to go. Go back to your pathetic excuse for a life."

John couldn't believe what he was hearing. Firstly, why would Maryse actually agree to something like that? How many times did she say she wanted him apart of the baby's life? And secondly how did  Miz have the right to speak to him like that?

"I don't know what you have told Maryse but I don't care what you say...this baby is mine and I'm going to be apart of he or she's life. It's my responsibility, it's my child. Not yours."

Miz chuckled as he walked closer towards John. "To be honest John, I don't think your stable enough to take care of a baby."

"Excuse me?" John  practically yelled.

"John who knows if your going to slip again and you know..."

"Take drugs? Is that what you meant?" John finished for him in a not so pleasant tone.

"Exactly!" Miz smiled as he nodded his head. "The child will be better with a father like me, that's straight edge. So the child doesn't have to suffer for your bad choices."

John chuckled loudly as he turned around for a brief second...only to turn back and deliver a hard punch to Miz left eye making him fall to the ground.

Miz  was in shock for a few seconds as he breathed heavily and touched his eye. "Son of a bitch!"    Miz  groaned.

"Oops." John sheepishly smirked as he shrugged his shoulders. Miz scoffed though as he got up from the ground. It didn't take him very long though to tackle John making them both smack the brick wall. Punches wore thrown around, but John and Miz kept switching off who got the upper hand.

Nobody seemed to be breaking them apart though until a innocent voice was heard.

"Hey! Stop it!" Maryse ran towards the two men. "John get off of him!"

John delivered a few more punches before controlling himself and stepping away.

"John, what was that about?!" Maryse yelled.

"I can't believe you would do this to me." John muttered as he shook his head at Maryse.

"What are you talking about?" Maryse cried.

"Maryse!" Miz  yelled while he was getting up from the ground. Maryse gasped at Miz swollen eye. "This guy is a jerk! I refuse to have him in our baby's life."

"Stop saying that!" John yelled. "It's my baby you jackass!"

"John wait!" Maryse called out as John started to walk away.

"I'm outta here." Miz mumbled as he walked the other direction.

"You guys wait!" Maryse called out to the two men who were now gone.

So much for her good day.

"You're pregnant?!"

"Fuck!" Maryse said under her breath. She knew that voice It was the voice that reminded her of nails scratching on a chalkboard. Now this day had officially turned the worst one ever in just about five minutes.

Maryse turned around to face Mickie James  who had a smirk on her face while she twirled a piece of her hair.

"Well, well, well...I guess that explains your appearance. To be honest I thought you just let yourself go..." Mickie chuckled.

"Did you hear-"

"Did I hear the whole conversation? Yes I did." Mickie walked closer to the FrenchBlonde. "I heard everything including the beginning of Cena and Miz conversation." Mickie smirked. "And you call me the slut? You're the one sleeping with two men."

Maryse's hands turned into fists, "Mickie I-"

"Don't get angry with me! This is all your fault. Maybe you should of told John first before Miz got the chance. Gosh Maryse, you just screw up your life more and more by the days go by. What are we going to do with you?" Mickie chuckled. "Well as much as I love talking to you I'm afraid I have to go. I have a meeting to get to about my Championship rematch...not that you would have any idea of how that feels." Mickie smirked as she patted Maryse on the head. "Chow...oh and try not to get too fat with that thing growing in your stomach. You were already fat to begin with."

Mickie laughed as she walked away from Maryse.

Now all by herself Maryse sighed as she ran a hand through her hair. She couldn't believe she was about to say it but for once she actually agreed with Mickie...she should of told John.