Anders couldn’t suppress his small gasp. “I’ll be damned. You’re serious?” His jaw is nearly mopping the locker-room floor. His voice is tight and concerned. I can’t blame him for the reaction. Sometimes I think I should be more worried or shocked.

“Nope. She’s having a baby. We are having a baby. My baby.”

“Wait, you’re gonna be a dad?!” I shudder at the sound of Rook’s voice reverberating across the room. It’s already too late – news is out. I should have noticed his music had stopped, but I was so engrossed in telling Anders that I wouldn’t have noticed an earthquake.

“I’m going to kill him,” I seethe.

“Rook, shut your mouth!” Anders warns. Better him than me. If he says anything stupid, I might live up to my threat.

“What? I didn’t know it was a secret, eh!” His voice goes up an octave in defence, and if I didn’t want to kill him I might laugh.

“That’s because you’re an idiot.” Edge joins in the chaos. I don’t know how much he heard, but this is definitely enough for Ellis to kill me. She’s a charming Brit with a butter-wouldn’t-melt smile – I think she would get away with it.

“If this gets back to Ellis – that you all know – she will put my balls in a blender,” I admit after a blanket of silence falls over the room. I silently thank every deity out there that it’s only the four of us in here right now, because if the whole team finds out then it will almost immediately be told to their wives and girlfriends, and the whole of Seattle will know before the plane even leaves Vegas.

Edge’s face spreads with shock-horror at the sound of Ellis’s name, but he quickly shakes it off before continuing, “Forget Ellis for one second, Cassie is going to kill you when she finds out.”

He has a point. Cassie Fitzgerald is the head of Spears PR and she scares the shit out of me. Five foot of pure rage, she gives the coaches a run for their money when it comes to who can keep us in line.

“Well, Cassie doesn’t need to know anything yet, got it? I want to talk to Ellis about everything first, tell her what to expect from the public.” I give them each a pointed look as they all nod their agreement.

“Just between us here. Is this happy news or not so happy news?” Edge asks.

“Good news, right? Isn’t that obvious?” I snap back, going right on the defensive. I understand his question, but I never want to think of this as anything but good.

“Okay, you know I had to ask,” he tells me, placing a hand on my shoulder to calm me. But I know they’ll be wondering more to themselves.