A/N- Please read before proceeding:

What up fools? I'm back! This is the sequel to "Broken Faith," as most of you know. If you're new here, READ "BROKEN FAITH" FIRST, because this will make zero sense if you don't. Anyway, I realized that after re-reading my first story that there are so many characters holes that need to be filled. For example: I bet none of you know who Finn's parents are, right? Lol, thought so. But do not be alarmed because a) that's my fault for now mentioning it, and b) I'm going to fix that. Below, I am going to display a list of all the families (undefined characters WILL be mentioned in this story).

Randy/Roman/Seth (10)/Dean (10)/Bayley (8)/Cody (6)

Colin Cassidy (Big Cass)/ Carmela/ Sasha (8)/ Enzo (6)

Antonio Cesaro/ Becky Lynch (not mentioned as Sami's mom but will be)/Sami (6)

Drew McIntyre (single dad)/ Adrian (Neville,7)/ Finn (10)

New family: Amy (Lita)/Adam (Edge) Copeland/Cm Punk (Phil, 10), Kaitlyn (8)/AJ Lee (5)

These new characters will be mentioned but I won't tell you their roles yet:

Mike "The Miz" Mizanin (10)

Zack Ryder (6)

Alexa Bliss (7)

Mickie James (7)

Damien Sandow (11)

Dolph Ziggler (11)

Matt Hardy

Beth Phoenix

Natalya Neidhart

Alicia Fox

Alright, I hope that clears up some confusion! Now, on with the story ^_^

Randy should have known.

He should have known that once the nightmares came back, so would Cody's tantrums. He and Roman honestly thought they were done with that stage. Apparently not. Randy sighed as he watched his six-year-old cry while holding a tub of Ben and Jerry's Chunky Monkey ice cream. "We got ice cream yesterday," the older man stressed, crossing his arms. "I'm not getting that." "But I wanna try it!" Cody cried harder, shoving the ice cream up to Randy. "Please! I want it!" Randy huffed. How did I get stuck taking him grocery shopping before his nap? "No. Now put it back." That only caused the little boy to stomp his foot in protest. "Why? I wanna try it!" Randy decided to take matters into his own hands...literally. He took the ice cream from Cody's hands and put it back in the freezer. "I already told you no." Cody at this point had thrown himself to the floor and started to cry harder, his little hands in fists. This of course caused onlookers to glance over. Randy groaned and knelt down, lifting the little boy back to his feet. "I said no. We're not getting it because there is ice cream at home." "But-" "No, I'm talking right now. Your tantrum that just happened is not acceptable behavior. That is not how we act in a store. When I tell you something, you need to listen to me." Cody hiccuped and nodded, a few stray tears sliding down his cheeks. Randy then reached in the cart and pulled out an Avengers coloring book. "Because of how you acted, you won't be getting this either." The older man desperately wanted to look away at the heartbroken glance Cody gave him but held his ground. "No, none of that. You didn't listen to me and decided to throw a tantrum, so you're not getting it. This is your punishment" Cody let out a choked sob but nodded. "I-I'm sorry Daddy." "I hope you learned your lesson," Randy said, handing the book over to the little boy. "Let's go put that back." The walk back to the book section was gloomy. Randy could tell Cody was upset but these were the rules set by himself and Roman. Cody sadly set the coloring book back on the right shelf. Turning around, he squeezed his small hands over his shirt. "I'm sorry." "It's okay," Randy mumbled, kneeling once again. "When I say no, that means no. You need to leave it at that and not argue. Understand?" Cody sniffled and raised his arms. Randy hesitated for a second. This was another thing and Roman had tried to work on: Cody asking to be carried. He's six now, and they knew that they couldn't hold him in theirs arms forever. They tried to limit it. But Randy knew that his little boy was overly tired since it was past his usual nap-time. He decided to ignore the rule, just for today. He lifted Cody into his arms and almost immediately his little boy laid his head on his shoulder. Randy smiled and kissed his head, pushing the cart down the aisle and toward the checkout line. Randy hummed softly and swayed side-to-side as they waited, Cody slowly starting to doze off. "Sleepy Daddy," he mumbled, turning his head so it was pressed against Randy's neck. "Shh," the older man cooed as he started loading a couple groceries onto the checkout counter. "You can go to sleep baby. I'll be here." It took several minutes before Randy could pay for the small batch of groceries. By then, Cody had dozed off, one fist clutching the back of Randy's shirt. Thank God they bag the groceries for us, Randy thought as pocketed his wallet. Putting the bags back into the cart, he thanked the cashier and walked outside to his car with the groceries. Getting into the driver's seat, he adjusted his mirror and smiled at his youngest son. "Absolutely adorable," he mumbled to himself, starting the car. Now, off to Target!

Out in the street, Bayley calmly rode her scooter around while trying to avoid Seth on his bike...with Dean attached behind by a jump-rope, riding on Seth's long-board. Roman didn't really approve of said activity, but he knew he couldn't protect his kids forever, so he just let it happen while he organized boxes in their garage. "Bayley...Bayley! Look out!" Of course, something had to go wrong. The Samoan man quickly turned around just in time to see his oldest son collide front first into his only daughter. Bayley unfortunately took all the impact. "Shit." Roman dropped the box he was holding and raced across the street to where his baby girl was crying. Seth had jumped off his bike and beat him there. "Bayley! I'm so sorry!" Dean said while gripping his shoulder. Bayley only cried harder, holding her lower back. "You okay sweetheart?" Roman mumbled, tucking her hair behind her ear. Bayley sniffled and shook her head. "My b-back hurts." "It'll probably bruise," Roman responded, looking up at his two older boys. Dean glanced at his little sister. "I'm sorry Bayley. I didn't mean to run into you." "It was my fault," Seth said, nudging Dean slightly. "I was the one steering the bike. I'm sorry." Roman sighed softly. He honestly couldn't be angry with them, especially since it WAS an accident. Seth couldn't have known how far Dean was going to go and Dean obviously couldn't have known that Bayley would end up in that exact same spot as him. Roman helped Bayley stand up and rubbed her back softly. "It's okay boys, it was an accident," he said eventually. "How about we find something else to do, yeah? Something safer." Both boys nodded and gave Bayley a hug, which she gratefully accepted. Seth and Dean then picked up the bike and longboard and put them back into the moving truck before searching for something else to play with. Roman thumbed Bayley's tears and smiled softly. "You okay?" She wiped her own eyes and sniffled. "I'm okay Papa." "Want to go sit down for a bit?" Bayley nodded and took his hand, walking back across the street and into the garage. She sat down in a stray chair and watched Roman work for a bit before Seth and Dean came over. "Wanna play Candy Land with us?" Seth asked, he and Dean siting in front of Bayley. She gave them a smirk and sat on the floor. "Only if you're ready for me to kick your butts." "Oh, it's on!" Dean called out, dumping out the contents of the board game. Roman smiled as he watched the three of his kids happily enjoying playing together; it almost made him forget about the last couple nights. Dean and Cody had both woken up from nightmares of that day more than once. While Dean was handling it well, Cody was not. The little boy had resigned back to his old self (minus the not talking part) and it was honestly a little worrying on his part. He and Randy had worked so hard to break him out of his shell, only for it to go to shit because of Grace and David. Roman sneered at the thought of them. Assholes. Shaking his head, Roman focused back on organizing the garage in prepare for moving day. Roman grinned at that. In two days, the family will be moving into a new home, closer to the kid's school, which means they could walk there if they wanted to, (though he and Randy were still talking about that one). Plus, there are a lot more kids in their new neighborhood for their children to play with. To say the least, the family is excited. Roman just finished stacking the last box into the U-Haul when Randy's car pulled up. All three kids got up and ran toward him, immediately telling him about the bike-scooter-long board incident as if no one had got hurt when it happened (Roman could feel the lecture he knew he was going to hear tonight). He walked down the ramp of the truck and across the lawn to Randy, greeting him with a kiss and a grimace. "I can explain what happened." "Later," Randy huffed, but gave him a small grin to let his husband know that he wasn't angry. Roman chuckled at that. "So, I got enough groceries to last us the next two days until we move out. Food prep will be limited and so will the dishes," Randy grinned, putting Seth, Dean and Bayley on grocery duty. They complained and whined but one look from Roman made them shut up and complete their small chore. "Cody threw a tantrum at the grocery store," Randy said before his husband could say anything else. "Over ice cream." "Seriously? That's the third one today and it's not even two!" Randy only shrugged and unbuckled the six-year-old, lifting him into his arms. Cody shifted slightly from being moved, but then settled down. "I think this one may have been because he was tired, but the other two earlier this morning? I don't know." Roman leaned over and ran his fingers through Cody's hair before kissing the sleeping boy's cheek. "We'll talk to him when he wakes up."

Cody's mood didn't improve.

It got worse, actually. It got so bad that after dinner, Randy had to excuse himself to sit in the backyard on the deck to calm himself down. He knew it wasn't Cody's fault. The nightmares and lack of sleep was getting to him but still, it didn't mean it didn't irritate him to no end. Randy groaned and rubbed his temples, breathing deeply. To be honest, Cody wasn't the only reason why he was irritated. What really caused him to be moody the past couple of days happened to me his own personal problems that he should really tell someone about (specifically Roman, since this might affect their family). But he wasn't ready. Not yet at least. Pulling out his phone, he pulled up his call-log and hesitantly clicked on the last voicemail, swallowing hard.

"Hi Randy. Its, um... its Elaine here, your Mom. So, uh, your Father and I have been talking lately and...I know we haven't spoken to you since you eloped with Roman nearly twelve years ago but we...I think we should sit down and talk, ya know? It has been awhile, and some hurtful things were said, and we just want to see you again, see how you're doing. I know you still talk to Rebecca and Nathan; they give us updates on you and your family. We... *sigh* We miss you. We miss you so much. I hope you visit us. We still have family dinners every Sunday if you're up for it. I hope to see you soon. I... I love you.

That message was sent nearly a month ago. He still didn't have the guts to drive to his parents' house to see them. They basically banished him for their home after he told them he was gay. He sneered, almost shattering his cellphone screen. The hurtful words came from their mouths, not his. 25-year-old Randy had to endure that hatred with an equally solemn 20-year-old Roman by his side. His own parents made him cry. That night, he walked out that door and never looked back. The next day, he and Roman got married at the courthouse. They then waited until Roman was done with law school to move away from Jefferson City to St. Louis. "Best decision I've ever made," he spat bitterly, shoving his phone back into his hoodie. Just then, the back door slid opened and Roman stepped out onto the porch. "Randy? You okay?" "Fine," he mumbled, which was far from the truth. Roman sat next to him on the stairs and pulled his husband close, whispering in his ear. "Wanna try that again?" Randy huffed out a laugh and leaned against his husband. "My...my Mom called me last month." He felt Roman stiffen. "I didn't pick up, since it was an unknown number at the time, but she left a voice mail. She and my Dad want to talk." The Samoan man remained silent for several minutes before speaking up. "Whatever you choose to do, I'll support you." Shocked, Randy sat up to look his husband in the face. "Y-you're serious? What about at that shit they said? Especially about you?" Roman pressed his forehead against Randy and kissed him softly. "I came out to my parents Sophomore year of high school. They immediately accepted me for who I was. But...my Grandpa on my Father's side did not. Just like some parents, he said some hurtful crap too. He called me during my Freshman year of college, but I didn't answer. I wasn't ready to talk to him because it still hurt. But that next year, he was involved in a car accident. He was dying. I dropped everything to go see him. And you want to know what his last words to me were?" Roman swallowed hard, gripping Randy on the sides of his face gently. "He told me that he wanted to apologize to me a year before, for all the crap that went down when I came out to my parents. He finally accepted me for who I was, and he didn't mean to make me feel unloved. He died that night, and I felt like utter shit. I had the chance to bond with my Grandfather one last time before God decided it was time for him to go, but I let my feelings get the best of me." Roman sniffled, smiling slightly as a single tear trailed down his cheek. "My point is, your parents may have hurt you, but they want to apologize to you now. The miss you Randy, they want to see you again. Take the chance before it's too late." Randy pressed his lips against Roman for a couple seconds before pulling him into a tight hug. It has been awhile since he'd seen his husband cry, and it was breaking his heart. "You know I love you right?" he mumbled a couple minutes later, pulling back from the hug. Roman smiled. "I know. I love you too." Randy kissed him one last time before standing up, dusting off his sweatpants. "I'm sorry about you Grandpa Roman. I... I'm going to take your advice and call my Mom tomorrow." Roman grinned and squeezed Randy's hand, guiding him back inside. "That's what I like to hear."