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Author's Note: Here is the Sequel to You're Holding My Heart and this will be a multi-chaptered story. I was going to make it a one-shot but then I got another idea and I didn't want Mizzpoet to kill me and she probably would kill me if I made this a one shot but in my mind it had potential to be a good one shot but I have to babysit in an hour and I have to get ready and I decided that I needed to post it on her. It's short but oh well. Please read and review!

P.S. I'm working on another story too...so that should be out in the next couple of days

It was six months later and from the previous encounter I had with Jaicelyn, I stayed away. I didn't bother to talk to her again. She made it clear that she didn't want anything else to do with me and here I am in Sam's hospital room, holding my newborn daughter. I was happy, don't get me wrong but I couldn't help but think that this should have been Jaicelyn's baby. I should have stayed faithful to her and not have gotten drunk that one night, nearly a year ago.

"She's beautiful, isn't she Randy?" Sam asked, watching me hold my daughter.

Sam was right my daughter was beautiful. You wouldn't want to know her name, you'd think I was a moron for wanting to name my daughter what I did but I suppose I should tell you. Her name is Taylor Jaice Orton. Taylor was Jaicelyn's middle name and I had called Jaicelyn, Jaice all the time. I was thankful that Sam was oblivious to Jaicelyn and everything I felt about her. She didn't know that I was in love with another woman. Don't get me wrong and don't look at me as if I'm a terrible person, I did the right thing. I married the woman I got pregnant.

"Yes, Sam, she is beautiful," I whispered.

Six months ago I had lied to John and to myself. I was never with Jaice when I was engaged to Sam but it would make it seem easier to let the pain die down if that was true, so I believed it with all my heart. It's a funny thing what a simple lie can do to make the pain fade away. No, not fade away, just hide for awhile. The engagement I had with Sam was only a month and a half. She had wanted to be married before she got bigger with the pregnancy. I had tried to tell her to wait until after the baby was born but she said that her child shouldn't have to be at the wedding. So I gave in, giving up the little chance that I could have been with Jaice.

"I have to go back to the arena, Sam, Vince expects me to," I lied to her, handing her Taylor.

"What? Randy I just gave birth to our daughter and Vince expects you to go back to work so soon without any family time?" Sam asked, appalled at the situation.

"Sam, I'm making money so that you and Taylor can have the perfect life and I can't do that sitting in a hospital," I s aid, trying to maintain my temper.

"Just so Taylor and I can have the perfect life? What about you, Randy? You're in this family too and you're in our lives," Sam said, her eyes filling with tears.

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. I didn't want it to come to this but I had to get out of here. I was having too many thoughts about what could have been between me and Jaicelyn and with me and Jaicelyn.

"I know, Samantha but I have to go to the arena, I will come back later," I said, kissing Taylor's forehead.

I went to walk away when I heard Samantha attempt to stifle a sob. I turned back to face her and saw a couple tears slipping down her face. I sighed and walked back over. I kissed her cheek and brushed her brown hair away from her face.

"I'm sorry, I will be back later tonight," I told her before grabbing my keys and walking out of the hospital room.

I was walking out of the hospital when my cell phone rang. I glanced at the caller id to see John's name on it. I frowned. What could he possibly want?

"What's up?" I asked, flipping the phone open.

"She wants to leave, Randy, you have to stop her," John said, in a rushed voice.

I was confused. Who wants to leave? Maria? I was supposed to be having a good day not one where I was worrying about somebody else other than my wife and my newborn daughter.

"Who, John?" I asked as I walked to my Hummer.

"Jaicelyn, she wants to quit wrestling," he said as I got in my Hummer.

"What? Why?" I asked, my heart starting to beat faster.

She couldn't quit because then I couldn't even see her or attempt to talk to her. I at least needed to see her if I couldn't be with her. I know it's wrong but it's like an addiction that I just can't stop.

"She heard about Sam having her baby and she collapsed in tears, Randy. Maria was with her and still is but Maria said that Jaice said she couldn't do it anymore, that she couldn't work under the same roof as the man she loves but can never have," he explained.

"Keep her there, I'm on my way," I told him, closing my phone.

I cursed silently in my mind. Everything had to go wrong. The love of my life was going to walk away from her WWE contract and it was because of me. I felt like an idiot. I should have never gotten drunk nearly a year ago but Jaice and I had gotten in a fight.

-FLASHBACK-

Jaice and I were in the hotel room that we shared every time. She was upset about something but wouldn't tell me what and I knew it had something to do with me but I wasn't exactly sure what I had done wrong.

"Baby, tell me," I urged her.

"Randy, I don't want to," she said, crossing her arms over her chest.

She frustrated me. She was so stubborn and set in her own ways that she couldn't even bother to tell me what I had done wrong and there was no way that I could fix it if I didn't know what I had done wrong.

"I can't fix it if you don't tell me what's wrong," I said, exasperated.

"Why should you be the one to fix it? You caused it," she snapped at me.

I glared at her. It was probably the wrong thing to do at the time but she was frustrating me and I just wanted to know what I had done wrong.

"Jesus Christ, Jaicelyn, is it your time of the month now? Are you pmsing again?" I asked, motioning with my arms.

Oops, that was definitely the wrong thing to say. I ducked from the flying pillow that she had thrown at me. I was never good at avoiding certain things with women.

"Randy Keith Orton! You don't talk about that because no, I am not pmsing, thank you very much, you arrogant prick," she shouted at me.

Oh so now she wanted to shout. Well me being the arrogant prick and a little bit immature, I could play that game as well and I was better at it then she was.

"Then what the hell is it, woman?!" I shouted back at her.

"Woman?! Oh now I don't have a name but I get called woman?! Just fucking great," she shouted at me but I wasn't sure that it wasn't mainly to herself.

"Jesus, woman, I think you are pmsing. You take everything I say too seriously and you're emotional as fuck and I'm sure your hormones are raging at the moment," I shouted at her.

She glared at me. I told you I was better at this game.

"Fine, you really want to know what's bothering me?" she shouted.

"Yes! For fuck's sake, Jaicelyn I've only been asking you that for like an hour!" I shouted.

"You! You've been bothering me. You don't leave me alone for more than forty minutes and when I want to go do something with the girls you say I can't because I have other things to attend to! But what the hell are we exactly doing, Randy? Nothing! We're not even having sex and that would be better than doing nothing!" she shouted at me.

Oh, I understood now. She wanted to go out with the girls and get piss ass drunk. Well fine if she wanted to do that she could, it wouldn't bother me one bit!

"You want to go out with the girls?! Then fucking go, Jaicelyn! You don't have to do everything I tell you! You can tell me that you wanted to go with them, it wasn't like I was going to stop you because I love you and whatever you want to do, you can," I said, calming down a bit.

"It's too late to go out anyways," she said almost like she was pouting.

"God, woman you drive me crazy. Fine, do you want to have sex then because I'm all for that too," I said, not resisting the urge to smirk at her.

"No! I don't want to have sex! I did about twenty minutes ago when you were pestering the hell out of me but you're too stupid to read the signs, so no, Randy, I do not want to have sex. You can get blue balls for all I care," she spat at me.

"You're crazy, I'm going to a bar," I said, grabbing my jacket.

"And now you're leaving me alone?!" she shouted at me.

"Well! You're fucking crazy, Jaicelyn," I shouted back at her.

"I am not crazy, Randy," she shouted at me.

"You are fucking too! One minute you're perfectly fine then the next minute you're shouting at me about something I didn't even know I did. And then you say that having sex would be better than doing nothing and I suggest it and you tell me to go get blue balls!" I shouted at her.

"Just fucking leave and don't come back till tomorrow morning!" she shouted at me.

"Fine, just what I fucking wanted," I said, slamming the door behind me.

-END OF FLASHBACK-

God, I was a moron that night. I should have stayed with her or just went to John's room. I shouldn't have went to the bar then none of this would have happened. What kills me most is that she had called me several times and texted me, telling me to come back and that she was sorry but I ignored her calls and didn't reply back to her texts.

I hit the horn on my Hummer after parking in a parking stall. I was such an idiot. I got out and sprinted into the building. I had little time to find Jaicelyn and make things right. I doubt I could make things right, but I could try.