"After all these years, why are you doing this now? Why are you insisting on intruding into my life once again, Randy?" Jenna asked in an exasperated tone as she closed her eyes and leaned against the bathroom wall.
Randy's end of the phone line was quiet for a few moments; he was trying to gather his thoughts and form them into coherent words before he opened his mouth. It was a damn miracle that Jenna had taken his call at all. "You were never going to tell me?" he asked as he paced around his small hotel living room. "After all we went through, Jenna, you think you would have had enough consideration and respect to tell me that I fathered that little girl."
Fighting back the urge to scream, Jenna took a deep breath before she continued. This was her and Cody's worst nightmare come to life. The pair had never thought that Randy would put two and two together, add up dates and figure out that there was a possibility that the couple's third daughter, Molly, might be not be Cody's biological child. "We don't know that for sure—"
"Have you had her tested?" Randy interrupted.
"No. Cody and I got back together—"
"Spare me the details, babe. I know how it ended up," he snapped gruffly. It had been almost five years and Randy was still carrying a torch, and a grudge, for Jenna. "Why didn't you bother telling me you were pregnant?"
"It didn't matter. Cody and I had gotten back together, we had gotten remarried," she said quickly, trying to get all of her words out at once. She did not want to be having this conversation right now. She especially didn't want her husband to overhear her conversation with her ex fiancé. "We just assumed that Molly was conceived…." she trailed off, not wanting to actually say the words.
"Molly was conceived when you were fucking around on me," Randy finished for her.
"You're so crude," she spat in disgust, rolling her brown eyes.
"You used to love that about me," he said softly as he leaned against the wall and slid down to the carpet. "You probably just rolled your eyes at me too."
Jenna fought the small grin forming on her face. This wasn't the time to reminisce about her and Randy's past relationship; they had a potentially serious problem on their hands. "I did not."
"So you and Codes just assumed that he fathered Molly and then you got married, put his name on the birth certificate and lived happily ever after, am I right?"
"Yes."
"And you two never once stopped to think that I might have liked to know?" his asked, his voice raising with anger.
"No."
Randy let out a frustrated chuckle. "Was I that horrible to you, Jenna?"
"Randy, this isn't the time to talk about this right now," she said softly as she cracked the bathroom door open, checking to see if the girls had destroyed the house yet. She had left them alone for almost ten minutes now and it was way too quiet for her liking.
"Fine. We're going to talk about us eventually—"
"There is no us, Randy. Cody and I are back together, we've been remarried for the past five years and everything is perfect. Don't think for one second that you are going to try and break us apart again," she said with determination.
"I want a test done on that little girl. And I want it done soon."
"Why? Why does it matter, Randy? Molly has a loving family right here, right now, no matter who her real father is. Cody loves her with all his heart—" she was about to go on about how Cody had transformed back into the boy she fell in love with in high school and how he was a wonderful father to their children but Randy once again cut her off.
"It's pretty simple, Jenna."
"This situation is far from simple."
"I want what's mine." And then the line on his end went dead.
Jenna hit the end button her cell and set it on the vanity. She placed both hands on the vanity and closed her eyes. Taking a deep breath and counting to ten, she finally opened her eyes and stared at her reflection in the mirror. She and Cody had done what felt right when it came to their third child. Randy Orton was not going to ruin that for them, no matter what he thought.
