Here we go, ladies and gents; the sequel to Send Me A Lover. I really wanted to wait awhile before I started the sequel. However, I found myself really missing this story. For those readers who have not read Send Me A Lover, I recommend reading that first, as to not be confused by anything. This will continue from where the last one left off.

Trish yawned as she got in the passenger side of the car. She was exhausted and the only thing that she wanted to do was get in the bed and sleep for the next twelve hours. She reached her hand over and grabbed Randy's hand. He looked down at her with his eyes closed and smiled.

"Tired?"

"Drained? Our bed is calling my name something serious." Randy chuckled as his wife sinked further into the seat.

"Hey Ran?"

"Yeah, babe?"

"I saw you playing with Aurora yesterday. It was cute the way you were with her." Little shades of red appeared on Randy's cheeks, causing Trish to giggle. Randy pulled the car into the driveway and opened the door.

"I thought you liked the way I play with you." Trish swatted at Randy's chest as they walked in the door.

"I'm serious. I think you are going to make an amazing father one day."

"Yeah, you know, I never really wanted kids. For some reason, though, seeing Steph and Paul, it kinda changed my mind a little bit."

Trish bit her lip and crawled in Randy's lap. She gently kissed him and sucked on his bottom lip. "I'm glad you feel that way."

Randy kissed her again. "You do?"

"Sure do cause guess what?"

"What?"

"We are going to be parents." Randy jumped up, leaving Trish crashing to the floor.

"WHAT???????????"

Meanwhile, Vanessa was changing for bed trying to find a way to approach John's recent behavior. She had no idea what she had done to receive the cold shoulder, but she really wanted to find out.

John stood in the bathroom door and looked at his wife. He saw her eyebrows come together in confusion. He didn't understand why she just won't tell him. He leaned on the door frame.

"So this is how we are going to do this." Vanessa jumped up and swung around. "Is there something that you have been meaning to tell me and you haven't yet?"

Vanessa thought for a moment and then shook her head. "No, not really."

"Nessa, I thought we agreed, no lying."

"John, I'm not lying. There is nothing that I need to tell you right now, at least not yet."

"Really?"

"Yes, really." John walked over to Vanessa keeping one hand behind his back. He leaned down and looked into his wife's eyes. He searched her eyes to tell him something. He noticed she had a slight look of fear. He reached behind his back and brought the item into full view of Vanessa's eyes. She slightly gasped as she realized that she had been caught. She raked her brain to come up with an excuse as why she had been keeping her husband in the dark about something she had found out about only four days prior.

"When were you going to tell me about this?"

Vanessa stared with wide eyes at the offending piece of evidence. In John's hand was a little white stick with two pink lines, indicting the arrival that the married couple would be anticipating in a little less than nine months.

Vanessa quickly racked her brain to come up with an excuse for the reason behind why she didn't say anything to John. Truth be told, she was terrified. John never really talked about kids and they were both still so young. Plus there was the added bonus of their careers, which kept them away from home hundreds of days out of the year. Vanessa wildly scanned the room looking for an escape route. When she realized that there was nowhere she could go, Vanessa opted to do the one thing that she had been doing her entire life; she put the walls up around herself and prepared for battle.

"What the hell were you doing going through the trash? And what the hell do you mean by "no lying"? I said I wouldn't run anymore; I never said anything about lying."

"Lying to someone to avoid the inevitable is the same thing as running, Vanessa."

Vanessa rolled her eyes. "Thanks for the lovely insight, Pluto. I didn't realize what a philosopher you were."

John looked down at Vanessa and smirked. All this years together, John thought Vanessa would have realized that he knew her by now. He knew exactly what she was trying to do and he was not in the mood to play games.

"Stop changing the goddamn subject and tell me when you planned on telling me about the two little pink lines on the pee stick. This is not the time to play bad girl. This is the time that my WIFE needs to look at me and tell me why she would keep something like this from me. It is mine, right?"

Fiery brown eyes met icy blue ones as Vanessa glared at her husband. "What the fuck kind of question is that? Of course it's yours. What the hell do you take me for?"

"Well, what other reason do have for not telling me? Why, Ness? What the hell is going on with you? Why won't you…"

"I'M SCARED!!! Is that what you want to hear? I'm fucking scared. I'm scared that you weren't ready for children. I'm scared that I'm not going to be a good mom. I'm just fucking scared. Are you happy now?" Vanessa felt the tears threaten to fall from her face and she hurriedly ran past John. Between being married and now having a baby, life was becoming all too real for Vanessa and she needed to get away. There was more to her fear than what she told John, but she vowed that she would take that secret to her grave and she was determined to do so.

"Hey Orton, you mind helping me off the floor?" Trish sat on the floor in disbelief at her husband's recent actions. Unfortunately her question fell on deaf ears as Randy feverishly went to the bar in the living room to pour himself a drink.

Randy poured himself a glass of bourbon, while he quietly mumbled to himself incoherently. Trish pushed herself off the floor and took a seat at the barstool. To say the blonde beauty was confused would be an understatement.

"Orton?" Trish snapped her fingers in front of Randy's face causing him to come out of his trance. "What the hell?"

"Are you sure? I mean, really sure. Hell, tests and doctors aren't always right, you know? I don't trust neither one, if you ask me."

Trish rolled her eyes and grabbed her husband's hand. "The doctor and the test can't both be wrong."

"You don't know that."

"Back up, cowboy. Less than a half an hour ago, you were talking about how you were actually looking forward to having kids and now all of sudden, you are questioning science. What the hell?"

Randy felt the walls caving in around him. "I want to have kids, Trish, I really do. And there is no one that I would rather have kids with than you. But…but…"

"But what, Orton?" Randy opened his mouth to speak, but the sound of the doorbell silenced him.

Randy quickly ran to the door, silently thanking whoever was on the other side of the door. He rushed open the door and stared at the person on the other end.

"Dude, what the hell?"

John brushed past Randy and glanced around. "Orton, please tell me my wife is here."

Ok Chapter one is done. I have to admit that I have missed these characters. I see this story being a rather long one. I have all types of ideas for this story. As always, I love your reviews.