AN: Okay, I know it's taken forever to put this but in my defense I was having problems with adding this story to the site for like a week, lol. I promise things will get more interesting and I'm gonna try and start working on the next chapter today. Hope you guys enjoy and remember to read and review!

I Disclaim!

Trish's eyes widened in shock as she desperately thought of something to distract her attention with…so her eyes landed on the envelope in her hand. This wasn't how things were suppose to happen. Sure they had been separated for a year and sure, she had lost a little hope each day longer that he didn't come back but still….this wasn't suppose to happen to her. He promised before God to love her till death do him part…though he had also vowed to remain faithful and she already knew how that turned out.

Dave looked at her, waiting for her to say something but nothing came. She just stared at the divorce papers that were packaged in the yellow envelope that was now within her grasp. He exhaled a breath that he had been holding for quite some time. He refuse to leave without her saying something to him…anything at all. If she wanted to scream at him, call him names…whatever it was, he just wanted to hear her say something. His brows furrowed with concern as he saw Trish begin rubbing her right temple with her right hand. He noticed her seemingly faint on her feet but she stepped backwards so that she could lean against the wall for support.

"Trish…" Dave whispered.

"I ah….I need some time to read over the papers" she replied, cutting him off with a throaty whisper. She felt as though she has just lost her voice and the tears were easily threatening to fall but she refused to let them surface. Like a fool she waited a whole year for him to comeback and tell her that he loved her and that they could work through things but instead, he was handing her divorce papers, forcing her out of his life and what was worse was that he hadn't even waited before jumping into another relationship…a marriage.

"Are you okay?" he asked as he moved toward her. Trish let out a sarcastic laugh before backing away from him,

"Yeah…I'm fine. I was actually waiting for these for a while now" she said as she gestured to the envelope in her hand.

"Then why didn't you file the divorce papers?" he asked, a little offended by her answer though he wasn't sure why.

"Well, you're the working man after all. Or have you forgotten that I gave up my career to be your wife and possibly the mother of your children? Why should I spend money on the divorce papers when it's you that has the steady income flowing into your bank account?" Trish asked snidely. If she couldn't allow herself to cry her emotions out, she was going to rage them out and Dave was the most deserving person she could think of that should be on the receiving end of her tongue lashing.

"Well that's a quite calculating thought…and you wonder why I left" he mumbled. Before he knew what happened, he felt a stinging sensation across his left cheek. He looked at the blonde woman before him and he couldn't miss the blazing fury in her eyes.

"What you did comes with no excuses so don't you dare try to play a victim! Maybe it's a good thing you didn't have the chance to see our ….." Trish stopped mid sentence and closed her eyes to regain her composure.

"A chance to see our what?" he asked.

"Nothing…I'm sure it wouldn't interest you anyways….Now get out" and with that, Dave Batista didn't stay longer to continue their bickering. He walked past her and out the bedroom door…never once looking back.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Trish waited until she heard the front door slam shut and the car in her driveway pull out before she lunged onto her bed and began sobbing. She stayed like that for hours before her phone began ringing. She let it ring but by the fourteenth ring, she knew whoever was on the other end definitely needed to talk to her.

"Hello" she answered, trying her best to mask the fact that she had been crying.

"Trish…hey baby girl, what's up?" Trish smiled into the phone as she heard the distinctive voice of Mark Calloway on the other end.

She looked down at the envelope that was sitting on her bed before responding.

"Nothing as interesting as whatever's up with you I'm sure" she giggled a bit. Mark laughed on the other end before clearing his throat and continuing.

"Listen…Smackdown is town for the week and I wanna spend some time with you so I was hoping that maybe we can have a little sleep over…Randy included. He's dying to see you again since it's been so long." Trish didn't hesitate at all,

"Of course you guys can come over. My home is your home and besides, how can I let two of my favourite men come all the way to my hometown and not have them spend a couple of nights with me?" Trish laughed. She quickly thanked God for sending Mark to her at that exact moment. He had lifted her spirits considerably in a matter of moments. She could only imagine with him and Randy here, and she was sure Adam would come along as well for the dinners, she would be able to have a decent week, despite the bad news that her husband had given her earlier that day.

"You know Stacy and Melina will be here as well" Trish reminded him.

"Where else would they be?" Mark laughed before he continued. He put on a girly accent just for her amusement,

"It'll be like so cool. We'll paint each other's toe nails we'll even take those really stupid quizzes in those girly magazines that are never accurate yet girls go crazy for it." Trish laughed until her stomach hurt while she continued listening to Mark's girly imitation on the other end.

"Hey Trish…." he said, abruptly ending his comedy act.

"Yeah Mark?"

"Are you feeling better?" he asked softly. Though she couldn't see her, Trish's face read confusion.

"What made you think that I wasn't feeling good?" she asked.

"I don't know…maybe it's because I know you like I know the back of my hand. I know you were crying but I'm not gonna ask what until I see you face to face and if it happens to be someone that made you cry and not something…I can assure you, that someone is gonna get a good trashing from the Deadman himself" Mark said confidently. Trish smiled at his protectiveness over her…it was nice to be reminded of just how many people she had in her life that really did care for her.

"I'll see you later Mark"

"Yeah, alright. Take care baby girl…I'll see you tomorrow" and with that he was gone and Trish was left to ponder the day ahead of her. If there was anyone who could get her mind off of Dave and the impending divorce…it was definitely Mark and the boys.

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"Hey guys" Dave greeted them as he walked into the living room.

"Hey….so how was your aunt?" Randy asked as he leaned forward to grab his beer that was sitting on the coffee table.

"Aunt?" Dave asked in confusion.

"Yeah…you mentioned you were going to visit your aunt" Randy said slowly, eying Dave as though he was going crazy.

"Oh…yeah, my aunt. Uh…." Dave ran a hand through his hair as he stumbled through. He might as well be honest.

"Actually…I went to see Trish."

The moment the words left his mouth, Adam, the unfortunate bystander sitting opposite of Randy was now covered in beer that had been spewed out of Randy's mouth. Randy immediately looked up and mouthed a sorry to which Adam quickly brushed off. Just like Randy, he was more curious about Dave's visit to Trish's house.

"What were you doing there?" Adam asked.

"Doing where?" Mark asked as he walked into the room having just finished taking a long bath.

"Dave went to see Trish" Randy filled him in. Mark's eyes narrowed slightly as he turned to stare at the slightly shorter man.

"What did you do?" Mark asked in an accusing tone.

"Nothing! I just needed to talk to her about some stuff" Dave answered as he now took a seat on one of the sofas and settled his eyes on the television screen. He didn't feel like talking about this, especially with three guys who happen to be really close to his soon to be ex-wife.

"What stuff?" Mark questioned. He was unrelenting and Dave was in no mood.

"It's none of your business Mark!" Dave said irritated as he shot up from his place on the sofa to stand head to head with the Deadman.

Mark, however, wasn't intimidated. He narrowed his eyes and continued to stare at the man known as the Animal. Randy and Adam drank their beer silently as they looked on in amazement, waiting to see who would crack first. After two minutes of staring - which seemed more like two hours - Dave finally gave in.

"I gave her divorce papers"

This time, both Randy and Adam began choking on their drinks. They were protective of Trish, but Mark was a totally different story and they knew exactly what to predict from the older man.

"So you just handed her the papers and then you just left her there?" Mark asked. Dave only looked down and that was enough of an answer for Mark. He didn't bother addressing Dave anymore. He looked over Dave's shoulders and spoke to Adam and Randy.

"I know we planned on sleeping over there tomorrow but I'm gonna go ahead and stay with her tonight, you guys can meet us back at her house tomorrow as planned" Mark said before he turned around and walked towards his guest bedroom to retrieve his belongings.

Once he was gone, Dave turned around to look at both men sitting on the couch. He didn't bother to say anything because he knew that they would most likely try to make it seem like it wasn't a big deal but he knew better. He knew how close all three men were to his wife. In fact, if was because of Trish that he had become such great friends with Adam and Mark. His friendships with all three men hadn't been the same since his separation from Trish. Sure they still hung out and stuff like that but he knew that deep down, they all believed that he and Trish would get back together. Things had hit a sour note when he had started to date Christy but then the guys eventually got over it, thinking that Christy was just someone he would pass the time with. He had yet to tell the guys about their engagement and he was sure that if Mark heard it from Trish, he'd be even more angry with him. He didn't have time to contemplate sharing the news now as he heard the front door slam and knew that Mark was already gone. He sighed as he looked over at Randy and Adam who sat silent and just took in the scene before them. Adam cleared his throat and tried his best to remedy the situation.

"You know how protective Mark is over Trish…don't take it too personally" Adam said reassuringly but even he didn't believe what he was saying. He felt a tiny bit of relief well up inside of him after hearing the news about Dave and Trish and he immediately admonished himself for feeling it. A part of Adam would always believe that Trish was too good for Dave. He was the one who had broken their vows and yet instead of fixing their marriage as Trish had so kindly given him the chance to, he filed for separation and moved out. He moved on rather quickly with the mistress and all the while, he had no idea what Trish was going through. He no idea the many nights that Adam had to hold Trish as she cried herself to sleep. He had promised to be there through the good times and the worse times and when those worse time had come around, Dave as no where in sight.

"Adam!" Randy said snapping his fingers in front of Adam's face to get his attention.

"Yeah?"

"I feel a bit uncomfortable about all of this" Randy said stating the obvious. Adam rolled his eyes before responding to the younger superstar,

"My main concern right now is that I want to be there for Trish but how can I just leave and go over there when Dave is staying here, at my home?" Adam asked as his brows furrowed in thought.

"Well, Christy will be here tomorrow morning…it's not like Dave will wanna spend that much time with us once she gets here. Just give him a house key and tell him that they can stay here while you attend to some other things…it's not his business where you go" Randy said a bit bitterly. Randy couldn't believe the turn of events that had taken place. More than that, he couldn't believe how stupid Dave was.

"You're right…I'll just do that. So after Christy arrives tomorrow, we'll leave and head over to Trish's house and spend a couple of days" Adam said, laying out the game plan for the next couple of days.

Randy nodded his head in approval and was about to respond when he was interrupted by a knock at the door.

Adam and Randy could hear Dave jog down the stairs and when he opened the door. Adam wasn't expecting anyone else for the night but when they both heard a loud squeal and loving confessions they both figured out it was Christy. It wasn't long after that both Dave and Christy entered the living room.

"Hey guys" Christy said with a small smile.

"Hey…." both men replied politely. "Dave told us you'd be arriving in the morning" Randy said casually.

"Oh well…that was the plan but I got an earlier flight because of a cancellation so I took it. You don't mind do you?" she asked Adam.

"No, not at all….Actually something came up and I'm gonna have to take care of some things for a couple of days so the good news is that you and Dave will have the house all to yourself until tomorrow evening when Benoit, Rey, Kurt and Shawn arrive."

"Oh…is everything alright?" Christy asked.

"Uh…" Adam didn't really feel like sharing anything with her and coincidentally he found a way to switch the subject.

"That's a pretty big rock you got on your finger" Adam laughed a bit. Christy beamed proudly and rubbed her hand against Dave's chest.

"Dave's got great taste" she smiled. It wasn't until she mentioned that it was from Dave did Adam and then Randy notice that the ring was on her left finger.

"Are you guys engaged?" Randy asked. Dave bowed his head and prayed that the he could be swallowed whole into the ground.

"Yeah…didn't Dave tell you guys?" Christy asked confused as she looked between both men and her fiancée.

"No…he didn't. I guess he never got around to it" Randy said with a small glare before excusing himself to pack his overnights bags.

"Uh…I should probably do the same. Christy…you can share a room with Dave. Make yourself at home and if you're hungry, just look around and see what you can find..I'm not that great of a host but trust me, if I cooked for you, I'd probably kill you so it's better this way" Adam said which earned him a laugh from Christy.

"It's alright…I'm not hungry anyways."

When Adam left the room, Christy turned to Dave,

"That was a little weird" she said. Dave looked at her nonchalantly,

"Really? I didn't notice" and with that he took a seat and turned the television on. This was going to be a long week in Toronto…of that he was sure.

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