A/N: The second installment of Not Again! Enjoy!

The plane ride home was uneventful, besides a little turbulence and a guy having a panic attack about it. I held Randy's hand while we walked through the terminal to go to the baggage claim area. There I was surprised by my older sister, Catherine. Whom I had not seen in a very, very long time, there was a good reason for it as well.

"Catherine, what are you doing here?" I asked as she hugged me.

"Mom told me you'd gotten married and I just had to see it for myself! He is a handsome one, isn't he?" she joked. I smiled at Randy as he blushed. She came with us to get our luggage. Catherine and I got caught up while Randy stayed quiet the entire time.

Once we got home I asked Randy what was up. He just shrugged and took our luggage up to our room. I followed him up the stairs and grabbed his arm.

"Seriously, Randy. What's the problem?" I asked. I was concerned about him. He was not usually so grumpy with me.

"Nothing, I just felt left out. You didn't even introduce us. Hell, I didn't even know who she was."

"Oh baby, I'm sorry. I just got caught up in talking I didn't realize you were so uncomfortable. I'm really sorry."

"It's alright, just next time please try to include me in the conversation if I'm just standing there. I feel rude if I just butt in."

"I will," I promised. Randy and I spent the night talking about what we were going to do the next day. I had to go back to work and Randy had to go back on the road a few days later.

"I wish we could just be together all the time," I mumbled. Randy chuckled and rolled over slightly to face me.

"I think you'd get sick of me, I mean just look at me. All my tattoos and my shockingly gorgeous body, my piercing blue eyes, I mean how could you not get sick of always wanting me inside you?" I cracked up at him.

"Oh yes, how I couldn't be sick of you by now is so beyond me!" I replied sarcastically. Randy sat up and smacked his hand over his heart.

"How could you say something so cruel and heartless?!" he shrieked like a teenage girl. I laughed so hard I almost peed myself. Many people would tell me I was lying if I ever told them about his humorous side. He tended to be shy around people, except in the ring, where he portrayed the perfect predator.

My sister stayed in town for a couple of weeks. She stayed at our house for about a week and I kept noticing how Randy always seemed so uncomfortable around her. I brought it up to her to see if she noticed it.

We sat at my kitchen table while Randy was on the road. "Hey, have you noticed that Randy seems uncomfortable around you?" I asked her.

"I have, but I've no clue why he might be." I nodded in reply, very curious now as to why my husband was so uneasy around my sister.

"Did you guys get in an argument or something?" I asked. Catherine shook her head. "Then what the hell could it be?" My sister merely shrugged

After getting nothing from my sister I decided to ask Randy.

"Hey baby," I said after answering my phone.

"Just got a little bit of free-time before work tonight, so I figured I'd call you."

"I'm glad you did. I wanted to ask you something."

"Shoot."

"Well I've been noticing that you get really uneasy around my sister. And I was just wondering why. What is it about her that makes you so uncomfortable?"

"It's nothing. I just don't know her that well yet."

"You sure that's it?"

"Yeah baby, I'm sure."

"Okay. How's work going?"

My sister began to ask some weird questions.

"Hey Mara, have you ever gone through Randy's phone?"

"Hey Mara, have you seen all the girl that swoon over Randy?"

"Mara, does Randy ever seem shady to you?"

"Mara have you ever worried about randy cheating on you?"

"Hey Mara, did Randy ever cheat on his ex-wife?"

I had answered no on all occasions. I trusted Randy. Even if he was always gone all the time. Around hot women every day. Working with attractive women almost everyday. I did trust him. Right? I should. He'd never given me a reason not to.