A/N: Wow...so it's been almost a year since I've written a chapter for this fic! I really apologize. I don't even know if there's any one of you readers still out there who read my stuff but I'm hoping, lol. I've had a really severe case of writer's block for this fic along with being really busy with school...together, it's a bad combination and the best excuse I have for why I've waited too damn long in continuing this fic. I hope you guys still read this and I hope you enjoy it. I'm not excited as I once was for this pairing so maybe I'll do some oneshots in between just to get me back into the writing mood. I don't plan on making that many more chapters for this fic anyways...maybe about three or four more. I write pretty long chapters so that should make up for something, lol. Always love when you guys read and review. Enjoy!

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Trish couldn't help the smile on her face when she heard the doorbell ring. She hated being alone so it was always great to have company, but thankfully for her, she just happened to really love the company she'd be stuck with for the week. She moved towards the front door with a skip in her step. She wasn't going to let the earlier events of the day ruin her time with her friends. Since leaving the WWE, it wasn't very often that she got to spend this much time with them since they were always on the road. She missed that life and when things got too hard, she would be tempted to march back into Vince's office and take the open invitation Vince had given her, promising her that her job would always be waiting for her should she ever want to return.

She left her thoughts mid way and unlatched the locks on her door and pulled it open. She was quickly enveloped in hugs and was caught so off guard that she nearly toppled backwards.

"Hey guys…it's great to see you too but I can't breathe right now" Trish teased as she pretended to gasp for breath.

"Hahah, very funny. It's been too long since we've seen you so that hug was well needed" Stacy said smiling from ear to ear as she quickly gave her friend the once over to make sure she was looking healthy and fit. She knew how much Trish had been through in the past year and it wasn't easy for her, Amy and Lisa, to see the usually cheerful and bubbly Trish Stratus turn into a shell of her former self, but from the looks of things, Stacy was confident that Trish was doing well on her road to recovery.

"You look amazing" Melina said as she smiled playfully and winked at her friend. She knew better than to ask if there was someone in her life so she didn't bother comment. She knew that Trish was comfortable around all the divas, well except for Christy of course, and if there was something to be said, Trish wouldn't be afraid to say it - good or bad.

"Thanks Mel….you're looking mighty fine yourself. You've been working out, I can tell" Trish laughed.

Melina took the compliment in stride as the girls each filled their hands with luggage and prepared to make the trek up the stairs to the guest bedrooms.

"What the hell did you pack?" Trish asked, taking deep breaths as she tried to heave two of Stacy's luggage up the stairs.

"My essentials…now shush. I'm a houseguest remember? Don't bother me about it" Stacy laughed as she followed behind her. She looked back to make sure Melina was doing fine with her own luggage and she couldn't help but tease the Latina as she struggled with her own bags. As the two began their playful argument, Trish looked back at her friends as smiled.

Yes…this is exactly what she needs right now.

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"I'm leaving after I get all my shit together and get my house show schedule in order, so if you guys are planning on coming with me, I suggest you be in the car in twenty minutes or you find your own ride" Mark said sternly and immediately left to finish up his work. Any stranger would've been extremely intimidated by Mark's demeanour but Randy and Adam knew better. They knew exactly what had Mark all tied up in knots and they also knew that his mood wouldn't change until he saw Trish and was able to make sure for himself that she was fine.

There wasn't a single soul in the locker room that wasn't aware of the extreme soft spot Mark had for Trish. Trish had first met him as a fan, then they had met again as co-workers and from day one, Mark could see the fire and spunk Trish had in her. He saw her determination and her love for her work and it was not only something he could relate to, but it was something he could admire her for and over the course of six years, it was that very quality of Trish Stratus that won over the heart of Mark Callaway and he didn't mind it one bit.

"I'm ready…I just hope Trish has a good working iron" Randy laughed as he stuffed his last dress shirt back into his bag and forced the zipper shut."

"Me too, let's bounce" Adam said as he quickly ran down the stairs and towards the front door.

"Whoa…wait a second…shouldn't we tell Dave and Christy we're leaving?" Randy unsurely asked.

" I guess you're right" Adam sighed and quickly shuffled his way into the family room where he had to witness the unfortunate sight of Dave and Christy kissing on his couch. He cleared his throat and rolled his eyes for emphasis…to which Dave pulled apart from Christy just in time to catch Adam's antics.

"Uh…we're gonna be going now. You guys make yourself at home." Adam quickly looked them over and realized he should probably phrase that differently.

"Actually, there's just one condition….please don't do anything TOO romantic on my couch, tables, floors, or beds…and if you must keep it to your bedroom and let me know when I come back so I can burn those sheets" he said with a slight look of disgust on his face. It earned a laugh and nod from Dave and Christy and with that Adam set off to meet Randy and Mark at the car.

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"Babe….you okay?" Christy asked as she ran her hand through Dave's short black hair.

Dave snapped out of his thoughts as he watched the retreating back of Adam Copeland.

"Uhhhh, yeah sure. I'm just tired. I haven't gotten much rest since getting here" he answered. The truth was, he couldn't get his encounter with Trish out of his head at all. He kept remembering the look on her face when he handed her those papers…it was as if she didn't really expect that their marriage would ever come to this, no matter how bad it had been. Not to mention, Dave couldn't even figure out why Trish would even want to be married to him after his affair with Christy had made its way to their doorstep that fateful evening almost a year ago. He had never meant to hurt her and he still hated the thought of what he had put her through but what's done is done and now, he could only hope that he wouldn't fuck things up with Christy now.

"Dave?" Christy called out as she waved a hand in front of his face.

"Boy….you're really out of it" she said when she finally regained his attention.

Dave gave her a small smile but he just couldn't clear his head. He could only think back to how everything between Trish and himself began…and then ended.

The first four and half years of Trish's career was all work and no play…well at least no play in Trish's love life. She had made her work her first priority and the love of her life. Despite being surrounded by men most of the time, Trish had been able to maintain a level head and separate her work from the rest of her life. Well, she was able to do that up until Dave Batista entered her life. At first, it was a school girl crush on her part after falling prey to his quiet and humble demeanour. Mark had warned her about it but she had insisted nothing would happen…boy was she wrong. When word got out that Dave had his eye on Trish as well, things between the two blossomed quickly and a year and some months later, they had made it down the alter to become husband and wife. It wasn't long after that that Trish decided to leave the WWE so she could dedicate herself to Dave and having a larger family unit but things hit a sour note and unfortunately the two were never able to recover from it. Trish wanted children. Dave could recall the very day and hour that Trish had nervously walked over and sat beside him on their king sized bed. She fidgeted with her fingers and bit her lip, a habit which Dave had always found incredibly adorable. After a bit of prodding on Dave's part, Trish finally shared her desire to be a mother and even Dave could admit, his reaction wasn't one any wife would've been pleased with.

Flashback

"You want to have a baby now?" Dave asked incredulously. Trish stared at her husband, unsure of what to say. 'Shouldn't he be excited about this?' she thought to herself.

"Look babe, when I left the WWE, we agreed that it was so that we could start a family…I'm ready now, what's the big deal?" Trish asked. Her nervousness was becoming replaced with anger the more she thought about it. Why should he not want to have kids with her?

"My career is really taking off and that in itself is a lot to handle, we're still relatively new at this marriage thing and I don't think we need a baby right now to further complicate my career situation" he said. He saw Trish's eyebrow raise at the comment.

"Well I'm sorry, I didn't know that our marriage was complicating your career".

"That's not what I meant. I just don't want to have a child right now. A baby is a huge deal and we should wait for the right time" he said, trying to appease his wife.

"And when will the right time be Dave?" Trish asked with a worried look on her face. Dave only shrugged and quickly changed the subject. He didn't want to have this conversation anymore.

"I don't know…look, why don't we go for a walk and get some ice cream along the way. You can tell me about your day" he said as he gave his wife a kiss on the lips. Trish was no idiot and she knew what he was trying to do but she gave in….for now.

"Alright fine" she sighed and then looked up at her husband and smiled. She told herself he'd come around to the idea, she would give him a bit of time.

End of Flashback

Dave sighed as he recollected that night. He remembered everything about it. He also remembered everything leading up to that fateful night where things took a turn for the worse. It had been four months since their baby talk and Dave had expected that Trish would bring up the subject soon and sure enough, she did. He couldn't remember how she brought the subject up but he vividly remembered that this time, she wasn't letting him off the hook so easily and she was determined to have the conversation.

Flashback

"Why won't you just have this conversation with me? What's the big deal? I just want to have a simple discussion about things and you're giving me the cold shoulder" Trish became angry. Dave should know better but he allowed himself to get angry as well.

"Maybe I don't wanna talk about it because I really have no desire to be a father at this moment. What is you're real reason for hounding me about this?" Dave glared at his wife. He didn't miss the quick flash of sadness that passed through her eyes but she recovered quickly….she always did.

"My real reason? What other reasons could I possibly have David? I've always wanted to be a mother but I never though it would happen given my career and the fact that I could never find a man to commit to. Then I found you , we got married, I left my job. All of the obstacles that I felt were in my way in the past are no longer there. I'm not getting any younger. What did you think my reasons were?" Trish asked in defense.

"I don't know, maybe you're just insecure about me being on the road all the time now that you're not there with me and now you want me to knock you up so that you can make sure you have a tight leash on me" Dave said angrily. This was a classic Dave moment - say something stupid and then act like a stubborn pig about it.

He had expected her to yell, to scream, to throw things, make noise and say everything necessary into making him feel guilty for his words but instead, of the yelling, he felt the hard sting of her hand connecting with his face. The impact was so hard and he was so caught off guard, his face literally turned the other way from the force of the slap. She didn't say anything. She just walked out of the room and it was from that night on that she began sleeping in the guest bedroom. The first couple of days he didn't bother paying attention to her. He refused to apologize because she was purposely pushing his buttons. Into the second week, she hadn't said a word to him yet and that's when things began to unravel at an even faster pace. He tried talking to her, he tried being the playful Dave that always got a smile out of her, but nothing worked. He had gone too far this time but still, his pride just did not want him to apologize.

By the time he was ready to leave for work again, things hadn't gotten any better. He made one final attempt but in true Trish fashion, she refused to let him see the way he had hurt her so she pushed him away. In frustration, he stormed out of the house without his luggage. He opted to take an early flight to the next city RAW would be in and he was gone. When he got there, one drink at the hotel bar led to two, then three, then four and then he was so blindingly intoxicated he didn't know if he was going or coming. That's when he bumped into Christy on his room floor. She helped him back to his room and in his drunken state, he kissed her, then he made love to her and then he woke up the next morning with a huge hang over.

At first, he had a near anxiety attack at waking up to a red head beside him. When Christy awoke, she realized that he probably regretted what happened. After assuring him that she understood, Dave began telling her about his problems with Trish. He hadn't meant to and he didn't know why he did it…maybe because she was willing to listen. Maybe because it was nice to have someone near you that didn't bother you with things they knew you didn't care to talk about. From that night on, Christy had become his shoulder to lean on. Every week he'd go back home and the same tension would be there. Sure, Trish had started talking to him again but he knew she was holding back from him…maybe he deserved it but that didn't stop the hurt he felt by her actions. What would any man without sex for a long time do when in the company of a beautiful and understanding woman? If you're a man like Dave, you sacrifice everything for that moment of physical pleasure and you do it over and over again because eventually, you begin to believe you can have your cake and eat it too….that is until you happen to get caught by a certain best friend of your wife's.

End of Flashback

Dave wasn't even sure if he regretted the affair. He hated hurting Trish but she had hurt him too. The night that Lita had walked in on the two of them going at in his locker room, he felt both scared and relieved. He didn't have to hide anymore, but now he had to face the consequences of his unfaithfulness. He remembered coming home to Trish just sitting on the couch. She sat still and he was scared to say anything. He walked around to face her and there was no mistaken the puffy eyes, red nose and tear stained cheeks. He sighed to himself and bent down in front of her. He held her hand in his own, surprised that she didn't react at all to his touch. He was at least expecting her to brush him away but she hadn't. He apologized, over and over again and yet, she said nothing. And yet, he still sat by her feet, would apologize afterwards letting the silence linger between them before beginning the process all over again.

When she finally spoke - three hours later- she requested that they file for separation. It was her idea so why was she surprised that he'd file divorce papers? How could she have possibly not wanted a divorce from him after all the hell they'd gone through together? He desperately wanted to put Trish out of his mind but after seeing her reaction when he handed her those divorce papers, he wasn't so sure it would be that easy.

He glanced Christy's way as he saw her preparing something to eat in Adam's kitchen. He smiled to himself, 'Christy's worth it' he thought to himself.

"Yeah, she's worth it" he said softly to himself. He believed it in his mind, but he wasn't so sure about in his heart.