A/N: thanks much for the reviews so far. This chapter deals with grief, if the topic of grief or death makes you uncomfortable, please don't read. Thanks

Chapter 10

Completely out of breath, Randy made it outside. He walked a few blocks before he was able to flag down a cab and get a ride back to his hotel room. He head was swimming; he had just come face to face with Sara and she had been screaming, crying about how she had lost her baby. As much as he had tried to deny that he was the father of Sara's baby to everyone he knew, including his own parents, he knew that he was the father of that baby.

Ten minutes later, the cab dropped him off in front of his hotel. With unsteady legs, he made his way inside and headed for the elevator. He had every intention of going directly to his room and drinking himself into an unconscious slumber. Those plans changed when someone yelled for him to hold the elevator. If it had anyone else, Randy would have smirked and let the doors closed, but it was John. His best friend.

"Hey man. What happened to you tonight? Thought we were gonna whoop it up at the party all night long," John said with a cheesy smile as the elevator brought them up to the tenth floor.

"Something came up," Randy said quietly as the door opened for his floor. John's room was on the fourteenth floor, but he knew his friend well enough to know that something was wrong with him. As much as an asshole that Randy had been to everyone lately, he still knew that something was wrong with his friend.

Following Randy down the hallway, "What happened, man?" John asked as they came to Randy's room. Randy let out a big breath and closed his eyes. He swallowed the lump in his throat that was threatening to choke him. He finally found the words. "Sara lost the baby tonight," he mumbled as he opened the door and went inside.

John's eyes got wide. Did he just hear him right? "Repeat that," he demanded as he watched his friend kick off his shoes and sat down on the bed. He fell backwards and closed his eyes.

"She got into a car accident and the baby didn't make it," he whispered as he kept his eyes closed. He was having a hard time identifying these feelings inside of him right now. "Stephanie dragged me with to the hospital and it was too late by the time we finally got there. Sara told me that she blames me and that she hopes I burn in hell…." he trailed off as he sat up and looked at John. "So, go ahead and tell me what an asshole I am. I already feel like shit, but hey, just tell me the truth. I'm a horrible person, aren't I?" he asked as he started to raise his voice.

Normally John would try to reassure his best friend that, no, he wasn't an asshole, he's just going through a rough time. But in all good conscious, he couldn't do that this time. "You are an asshole, man. Did you at least tell her that you were sorry-"

"I didn't get to tell her anything; she started screaming at me the second I walked into that room! If she had been out of bed, she probably would have slapped me! What the hell do I do now, John? Huh? What the hell do I do now?" Randy screamed as he stood up. He stood still for a few seconds before he let out a loud yell and punched a huge hole in the wall.

"Hey….." John said as he walked over to his friend and placed his hand on his shoulder. "I know this sucks—"

"You have no idea how much this sucks, John. I broke up with her for no good reason, and then she ends up pregnant. What did I do? Did I act like a man and accept that I'm going to be a father a little earlier than I had planned? No, I told her that she must have been sleeping around on me! When she was in the hospital, did I go there as soon as I had heard? No, Stephanie McMahon had to drag my ass there!"

"You're right, Randy. I have no idea how hard this is for you right now. I didn't even know that you were going through all of this right now. And do you know why? Because ever since they put you in that storyline with those two buffoons, you've pushed everyone aside. Me, Sara, even your own parents!"

Randy shot him a death glare; of course John would have talked to his mother. "You don't understand—" he started to say.

John chuckled before he turned around and headed towards the door. "No, man, I don't understand. But I do understand, that once this storyline is over and you lose that belt, those two idiots are gonna turn on you pretty quick. Enjoy your fame and fortune while you can. And when you lose it all, maybe you'll remember all of us that you left on the sidelines while you went to hit it big. Later, buddy," John said as he opened the door and closed it behind him.

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Sara spent the next day in the hospital. Her mother, Jean, had flown in from Missouri to see her. "Mom," Sara sobbed as soon as she saw her mother. Jean didn't know what to say to her daughter right now, so she just stroked Sara's long hair and held her close. She would help her get over this. Somehow.

After Sara was discharged, Jean drove them back to her apartment in her rental car. Sara's car was completely unsalvageable. When they walked into the apartment, the first thing Jean did was call the funeral home to make arrangements for the small memorial service for her only granddaughter. Sara watched with tears streaming down her face as her mom took care of everything.

"Well," Jean said after she hung up the phone. "They can do a small memorial service tomorrow evening and then a funeral at the Christian church a few blocks away from here," she said quietly as she watched her daughter start to break down and cry again. "Honey, is there anything I can do for you right now? Is there anyone you want me to call?" she asked gently. She bit her lip and wondered if she should ask about the baby's father. Although Sara never actually told her, Jean had just assumed that Randy was the baby's father. "Do you want me to call the baby's—"

"Stop calling her 'the baby'!" Sara cried as she looked up at her mom. "I had a name picked out for her!"

After a few seconds of silence, her mother asked, "What were you going to name her?"

"Hannah," Sara finally whispered. "Hannah Marie Orton," she sobbed.

Jean got off of the chair and sat down next to Sara on the couch; she wrapped her arms around her and held her close, letting her cry it all out. "Please don't call Randy. He doesn't need to know about any arrangements," Sara finally said after crying nonstop for several minutes.

"Honey, are you sure? He was Hannah's father…." she asked carefully.

Sara stopped crying long enough to look at her mom. With her green eyes red from crying, she said, "Randy didn't care before, why would he care now?"

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News of the memorial services for Hannah spread quickly throughout the company. Many of Sara's co-workers in the headquarters office had made plans to attend and to be there to lend a shoulder for Sara in her time of grief. Some of the talent who were close to Sara had also made plans to attend the service. One man debated with himself long and hard about whether or not to go to the wake this evening. Swallowing his fear, he decided that he would force himself to go to the church tomorrow morning. It was his daughter, after all, that they were burying tomorrow.