When Maria finally woke, she worked to clear her eyes. It took her a few moments to remind herself where she was. At first, she had hoped it was all just a dream. That maybe her and John were somewhere in a far off place, together. No Shane, no baby, no WWE, no worries. She was right about one thing, there would be no baby.

Maria tried to sit up while holding her belly. Right away she knew something was wrong. There next to her she heard snoring. When she turned, there was John looking more than just a little uncomfortable as he tried to sleep in a guest chair half his size. Maria smiled slightly. He was a Godsend.

Maria looked around the room, desperate for water. When she realized she was helpless she laid her head back to the pillow. Her body aching and a piece of her soul she knew was gone had her heart aching.

"Maria." A gruf voice whispered.

John stirred out of his sleep and slowly made his way to her.

She looked over at his as he gently grabbed her hand. His strong chin moving to speak, but Maria stopped him.

"The baby's gone. I know." She said.

John raised a brow. Her mother's intuition told her it was true. Yes, mother. Even though the baby had passed, to Maria she would always know that she was indeed a mother. If only for a few months and regardless of who the father was.

"Maria, I'm so sorry." Was all that John could say before he laid his head next to hers. He cried for her because he knew she wouldn't. Another chapter in their life had been ended, whether they wanted it to or not.

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Randy pounded on Trish's apartment door, hardly being able to stand in one place. Anyone seeing him might think he desperately needed to use the bathroom by the way he couldn't stand still.

His deep voice yelled. "Damn it Trish, open the door."

When the door finally opened Trish was still dressed in a bathrobe. It was nearly noon the next day yet Trish looked as if she had been curled up in bed all day with the flu. Randy couldn't help to notice, but there was something he needed to tell her.

Trish turned from Randy leaving the door open, dragging her feet as she moved along to her couch and lifted her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around them for security.

"Trish." Randy said seemily out of breath. His adrenaline racing. "Maria, she, she lost the baby. John just called."

Randy stood there waiting for some kind of reaction from Trish. Tears, fury, suprise. Something. But the woman before him was emtionless.

"Trish". He said again, now sitting himself next to her and putting a hand on her shoulder. "Didn't you hear me? Maria lost the baby." He repeated again.

But Trish simply moved away from him, almost as if his touch sickened her.

"Randy please, just leave."

"Trish, what's wrong?" He asked scooting closer to her.

"I said leave Randy! What is it with men and not being able to take no for an answer!" Trish screamed at the top of her lungs.

Randy backed away immediately, turning his head and looking to the ground trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

"Trish, you went to see Shane last night didn't you."

Trish was now standing with her back to Randy. A hand over her eyes to cover her tears.

"What did he do Trish? Tell me. If that piece of shit so much as looked at you the wrong way I'll kill him" Randy sneered.

After a moment Trish gathered herself.

"Well he didn't rape me if that's what you're worried about." Trish replied almost defensively.

"Then what happened? Something must of happened or you wouldn't be acting this way."

Trish laughed to herself.

"You men just think everything is all about you. Well it's not Randy. This time it's about me and right now I really don't want to deal with anyone." Trish said in a raised voice, hoping that Randy would finally get the point. "You made a mistake by ever thinking I could move on from Shane or the past Randy."

Randy got up from the couch and slowly approached Trish who once again had her back to him and was once again crying. Randy stared down at her, wanting desperately to wrap his arms around her and make all her pain disaappear. God how he wanted to be selfish at that moment. But he simply cared to much.

Instead, he leaned down next to her ear. His hot breath in hers.

"You can Trish. But only make that happen." He whispered.

Randy straightened up and took one last look at Trish who had not moved. He looked down and made his way for the door.

Grabbing the door knob he turned one last time.

"I love you Trish." He called to her in a deep monotoned voice. "When you're ready to pick up the pieces call me. Cause I ain't going anywhere."

When Randy closed the door behind him he was torn between tears an anger. He wasn't about to give up on Trish, but it seemed she was giving up on him. If there was only a way he could help her. Thoughts of erasing a scumbag like Shane McMahon from God's green earth crossed his mind, but in his heart he knew that the scars Trish had could not be repaired by a simple act of revenge. On the other hand, Randy was willing to dish out any measure of it had Trish only given him the word.

A/N: Long time no updates I know. Thank you to Crystal-R for being persistant. If anyone is still reading, I'd love to hear your feedback.