First off I am so terribly sorry about the wait. School ended yesterday for me, and for the past two weeks all I have been doing is studying for finals. Now that school is finished, I am hoping to publish a chapter at least once a week. With that being said, thank you to all my fabulous reviewers who reviewed my last chapter Randy4rkocenahardy, Animal-Viper-Cena Fan, Madison Santos, and GiGi.501. You guys are amazing!
"Alright pumpkin, Daddy's got to go know. I love you." I told Alanna over Skype. If there was one thing that could put me in a good mood when the world around me was so far from it, it was my baby girl.
"I love you too!" She giggled and hopped off the computer chair. Not but a moment later Sam replaced her, and we looked each other over unsure of what to say. Things were still awkward between us, even though we had talked twice since our fight and made up.
"So…how's work?" She asked, twirling a strand of her hair in her left index finger. I glanced at it realizing she wasn't wearing her wedding ring.
"Where's your ring?" I asked, blowing off the work question. She never cared before, why start now?
"My ring? Oh…umm… I must have left it by the kitchen sink when I was doing dinner dishes." She tried to lie.
"Samantha, we both know that's a load of bull. You hate washing dishes because you say it ruins your nails. What's really going on?" I glared at her through the screen of my laptop as she tried to fumble up another excuse.
"Momma, Joey's here." I heard Alanna call out it in the background. Sam's head snapped to the direction of the door.
"Joey? Who the hell is Joey?" I asked, suspicious of what exactly was going on.
"I have to go Randy! Talk to you tomorrow!" She blacked off the screen with not so much as a goodbye.
"The fuck!" I swore to the empty room around me. It was about eleven-forty four in the morning and my day has already been ruined. A man just couldn't catch a break could he? I work my ass off every show, try to make my wife happy (which definitely never works), be a good father to my daughter, and a decent best friend and co-worker and it never pleases anyone! Why should I even bother anymore?
"Look who decided to join the living!" John announced as he entered our room with his face etched into that constant smile he always wears.
"I'm not in the mood John." I grunted, stretching out my long legs and falling back onto my bed. The smile on his face faltered and he took a seat on the edge of my bed, sipping his coffee. "Brazilian?"
"Oh hell yeah!" He replied. "But in all seriousness, what's up with you? You haven't been acting like yourself lately."
I stood quiet for a second, unsure of how much to actually tell him. "Sam and I are having problems….a lot of problems. I really don't know how to deal with it. We've only been married for two years, and to tell you the truth I'm thinking about…..I'm thinking about….. divorce." There I said it! The D word! The one I promised myself I would never have to go through. I wanted to be married once and done, the way it was supposed to go.
"Divorce? Holy crap, man! I didn't know things were that bad! Why didn't you say anything?" John asked a look of shock across his features.
"I thought if I didn't bring it up things would get better. They've only gotten worse; I want to make it work for Alanna's sake. If Sam and I got divorced she'd do everything she could to keep her away from me. I can't let that happen. That little girl is my everything."
"I know man, I love her too! The best advice I can give you though is to take Alanna on the road with you, and then serve Sam the papers. That way she can't take the baby and run." He shook his head as if to clear it. "Man, I can't believe you're getting divorced before I even get married."
I sighed. "Tell me about it. It sucks so much! I just don't know what to do anymore. I don't want to go home to her, I dread it! No man should dread going to his own house."
"Isn't that the damn truth." He agreed. We sat there in silence both lost in our own thoughts.
"Hey, do you remember that girl Rileigh?" John broke the silence.
"The Diva Search chick?" I asked, trying to put a name with a face.
"Yeah, the pretty one, with the blonde hair and green eyes?"
"Oh, her. Yeah I do. She is pretty. Why?" Blondes weren't my type, but she was hot.
"I asked her to dinner when I get back to West Newbury. We slept together." John admitted. My eyes almost shot out of my head. John wasn't a one night stand kind of guy.
"Oh my…damn…I don't know if a congratulations is in order. What made you want to sleep with her? I thought you didn't do one night stands."
"I don't know. She's different. We've been talking a lot. Maybe I can make something of it." He answered. "Don't mention it though. The only people who know are you and Isabelle."
"Isabelle? How the hell could you tell her before you told me?" That was totally not following bro-code.
"She sorta figured out I was up to something. Besides, Rileigh would have probably told her before I got the chance to anyway." He answered.
"Leave it to Isabelle." I traced my thoughts back to last night. "Hey John, do you remember what happened at all last night when you got back?"
"Nope. Phil and I had a few drinks, and I came back here. I wasn't drunk, but I wasn't sober." He replied. Okay, so he didn't run into mine and Izzy's compromising situation. The girl looked like she could deliver a pretty good slap.
As if on cue, there was a light tap on the door. "Randy? John?" Isabelle's voice called through. John rose and answered the door while throwing away his empty coffee cup. She walked in, slightly shy as she always was, like she was interrupting something important. Which really, she was. But Izzy didn't need to know that.
"Hey Izzy-Girl! Did you call Adam back yet?" He asked as they walked toward my bed. John reassumed his position (laid down on the end) which left Isabelle with no choice but to sit next to me. I gave her a weak smile to let her know it was okay.
"Um…no, not yet." She blushed, and pushed her hair to the side of her face. Over the past five months that I've known her I've realized that small gesture is something she does when she's shy or uncomfortable about something. It was really cute.
"Don't keep the poor guy hanging. It won't get you anywhere." John advised. She shrugged her petite shoulders. An indication that that part of the conversation was over.
"How are we getting to St. Louis?" Isabelle asked. Damn…I forgot our next show was in my town. So did Sam or she would have brought it up. I couldn't believe my luck! Sam accused me of sleeping with Isabelle, and while I hadn't accused Sam about having an affair with this 'Joey' guy I was going to find out if she was.
"Well, John and I have to stop and do something before we reach the arena. So, it'd probably be better if you'd catch a ride with Natalya and Melina. If you don't mind, that is." I said, hoping John would go along with what I was trying to hint. I was giving him 'The Look', something we both created if we needed to say something that wasn't around someone else.
"We don't have to stop and do something before the show." He blurted out. Okay….obviously it wasn't John's Einstein day.
"Yes, we do John. You know, about the thin we talked about earlier." I tried to hint. He gave me a blank stare.
"No…I don't-" John started, but Isabelle cut him off.
"It's okay John. I'll just meet you there." She stood up, and kissed John on the forehead. A tiny voice in the back of my mind wished she'd walk up to me and do that. I dismissed it with a shake of my head. These thoughts about her really needed to stop. At the door, Izzy turned and gave me a small wave before closing the door gently behind her.
"Now what did you have to do that for?" John asked barely a second later.
"Because, we're going undercover!" I said. "We're going to spy on my wife. I want to know exactly what she's been doing while I'm away at work and who's around my daughter."
"Why? You think she's having an affair?" He questioned.
"Who knows? That's why we're going undercover." I said.
"Sweet! John and Randy, undercover agents!" He cheered. Wow…that sounds like a bad sitcom title.
So there's the next chapter! the next chapter is going to have a lot in it, but it should be up in the next week! Please leave a review, they help me as a writer know how you guys feel about my writing. Suggestions are always appreciated.
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