Randy found it a little surreal that Mickie was now going to be living in his house with him instead of Sam. He had been wanting this to happen for quite some time now, but he had never thought it would really happen. Well, at least not this soon. He had been hoping to divorce Sam first before the whole thing about his relationship with Mickie came out, but it was his own damn fault that things didn't work out like that, so he was just going to have to deal with the consequences.
And part of that dealing meant trying to talk to Sam before the divorce could get ugly. He wanted to end the mess before the shit got even worse. But he knew that was going to be easier said than done. He doubted that she was even going to want to talk to him, and even if she did give him a chance to start speaking, the whole thing would just escalate into a fight. It seemed like no matter which way he looked at it, he was just fucked.
He sighed and searched the pantry for something to eat. There was very little in there to eat, and he wondered if Sam took the food just to spite him. If she did, then I'm going to have an even harder time trying to talk to her than I thought I would. She knows I'm always fucking hungry when I'm here.
Mickie poked her head into the pantry. "You okay Randy?"
Randy shook his head. "I have nothing to eat."
"So go to the store and get us stuff to eat," she told him. She adjusted her purse, which was hanging over her shoulder. "I've got an errand to run."
He raised his eyebrows. "An errand?"
"Mmhmm."
"What kind of errand?"
"The kind where I go to see Sam and talk to her to try to get things smoothed out a little bit."
Randy looked at her in shock. He had not expected that to come out of her mouth. "Well fuck me with a stick--when did you decide that was a good idea?"
Mickie frowned. "You want me to do what with a stick?"
He shook his head. "Cody said it the other day and it kind of just came out. Just forget I even said it; it's not important. Let's focus on the part where you think talking to Sam will lead to good stuff instead of a cat fight."
She shrugged. "I figured one of us had to try and since you're the one who broke her heart, she might not listen to you all that well."
He sighed. "You know, when you say it like that, it makes me feel like the bad guy."
She grinned and gave him a kiss. "Sorry babe. I thought I would just be blunt with you."
"If you're not back in an hour, should I assume that you two killed each other?" he asked as she started to leave the room.
"Maybe," she called back.
"Wait, how do you know where she is?"
"I found her mom's address in your address book and I figured I would look there first. You told me they were close."
Oh yeah, Randy had forgotten that he had mentioned that to her before. He tried to chase after her to warn her that his soon to be former mother in law was an evil bitch from hell, but she was already out the door by that point. "Well hopefully the old hag won't be home when she gets there," he muttered as he headed back to the kitchen to get the keys to his other car. If Mickie was going to take care of the Sam thing, he figured that he should at least try to take care of the food situation. They had to have something to eat after all.
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Mickie had been to St. Louis enough times for shows that she could find her way around the city without too many problems. And Randy's mother in law's house wasn't that hard to find; it only took her about twenty minutes to get there. When she arrived at the old, two story house, she saw that Sam was watching Alanna play in the yard. The little girl looked up and started waving her arms around excitedly. "Da! Da!"
The look on Sam's face was a complete mix of emotions. Mickie slowly got out of the car and approached the other woman. She tried not to focus too much on the confused look on Alanna's face when her daddy did not emerge from his own car. "Can we talk?" she asked.
Sam just stared at her for a moment before her face hardened. "About what?"
Mickie sighed. Maybe if she just blurted this out things would go a lot smoother. "Look, I know that there's really nothing Randy and I can do or say that will make you feel better about this. What we did this wrong and we apologize for it. I should have told him that if he was having feelings for me, he needed to break things off with you first."
Sam put her hands on her hips. "I think I could think up of a couple of other things you should have done, but I'm not going to get into that right now. Is there anything else you want to say?"
Mickie nodded. "Yeah, and don't slap me for bringing it up, but it's about Alanna."
Sam continued to glare at her. "I don't see how my daughter is any business of yours."
"She's not," Mickie agreed. "But it is Randy's concerned. Look, there's no doubt that you'll get primary custody since you're not constantly out on the road. But despite what Randy did, he still loves his daughter and he should be allowed to see her." She nodded towards the little girl. "And judging from the fact that she's still obviously expecting him to come out of the car, you can't ignore the fact that she loves him too."
Sam scowled for a moment before sighing. She looked like a defeated woman. "Okay, you made your point. Can you just go away please? I feel like I'm only going to be reasonable for so long here."
Mickie nodded and backed off. She could sense that her words had gotten through to the scorned woman at least a little bit. She went back into the car and backed out of the driveway, knowing the ball was in Sam's court now. Hopefully the woman would make the decision that involved Randy getting to see Alanna. Despite the way the marriage had ended, the kid didn't need to get involved in the ugliness of the situation. That would just bring more trouble for everyone in the long run.