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This chapter skips ahead a few months. Read, review and enjoy.

Chapter 36

Six Months Later

I woke up to the sound of Caden crying; normally being woken up at five in the morning would irritate me, but the sound of my baby needing me changed all that. I rolled out of bed and walked down the hallway to his room. I picked up my little boy and held him close. He had just turned four months old the other day and had kind of started sleeping through the night, but not quite.

We headed into the kitchen to make him a bottle. After the bottle was made, we headed into the living room. I grabbed the remote and turned the television on low and watched the news while Caden drank his bottle. After he was done I set the bottle down on the floor and he snuggled up to my chest, falling asleep. This had to be the best feeling in the world, it really did.

I had almost dozed off when it felt like someone had walked into the living room. I opened my eyes and glanced over at the chair next to me and smiled. Randy was sitting there, with his eyes barely open. "Hey..." he whispered quietly. He looked so tired; his flight hadn't gotten in until almost midnight and he had stayed up with me talking until almost two in the morning. He looked beat.

"Hey," I whispered back.

You might be wondering why the hell Randy Orton is sitting in my living room. Well, when I was seven months pregnant with Caden, he had finally worked up enough nerve to ask me out on a date again. I accepted and basically we've been inseparable ever since then. I get the feeling that this is how it was meant to be; I should have just forgiven Randy and moved past my hurt feelings and given him a second chance instead of hooking up with Phil so quickly. I still shudder when I think about my relationship with him; the only good thing that ever came out of that mess, was my son.

Punk still hasn't seen him; I haven't talked to him since that night Randy and John rescued me. He knew I had been pregnant and he knew I had moved back east, but never made an attempt to contact me. I was still really nervous that he might try and find me one day, but Randy assured me that if Punk did try, he would be there to stop him. Randy had promised to never hurt me; those words sent shivers down my spine, and not in a good way, because 'not going to hurt you' is what Punk would say to me before he did something creepy or mean.

"You should go back to bed," I said softly to Randy who had almost fallen asleep in the chair next to me.

He shook his head, "You too. Caden's asleep." I looked down and sure enough, my little man had fallen asleep again. I smiled as Randy stood up and offered to take him. I handed him over and Randy walked down the hallway and put the sleeping baby back in his bed. I never thought that Randy would step into the role of father to my baby like he did. Randy's been there from the beginning. He was at the hospital when Caden was born. My mom had kicked him and John out of the delivery room and made them sit in the waiting area, but as soon as they had heard the baby cry for the first time, they were both in there.

I smiled as I thought about how scared Randy looked when he held Caden; he was so afraid that he would break him even after my mom assured him that nothing like that would happen. Randy had managed to take two weeks off and had spent them in Boston with me right after Caden was born to help me out; he was amazing. He stayed up with me all night when Caden wouldn't go to sleep, he changed diapers, he watched him while I took a shower or ran to the store. It started to get where he just never left after the two weeks. I know it seems like we were moving really fast, but we weren't. It had taken us a long time to get where we were now, and things were finally falling into the right place for us. I couldn't be happier; I had a beautiful baby boy, I was back home on the east coast, I had a new job, my family was close by and I had Randy. Life was good.

Randy came back out into living room. "Sleep. Now," he growled at me. I giggled at little at the exhausted expression on his face. "You. Bed." I rolled my eyes at him and got up from the chair and followed him back to our bedroom. He crawled into bed and held out his arms for me. I gladly climbed into bed and snuggled up in his arms, enjoying the sense of security that his big strong arms gave me. He gave me a quick kiss on top of the head before he closed his eyes and went to sleep. Have I mentioned that life was perfect?

Punk's POV

Someone had just told me that Sara had our baby a few months ago. Stupid bitch couldn't even be bothered to call me? I had also heard that she has shacked up with Randall Orton. I hate Randall Orton. I hate him for being one of the faces of the company as well as for stealing my Sara away from me. I haven't talked to her since that night that I punished her; she deserved that, by the way. She moved out of Chicago and ran back home to the coast to be closer to her family. I was beginning to despise Sara just as much as I despised Randall Orton and John Cena. How could she do this to me? Did she really think that by running away, I would forget about her? Silly girl.

My flight just landed in Boston; it was only six in the morning, so I knew I was going to have a couple of hours to kill before I could track her down. I wanted to see my kid. I heard she had a boy and had named him Caden. I wanted to see him and I wanted to see her. I was willing to take her back so we could be a family with our son; but I knew it wasn't likely that that would happen. Not with Super Big Brother John and that asshole Orton around. I'd be lucky if they'd let her answer the door for me.

Deciding not to worry that it was six in the morning, I hopped in my rental car and headed across the city to the address I had gotten from a good friend of mine. A few minutes later I pulled up in front of a nice looking apartment complex; so this is where she ran to, huh? I smirked as I got out of the car, thinking about the frightened look on her face that was sure to appear once she realized that I had tracked her down. Guess what, Sara? Daddy's home...