"You dirty motherfucker!" Jay shouted in the closed off conference room. After the bickering began between Randy and Jay, and learning some of the situation, Vince had ordered all meetings to be pushed back. Paul had been trying for the better half of the hour since they discovered Anise's could-be-pregnancy, holding Jay back from launching himself across the large wooden table. In Jay's current condition, Randy couldn't possibly stand a chance.

"Randy, explain to us what's going on between you and my granddaughter." The older man cleared his throat, folding his hands together and placing them on the table.

Randy took the time to look at each one of them, his eyes cast to Shawn the most. But then they roamed back over to Vince. He leaned on his arms, hands clasped together, taking in a deep breath before he began talking.

"Me and Anise are together," he slowly said.

"You're a liar!" Jay spat out.

"Reso," Vince said sternly. "Let him speak."

Randy's eyes shifted back over to Vince. "Anise has been fighting with me for weeks now, Vince. And then she just took off without me even knowing. I don't even know where she's been these past couple of weeks."

"Yeah, right," Shawn scoffed.

"Shawn," Vince said. "Would you like to say something?"

"Yeah, he's a damn liar. He chased her away. You knew why she left your house," he said, slamming a hand down on the table. "And she was at my house. You're such a bullshitter, Orton."

"Now, Shawn, calm down," Paul began. "None of us knew where she was anyway. We really thought she was missing."

"Yes," Vince said, clearing his throat again. "We did. Randy, you didn't think to call any of us to notify us that she was with you?"

"She wasn't with me the entire time," he defended.

Shawn stood from the chair he sat in, more angered every second. "No, just after you – " But he stopped himself. He could never let Jay and Paul know. He could never tell them that he had been hitting on her, even though every ounce of his body wanted to lunge at Orton, he could never let her down. He had to keep that secret with him. For now anyway.

"After he what?" Vince urged on, raising his eyebrows at Shawn.

Shawn sat back down into chair, running a hand over his face. "After he got her pregnant."

"You son of a bitch!" Jay began again, once more trying to reach across the massive table. "How dare you do this!"

Randy refused saying anything to him. Instead, his glare stayed on Shawn. He knew something about his relationship with Anise that the rest of them didn't. She did, after all, run to Shawn when she left his house in St. Louis. The glare deepened when Shawn stood again, mumbling as he swiftly left out of the room. After the click of the door shutting, it remained quiet, Paul eventually leading Jay out of a side door to the conference room.

"Randy," Vince said lowly, standing up and fixing his tie. "I hope you know what you're doing." He made his way to where Randy sat at the other end of the table. "She may not be my blood, but she is my granddaughter."

Randy watched Vince leave. He sat there for a moment, anger building inside of him. All of this could have been prevented if Anise would have just faced him alone. And now she was claiming that she didn't want him? Well, that couldn't really be true with the way she submits herself to him. Sighing, he stood, heading toward the door that Shawn disappeared out of. Anise would just have to talk to him. That was all there was to it.

"""""

Anise found her way to some solitude for a while. After her mom and aunt saw that she was definitely okay, and seeing to that she at least had something to drink, they excused themselves back to whatever meetings had been pushed back. She felt so bad about ruining their busy morning, but she never expected Shawn to make such an outburst. She was under the impression that he would keep it to himself.

Her deep thoughts were cracked, however, by the sharp sound of a door shutting. Fully prepared to lay into Shawn for opening his mouth, she looked up, mouth parted.

"Hey," the Irishman said.

"Hey, Stephen," she said, looking back down at her hands as he took a seat next to her.

"How you been?" he asked, receiving a gloomy look from her.

"I'm pretty sure you heard all that shit back there."

"I did," he nodded. "I did indeed. So... are you?"

She sighed out, flicking a lock of her hair out of her face. "I don't know. It's possible."

"You ready for it?"

"Am I ready?" she repeated, thoughtfully nodding. "Sure. I mean, I know I'm young, but I believe I'm fully capable of being a mother. The question is – "

"Is he," Stephen finished. "Yeah, yeah." He looked at his own hands, knowing what the young lady was thinking. "I haven't known Randy for that long, and hell, even after a few years, I really don't know him that well. But I really hope he does right by you if you are."

"Oh, God," Anise said, a laugh snorting out. "Dad was ready to beat the shit out of him."

Stephen smiled, twirling the strap of his bag in his hand. "Yeah, I can imagine. I would not mess with Jay at all. Doesn't look like it, but he can kick the crap out you."

She laughed, nudging him with her shoulder. "Thanks for making me laugh," she told him.

"Nah," he said with a dismissive wave of his hand. "No need for thanking. I can't help it when I see a beautiful young lady so sad." He smiled at her for a moment before his phone went off. He quickly answered the text he received, then looked back to her. "Have you eaten yet?"

"No," she said, puffing out her cheeks. "Mom and aunt Stephie made sure I had something to drink though." She held up the half-empty foam cup.

"Right," he said, nodding. "Let's get lunch then, yeah?"

"""""

Randy did a double-take. He blinked a few times, trying to convince his mind that he was seeing things. Not only did he think he saw Anise walking out of the building, but it was Stephen that was with her. No... No, he didn't think it... He knew it. The anger and jealousy seeped through him more when he realized that they were laughing. She was smiling, as if their whole escapade never happened. As if she never acted like he completely ruined her life.

He wanted to run over to them, punch him out, and drag her back to his rental car. There was no way she really thought that she could just go out with him again. He thought she had learned from before. Although he regret hurting her so, he had to get his message across to her somehow. He couldn't let her go. He couldn't let her go with him. He had to stop this. Cursing, he hit the steering wheel with his palm before swinging the door open and going out full-force towards her.

"Anise!" he said as he approached them. "Anise, what the fuck are you doing?"

Her whole body froze when her eyes landed on him. She didn't even notice Stephen looking at her, nor notice that he stepped in front of her as Randy was walking up to her.

"Hey, what's going on, man?" Stephen asked Randy, his hand protectively going to Anise's side to push her behind him.

"I think you know exactly what's going on, Stephen," Randy said. "She's sleeping with you too, huh? Lying to you and lying to her family about you as well?"

"I am not lying to you, Randy!" she cried out.

Stephen hushed her, not taking his eyes off Randy for a second. "Why don't you just go back to where you came from? Leave her alone. She clearly has had enough of you."

"Leave her alone?" Randy scoffed out. "Leave her alone! When she's carrying my child!"

"No!" Anise screamed.

"You don't even know that for sure," Stephen spoke up.

"Oh, and you do?" Randy challenged. He tilted his head, his eyes becoming slits as he looked at the pair. "Let me guess, she's telling you all these horrible stories about me treating her poorly. Is that it?"

"She doesn't have to tell me anything in order for me to see it, fellow. Now why don't you just take another suspension or something, and let us be on our way."

Randy looked at Anise. "You just going to let him talk for you?" He let out a sharp, bitter laugh, turning away from them for a moment before walking back up to her.

"Hey!" Stephen shouted. "Don't you touch her!" He stopped Randy from grabbing her, backing her away from where he stood.

"You stay out of this! She belongs with me."

"She doesn't belong to anyone. I think you've lost whatever you had left of your mind."

"Randy," Anise said in a shaky voice. "I want you to leave me alone. I'm not doing this anymore."

"Do what? Be a whore to everyone? You've slept with me and now you're done?"

"Come on now, Randy," Stephen said. "That's real fine of you... Calling the potential mother of your potential child a whore. Aren't you just a real class act?"

"Randy, leave us alone," she said before quickly making her way to Stephen's rental, glad for the distraction that the Irishman provided.

"Us?" Randy repeated in a mumbled tone. "Un-fucking-believable."

"Right," Stephen said, slowly backing away from Randy. "Why don't you just fucking disappear?"

Randy raised his eyebrows at the question.

"Why? So you can be with her?"

"You know," he began answering as he continued walking backwards to the car. "It's not even like that between me and Anise, and if you gave a shit about her, you'd know that." He finally reached the car, pulling open the door. "See you later, Orton."

Randy ran a hand over his head. He was at a loss of what to do as he watched them drive away. He had no idea where they were going together. For all he knew, she could be dating him now. He didn't know their relationship well, and if he were completely honest, he didn't care to know. All he knew was that Stephen was too close to her.

He paced the parking lot for a while before heading back to his rental car, still infuriated with her as he took off.