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Three Week's Later:

Paul's dripping wet hand reached out of the white shower curtain to grab a towel. He felt around but he didn't get it. Paul rolled his eyes and sighed. "Steph." He yelled.

"What?" Stephanie asked appearing in the doorframe, putting her hands on her hips. She was still a little upset about Torrie but she said she'd use Stacy's policy to forgive and forget. Stephanie and Paul were both annoying the hell out of each other, except Stephanie wasn't doing all of it on purpose.

"What?" He questioned the tone she used with him.

"Paul, what do you want?" Her eyes darted across their spacious bathroom.

"You didn't do the laundry, I need a towel." Paul said.

"I am not your maid, Paul. You need to kinda hurry because we have a doctors appointment." Stephanie informed. "Wait, as a matter of fact, Rebecca is going to come and get me...call one of your friends to bring you. You better be there, too." Stephanie walked out of the room and Paul sighed.

"I hate-"

"What was that?" Stephanie yelled.

"I hate something, not you though." Paul chuckled as he heard the door reopen.

"You hate me, don't you?" Tears formed in her eyes.

"No...I didn't say that...Steph, don't cry." He said to his pregnant wife; she's been getting really emotional lately.

"Yeah you do." She flushed the toilet and Paul screamed as cold water hit his hot skin. "Oh God, I can't believe I did that." She walked out of the room.

"Women." He mumbled rolling his eyes.

Cena House:

Trish rolled over and there John was, he was sleeping like a baby. She couldn't help but smile. Everything had been going great, every since they stop going to counseling, that is. She opened her mouth to say something sweet as she saw his eyes flutter. "Get your ass up." Was what came out, instead.

"I am, woman...wait." He mumbled as he turned on his side to get face to face with her.

"You are sleep, Cena, your eyes are still closed." Trish chuckled rubbing his smooth face. "Do you love me?"

"Trish-"

"Do you...you haven't told me lately." Trish said wrapping her arms around him.

"I love you, babe." His eyes opened fully with a sigh.

"I love you too, John." Trish smiled as she drifted off to sleep. She couldn't fall back to sleep until she heard John's voice, which she eventually did.

"Trish...I can't go to sleep, now." He looked down at her. "You're gonna wake up." He maneuvered his way up and looked at the clock. It was already ten in the morning; they decided they were sleeping late. John walked to the windows and pulled the curtain's back.

"John, this is my day off, leave me be." Trish murmured as the sunlight glared through the window. He sat on her side of the bed and starred at her. She opened one eye and he smirked.

"You woke me up so you gotta get me tired again." John said.

"No problem." Trish laughed softly pulling him down to kiss him. When they had decided to sleep late they had no idea it was going to be really late.

Orton House:

"Randy, do you think I should get a boob job done?" Stacy asked looking in the mirror.

"Yes Stacy." Randy said reading the storyline.

"So you don't like the way I look now?" She turned to Randy with her hands on her hips.

"Yes Stacy." Randy repeated.

"Are you saying, 'Yes Stacy' I love the way you look or 'Yes Stacy', it's time for a change?" Stacy asked like a baby.

"Um, the first." He answered looking up at her.

"Good...I don't want a change." Stacy sat down next to him and poured her a bowl of cereal.

"What was the point of the conversation? Typical woman." He mumbled.

"Hmm?" Stacy asked.

"Nothing." Randy said. The only thing he didn't want on his hands was another angry Stacy Keibler. She may be small but she could be a real witch.

"Do you like the way I look now?" Stacy questioned eating her cereal.

"Stace, you're gorgeous...I LOVE the way you are." Randy assured her and she smirked.

"So...why did you not ask me to marry you? Is there something wrong with me? Do you not love me? Or do you love me but you're not in love with me?" Stacy asked in one breath.

"Stace, I was just trying to wait and make sure we're ready..." He put the papers down and looked he in her eyes. He patted his leg for her to come and sit. "When the time is right, Stace, and when you least expect it, I'll ask."

"Promise?" Stacy pressed her forehead against his.

"Yeah babe, I promise." Randy said kissing her.

Gruner Household:

"Look at my baby." Torrie picked up her kitten that Billy bought her and put it in his face. "Adorable, right?"

"Yeah, if you say so." Billy answered rolling his eyes. "Women love to flaunt things like that ugly cat!"

"Why are you hating on my kitty?" Torrie asked rising an eyebrow.

"I'm not-"

"Is it because you're jealous?" Torrie leaned into him.

"Jealous?" Billy questioned. "I have nothing to be jealous about, right?" He pulled her in the chair and she giggled. "Right?" He tickled her.

"Right!" Torrie answered as the tickling continued.

"Who's your daddy?" Billy asked her.

"It's not you." She said fighting him off. He caught her hands and held them above her head and started the tickling again.

"Now, who is you daddy?" Billy laughed.

"It's you oh, it's you, Billy Gruner!" Torrie felt tears spill from her eyes. It was day's like this that made staying home and off of the road special, Torrie thought.

"Ahem?" They looked up to see Amy.

"When did you get in here?" Torrie asked looking up.

"I came to get you." She said.

"Okay, you can have her." Billy chuckled standing up. Torrie stood up and fixed her clothes and hair. She started to walk but he gently took her hand. "Behave yourself tonight."

"Same to you." she kissed him and made her exit with Miss Amy Dumas who was soon, in about 24 hours, was going to be Mrs. Matt Hardy. Before that, they were going to PARTY!

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