Chapter 38

A few weeks later, Caden and I were adjusting nicely to living in St. Louis. Randy had managed to get some vacation time and had helped us move in; it was cute watching him freak out over making sure that we had everything that we needed.

Right after the incident with Punk showing up at my door, I went and filed a restraining order against him and then started the paperwork for terminating his parental rights. It had been a couple of weeks since I had done that, and I was a little surprised that he hadn't contested them yet. In fact, from what my lawyer said, Punk was actually being pretty agreeable with everything. I'm not sure if I was relieved that he was being so nice or if it scared me. Randy tried to reassure me countless times that maybe Punk had just given up. Apparently he had some words with Punk when he threw him out of my apartment early that morning.

The day before I was set to move, he actually called me. To make a long story short, he said that he wasn't in any position to try and be a parent right now, and that he would be giving up parental rights to Caden. "I know this is what you want, and despite everything that's happened between us, I really do just want you to be happy. And good. Remember that when you get wrapped up into Orton's lies." I hung up on him after he said that. He didn't know anything about my relationship with Randy. Randy was the one who saved me that night Punk was beating me; he came to my rescue. He was truly my guardian angel...

Eight Months Later

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday, dear Caden, happy birthday to you!" Everyone sang and clapped as I helped Caden blow out the one candle on his little cake. As soon as I took the candle out, he grabbed a handful of cake and rubbed it in his hair. I giggled as I watched Randy lean down to help my son get a proper piece of cake and Caden ended up taking a handful and rubbing it in Randy's face. "Daddy like cake?" he asked as he laughed at the expression on Randy's face.

"Yeah, daddy likes cake, buddy," Randy mumbled as he started looking around the kitchen for a paper towel. I walked over to him and handed him a towel as he pulled me in for a kiss, getting frosting all over my face in the process.

"Second hand cake! Gross!" I laughed as he licked frosting off of my bottom lip. He pulled me close to him. "I love you, Sara..." he whispered.

"Get a room!" John shouted from his spot at the kitchen table. I rolled my eyes at him. "You sure you want to do this, Orton? You'll have to put up with her constant eye rolling-" Randy cut him off with a sharp look.

I was confused. "Are you sure you want to do what?" I asked Randy. He sighed and shot another glare at John. Everyone at Caden's birthday party was staring at us right now; it was almost like they knew something that I didn't. "Randy, what's going on?" I asked carefully as I started to back away from him slowly.

He let out a sigh of frustration. "This is not how I wanted to do this," he muttered to himself.

"Do what?" I asked. "Will someone please tell me what's going on?"

I glanced over at my mom to see if she knew about anything, but she just shrugged her shoulders. When I looked back at Randy, he was on the floor, holding a little box in his hand. "Oh, my God. What the hell are you doing, Randy?" I whispered.

He cleared his throat, "Sara Jean Cena...you, uh...I love you. And I love Caden like he was my own son. You, uh...you wanna get married?" he finally got the words out. My eyes immediately filled up with tears and I started jumping up and down and squealing.

"Yes!" I screamed as I threw myself into his arms. He chuckled as he held me close and everyone started clapping.

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One Year Later

Today was the day. Today was the day Randy and I were going to officially become husband and wife. I had spent the last year planning this wedding down to the last detail; this day couldn't have come fast enough. I was standing in the back of the church with my dad waiting for our turn to walk down the aisle. Dad was talking to someone so I had a minute or two to reflect on how my life had changed in the last few years.

It wasn't that long ago that I was unemployed and living on my last five dollars in Minneapolis. John saved me that night, and I would be eternally grateful to my older brother. He was the best. I started a whirlwind adventure on the road, started to fall in love with Randy, then stopped because he rejected me. Then I jumped in head first with Punk; that didn't end well. The only good thing to come out of that train wreck was my son. When I was seven months pregnant, Randy worked up enough nerve to ask me out again; my first thought was to reject him like he had rejected me for Kelly, but something stronger told me to give him another chance. I'm glad I did; because if I didn't, I wouldn't be standing in the back of the church, nervous as all hell, waiting to marry my best friend, my guardian angel, the only father my son will ever know.

I placed my palm over my still flat stomach and found myself smiling; last night Randy and I had found out that we were expecting a child of our own. Caden was going to be a big brother. I've said before that 'life is perfect'. But this time, I think I finally got it right.

The End

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