Dave's P.O.V.

I listened as Orton and Jamie bantered back and forth and tried to figure out how to make her comfortable enough around me to at least talk to me. I mentally laughed at the subject they were arguing about and then I realized Randy just might whip off his towel and I got pissed just thinking about it. I decided right then and there that I was going to go for it and ask her out. I pulled her on my lap. She was mine, she just didn't realise it yet and I had to figure out a way to change that and not make it seem as bad as it sounded because truthfully I was hers too and I didn't want to get hurt yet again. She was beautiful and I wanted to get to know her better.

"Go out with me tonight?" I asked.

I really wanted to kiss her.

"Yes." She said.

It just felt natural to kiss her so I did. Before she could realize exactly how much she affected me I pulled away and shifted so she now sat on my thighs. She looked at me shyly then looked away. I raised a brow at her and laughed when she turned a deeper shade of red when her gaze landed a little below the belt. I felt my face heat up, as she saw what I didn't want her to. I didn't want to scare her off when we were making progress.

"I'm first but if I'm lucky I'll be able to squeeze in a little nap." I said.

She nodded.

"Okay I'll let you get your nap." She said.

I gripped her hips a little more firmly.

"I'd rather just lay with you." I said.

"Well you're kind of a big guy there is no room for me." She said.

I smirked.

"Did I mention I like cuddling?" I said innocently.

She splayed her hands on my chest.

"You're not exactly a very comfortable guy, kind of lumpy actually." She said teasingly.

Ah, progress she was teasing me. I pouted.

"Give me a try." I coaxed and pulled her forward gently.

She shifted and got comfortable and then laid her head on my shoulder.

"So am I a really lumpy mattress?" I asked.

"I wouldn't say lumpy so much as hard." She said.

"I meant muscle wise." She mumbled.

"Hey I hate to interrupt this precious moment but Jamie do you know where Alex is?" Randy asked. I felt Jamie tense up.

"Um she went for a walk." Jamie said.

"Is she okay?" Randy asked concerned.

"Yeah." She said.

"Okay, well I'm going to go see if I can find her.

He walked out then poked his head back in smirking.

"Now kids behave and don't do anything I wouldn't." he said smiling wolfishly.

I rolled my eyes at the younger man.

"I won't be doing anything you wouldn't well at least for the last year or so." I said.

Randy just shrugged and smiled.

"All by choice, and I'll wait as long as she wants to." He said.

"Aw did little Randall grow up?" I asked.

"Maybe just a little bit." He said and left.

I looked back up at Jamie.

"What?" She asked.

"What's Alex up to?" I asked.

"Nothing she went for a walk to clear her head." Jamie said.

"You're a really bad liar." I said.

She sighed and went to get up.

I subtly tightened my grip on her. I shook my head.

"How bad?" I asked.

"I don't know what you are talking about David." She said.

"Yes you do. What is she up to? Is she unhappy with her relationship with Randy because when he asked you where she was you tensed up and wouldn't even look towards him." I said.

"I'm not letting you up until you tell me what is going on." I said when she stubbornly looked at me. "You promise not to get mad at me or Alex?" she asked finally.

"I don't like this already." I mumbled.

"She loves Randy more than anything in the world and she thought she still had lingering feelings for Adam." She said.

I tensed up.

"But not like that she just misses their friendship that's all. They were friends forever and she misses that." Jamie clarified.

"Why didn't she talk to Randy about this?" I demanded as I stood up with Jamie still in my arms. "Um Dave could you put me down?" She asked.

"I like where you are." He said.

"You're going to hurt yourself." She said.

"How you are as light as a feather and plus I lift men three times your weight every day." He said.

I started towards the door. She rolled her eyes at me and squirmed.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." I said.

She stopped immediately.

"Now as much as I so obviously enjoyed it now is not the time. And believe me when it is the right we'll both know and it won't just be a rushed quickie in the locker room although those can come later." I said.

"Cocky aren't you?" she said.

I looked down at her.

"I can lower you a few inches and you can see just how cocky I am." I said smirking.

Jamie slapped my chest and tried her best to glare at my but it wasn't working very well because she kept blushing and couldn't quite meet my gaze.

"Let's go find Alex now and do damage control." I said.

She rolled her eyes.

"I knew I never should have told you." She muttered.

I lowered her to her own two feet and took a step back.

"Why do you say that? Don't you trust me?" I asked.

"It's not about whether or not I trust you, this is about your over protectiveness when it comes to Alex. She's a big girl Dave." She said.

"I trust her I don't trust that stupid son of a bitch she always goes back to." I growled.

"He's her friend just like you are." She said impatiently.

"I just don't want her to get hurt again, okay?" Dave asked.

"She needs to learn from her mistakes not that this is one." She countered.

"And he is not just her friend just like I am. Last time I checked I never dated her, slept with her, or broke her heart. I didn't fuck around with her months afterwards, I didn't hurt her every chance I got, nor do I still try to even though I know damn well she is happy." Dave said.

Jamie just shook her head at me.

"David she's not one of your girls, you can't treat her like one. She is an adult and you need to treat her like one okay?" She asked.

"No not okay." I said.

"Why not? Why not okay?" She asked.

"I don't know why I just know it isn't." He said.

"Are you attracted to her?" She asked.

"No, not at all, not that she's not attractive because she is just not to me." I said.

"Daddy factor?" she asked.

"No not daddy factor. That's Paul's thing a few of the older guys' but not mine." I said.

"He's going to hurt her again he always does. No one was there for the last couple months, Randy and me were. I don't want to see her like that again." I said.

Jamie smiled sweetly at me and came up to me and hugged me. She tugged on my hair gently and I leaned down closer to her.

"You're such a sweetheart." She whispered against my lips before kissing me. I smiled before deepening the kiss.

Randy's P.O.V.

I walked out of the locker room grinning. Jamie and Dave were finally talking to each other. Well at least using their mouths for communication of a kind. I whistled cheerfully as I sauntered down the hallway. My life was perfect, I had the girl of my dreams… finally, I loved my job, I was quickly climbing the so called ladder, like I said my life was perfect. Hell I was even starting to see Cena as a friend, well I guess we always kind have been I was just jealous as hell of him because I thought he had Alex. Now I guess we just got to find him his own woman so he backs off mine. I saw one of the crew half running half walking down the hall and stopped him.

"Hey do you know where Alex Levesque is?" I asked.

"Um I think she is in Vince's office, Mr. Orton, sorry I don't know exactly where she is." He said cringing.

"It's cool, thanks man." I said.

I headed towards Vince's office thinking she was probably catching up with one of the McMahon's after all just a few days ago her baby brother was born and her baby brother just happened to be Vince McMahon's grandson. I turned the corner and started going towards Vince's office. Crewmembers scurried around hurriedly, giving me a wide berth. I shook my head and felt bad. I was such an ass to them they were afraid of me. I smiled at a few and continued on my way until one actually stopped in front of me. She was one of the older guy's daughters or niece.

"Mr. Orton Shane and Vince would like to talk to you in Shane's office. It's back that way." She said.

"Alright no problem, thanks." I said smiling at her causing her to blush.

"Uh they… they said it was urgent some kind of um a change in script tonight." She stuttered. "Okay I just have to do something real quick I'll be right there." I said.

She nodded and peeked up at me through her lashes.

"I'll let you get on your way I didn't mean to bug you." She said.

"No you are just doing your job, don't worry about." I said.

She smiled and then skirted around me and disappeared around the corner. Damn I really need to lay off those guys they acted like I was going to kick their asses for telling me I had meetings and script changes. I continued walking down hallway and turned down a different one and stopped dead in my tracks. Right in front of Vince McMahon's office stood Adam Copeland and he was holding Alex against his chest. He wiped away a few tears and she smiled wobbly.

"Good bye Adam, call me when you get there." She said.

"Bye for now… just for now." He said.

"Adam…" she said.

"Please Alex just for now, I love you. I love you." He said.

She shut her eyes and tears fell down her cheeks.

"Don't do this to us, Alex." He said softly.

She shook her head sadly.

"I'm not doing anything to us, Adam. There is no us anymore." She said.

"There could be, it's all up to you. Are you willing to fight for us? I am, I always will be, and so will you I know you will." He whispered.

He bent and kissed away her tears. My vision blurred and I felt my hands curling into fists.

"Adam I can't do this." She whispered.

"Yes you can, Alex. I know I hurt you and I'm sorry. I regret it I always will. We had something special Alex, why won't you give it another chance?" He asked.

"I can't do this Adam." She said again.

"Tell me why." He said.

"I just can't you know I can't." She said.

"Why?" he asked again.

"Because I am with Randy." She said.

"You were with John to but that didn't stop you from breaking it off with him and going to Randy." He said.

She pushed him away.

"Adam I love you but I am not in love with you anymore, I'm not quite sure I ever really was." She said.

She took a deep breath.

"I care about Randy a lot, I'm almost positive that I love him but I don't want to rush into like we did. I know for a fact that he loves me and would never do anything to hurt me no matter what. I want to be friends Adam I really do, I miss our friendship but if you can't accept that I am with Randy then I guess we can't be friends." She said.

"Think about it." He said sadly.

Her chin trembled and she closed her eyes. He lifted a hand to her face and then let it drop to his side. He quickly kissed her forehead and walked away. She wrapped her arms around herself and cried silently. I silently walked up to her and pulled her into my arms.

"Shh." I said.

She wrapped her arms around my waist and buried her face into my chest.

"Randy, I… I'm sorry… I …" she sobbed.

My chest muffled her sobs as I pulled her close, I picked her up and sat down against the wall and slowly rocked her back and forth. I ran my fingers through her hair and gently rubbed her back. She seemed so fragile and ready to break and I couldn't handle it. I knew there was going to be hell to pay later but I had to fix everything one last time. I needed to hear her watery laugh change to full out laughter. I needed to see her eyes change from red, puffy, and full of tears to clear, bright, and dancing with that unknown secret that she was trying so hard to keep from me. I needed hear her breathing stop coming out in sobs and be soft and calm. I needed to feel the tension drain out of her and feel her curl up in my arms like a kitten before I could walk away and deal with what needed to be dealt with. Most of all I needed to know she wasn't hurting anymore and could take some time to sort her feelings out and for her to know that I would always be there for her no matter what happened between us.

Paul's P.O.V.

I sat in the hospital room holding my son and watching his mother sleep. I looked down at my boy and he looked just like Alex. I gently traced his features and he wrinkled his nose and squinted up at me. I chuckled softly. His tiny arms began to shake an early warning sign that he was about to cry. Since Stephanie hadn't gotten much sleep lately and every time Joey had cried she woke right up and began to gently rock him back and forth.

"Hey little man, shh shh." I said.

The little hat that hospitals always put on newborns even though they never fit right kept falling over his eyes and that seemed to piss him off the most. I pulled it off and smoothed my hand over his head. One of his flailing arms hit my hand. I touched his tiny fist and it instantly wrapped around my finger. I laughed thinking how Alex used to do the same thing. He was so small, much smaller than Alex had been. He was a month premature and they said they didn't know why but that he was perfectly healthy. At night they would put him in this little cradle covered with a dome of glass, tubes and machines were hooked up to it to circulate oxygen and keep it warm. Sometimes if he got too excited they would put an oxygen mask on him and he had an IV in his little arm. The IV had kept falling out so they stabilized it and then wrapped it; he looked like he had a cast on. He was so small that they had to tape his diapers on. It broke my heart to see him like that and I just wanted to make it better. Stephanie blamed herself because she said she was always running around during her pregnancy and worrying about everything, when she told me that I got into bed with her and pulled her close to me.

"No Stephanie it's not your fault. Don't ever say that again, do you hear me. Joey will be fine he just needs a little help." I said.

She nodded against my chest and cried. I felt the tears starting to drip down my cheeks at the memory and made no move to wipe them away. I wasn't in the ring; I wasn't Triple H, Hunter, The Game, or The Cerebral Assassin. I was just a regular normal man who was worried about his son's well being, I was just Paul Levesque. I didn't need to be a mean, cold, calculating son of a bitch right now, all I needed to be was a concerned father and loving boyfriend. I leaned back in the uncomfortable hospital chair and rested Joey against my chest to try and calm him. The doctors were very specific, don't let him become to upset otherwise he has to go on oxygen and if he gets to stressed he'd have to stay in the little incubator thing. I wasn't about to have to touch my son through a plastic sleeve and only have him get taken out be changed. One nurse had told us late last night that he like contact with us, to listen to our heart beat, and feel our warmth but it wasn't working right now.

"He really likes to feel you guys, your body heat, listen to your heart beats, to smell you, to feel your skin on his. He also likes it dark and muffled sounds, it reminds him of the womb." I remembered her saying.

I also remembered whenever Alex was sick or overly tired all I would have to do was lay her on my chest and she would calm down. I was thanking god I had a button up shirt on and hadn't bothered to button it up. I settled Joey on my chest. I turned off the lamp and sat back hoping it would work. His little body stopped shaking and he tangled his little hand in my hair. His breathing went from sporadic to a calm little snuffling and I laid my head against the windowsill behind me. Stephanie and I had talked about the next step and then she had gotten pregnant and I was too preoccupied with Alex to bring it back up. Lately though I've been thinking a lot about it and I wanted to take that next step. I was one lucky son of a bitch to have Stephanie. She could have any guy she wanted and for some reason she chose me. I wasn't anything special when she met me just a guy jobbing at her Daddy's company with a kid waiting at home for me. I had a reputation that preceded me and for the first few months it was strictly business with us and then I got to know her a little better. After that I wanted to get to know her and be her friend and then I wanted more but she was too wary. I finally convinced her that I wasn't just after sex or that I wanted to be with her because of her daddy. I convinced her of that by one day calling in when I was scheduled to win my first match, it was the beginning of my careers first big push but Alex had managed to break her arm and my parents had called him to tell me. It wasn't a big deal she was fine but when I talked to her she sounded so pitiful and when she said she wanted me to come home so I could kiss it and make it better because I was the only one who could. I told her that her daddy was on his way and hung up the phone. I then called Vince told him I couldn't make it and he told me if I didn't that it would be a long time before they could write in a big push like that again I said sorry but I had to go home to my little girl. I hopped in my car and drove home and made it home in record time and picked her up.

"Daddy… still hurts and the doctors was mean." She said.

I brushed a few strands of silky brown hair back from her face that had managed to escape her pigtails. I leaned down and kissed her bright green cast.

"Better baby girl?" I asked.

She nodded and buried her face in my neck.

"You tired, terrier?" I asked.

She shook her head furiously but she could barely keep her eyes open and she rubbed at them. "Wanna go home Daddy." She said.

"Then we'll go home, Terrier." I said.

"Daddy… you mad at me?" she asked quietly.

"No Terrier why would you ask that?" I asked her.

"You supposed to be at work but you here." She said looking at me.

Her eyes were filled with unshed tears and she looked imploringly up at me.

"Alexandria, you are more important to me than anything else, okay?" I asked her.

She nodded.

"Daddy can we snuggle and watch Toaster?" she asked.

I smiled.

"Yeah baby, whatever you want." I said.

"Really, you never wanna watch Toaster anymore." She said.

She watched The Brave Little Toaster everyday almost and after about a month I couldn't stand it anymore but today I would watch Toaster with her and snuggle with her and even though we were trying to break her of it, let her sleep in my bed.

"Yeah baby and maybe we can talk Grandma into making us sundaes." I said.

"Pwease Gramma?" she asked.

"Of course baby, Grandpa and I will go get the toppings." She said.

Alex smiled and laid her head on my shoulder. I put her in the front seat and buckled her in, carefully avoiding her arm. She curled up and was out before we drove more than mile. I smiled at the memory and lately I've missed those days more and more. Back then I could make her day by going to her school and getting her out early, all her hurts and heart aches were cured by a kiss and hug from me, and I was the one and only man in her life. Now my baby girl grew up on me when I blinked and she's dating one of my best friends and god forbid having sex. Well not with Randy yet, he's too tense and doesn't have that "I just got laid and it was damn good" spring in his step or that "she's still screaming my name" smirk on his face. Randy, Dave, and I are boys we are cool and once or twice a month we get together have a couple beers, smoke some cigars and play a few hands of poker and then brag to each other about our sexual exploits. The next time we do this I am going to have to listen to Dave talk about how many times he made a young woman I thought of as my niece scream his name and Randy talk about how good my baby girl is at sucking dick. Oh god I'm going to have to have the "we boys now but the second you hurt my girls is the same time I kill your sorry ass" talk with them. I'm too old for this shit I can't do this. What's the correct protocol for listening to your friends talking about that kind of shit and you having to smile and slap on the back and act like it was a good thing? There isn't one, that's for fucking sure because if there was you would have to be a real sick mother fucker to follow it, there is no way in hell I will be listening to that shit. I ran my hand through my hair and looked down at my son. I know I said that having a son would be easier but nothing about parenting is easy. It's the most emotional wringing experience you will ever have; you experience both ends of the emotional spectrum at once. For example your child's first word, you are ecstatic but at the same time you want to cry because in a few short years they will inevitably say something to you to break your heart. I wouldn't trade it for anything though because along with the lows and worrying there were so many more highs and moments of pride and it made you something. Not famous or important to the world or a well known name per say but you are that child's life and they are yours and you are one of the most important people in their lives and world. I just wanted both my children to be happy, successful, well-rounded people. I didn't care about if they became a doctor or a clerk at McDonald's as long as they were happy. I sighed and Joey grunted, clearly annoyed with me.

"Sorry little man, I'm used to your sister she can sleep like the dead but with you if I take to deep a breath I risk waking you up." I said.

He grunted again and nuzzled his face against my chest. I chuckled at him.

"Hey." Stephanie said quietly.

I looked up at her and smiled lovingly.

"How's he been?" she asked.

"Fine, he's sleeping now. He was a little fussy before but I remembered what I used to do with Alex and what the doctors told us." I said.

"I've never seen you look sexier than you do now." She said.

I raised my brows at her and smirked.

"Really? You seemed to really like that cowboy hat and tight ripped up jeans I used to have. In fact you used to beg me to wear them." I said.

She blushed a little bit but smiled.

"I don't know but seeing you sitting there in track pants with our son on your chest just does something for me." She said simply.

"Okay jeans aren't a very comfortable sleeping choice and you were the one who insisted that I put my shirt on when the nurse came in." I said.

"I've slept in jeans before you just wear extremely tight ones and the nurse kept staring at you and almost drowned in her own drool." She said.

"Most red blooded women would, I mean look at me." I said cockily.

"I have and that drool worthy chest belongs to me thank you." She said.

I laughed and Joey groaned and tugged at my hair. I winced and looked down at him. One of my hands was rested on his bottom supporting him and that same hand engulfed him. Only his toes and top of his head peeked out.

"Why's he so small Paul? It scares me, they talk about his lungs and heart a lot." She said.

I stroked one of my fingers over his small features.

"I don't know Steph, I wish I did but I don't. I wish I could make it all better but I can't. The only thing I know is that he will be fine." I said.

"You don't know that Paul, they said he has to stay here for awhile and if he still doesn't get better he will have to be on a heart monitor at night." She said her voice thickened and her eyes filled with tears.

"It's not your fault, Stephanie. He was born early lots of babies are premature. So he'll have to sleep with a heart monitor on, no big deal. He'll have to go to the doctors a little more often than most kids his age, again big deal. All that matters is he's our son and he's here and he's fairly healthy, a little small but he's a fighter." I said.

By that time my voice was clogged with emotion and tears were running down my cheeks and Stephanie was openly crying. I got up slowly and handed her Joey and then crawled into the bed next to her.

"I love you." I said.

"I love you too." She said.

Alex's P.O.V.

I had stopped crying a while ago but Randy continued to hold me. One of his hands cradled the back of my head and his fingers massaged my scalp, the other rubbed soothing almost lazy circles on my back. I was too afraid to say anything or look at him because I didn't want to see the look on his face or hear how chilling his voice would be. I sighed and nuzzled my face deeper into the crook of his neck. I breathed deep inhaling his unique scent, his favorite cologne lingered but the smell I loved was his alone. I felt him press his lips to the top of my head.

"All better?" he whispered. I felt my lips curve slightly.

"Only my daddy can kiss it and make it better." I said.

I leaned my head back and looked up at him. He smiled down at me and chuckled slightly. His eyes held sadness in them that I hadn't seen in them previously. I wanted so badly to make it go away, I know how to but I also knew he would never believe me so I tried the next best thing.

"Randy." I said.

"Hmm?" he asked.

"I want to talk to you about some things, I've wanted to but I felt I needed to talk to Adam first." I said.

I felt him stiffen instantly. I shook my head as he shifted his gaze away from me. I put my hands on his cheeks and forced him to look at me.

"Don't block me out, please. Nothing happened between us. Well he kissed me but I didn't kiss him back, he kissed away my tears but I didn't reciprocate. He was… still could be my friend. I miss him as my friend." I said.

He studied me dispassionately. His features were neither set and hard nor relaxed and soft. His eyes weren't cold nor did they hold their usual warmth and love.

"I want you Randy, I chose you. Please Randy look at me not through me like I'm not here." I said. His gaze locked on to mine.

"Why didn't you just come to me and talk to me?" He asked.

"I was afraid damn it. Randy you love me I'm it for you. That scared me until I sorted everything out." I said.

"Look Vince and Shane want to talk to me I'm already extremely late. Then we have the show but tonight we will talk about this okay? We will both say what we need to say." He said and stood up. "Randy…" I said catching his arm.

He sighed and looked at me.

"Randy I…" I started but he cut me off.

"Don't say it Alex." He said. I flinched at the harsh tone in his voice.

"Randy please." I said.

"After the show Alex." He said.

I looked down and tried not to let the tears fall. I nodded slowly.

"Okay after the show." I said.

He sighed and walked away and I numbly walked back to the locker room. I sat down and stared at the TV.

"You okay?" Jamie asked.

I nodded.

"Just trying to take it all in." I said.

She nodded at me.

"I'm here when you want to talk about it." She said.

I smiled at her and thought about all that had went on in the past hour or so. Dave looked at me and frowned.

"Told you her talking to him wasn't a good idea. She's all upset now." He said.

"You told him!" I asked. "Well yeah I didn't think it'd be that big a deal, he's just Dave." Jamie said.

"No because he'll tell my dad." I said.

"And Randy." Dave pointed out.

"You don't need to tell him he saw Adam and I talking and now he's pissed and wants to have a serious talk after the show." I said.

"Oh god I'm sorry." Jamie said.

I just shook my head.

"I have to get ready for the show." I said and grabbed my bag, walking away.

I ran my brush through my hair, thanking god it was already straightened and dug through my bag. I walked out with Evolution and refused to make eye contact with anyone. The match went by quickly and we sauntered up the ramp. We stopped at the top to gloat and before Randy could pull me close and kiss me like he was supposed to I started heading backstage.

"Are you okay?" Dave asked.

I nodded. Randy stopped besides me.

"Ready?" he asked. I nodded.

"Just need to grab my bag." I said.

We walked back to the dressing room and he grabbed our bags. I followed him out to the car. He put our stuff in the trunk and we got in the car.

"Hungry?" he asked.

I shrugged.

"Not really." I mumbled.

Randy glanced at me and frowned.

"You're pouting isn't going to change my mind Alex. You may have me wrapped around your pretty little finger but I'm not giving in this time." He said.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked.

"It means that I am going to be pissed and not second guess myself about being pissed off at you. It means that I want to talk to you damn it. Now I'm going to stop to get something do you want anything?" He asked.

"Yeah I want you to leave me the hell alone." I yelled.

"Too damn bad. You are going to eat because you haven't eaten all day and then we are going to talk, understand?" He asked calmly.

I glared at him and he laughed.

"What you thought our relationship was going to be all good times, that you had me so whipped I'd do whatever you wanted. Sorry baby but we are going to argue, we are going to get pissed off at each other and we are going to yell and shout and slam doors and ignore each other. I'm not Copeland I'm not afraid of your dad or of hurting you. Now what do you want?" he asked.

I stared at him shocked.

"Fine I'll order for you." He said.

When we got to the hotel he grabbed the bags and we went upstairs. He shoved a paper bag at me. "Here." He said.

"When did you become such an asshole?" I asked.

"About the same time you became such a spoiled brat." He said.

"Fuck off, Orton. I don't have to put up with this shit." I said.

"Going to run back to Copeland or Cena?" He taunted.

I slapped him as hard as I could. He rubbed his cheek and I bit my lip.

"I'm sorry." I said. He sighed.

"No I probably deserved that." He said.

I dug in the bag he handed me earlier and pulled out some fries.

"Do you still love Adam?" He asked quietly.

"No, Randy I don't." I said.

"Do you want to be with him?" He asked.

"No I want to be with you." I said.

"Then why did you let him kiss you?" he asked.

"I don't know it didn't mean anything, it was like saying goodbye." I said.

"He didn't think of it as goodbye." He said.

"I can't help that but he was a very good friend of mine, Randy. He means a lot to me." I said.

We finished eating not quite sure what to say to each other.

"I'm not telling you I don't want to be with you because I do but I want you to be sure that you want to be with me. No second guessing." He said.

"Randy I'm not second guessing us. I was confused I love Adam but I'm not in love with him." I said.

He started tracing invisible patterns on the comforter on the bed. He looked so lost and confused. I knelt in front of him.

"Randy look at me." I said.

He shook his head.

I put my hands on either side of his face and forced him to look at me. I took a deep breath. He said that we were going to talk and say what we needed to say well I needed to say this.