I was seated at the table in my hotel room with my Slammy award in one hand and my camera in the other, snapping pictures of myself to document my win at last night's Slammy awards on Monday Night Raw.

"Would you put that thing away?" Ted grumbled at me from across the room where he was leaning against the sofa with a scowl on his face.

"Awe Cody I think Ted's a little jealous!" I teased.

Cody chuckled as the scowl on his tag partner's face deepened, "Can't always win at everything Ted… oh wait you never win at anything what am I talking about?"

"I believe I was the one who pinned the Big Show to win our tag team titles," he said defensively before continuing, "Besides it's clearly a case of me being angry at not being appreciated. I mean if Mickie can win a slammy, I certainly deserve one!" Ted spoke angrily.

"I appreciate your utmost confidence in me," I said sarcastically, sending him a glare before continuing, "All I had to do for this was win a match. If it had been up to a vote by the WWE Universe like it was for yours, let's just say I wouldn't have this right now," I gestured to the slammy I was very proud of. There was no way I was letting Ted ruin my moment.

"Well clearly!" He said bitterly.

"Moving on," Cody interrupted our glaring contest, "When do you guys want to exchange gifts?"

"How about you give me mine now?"

"I didn't get you anything Ted," Cody said, not even bothering to look at the blonde, "What do you think Mickie?"

"Um I don't know…" I said, pondering when the best time would be and also knowing exchanging gifts would mean I had to see Randy, "I guess we could do it after the party tonight," I suggested while pulling on my jacket. "Now let's go, I have two hours to find a dress for tonight."

"Okay explain this to me again. Last time I checked you had already bought a dress for tonight," Cody asked.

"That was before she found out Laura was attending as well," Ted informed him.

I turned to offer him another glare, "Thanks Ted. God I tell you these things in confidence!" I complained. "Let's go!" I ordered, picking up my Coach purse before exiting the hotel room with the other two following.

It was only three days before Christmas and the company was throwing a huge holiday themed party at a venue in downtown New York City. It was a semi-formal, mini red carpet event held for every superstar – on the main roster as well as the developmental one – the commentators, ring announcers, interviewers, referees, trainers, road agents, script writers and so on. Spouses and significant others were also welcomed to attend if they wished to do so. About a month and a half before the actual party, invitations were sent out and those who would be attending were to RSVP so the party planners would know who would be present on the night of.

Every year I thoroughly enjoyed myself. There was exquisite food, drinks and beyond that a chance to relax and have fun with all your co-workers, superstars or otherwise. The company never failed to amaze me with the splendour of each party and the venue, which was different every year, was always beautifully decorated and somehow managed to create a magical effect.

This year though, things were much different and even more difficult. Last year Randy and I simply "hated" one another and merely avoided each other. This year however was going to be a lot different taking into consideration everything that has occurred these last several months. And also this year around Laura was attending and thus the reason I felt the dress I bought a month ago wasn't good enough. I knew it was ridiculous, but I felt I needed to look my best if only to save face.

"I can't believe you spent fifteen hundred on one outfit," Cody said for the millionth time as we walked through the sliding doors to enter the lobby. "I mean the shoes and the purse? You have a million of them as it is and you had a dress already."

"Okay I need to look my best," I explained, pressing the button for the elevator, "Which means I needed the new dress and the shoes I originally bought for tonight aren't what I had in mind when I envisioned myself in this dress."

"It's a white dress Mickie… it goes with everything."

I pondered his words, "Okay that's… true. But certain shoes have different effects and can make the outfit into something totally different."

"But why didn't you just decide to wear the dress you wore at your birthday. I thought it was very beautiful and made you stand out," he continued.

"Oh my god are you dumb?" It wasn't me who responded this time but Ted. "That would be like fashion suicide. Nothing screams pathetic more than, 'I couldn't even be bothered to buy a new dress because my life sucks right now, so I'll just reuse an old one and hope no one notices.' And trust me, Mickie's birthday dress is famous… everyone would notice. God Cody you are so clueless!" he exclaimed.

By this time we were stepping off the elevator onto the floor that housed mine and Ted's room, "Thanks Ted," I glowered at him again, "for those kind words. Sadly enough," I turned my attention on Cody, "he's right. I need to let everyone know I'm not affected by how everything has turned out lately. After all, everyone knows Randy and I were together and now he has a girlfriend. So I need to keep up my appearance," I clarified as I was inserting the card key in the slot of our door.

"Mickie you have nothing to prove to anyone," Cody said.

I smiled up at him as I pushed the door open, "I know… but that doesn't mean I shouldn't. I made my bed and now I have to sleep in it."

"Actually I don't think you ever make your bed… and you and Randy never really slept did you?" Ted commented.

I rolled my eyes and shoved him into the wall, "This is me dealing with the decisions that led me here," I continued explaining to Cody, ignoring Ted's idiotic comment. I placed my bags down on my bed and removed my jacket before turning back to face the both of them, "What now?" I asked.

"Actually I have to go meet Eve, she wants to get a workout in before she has to get ready," Cody spoke up.

"That's a good plan… but I just did two hours of cardio while shopping so I think I'm good to go," I grinned.

"So I'll swing by sometime after five and then we'll head down. The limo is supposed to be here at five thirty," he informed us.

"That sounds perfect, I think I can be ready by then," I joked. "Cody can I have a hug?"

He narrowed his eyes in confusion for a second and then smiled, "Of course you can, you don't need to ask. But may I ask why?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "I feel lonely," I offered as a response.

He offered me a sympathetic smile as he pulled me into his arms. He held me tightly for a few moments before we both pulled away, "I'll see you later then," he said before turning back towards the door, "See ya man," he said to Ted before exiting into the corridor pulling the door closed behind him.

I turned my attention on Ted who was seated on the sofa in front of the TV and walked the distance to curl up beside him as he wrapped his arm around me. I rested my head on his shoulder and absorbed myself into my own thoughts despite my attempts at trying to focus on the TV show Ted had chosen.

It had been less than two days, but I had barely spoken two words to Randy since the night I told him I couldn't settle for being his friend. Somehow I felt emptier than before and the piece that was missing in my heart was growing steadily larger by the day however lame that may sound. I didn't know how long I could continue this and more than once I had found myself contemplating leaving the business. It broke my heart to even think about, but I figured things would be a bit easier if I had a clean break.

"Earth to Mickie James!" Ted brought me back to reality.

"Wha– Oh sorry… I'm just thinking. What were you saying?"

"I said I was going to head out and see Maryse," he replied quietly, surveying my face as if trying to find answers to some unasked questions, until finally I forced myself to look away from his scrutinizing gaze. "Do you want to talk about it?" he offered.

"Talk about what?" I pulled away from him and brought my knees up to my chest, focusing my eyes on the TV but not taking in what was showing.

"Oh I don't know… whatever happened with Randy perhaps."

I hadn't told Ted or Cody about the decision I had made because I didn't want to burden them unnecessarily nor did I want to worry them. It now appeared as if my "plan" had indeed backfired.

"What do you mean?" I asked, purposely avoiding his gaze.

"Oh the fact that you've been sulking or that you won't even talk about him let alone stand in the same room with him for more than ten seconds. But nooo nothing happened," he said airily.

I released a sigh and turned to look at him, "I feel guilty."

"Why?" he asked, angling his body so he was facing me.

I remained silent for a few moments trying to find the right words, "Because I couldn't do it Ted. I couldn't… I can't settle for just being friends with him."

"Why do you feel guilty about that?"

"Why? Maybe because of this huge speech I gave to you guys about how I could be friends with him because things are different this time. Guilty because all I had to do was pretend everything was fine and you all would be happy but I can't even do that! I want him in my life so badly I was so sure that I was capable of being friends with him, but I couldn't have been more wrong."

"Mickie are you kidding me? We don't want things to go back to the way they were, okay it would be nice, but beyond that we want you to do what's best for you. Mickie…" he reached out and placed his hand over mine, "…you could have pretended all you wanted but all of us, Randy included, would have known how full of it you were and that would be so much worse than the four of us not being what we were three months ago."

"But Ted I don't want to make things uncomfortable for–"

"God Mickie would you stop thinking about everyone else and start thinking about what's best for you?"

"No I can't Ted because I haven't been thinking about anyone but myself for the last several months!" I cried.

"You don't even know how wrong you are Mickie! Sometimes I swear I could slap you!" he said sternly.

I scoffed, "I'd like to see that happen."

"I'm serious Mickie… if you can't be friends with Randy, that's fine! We're your friends and we're his friends and we'll work it out as we go."

"We shouldn't have to work it out because this shouldn't have happened in the first place. Randy and I could be friends right now if I could have controlled my hormones for five minutes."

"I don't believe that. I believe you would have gotten here one way or another. You love him and it's ridiculously obvious how much he loves you… you would've realized that regardless of the path you took."

"Whatever," I laughed bitterly while gazing into my hands for a few moments until I finally looked up at him, "I'm still heartbroken and alone… it doesn't change what's happened."

"No it doesn't–"

"Ted can you do me a favour?"

He narrowed his eyes in confusion, "Anything Mickie."

"Do you really love Maryse? I mean do you think she's the one?"

The confusion on his face deepened but he looked away and I knew he was pondering my question. After a few moments he looked up at me, "Yes," he said confidently.

I offered him a weak smile, feeling the tears well up in my eyes, "Promise me you'll always treasure what you have with her, and that you'll never take it for granted. Promise me that you'll work through any problems you may have in the future together and understand that nothing is more important than honesty and forgiveness. And above and beyond that Ted…" I reached out and grabbed his hand in mine, "…love her with everything you have because at the end of the day love is all that matters."

"I promise," he said assertively and quietly, the sympathy noticeable on his face.

I wiped away a stray tear that had fallen and chuckled softly, "Look at me getting all emotional. I know you will… we may tease you and make fun of you all the time, but you are a good man Ted DiBiase… don't ever let anyone tell you otherwise."

"Are you gonna be okay Mickie?" he asked softly.

I paused for a moment before shaking my head, "No," I said truthfully, "but I'm going to try my absolute best to move on Ted. Whether that is on the road or at home in Virginia, it's going to happen."

He eyed me suspiciously, apparently understanding the underlying meaning, "Mickie you're not–"

But he was cut off by the knocking on our hotel room door. He looked over in the direction of the interruption and then back to me seemingly torn on which issue he wanted to tackle first.

"I'll be here," I said cheekily.

Sighing out of sheer irritation he advanced towards the door and pulled it open a little aggressively, his face softening when he found Maryse standing on the other side.

"Hey you two," the smile on her face faded slightly, "Am I interrupting something?"

"Actually–" Ted started, but I interrupted him immediately.

"No not at all," I jumped to my feet and rushed over to them, "Ted was actually just on his way out to meet you. See you both later!" I exclaimed nudging Ted out into the hall so I could close the door behind him.

I leaned up against it listening as their footsteps retreated down the hall before releasing a sigh. I knew this conversation was far from over. But before I could even have this conversation, I needed to figure out what it was that I really wanted.

Was I really considering leaving the business? Everything I had worked my ass off for the last ten years to achieve? This was my passion, my life and I wake up every morning so I can walk down that ramp every night and give my all to the WWE Universe.

And it saddened me beyond anything I've ever felt that the recent events lately have made me enjoy my life significantly less than before. How could I continue doing something when my whole heart wasn't in it? It wouldn't be fair to me and beyond that it wouldn't be fair to the WWE Universe.

I had Randy, and I lost him again. I was never going to get over that… it was like I was missing a huge piece of myself. I needed time away, to figure things out, that much I was sure of, but what was it going to accomplish? I felt so hopeless. I didn't have the answers I wished for and it was a terrible feeling.

CFR

Four hours later I was positioned in front of the full length mirror that was positioned on the wall opposite the two beds, going over every inch of my body trying to find a flaw. Not to toot my own horn, but I had to admit that I looked pretty great dressed in a white figure hugging lace frock that ended mid thigh. It was classy, and seemed perfect for the holidays in my humble opinion. I paired it with a pair of bright red pumps and a matching clutch while my hair was done in loose curls with one side pinned back.

I knew a lot of my fellow ladies were going to be sporting more of a sexy look, we were divas after all, but a woman could never go wrong going with a classic look. Besides, tonight was about my new image, or rather my attempt at a new me. I was so far from the healthy stage I wanted to be in but I decided to take Randy's advice and pretend.

I sighed thinking about that day. It was the last good day I had with him before I found out about Laura.

"Wow!"

Turning around I found Ted staring at me having just entered our room, eyes wide in amazement as they searched every inch of my body much like I had done earlier.

"Is that a good wow?" I asked.

"Are you kidding Mickie? You've never looked better!" he exclaimed smiling down at me before wrapping his arms around my frame, "You look beautiful," he murmured softly.

"I wish I could say the same for you!" I said, taking in his unkempt appearance.

He offered a boyish grin, "I sort of got… distracted."

"No really?" I exclaimed sarcastically, giving him a push in the direction of the bathroom.

"Hey Mickie?"

"What?" I turned to find him leaning against the door frame.

"Don't think I forgot about our conversation earlier."

Without giving me a chance to protest or even respond, he retreated into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. Moments later I heard the shower turn on, and I took a seat on the edge of my own bed.

Perfect!

What exactly was I going to say to him? That I was going to ask for a sabbatical? No of course I wasn't going to because I wasn't sure if that was what I truly wanted. I felt I needed time away from Randy but I didn't want that to be time away from Ted, Cody and the rest of my friends as well. It would be great to be able to see my family everyday of the week and make up for lost time, but Ted and Cody were my family as well and I didn't want to have to give that up either.

I also didn't want Randy to be blamed for me leaving and beyond that I didn't want him to feel responsible himself for everything that's happened if I did leave. All of this had been floating around in my head non-stop lately and it was driving me nuts. What was the right decision not only for me but for everyone I care about?

CFY

"Wow look at all the people waiting to take pictures of me," Ted exclaimed excitedly as our limo pulled up in front of the venue for our Christmas party.

"Is it considered bad if my boyfriend likes getting his picture taken more than I do?" Maryse asked openly to everyone in the limo which consisted of – Ted, Cody, myself, Eve, Maryse, Kelly, Melina, John Cena and John Morrison.

"Usually yes, but since its Ted we usually just make an exception," Cody responded.

I nodded my head, "Yeah we've come to terms with the fact that Ted is special."

"You know I never get tired of your lame jokes," Ted spoke sarcastically.

"No offence Ted but you take self-obsession to a whole new level," John Cena called out from the other end of the limo, "I mean I enjoy getting my picture taken, but I've seen you in front of a camera and it's not normal."

The other occupants in the limo laughed and agreed as Ted sulked in his seat.

"Awe Teddy, pouting isn't a good look for you," I teased before leaning closer to him, "Besides, I like you just the way you are."

He smiled back at me, "Of course you do. And you should be lucky I can say the same thing about you.

I rolled my eyes, "You know I stick up for you and you insult me. This is like a one way friendship."

"Just the way I like it," he grinned.

Before anything more could be said, our driver pulled the door open and we all filed out individually with John Morrison taking up the rear. Melina and Kelly both linked arms with me as we posed for a few pictures for fans. I don't know why but I looked back towards the street where the limo had dropped us off and I saw Randy stepping out of his car he had rented for tonight specifically (a Bentley no doubt since he couldn't have his own as it was in St. Louis) and hand the keys to the valet before circling the car and reaching out to grasp Laura's hand.

It was that moment his eyes met mine and his hardened expression faltered for a brief moment as his eyes searched every inch of me. I continued staring at him, not being able to ignore how handsome he looked dressed in a pair of dark jeans, a nice open collar dress shirt and a black suit jacket. Laura also looked beautiful in a navy blue strapless baby doll dress. I had to ignore the throbbing pain in my chest as I took in how wonderful they looked together and how they, as a couple, seemed to make perfect sense.

"Mickie?"

I broke eye contact to find Kelly staring at me questioningly, her hand outstretched in my direction.

"Oh right," I quickly reached out to grasp her hand and allowed her to pull me inside and away from another potential embarrassment.

"You okay?" she whispered in my ear.

"I'm fine," I assured her.

"Okay," she nodded her head before smiling, "You look stunning Mickie James."

"Thanks so do you of course," I smiled back at her.

"Come on let's go find everyone else and a table," she suggested, leading me through the horde of people.

We stopped several times to greet various other familiar faces and mingle until we finally found the group of friends we had arrived with. We claimed a table near the dance floor and I positioned myself between Ted and Cody with their girlfriends on their either sides and Kelly, Melina and both John's across from us.

Vince McMahon, who was surprisingly in attendance this year along with his family, gave a wonderful speech directed towards all of us who helped make the WWE as successful as it was, superstars or otherwise, and that he hopes that we all achieve even more in the year to come. It was especially moments like these when I was so proud to be a part of such a big family that it made me feel guilty for even contemplating leaving. I practically grew up in this business and matured with all of these people together. Wherever they were was my real home.

But I wasn't happy and I could only ignore it for so long before I came to resent everything around me. I despised being in this situation – unsure of what to do and what was truly best for me. I wish I could hire someone to make these sorts of decisions. It would certainly make life less of a hassle.

After the speech we were served a three course meal, which was delicious beyond words, and champagne to celebrate the holiday.

"So what are everyone's plans for the new year?" John asked.

"Surprisingly I haven't figured anything out yet," I responded, as the majority of the table admitted the same thing.

"I usually do whatever I feel like at the time," Maryse shrugged her shoulders, "Sometimes I have plans… and sometimes I just go with the flow."

"Well John and I were thinking of throwing a party in a hotel suite next week since we'll be on the road for new years," Kelly announced, sending a smile in John's direction. "What does everyone say? I was going to send out invitations, but I don't want it to be that formal. Everyone is invited, whether they want to come or not it's up to them."

"We may as well, they say how you spend your New Years eve is how you'll spend the rest of your year," Cody said.

"Well in that case I know what Maryse and I will be doing on New Years," Ted said, wiggling his eyebrows much like he had done earlier.

"God Ted what did I tell you about making those comments when I was around!" I punched him on the shoulder, "You're like my brother, trust me that mental image is disgusting."

"Oh look who's talking," he retorted.

"Oh puh-lease Ted I have never–"

I was interrupted by Cody clearing his throat and sending us looks that reminded us there were other people who were listening to us.

"Anyway," Kelly said, sending me an odd look, "Do you think everyone else will be interested?"

"Of course!" Eve exclaimed, "It's New Years, we should spend it in style and having fun…" I zoned out as the rest of them continued throwing out ideas and expressing their excitement.

I couldn't believe how fast this year had flown by. Sometimes it feels like it was just yesterday when I had run into Randy my first night back on Raw, but other times it seemed like an eternity ago. He and I have been through so much in such a short time, going from "enemies" to friends in a gradual process. We had learned to let one another in and trust each other again but it didn't matter because we had lost it all once more. Everything we had endured these last few months has been for nothing and it saddened me to my core. I couldn't keep holding out hope that he was going to change his mind. I was so tired of getting my hopes up and allowing myself to become vulnerable only to be disappointed once more. It was too hard and I didn't know how much more I could take.

"This year definitely trumps last year," Natalya voiced all of our thoughts aloud.

"Oh definitely… and the waiters this year…" Layla said with a grin as the rest of the divas we were standing with giggled and nodded in agreement. To be honest I hadn't really noticed whether or not the waiters were good looking… my mind was far too busy with other things.

"No I'm surprised that Mr. McMahon is here," Michelle said quietly, "I don't think I've ever seen him at a Christmas party."

"Which is weird right?" Melina added, "I mean he foots the bill for the whole thing, but doesn't bother showing up?"

"That just makes him an even more wonderful boss than he already was," Layla added with a smile.

"Well I for one am especially grateful for that chocolate fountain they have set up at the dessert table," Maryse commented, "And don't tell me the rest of you aren't thinking the same thing!"

"I can't believe I'm saying this frenchie but I do agree with you," Eve remarked with a giggle, "Speaking of who wants to go and check it out again? It is Christmas after all."

"I definitely won't say no to that," Maryse exclaimed and the rest of the divas nodded in agreement and I watched them all follow after the French-Canadian.

Telling Melina to go on ahead I remained standing off to the side enjoying a glass of champagne while watching the various couples on the floor dancing along to the Christmas music that was playing softly. I was so absorbed by the movement that I hadn't noticed Randy approach me until he cleared his throat indicating his presence.

"Oh… hey," I said awkwardly, remembering our last conversation clearly as well as the various times I had dodged him throughout the night.

"Hi Mickie," he responded softly, his eyes searching my face, "I've been waiting for the divas to disperse so I could approach you," he said lightly, rubbing the back of his head in a show of discomfort, "I haven't had a chance to tell you that… you look beautiful Mickie."

I had to look away as an overwhelming amount of emotion overcame me mixed with the feeling of butterflies in my stomach. It was such an odd feeling and both seemed to be battling each other for control. The emotion won out as I forced myself to look into his eyes and ignore the tears that wanted to fall.

"What do you want Randy?" I tried to make myself sound strong, but the question came out in barely more than a whisper.

"I just– I wanted to talk to you. We need to talk about this," he said confidently.

I shrugged my shoulders, "There's nothing left to say Randy… just go back to Laura."

"Mickie we can't leave things this–"

"Fine I'll go then," I stated, rushing away in the direction of the washrooms.

I was scared of what he was going to say, that somehow he might convince me to change my mind. After all he still held some sort of control over me and I always succumbed to him. But more than that I was afraid of what I might say given the current state I was in – I was an emotional wreck.

Randy's POV

I couldn't help but feel irritated towards Mickie as I watched her hurry away from me. The least she could do is give me a chance to say what has been on my mind the last two days. It's unfair for her to say that we can have nothing to do with one another… Okay I guess she's more than justified, but that didn't mean that I had to accept it. I knew it was self-centred of me, but in this situation I was more than willing to be selfish. I couldn't let Mickie go… not when she meant so much to me.

What was wrong with me? For the last few years I had made more selfish decisions than I would care to remember, but I wasn't that same guy anymore and the guilt that came along with these choices bothered me more than it ever had. Of course I knew the right thing to do was to let Mickie go… allow her to move on and be happy with someone else who would treat her better than I ever did. But we both needed to be realistic. There was no way this staying away from each other was ever going to work with the both of us being on the road together constantly, which was why I was trying to convince her that we just needed to make the best of it and try harder to make a friendship work.

"Randy what's going on?"

Turning to my left I was surprised to find Laura had approached me unnoticeably. I smiled down at her, "Nothing… do you want to go get another drink?"

She nodded her head somewhat hesitantly and placing my hand on the small of her back we found a waiter who was carrying around a tray filled with glasses of champagne. Laura helped herself to one as I declined because I was driving tonight. We stood in silence merely surveying everything else that was going on around us, but mostly I was scanning the room for any sign of Mickie. Finally I found her standing with Ted and Cody over near the bar, and I had to resist the urge to rush over to them. After a few seconds, Mickie looked up and our eyes met for what seemed to be the hundredth time tonight. We continued staring at each other, saying everything we were both feeling without words until we were interrupted when Laura stepped into my line of vision.

She released a sigh and surveyed the area around us before looking back up at me, "Randy what am I supposed to think about this?"

"Think about what?" I asked, resisting the desire to look in Mickie's direction once more.

"Ever since we arrived you've been rushing off every moment you catch sight of Mickie, and if that isn't bad enough every time I look over you're always engaged in a staring contest with her. You haven't heard one word I've said all evening."

"That's not true…" I argued.

"Name one thing I've said since we've arrived," she challenged.

I faltered for a moment, "Uh, you said that…" but I was at a loss because I had been paying attention to nothing but Mickie all evening.

She didn't look angry, just more or less defeated, "I'm going back to the hotel."

"Laura come on, don't be mad…"

"I'm not mad Randy. I'm just… I'm feeling a little bit sick right now. Okay? So I'll see you when you get back to the hotel. Go and have fun with your friends," she suggested, leaning up to give me a kiss on my cheek.

"I'll come with you," I offered.

"No it's alright. This is your Christmas party, you deserve a break. I'll just catch a cab back and we'll talk later alright?"

There was something on her face that I couldn't read, and I had a feeling there was something she wasn't telling me. I felt guilty for not being more concerned but at the moment my main concern was to figure things out for good with Mickie and then deal with mine and Laura's relationship later. I hated it, but the two things were interrelated and figuring things out with Mickie was essential.

I merely nodded my head and watched as she made her way through the crowd and towards the exit without looking back. I ran my hand down my face and released a sigh… all of the recent events in my life were taking a toll on me and I was beginning to wonder if it was worth it. Maybe if I just let Mickie go, in time things will be easier and this time around I won't be filled with hatred and bitterness – that in itself would be nothing short of a relief. Regardless I knew I needed to talk to Mickie… I wasn't ready to let her go just yet.

I turned around to survey the area I had last seen her, but found it to be empty. However I didn't have to look much further as I found her dancing with Ted in the middle of the dance floor. I was only a few feet away when I could finally hear their hushed conversation, and neither of them had noticed me.

"But you're not actually contemplating leaving are you? Mickie… do you really think leaving the business is going to help?" Ted asked her.

The question stopped me in my tracks… had I heard him right?

"I don't know," Mickie responded, "But I can't stick around being miserable Ted."

"You're leaving?" I hadn't realized it was me who had asked this question until both of them turned their attention on me. "I mean… you're not serious."

Mickie turned to shoot a glare in Ted's direction, "No Randy I'm not leaving… I'm… considering my options."

"That surely can't even be an option," I said a little too aggressively.

She folded her arms across her chest, "Oh yeah? And why not? Because if you can come up with a better solution I'd love to hear it."

"This is so not my place," Ted interrupted, putting his hands up defensively and walking away hurriedly.

I continued staring at her, not knowing what to say or how to respond to this. She couldn't be serious about this. Wrestling was her life… she would be giving away so much. The only other time this had ever been an issue was when she was pregnant, but then leaving hadn't seemed like such a big deal. This time around this was her choice

"Look Randy this is all premature. I haven't actually thought about it. So don't get all worked up over nothing," she interrupted our bout of silence.

"So why are you even talking about it?"

"Because Ted's a persistent ass that's why," she responded, rolling her eyes, "Randy what are you doing? Where's Laura?"

"She left…" I said mindlessly, still focused on the idea that Mickie might be leaving. I couldn't stand not seeing her because let's face it; the only reason I got to see her so often was because we travel together.

"She left?" she repeated. "Why did she leave?" I don't think she actually cared to hear the answer, but was merely looking for a way to steer the conversation in a different direction.

"She wasn't feeling well. Mickie… we need to talk," I stated, finally realizing at the moment there were more pressing issues. Mickie said that she hadn't actually been thinking about leaving, so I was going to cross that bridge when I came to it.

She released an angry sigh, "No Randy… we don't," she said through clenched teeth.

"Yes we do," I insisted. "In the past when I never wanted to elaborate on anything, you always forced me to. I think you at least owe me an explanation."

"This doesn't need an explanation Randy… I think it's pretty straight forward," she said, turning to walk away.

I reached out and grabbed her arm reflexively, "Yes I think it does because just a week ago you were more than happy to be friends with me!"

She narrowed her eyes at me and wrenched her arm out of my grasp, "You do not control me Randy, so keep your damn hands off me!" she hissed, keeping her tone low, but the venom was unmistakeable.

She stalked off in the direction of the bathrooms and I knew I had to stop her before she got there. I picked up my pace and with my longer legs I had caught up in no time. She put her hands out to push the bathroom door open but I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her into the secluded coat check area.

"Randy what the hell are you doing!"

"You know what Mickie? You can be stubborn all you want but we both know I am just as good at playing that role as well!" I snarled. "I'm tired of you running away every time I try to talk to you."

"How does it feel?" she spat, attempting to walk around me but I blocked her way.

I released a sigh, "Mickie… please talk to me," I reached out and placed my finger under her chin so I could tilt her head up to look into her eyes, "It's me Mickie… what are you afraid of?"

The tears gathering in her eyes were painful to see. I wanted her happiness more than anything in the world and it killed me to know that I was the one who could give her just that but I was reluctant to do so. Why was I still fighting so hard against the idea of me and her? If anything I had lost sight of that reason, and kept saying no just because I had become accustomed to it – accustomed to things not working out between the two of us.

"Mickie I can't lose you again… I just can't," I said softly.

The tears finally spilled down her face, "But you made it clear you don't want me Randy. You can't have it both ways…" she whispered. "I can't be just friends with you because I would be lying to myself. Can you please understand?" she pleaded.

"But Mickie we haven't really tried this. We were friends before… why can't we do it again?"

"We weren't friends Randy… we were merely denying our feelings for one another and I'm sorry but I can't do that anymore!" she said a little more forcefully. "Randy you need to let me go… if you insist on this and try to force me to remain in your life, I'm never going to be happy. Don't you see that?" she asked, the tears still falling even as she wiped them away.

"Mickie please… don't do this," I was surprised to find I was pleading now, "I'm sorry that I can't be with you… I am more than anything. But that doesn't mean that we can't–"

"You took my passion from me!" she shouted, taking me by surprise as her eyes filled with fury once more.

I looked at her questioningly, "What are you talking about?"

The anger fell away just as quickly as it came and was replaced with agony, "Every time I step into that ring I feel nothing… nothing Randy," she whispered. "Do you know what that's like? I have worked my ass off for the last ten years so that I could go out there and entertain those fans! They have all gotten me to where I am today and how do I repay them? By going out there half heartedly because I don't feel the same emotion or passion that I used to. And you took that from me!"

I staggered a bit, the impact of her words leaving me breathless. I couldn't imagine, or rather I refused to imagine what it felt like to perform in that ring and feel nothing from it. It was the reason we, as superstars in the wrestling business, woke up in the morning… to feel the thrill, exhilaration and passion from being able to entertain those faithful to us. To go out there and feel empty… it was nothing but a nightmare. I had no idea that this was how she was feeling and of course I was the one to blame for all of it. I turned away and rubbed my hand down my face not knowing how to respond. How could she lay this all on me?

"I'm sorry…" was all I offered as a response.

"Oh Randy…" she whispered, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean… I didn't want to tell you that. You made me angry. Of course it's not your fault…" she reached out, but I pulled back.

"Go then," I spoke without any hint of emotion in my tone.

"Randy please don't believe what I said… it was all just in the mome–"

"I said go Mickie!" I shouted, ignoring her flinch at the sudden loudness of my pitch.

She continued staring at me for a few moments, until finally she brushed past me and hurried away. I didn't bother staring after her… I didn't know how to react to any of this. I felt the anger pulsing through my body that was triggered by the immense amount of frustration I had endured over the last several months. I reached out and smacked a vase filled with flowers off the counter, bringing the woman who was working the coat check running from the back room.

"Excuse me but what are you–"

I silenced her with one glare before turning my back on her. I knew things were serious between Mickie and me, but I didn't think they were bad enough to make her want to leave. But this revelation put things into perspective. She wasn't happy – but it wasn't just in her social life like I thought, but also in her career. This was a lot worse than I had anticipated. I had taken the one thing she had left in her life away from her. I couldn't even imagine what she was feeling right now.

Mickie's POV

Rushing away from Randy I hadn't been paying attention to where I was going and ended up colliding with someone else and falling to the floor. I didn't think this night could possibly get any worse. What a great Christmas!

"I was actually just looking for– Are you okay?"

I looked up into the eyes of CM Punk as he knelt down in front of me no doubt taking in my tear stained face. I no longer had the strength to pretend as I shook my head and allowed him to wrap his arms around me.

"Is it Randy?" he asked softly.

I nodded my head in response, still not trusting my voice as we sat there in silence for a few moments. Finally he pulled me to my feet and leaned away from me.

"Is there anything I can do?" he asked.

I nodded my head again, "Can you find Ted for me?" I murmured.

"Of course, just wait here alright?"

I took a seat in the nearest chair and kept my head bowed so as to not attract any unwanted attention. I had no idea where Randy was, but I had a feeling he didn't want to see me anymore. I can't believe I told him what I was thinking and above that I can't believe I blamed him for something that wasn't even his fault. It was exactly the situation I was trying to avoid.

"Mickie?" I heard my name shouted and when I turned around I saw Ted rushing in my direction with Cody and Phil following.

"Teddy," I whispered, standing up so he could pull me into his arms.

"Are you okay? What happened?"

"Can you take me back to the hotel?" I asked softly.

He nodded his head, "Of course, let's go," he grasped my hand and then turned around to face Cody.

Cody merely nodded his head, "I'll tell the girls. We can leave the rest of them the limo; just go get us a cab."

Without waiting for a response he rushed away in the direction they had just come. I turned to face Phil who was offering me a sympathetic look.

"Thanks Phil…"

"Don't worry about it. Call me later okay… if only to let me know how you are."

"I will," I assured him and then allowed Ted to lead me towards the exit.

A half an hour later we were back in our hotel room, and I was sitting on the sofa with a cup of tea in my hand, clad in a pair of yoga pants, a zip up sweater and a pair of wool socks. Ted was sitting next to me on the sofa as Cody was seated in the arm chair on our left, all of us sitting in silence.

"How could I have said that to him?" I asked aloud.

"You were upset Mickie… I'm sure he didn't take it literally," Cody assured me.

I turned to face him, "Wouldn't you? I mean every one of us is different in our own way, but our passion is the one thing that ties us together. And if anyone knows the passion that Randy feels for this business it's me. It's gotta be killing him thinking that he could have taken that from another person."

"Look he'll come around. He's so obsessed with the idea that he's going to lose you that he'll just forget all about it," Ted said confidently.

"It doesn't matter anymore Ted. There's only one thing left to do now…"

He surveyed me for a few moments, "Mickie… you can't. You told me you weren't even really considering it."

"Yeah but–"

Cody interrupted me, "Considering what?"

Ted remained silent as I turned to face the brunette, "Leaving…"

"You mean like asking for time off?"

"That's the thing," I took a deep breath, "Getting over this, or at least progressing in my life is going to take much longer than I'd like to admit," I confessed.

He continued staring at me until finally his eyes widened, "You're going to ask for your release?"

"I don't know yet… I mean right now it's the only thing that's making sense. I need time away from this life to re-evaluate everything, to decide what it is that I truly want. It's not just Randy anymore… for the first time in my career I'm doubting whether or not this is what I truly want."

They both went to protest but I held my hand up to stop them, "I still don't know for sure. And I'm certainly going to spend more time thinking this through, but I want… no I need you guys to support me on whatever it is I choose."

They remained silent for a moment, until Cody responded first, "Of course Mickie. All we ever wanted is what's best for you and whatever you think is right, we will support you one hundred percent."

I looked over at Ted who seemed more reluctant, "I think if you decide to leave you'll be making a huge mistake. You have so much left in your career Mickie; it would just be a waste. But with that said you know that I'll always support you."

I grasped his hand in mine, "Thank you… both of you. Without you two I know I wouldn't have made it through these last few months," I released a sigh and then offered them a small smile, "It may not feel like it, but it's still the holidays and I think this is the perfect time to exchange gifts."

Cody had to leave to retrieve his gifts for us from his room and while he was gone Ted waited with anticipation. He was like the rest of the little kids who were just waiting to open up their presents on Christmas morning… except he was twenty-seven years old. He almost tackled Cody to the ground when he walked through the door trying to get his present, but Cody made him sit down with a threat that he wouldn't get anything.

We let Ted open his first. I bought him a portable DVD player, the best money could buy so that there was no chance of it breaking, and a pair of "noise cancelling" headphones.

"So now you can watch movies without someone interrupting you!" I explained.

"Oh Mickie you are so thoughtful!"

I leaned towards Cody, "It's because his taste in movies lately has been terrible," I muttered.

The brunette chuckled, and received a questioning look from Ted. He handed Ted what appeared to be a card. The blonde looked up at him and then back down at the card, a confused look growing on his face.

"This is it?" Ted asked, disappointed.

Cody merely rolled his eyes, "You're so damn ungrateful. Why don't you open it?"

It was a Christmas card but a piece of paper fell out of it as Ted opened it up. He picked it up and read it, his eyes growing wide with each sentence.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Cody bought me a new set of golf clubs!" he said excitedly, "Oh man I've been meaning to buy a new set!"

"You play golf?" I scrunched my nose up in confusion.

Ted looked at me judgementally, "And you call yourself my best friend!" he scoffed.

I turned to Cody, "Seriously he plays golf?"

He merely chuckled, "Ted loves golf."

"Hmm you truly do learn something new everyday," I said thoughtfully.

"Anyway they should be delivered to your house the day after tomorrow," Cody told him just before Ted threw his arms around him and then afterwards me.

"You two are the best friends ever! I mean of course Cody's gift trumps yours but that doesn't mean I don't appreciate it."

I laughed and rolled my eyes playfully, "Don't worry I won't take it personally."

Next up was Cody's turn. Ted bought him a stack of games for their PS3, which he admitted was mostly for himself, but figured it would be a nice gesture to give them to Cody as a Christmas present. But after he also gave Cody a comic book that he got weirdly excited about. Apparently it was in mint condition and Cody had been searching for it for such a long time. I do recall hearing him speaking about it on more than one occasion, but I never really understood what they were talking about. I was just delighted that Cody was so happy about it.

I had bought him an expensive wristwatch that I thought would suit him perfectly when I found it while I was shopping about a month ago. He gave me a hug and told me he loved it before going over and giving Ted a "man hug". I also had my camera out and was snapping pictures like crazy, just revelling in this moment.

"Now it's your turn!" Ted said turning to face me.

I smiled back at him as he handed me a box. Pulling the ribbon off slowly, followed by the wrapping paper, my eyes widened at the writing on the box. 'Christian Louboutin'.

"Oh my gosh Ted you didn't!" I squealed with happiness.

"Oh I did," he said smugly.

I pulled the lid off the box and the moment I took in the boots I was in heaven. They were black, knee high leather boots with a four inch heel and the patented red sole. These were exactly the ones I had been planning to order. Yes I usually hated being given presents, but not when it was a pair of shoes!

"Okay DiBiase you have got to stop creeping my laptop!"

"Why?" he said with a grin, "It's where I get the ideas for my amazing gifts!"

"Awe thanks Teddy," I smiled and motioned him forward so I could give him my attempt at a bone crushing hug.

Cody handed me a smaller box a few moments later, and I experienced the exact same thing. The 'Christian Louboutin' lettering. I swear my hands were shaking as I pulled the lid off the box. Inside was a beautiful handbag in the color of black with a small chain being the strap, a pocket on the front and tassels hanging from each side.

"We coordinated in case you didn't catch that," Ted announced.

"Ugh I can't believe you two! These were expensive gifts! It's nowhere near the amount I spent on either of you!" I exclaimed, feeling slightly guilty.

Cody grinned back at me, "First of all, it's the thought that counts. We all got one another something we knew one another would like or needed and second of all you've had some pretty crappy few months, the least we could do is spend a little money on a few material possessions."

"Thanks Cody," I said softly, getting up so I could give him a hug as well.

Walking back to my spot on the couch I spotted two more presents sitting on the floor behind the table.

"I'm guessing those are for Randy," I asked quietly.

"Yeah we didn't think he would come but we weren't sure he wouldn't either," Cody explained.

"So what did you get him?" I asked.

"I bought him a satellite radio. Apparently he's wanted one for awhile so I took the initiative. The dude is hard to buy for," Cody complained.

"Agreed," I stated, "What about you Ted?"

"I was on the same brain wave as you and I bought him a mini DVD player. He always complains when we have flights together about how I talk too much and that his iPod isn't a successful enough distraction."

"That's incredibly selfless of you giving up your talking time and all," I chuckled.

"Well you know I guess I can't always be the center of attention," he sighed dramatically. "Anyway I bought him a bunch of movies too… most of them should remind him of me," he said proudly.

"Oh I'm sure he's going to love that," Cody commented sarcastically. "What about you Micks… what did you get him?"

"Oh… just a chain. I mean an expensive white gold chain… but just a chain none the less," I responded.

"That's… sentimental," he said.

I smiled weakly, "I bought it like three months ago… I guess I was feeling sentimental towards him at that time. I'm still debating on whether or not to give it to him. It seems inappropriate given the circumstances."

"I think you should give it to him anyway," Ted commented.

I shrugged my shoulders, "I guess I'll have to wait and see what I do with it."

Twenty minutes later, we were involved in Raw vs. Smackdown on the PS3 while enjoying some very delicious snacks, mostly just ice cream for me. But a knock on the door interrupted us and we all turned to stare at one another.

After a few moments Cody sighed, "Don't worry guys I'll get it," he said wearily with a hint of sarcasm.

"We should keep him around," I suggested, "It would save a lot of arguments in the future."

"I think it would benefit me more seeing as how you never answer the door," Ted complained.

"I do so!" I protested.

"It doesn't count when I'm not in the room," he said with narrowed eyes.

I shrugged my shoulders, "Okay you have a point. But its unnecessary when I know you'll do it."

"Oh hey man…" I looked over my shoulder to see Cody already had the door open, "Come on in."

A moment later Randy stepped into my line of vision, and Cody closed the door behind him.

"Hey Randy," Ted called, "You're just in time to open your Christmas presents," he announced, trying his best to keep the atmosphere light.

I had to avert my gaze, finding it uncomfortable to look into his eyes after everything that had been said this evening. The Christmas party seemed like it had taken place years ago… but the emotions from before came back almost instantly.

"I just came to drop something off," he said impassively.

A moment later a package landed in my lap, precisely where I had been staring. I looked up to see he was still staring down at me but I couldn't read his face. It saddened me every time that happened, because it showcased just how different things were these days. What was worse was that I still found myself longing for the simplicity of three months ago. I don't care that he had a girlfriend three months ago… at least I hadn't known about it.

A moment later he turned away and headed back towards the door. Ted shouted for him to stop so that he could hand him his presents from both him and Cody, and with a mere thank you Randy was gone again. Cody and Ted joined me on the sofa once more and I could feel both pairs of eyes on me but I ignored them as I continued staring down at the gift in my lap. It was wrapped neatly in simple white tissue paper. It wasn't much bigger than the size of my outstretched hand. I couldn't explain why, but I was very hesitant to open it.

"Are you going to open it?" Ted asked.

"Dude, mind your own business," Cody scolded him.

"What? I'm excited. Our present from him was awesome… ugh I hate that word; Mike totally ruined it for me. Let me try again… our present from him was, brilliant; I can only imagine what he got Mickie."

I turned to look at him, "He already gave you guys your presents?"

Ted nodded his head, "He sure did."

I rolled my eyes, "Well… what was it?"

"Oh right, he bought the three of us a four day trip to Vegas," he responded.

"Yeah we have those four days off next month so he planned it for then," Cody added.

"Wow that's nice of him. Randy isn't usually the creative type," I smiled weakly and looked down once more at the gift in my lap.

I picked it up and surveyed it for a few more moments while Ted and Cody remained silent. It's just a gift Mickie. I slowly started to unwrap the white paper and the moment the actual box was visible, I inhaled sharply at the familiar Tiffany blue color of the box. Sure enough once the wrap was removed, in my hands sat the blue box with the white ribbon around it and 'Tiffany and Co.' written in black lettering. I exchanged looks with both men sitting on either side of me, both just as surprised but even more curious at what was inside the box.

I pulled the white ribbon off and let it fall gently into my lap, my eyes still fixed on the lettering on the front of the box. I slowly lifted the box lid off and had to resist the urge to gasp. Instantly I could tell that the necklace inside was white gold. It had a bar pendant that had a round diamond at the top, and underneath was a vertical engravement running the length of the pendant. I reached out ever so slowly to grasp it gently between my fingers so I could lift it up to get a closer look.

"He engraved it with a date," Ted commented. "It's… August twenty fourth of this year. Is that something special between you two?"

"I… I don't know," I said softly looking at the single word in beautiful scripture that followed the inscribed date – fate. It was in that moment that I knew exactly what Randy was referring to. I brought my hand up to my mouth, and felt the tears well up in my eyes. Anyone who ever said Randy wasn't creative, myself included, was just drastically proven wrong.

"What is it Micks?" Cody asked.

"August twenty fourth of this year…" I looked up at him and then over at Ted, "That was when the four of us were declared Legacy in the middle of the ring," I said in barely more than a whisper.

"Oh… wow," Ted said quietly, turning away from us and staring out in front of him.

"I feel bad for being surprised that Randy could come up with something like that," Cody admitted.

The tears finally flowed over and for the second time tonight I cried. Maybe it was cheesy in some ways, but I didn't care. This necklace was the single greatest present I had ever been given. It wasn't just about being declared Legacy, it was what I had gotten out of the storyline. Sure I had been friends with them before that night, but I don't know if we would have been as close as we are today if we hadn't been thrown into the storyline together. No one knew better than Randy how much he, Ted and Cody meant to me mainly because no one knew me better than he did. The necklace couldn't have been more true either. It was fate that the four of us came together, and maybe at the moment it wasn't working, but perhaps somewhere down the line it could work for us as friends.

I looked over at Ted, and once more at Cody and the answer I had been missing finally came to me so clearly. The reason Randy and I didn't work out all those years ago was because this was meant to happen. Because the relationships between myself, Cody, Ted and Randy were still waiting to happen. Had Randy and I worked out back then, I was quite positive that things wouldn't have happened the same between the four of us. We bonded at first because it was only the three of us who truly understood the man that Randy became and in doing so it set us apart from the rest of the roster. It was that bond – that was created by the unconditional support and loyalty we bestowed upon one another – that was the foundation for our relationships with one another.

Randy wouldn't have been the cold-hearted Viper if we had worked things out in our relationship three years ago and perhaps we wouldn't have Ted and Cody in our lives as prominently as we do now. I don't care how lame or ridiculous it sounds, but that's how I was going to look at it because that would make every ounce of heartbreak and pain worth it as long as I go to call these three men my family. And even though things with Randy aren't desirable in the moment… hopefully sometime in the future that can change.

"What is it Mickie?" Ted brought me back to earth.

I smiled over at him, "It really was fate," I responded, laughing through my tears.

"Of course it was," he said matter-of-factly, as if he had known this all along and didn't doubt it for a second.

"Even though it sounds very girly and I don't say girly things because I'm a man… even I have to admit that this all feels like it was destined," Cody added.

And there it was… my belief in fate. I thought back to the conversation I had at Trish's get together with her and Melina about how I had lost faith in fate after everything that had happened. I guess in reality I had always believed that the four of us were destined to be friends, but the pain and heartbreak from my past and now my present had always sort of overshadowed the underlying belief.

It was never going to help to run away from my problems, and maybe Randy was right when he said we merely needed to try a little harder to be successful at a friendship. Why was I trying so hard to resist this chance he was giving me to have some sort of a relationship with him? What was the pain in the grand scheme of things as long as I had Ted and Cody by my side to help me through each day? At least I could still see Randy regularly and maybe it wouldn't be in the way I preferred but at least it would be better than never seeing him if I did decide to leave the business.

And the more important question: why the hell did it take this beautiful gift from Randy in order for me to see that?

"Mickie?" Ted questioned. "What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking you're right Ted," I smiled at him.

He seemed confused, "About what? No one ever says that I'm right about something."

"I think that's an understatement," Cody remarked.

I chuckled, "That running away isn't going to solve anything."

"Does that mean you're not going to leave?" he asked excitedly.

"Not for now. But I'm going to take it day by day. I figure as long as you two are around, I think I'll be okay," I announced.

"Good for you Mickie," Cody said approvingly. "Besides I doubt you could stay away from us for very long anyway."

"You might be right about that," I responded. "Um… I don't mean to be rude or anything, but do you think you guys could give me some time alone?"

"Of course, I should probably go and give Eve her present. I'm sort of nervous about it."

"She'll love it," I said confidently. "What about you are you going to give Maryse hers too?"

"Sure am," Ted responded, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Oh gross, I hope that isn't all you are giving her," I replied.

"Why not? I thought it was pretty great!" he whined.

"Are we thinking about the same, materialistic Maryse?"

"I'll prove the both of you wrong," he said bitterly and stalked towards the door before turning around with a grin on his face, "Thanks for the presents you guys. They were awes– brilliant! Are you going to be okay Mickie?"

I nodded my head, "I'll be alright. Have fun." I closed my eyes as Ted kissed me softly on the top of my head.

"See ya Micks," Cody said, giving me one more quick hug before following Ted out of the room with his presents in his arms.

I placed the box that was still in my lap on the sofa beside me and brought my knees up to my chest so I could rest my chin on them. I played with the necklace in my fingers, reading it over and over again, going over in my head each memory I could remember having with my three boys.

I guess more than anything I was just tired of going back and forth on the subject of how to deal with my Randy situation. How could I make my decision if I didn't give either choice a chance? We had agreed to be friends about a week ago… I needed to give it more time than that or I was one day going to regret it. What the hell was with my emotions lately? I was all over the place and it was severely exhausting. I was still going to give Randy space. Try to keep our relationship as professional as possible, at least for the near future and then after that I would figure everything out. I knew that I wasn't ready to leave the business even if it didn't feel the same as it used to. Maybe if I figured it out, the passion that I was lacking these days would find its way back to me.

I placed the necklace around my neck and struggled to get it done up and just as I finished, my cell phone rang from the bedside table. I jumped to my feet to rush over to the table and smiled at the name on the caller ID.

"I thought I said I would call you," I said the moment I had accepted the call.

"Are you under the impression I spend my life waiting for your phone call? I do have a sleep schedule to keep," Phil responded.

"Oh I'm sorry for throwing off your precious sleep schedule," I said dramatically

"That's okay I usually wouldn't go to bed for another three hours anyway," he teased. "How are you doing Mickie?"

"I'm alright," I said confidently, knowing that I was only being half honest.

"Mickie I still think you and Randy need to work things out. It's the only way either of you are going to be happy. I'm sorry to jump right into this considering how you're feeling right now, but if you wait too long it's going to be too late."

"Phil don't start with me on this. I've struggled immensely with my decisions lately and every time I finally come to a conclusion, someone always tells me it's the wrong one. I just wish everyone would let me think for myself for once," I complained.

I heard him sigh on the other end, "I love you Mickie, you know that and you also know how highly I think of you. You're a smart woman, but sometimes you don't know what's best for you because you're so worried about putting everyone else before you."

"God you sound like Ted," I grumbled.

"Well if we're both saying the same thing maybe there's a bit of truth behind it," he suggested.

"Phil I'm fine! Who's overanalyzing things now?" I attempted a joke. "Look I promised him I was stepping back and I'm going to keep that particular promise even if it makes me miserable."

"Mickie James you deserve to be happy too."

"I relinquished my happiness the minute I agreed to–" I was interrupted by a knocking on the door. "Hey Punk there's someone at the door, I'll have to call you back."

Ending the call I advanced towards the door, assuming it was Ted who had forgotten his key.

"Ted if I'm going to be sticking around you have to change this whole forgetting your key every time you leave the room thing– oh," It certainly hadn't been Ted on the other side of the door; in fact it was the last person I ever would have expected to be on the other side of the door.

"Laura?" I questioned.

"Close your mouth, it's hardly attractive. We need to talk," I could tell by her expression that this was the last place she wanted to be.

"About?" I crossed my arms. Not really wanting to listen to her bitch to me about staying away from Randy.

"Can I come in?" she asked rudely.

I sighed and rolled my eyes, but stepped aside none the less so as to allow her entry. Once she was in I gave the door a shove and then turned around to face her.

"I'm sorry about Randy being weird tonight, but everything is going to be–"

"You have to win him back," she said quickly.

"Huh? Who?"

"Randy! You have to fight to get him back."

Wow did anyone expect that? I told you there would be a surprise this time around. I guess you'll have to review if you want to read more :) I realize parts in this chapter were a little cheesy, but it's my story and I just had to write them! Call it a guilty pleasure. Thank you so so so much for all the reviews on the story so far. You all are more wonderful than you know and I'll never get tired of saying that. You've stuck by this story for the last several months and that means so much to me. As usual it would mean a lot to me if you'd take the time to review. I promise I'll get the next chapter up as soon as I believe it is ready to go.

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