About six weeks had passed. Earlier that morning Randy had dropped Lisa off with Drusilla after one of his visitation weekends. Every time he had to leave her it killed him. He was now in Austin, Texas. He had appearances there tomorrow morning. Tonight he decided to go to the bar to drowned his sorrows. He was sitting at the bar drinking. A pretty redhead came up to him.
"You're Randy Orton aren't you?" She asked
"Yeah."
Randy slept with the girl. She was asleep. He was laying in her bed thinking about how unhappy he was. He would sleep with someone now and again for companionship, but he hadn't been happy in a very long time.
The next night in Chicago was Drusilla and Jordan's anniversary. They'd just gotten back to her house from having dinner. The babysitter had just left.
"I have a present for you Drusilla." Jordan said.
"We agreed, no presents."
"I know but this is important." He took out a ring box, got down on one knee and opened it. "Drusilla, I love you." "I love Lisa like my own." "Will you marry me?"
"Yes."
Flashback
Drusilla was four months pregnant. Randy had arranged so they could go baby shopping in a store after hours. They'd been there about a hall hour. Drusilla was looking at baby clothes.
"Dru, look." Randy said.
When she turned around she saw. Will you marry me? Spelled out in baby blocks. She looked over and saw Randy down on one knee holding out a ring box.
"We don't have to get married because of the baby." She said said with tears in her eyes.
"Not because of the baby." "I'm asking you because I love you and I want to spend our lives together." "Will you marry me Drusilla?"
"Yes." She said tearfully. He put the ring on her finger. She helped him up. They kissed. "I love you so much Randy."
"I love you too Dru."