A/N-This chap starts off like usual, telling you how much time has passed since the last time we've seen Ronda, Rocky and everyone else. Teehee!

A month had passed since Dany had told Ronda and Dwayne that they weren't legally married, and she and her lawyers were playing hardball with ending the marriage as well.

But on this Tuesday morning in Connecticut, Ronda had different things on her mind. She woke up at 10 am and began to get dressed. At almost 6 months pregnant she wasn't the most limber or fast moving person, and the fact that she was having twins didn't help much. Still she got dressed with such purpose and vigor that she didn't need Dwayne's help for much of anything except putting on her shoes.

"You sure you don't want me to go with you? 'Cause I'll blow off Smackdown in a minute," Dwayne offered.

"You have to go, you're in the main event," Ronda replied gently.

"Damn a main event if my wife needs me."

"And there are fans that've spent their hard earned money to see The Rock, so just go. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine." Dwayne sighed, knowing that he couldn't change her mind.

"What time are you supposed to be leaving?"

"Hunter will be here in about half an hour and it takes half an hour to get to the…and don't you have to get to the arena?" Ronda said, pushing some hair behind her ear and changing the subject.

"I don't want to leave you alone, Ronda."

"DJ, I'll be fine, and I won't be alone either. I need to do this if I'm ever gonna get past it."

"But that's just it, you never will get past this," Rocky said standing in front of his wife.

"…Well I at least have to try. I need closure. Now can we go downstairs please? I'd like to have breakfast with my husband before he has to go." Dwayne kissed her on the forehead, and then wrapped an arm around her waist as they walked to the small dining room in the hotel room they were in.

-*-

After they'd eaten breakfast there was a knock at the hotel door.

"That's probably Hunter," Ronda said, getting up from the table and opening the door. "Hi, honey," she said as they exchanged pecks on the cheek.

"How you doin'?" he replied, placing a hand on her belly.

"I'm good, considering I feel like someone surgically implanted a watermelon that keeps growing directly on my bladder," she said sarcastically. "Oh, speaking of my bladder, I'll be right back."

Hunter sat down on the sofa that faced the television in silence as Ronda made her way to the bathroom.

"Coffee?" Dwayne asked.

"Say again?"

"Do you want a cup of coffee, or maybe something out of that big ass fruit basket they gave us?"

"Sure," Hunter answered after a brief pause. "I'll take some fruit, I'm wired enough already," he then made his way over to the table and looked around before deciding on an apple, then rolled it around in his hands thoughtfully. Dwayne got up off the sofa and went over to Hunter, standing beside him.

"I know that we aren't the best of friends and we probably never will be, but I need you to be strong for her today. You know she's gonna put up a brave front."

"Yeah, I know," Hunter said, nodding slowly. "Don't worry; I'll take care of her."

"Okay, ready, Hunter?" Ronda, who had been listening nearby, asked while she grabbed her purse and sweater.

"Geez, took you long enough to finish in the bathroom," Hunter said, taking a bite out of the apple.

"Well I had a lot of urine to release, and I know you really wanted to know that," she said grinning.

"Anyways, let's get out of here, it's getting late."

"Okay. DJ, I'll see you at the arena in a while," Ronda said, they hugged and shared a parting kiss, and then she and Hunter left.

-*-

Ronda and Hunter had a bit of a distance to walk to get to the gravesite, even though he'd parked as closely as he could. On the way, Ronda had picked up a small bouquet of flowers and was now gripping the stems in her hand.

            "Hunter?" she said, handing the flowers to him as he placed them on their daughter's grave. The beautiful marble headstone read "Angelina Grace Williams-Levesque. Beloved daughter. August 18, 2002." Ronda and Hunter had decided on that name a few days before they buried her, choosing Angelina since it means "little angel".

            "A year ago today. It's hard to believe."

            "It feels like yesterday," Hunter said, taking Ronda's hand. There was another funeral taking place up ahead of them and a soloist began to sing. Hunter closed his eyes and lowered his head until after a few minutes when the grip Ronda had on his hand began to grow tighter. He opened his eyes and saw Ronda, tears streaming down her face and breathing as if she were hyperventilating. He immediately pulled her into a hug and she sobbed into his shoulder.

            "It's…it's all…"she choked out.          

            "No," he said firmly. "Don't you dare blame your self." But his words had no effect as she continued to cry. "Come on, Ronda, try to calm down before you-"

            "OW!" Ronda cried out, clutching her stomach.

            "That's it, we're going to the hospital," Hunter said as she began to double over in pain.

            "Oh, God, please, no, it's too soon! It's too soon!"

A/N- See? It only took me almost a year. ;) I apologize profusely for anyone who read this and checked back waiting for me to update, my writers block was SERIOUSLY bad, I hope it hasn't messed up my writing…we shall see, I suppose.