Disclaimer: Still remains the same. I do not own any of the actual WWE Superstars in this story but I'm still planning on it. I do own Hayley Peterson-Gowen and I do own Ariel the best friend. Other then that it's all up for grabs folks.

A/N: With the response from that last chapter, I feel the need to go ahead and update this one last time. So I hope I can clear up whatever it was that I left out for those of you that loved this story, and also end it off the way it should be. Also if you would like to see Randy and Hayley come back in another story of some sort ( no not another crazy one, LOL) then just let me know that too.

The cold was flowing right through her clothes and down to her veins as she stood, surrounded by friends and colleagues there to pay their respects to their fallen friend. It had been a hard time for everyone, including Hayley having to figure out who needed to be buried where.

It had been a week since that tragic time in that hotel room, and most of it had been spent alone with her daughter. Not wanting to hear anything from anyone until it was time for the funeral, she had chosen to hide inside herself, bringing herself out for the sake of their little girl.

It was common knowledge now that Carioca was really Zach's and that there had been no way it would have belonged to her now step brother Brian. They had endured hell together, and with no more words to say to each other, had chosen to move on with their lives, separate and as far away from the place of pain as possible. Hayley didn't know if she was happy or sad for losing what could only be known as her rock through the whole kidnapping scheme.

Not knowing about Ariel and her traumatic death until it was way to late, she was coming to terms with what had happened to her best friend just from knowing her. She wished she could go back and do everything so differently and maybe Ariel would be standing with her there in the cold outside world and their lives would only get better. Now she was faced with standing alone.

Randy had come by, had wanted to talk about what had happened that day in the hotel room. He wanted to make sure she knew how he felt about her, but at that time and place it just didn't seem right. Too many people were dead and too many lives had been forever altered because of it too really go back and rehash it. She was sure Randy and her would have their talk, as he was at the funeral today, but she knew it wouldn't be now, at least that it couldn't be now. Not if he wanted it to work out the way he wanted it too.

As easy as it was for her to tell people she didn't want to talk about it, she couldn't block out the vision of watching her husband gunned down by her father. The vision was clear and vivid and would haunt her for a long time, if not for the rest of her life. Zach, only wanting to finally put an end to all of the trauma, coming to save the day. What he had gotten for his trouble was a bullet through the heart. Instant death. The only solace she had with the whole thing was that in the turmoil of it all, her father had been taken, just as instantly as her husband and he was now lying in a colder then hell grave, never to return again.

Her mind flashed to what had happened after the shooting. Brock had made sure he wouldn't be coming out of the coffin by shooting him another two times, to make sure he was dead. There was no way that any of the people in that hotel room that day would want a repeat performance of the theatrics that had brought them all down.

Her brother, the cop that her mother had slept around to have, was no behind bars himself, not expected to get out until he was 90. As good a feeling as that was, she had to wonder if at 90 he would be the same heartless, evil man he had been in his 30's. She would be forever scarred for what her brother had done, and would never forgive him.

The funeral was over, people were now touching her in concern, making sure she knew that they were there for her if she needed them. All Hayley could think about was that she didn't need any of them, and most of their concern came from the pay check that would get if they came today. None of them cared about Zach, not like she had in the beginning.

The salt of the wound of her love for Randy seemed to make this day even harder to bear. She was determined not to let it show though. This was indeed Zach's day and no matter if she was now in love with his best friend, he was still the one that deserved to go out the right way. The way he would have wanted.

"Do you need a ride somewhere Hayley?" a voice said behind her, startling her from her thoughts. She had realized there was people around her, but wasn't expecting anyone to really talk to her.

"Oh Randy, I didn't realize you were standing with me. I would love a ride home if you don't mind. I want to have some more time alone with Carioca, make her see what a good man her father really was."

"She knows Hayley."

"I know, but I don't want her to ever forget."

With nothing else to say at that moment, Randy escorted her to where his car was, and as he opened the door to let her in, he noticed the rain start to pelt through the sky, the perfect ending to a very awkward day.

As they drove along, Hayley was speechless, intent to just sit and enjoy the slow moment of the car, and the melodic sound that it made as it slicked along the wet road. It was sudden when Randy broke the silence.

"I don't know what to say here Hayley."

"Then don't say anything at all."

"Do you know how hard it was for me to bury a friend today? How hard it was to finally get that I was in love with his wife and he might have lost his life for that?"

For once Hayley realized that maybe she wasn't going through this totally alone. That maybe there was one person who actually felt her pain and understood why she felt like kicking herself every second.

"Yes as a matter of fact I think I might be the only one that gets it. Randy I know you want to have this huge talk about us and where we need to be together, but he was my husband and I didn't have a chance to deal with it the right way. He walked into that hotel room trying to save his wife and I was kissing you. I just don't know if I can live with what I have done."

"He cheated on you worse Hayley, you don't need to sit there and blast yourself for it."

"This isn't about cheating damn it! This is about his pure feelings for me and wanting to make our marriage work. And the whole time I was thinking about you, with Ariel and then what I would do to get you. It took the sacredness of marriage and ripped it apart."

"Don't you love me?"

"You know I do Randy. This for me isn't about loving you or loving anyone. Zach is dead, the man that I pledged my life to love, through everything, and now with him being gone, I just don't think it would be right to go on without him."

"So what you're saying is that you would rather be alone then be with me and be loved?"

"No, what I am saying is that I need some time to make sure that I am doing the right thing. The next time I do anything I want it to be for all the right reasons."

"Then would you mind if I would do the same?"

"Do what?"

"Do what I want for the right reasons?"

"Sure, go ahead."

"Hayley Peterson Gowen, will you do me the honour of being my wife? Would you let me be a father figure to Carioca. I know that I can't be her real father but I want to do right by you and her and I would love it if you would give me the chance too."

A/N2: Now you see why I wanted to know if you wanted another one? LOL So if you want to know her answer then review and let me know if you want to see them come back for one more installment. Enjoy guys and it has been a treat writing for you! Look for my thanks coming over the next couple of days.