Disclaimer: I do not lay claim to any of the WWE superstars that are used in the story. This story is for entertainment purposes only, and any events that are similar to the superstars lives outside of the ring is complete coincidence.

Summary: Sequel to Falling Apart. Trish and John are about to be married, with baby making a perfect three. Their lives seem complete, but what happens when a mystery woman from John's past makes her presence known, throwing the future of our happy couple up in the air?

A/N: Tempestia, and Trish Rocks, thank you so much for the reviews and I am glad you don't like Samantha. Well hell who would? Home wrecker is what she is turning out to be. Anyway here is the next instalment, sorry I made the two of you wait so long for it. I almost forgot about it with all my computer problems as of late.

It was a week after the whole hospital escapade, she was at home in Toronto trying to cook a meal over the oven, but it not turning out the way she had planned. She hadn't heard a word from John and she was beginning to wonder if he hadn't already decided to go back to his past and ignore their future.

From the news flashes Joanie called her about, he had brought Noah to most of the events and Samantha hadn't been too far behind. It seemed John hadn't wanted their family as much as she had thought because the time had long passed for mistrust and anger.

She had known John wouldn't lie about this and since being home, she realized more then ever how much she missed him, although her calls to him went unreturned, or uncared about. Who knew what the man she loved was up too now? Certainly not her.

The phone shook her from her thoughts, and turning the oven off she went to answer it. She wasn't expecting a call but then again, maybe John had heard her late night pleas to come home where he belonged.

"Hello?"

"Trish?"

"Yes?" she asked, not recognizing the voice and hoping that it wasn't going to be another crazy fan stalking her again.

"It's Samantha. I am downstairs outside of your place, I was just thinking now would be a good time to talk."

"What do we have to talk about?"

"John, and what has been going on since I arrived in town with Noah."

"Fine, I will buzz you in. Although I don't see what we have to talk to each other about."

She pushed the buzzer close to the door, and ended the call, placing the cordless phone back in the cradle. With everything going smooth with the baby and the little kicks she had been feeling, she was worried about having this type of a talk right now. She didn't want to cause the baby any more distress.

"Thank you for letting me in, do you mind if I sit down?" Samantha asked gently, obviously realizing that there was still a baby to concern herself with. With Trish's nod, she made her way into the apartment and sat down on the white leather couch.

"So what exactly do you want to talk to me about again?"

"Well I know I have caused a lot of problems since turning up into town. I also know that since I have been staying with John, that he hasn't talked to you or come by to see the baby or at least to make sure you are alright. I wanted to let you know that I had nothing to do with that."

"I'm sure you didn't. This is between me and John though. It really has nothing to do with you."

Samantha seemed to let that comment sink in for a moment before talking again.

"You mean to tell me that the two of you were on the rocks before I showed up and scared you enough to put you in the hospital. Because from what your caring friends tell me, that is not how it went at all."

"What did they tell you then?"

"That I am interfering where I don't need to be, and that I should just pick up and move on. I have to admit for a long time I thought they were right. Now though, I think Noah is what John needs."

"As long as you get to come a long for the ride as well, is that right?"

Samantha's face grew cold with anger, not wanting to upset this woman but sensing her resentment all the way across the room.

"Would you rather I just left my son with John and let the two of you raise him? Now really Trish, what kind of mother would I be?"

"A better one then you are. Leaving it alone for three years and just expecting to walk back in like nothing has changed. Let me tell you something Samantha, I know you didn't just come back to let John know about Noah. You came back because that piece of your past is missing and you long for it again. You want John back, and anyone with half a brain could tell you that. Well as of right now, you have him don't you? So why come talk to me?"

It was obvious Trish knew what was going on here, and Samantha didn't see much point in playing games with her. She figured she had better admit to the cards she brought to the table or this could only turn out bad.

"I do love John, and I have for the last five years of my life. I knew him before he was with the WWE which gives me the advantage of understanding him better then you. Honestly, when I came here, I came only for Noah, but when I saw him again, yes I have to admit I wanted what I didn't have. I wanted him."

"And now?"

"I have to get rid of you."

"When mommy come home?" Noah asked pulling on John's leg to lift him up for airplane rides again.

They had been together all afternoon, and as much as John was enjoying it, he really wanted to just call Trish and make sure she was alright. He loved the little boy instantly upon knowing that he was his, but he also had to think about the woman he loved now, and the baby they were carrying together. He would move heaven and earth to back to the love they shared.

But there had been no call, no invite from Trish and from what Kurt had told him at the show the week before, she was settled back at home in Toronto and seemed to be making out just fine. How could she just throw away their love story just like that? What would make her that cold towards him after what they shared.

His thoughts rang to Samantha, and how calm and patient she had been since staying with him, and how much he had missed having her in his life. Was it possible that Trish knew something he didn't, and was letting him move on without her?

Just as soon as he thought about it, he banished it. The only person in the world he wanted to move on with was Trish, and he just couldn't let her go.

"She said she had an errand and would be back in a day or so." John said, bending down to Noah and rubbing his head lightly. A sign of love.

He couldn't handle it anymore, he had to call Trish, he had to make sure for himself that she was really letting him go. As he dialled the number he waited for the pickup, and when it came, he almost fell back off his chair.

"Well John what a pleasant surprise. Trish and I were just talking about you."