There was a loud banging at the door that awoke Randy from his slumber. Well…he wasn't exactly sleeping, he had a bit of trouble doing that since a certain petite blonde broke his heart. He checked the clock located at the side of his bed. It was 9:30 am. He turned on his side, hoping that he would be able to ignore the sounds penetrating from his hotel door, perhaps they would get the hint and go away. His eyes instinctively opened and he was met with a sleeping Gail. He decided he'd rather suffer the pestering individual at the door than lay there reminded of all that he managed to mess up. He slid out of bed and pulled a pair of jeans over his boxers and scuffled across the floor to open the door. Once he got there, he opened the door.
"What the hell is your prob…." Randy's rant was interrupted with a clean right hook that sent him stumbling backwards a bit.
He grabbed his jaw that was wreathing in pain to be met square in the eyes with none other than Adam Copeland. Randy would have given him a piece of his mind, not to mention of piece of his fist as well had not been for the intensity burning in Adam's glowing green eyes. He had a hint as to why the Toronto native was standing toe to toe with him at this very moment, and his gut told him that he should listen to him, despite the fact that he did give him one hell of a punch.
Adam stared at him for what seemed like minutes. Not once blinking or allowing his eyes to avert to anything else around but into Randy's blue orbs. Truth be told, he didn't have any intention of hitting Randy, not until he was done saying what he had to say, but apparently he was even angrier than he thought and upon seeing Randy's face, sending a flying right hook was the first thing that came to mind. When he finally figured out what he wanted to say and exactly how he wanted to say it, he opened his mouth to speak, pronouncing every word clearly so that Randy got the message.
"Look Orton, we've never been friends, and it looks like we never will. I don't care what business goes on in the middle of the ring, that's business, but when you intentionally seek out to hurt one of my best friends, then you've crossed the line. And believe me Randy, you have jumped so far past that line that by the end of my visit, you'll be lucky to still be breathing. So you better plead your case real good buddy, because believe me, you may be a match for me, but I've got three other buddies by the name of Chris, Jay and Terry that are just itching to get their hands on you".
Randy swallowed hard before thinking of what to say. He may be tall, and strong, but he was no match for four men, especially to the likes of Adam, Chris, Jay and Terry. Randy knew when he was beat and right now, he was beat. His concern at the moment wasn't saving himself from an ass beating, but his thoughts settled on Trish, as it usually did, but looking into Adam's eyes, Randy knew the truth.
"You're still in love with her aren't you?" he whispered.
Adam opened his mouth to speak but for some reason, he couldn't find it in himself to deny it. He knew it as truth, but for someone else to actually notice it was a totally different story. He was surprised to say the least that of all people, Randy was the first person that seemingly noticed his lingering feelings for Trish.
Randy couldn't blame the guy, Trish was an amazing woman. His mind flashed back to John's hotel room and the way he had found her in his clothes, all flushed. Even in his fit of anger, he couldn't help but stop and take in her beauty. He was sure she didn't know just how beautiful she really was.
"What do you know about love?" Adam whispered fiercely, interrupting Randy's train of thought.
"You'd be surprised Adam. I'll be the first to admit that Trish and I, we weren't supposed to be anything more than bed buddies. She knew that and I knew that, but I think a part of me already knew that I was gonna get attached, a part of me already knew that I was addicted to her…I knew…immediately after I made the agreement with her…I knew it was gonna happen but I fought it every step of the way until I couldn't fight anymore".
Adam gave a sarcastic laugh.
"Right, that's why you plan this lavish dinner at this beautiful upscale restaurant and invite her parents and the rest of her family so that she could be with her mother on her birthday. You went to such great lengths only to let her find you in a passionate embrace with of all people, Gail Kim. What did you expect her to think? Perhaps you could have gotten away with blaming male hormones, but you and Gail had a past. A past which you used Trish to rekindle. It doesn't matter what if you can other people believe you, that's not gonna get her back". Adam paused letting his words sink in, even to himself. His eyes widen as did Randy's at the implication of his words.
"You believe me" Randy said, half relieved and the other astonished.
"I didn't say that" Adam shook his in denial. He may not have said it, but he knew that's what he meant. Looking into Randy's eyes, he saw a man in love, but he also saw a man hurting. He knew that look so well because that was him for a long time after he and Trish broke up. Despite the fact that he still loved her, he learned how to put on the fake smile and pretend that the world was just peachy fabulous. Adam was fighting an inner struggle because he really didn't want to believe Randy really loved Trish. It would have made things so much more simpler but now, it was two people who were so desperately in love with each other and can't be with each other. It was like sad movie or something.
"Why did you do it then?" Adam asked. Randy gave a hurtful smile before looking down at the floor. He was ashamed of himself.
"I guess I was scared and not to mention, I am a guy. I had a beautiful woman who I used to think I loved, seducing me, rubbing herself all over me and I guess I let my libido take control over my common sense. I mean, Gail is familiar, I know what it's like being in a relationship with her, there's no chance to take, there's no room for rejection…With Trish on the other hand…she was always distant, never really talked that much about herself yet she listened quite intently about my and my problems. The night at the restaurant was the first time I felt like I really had a chance with this amazing woman…but what's one night compared to months of avoidance and distance?"
"To be honest Randy, Trish isn't so much hurt by the fact that you and Gail were making out in your hotel room, she was more hurt by the words you told her in John's room". Amy hadn't told Adam everything that went on exactly, but she seemed really upset by them. As far as Trish was concerned, none of the guys knew a damn thing about what was going on and if it hadn't been for Amy's string of curses on the phone. He guys pretty much knew something was wrong when Amy kept asking Trish if she was sure she didn't want her to come over. Adam had to admit that he was surprised that Trish was spending the night with John but he wasn't concerned as to what they were doing. He knew Trish better than that and whatever feelings she had for Randy, she would never disrespect them by randomly sleeping with anyone that looked her way. He knew John would take care of her and as long as Trish was okay, Adam was a happy man.
Randy cleared his throat, snapping Adam out of his thoughts.
"Look, I can totally admit to my fair share of the blame and even if I did deserve it, that doesn't mean it hurt any less to know that my best friend and the woman I love slept together just hours after she and I had falling out".
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, sleep together? John and Trish didn't sleep together. She stayed in the guest bedroom but that's as close as the two of them got when it came to sleeping arrangements". "Yeah well…she didn't deny it" Randy whispered. Adam could have sworn he detected hurt in his voice.
"Of course she wouldn't deny. She just found you locked at the lips with Gail. Trish is stubborn, I'm sure you of all people would know that. She felt disrespected and therefore, she lashed out. In her mind, she thinks you don't care so either way it wouldn't make a difference to you" Adam rationalized.
"I don't know if it's intentional or not, but why are you helping me?" Randy questioned.
"Well…to be honest, this was definitely the last direction I would think our conversation would head but I don't have to dig too far deep to believe you when you say that you love her. Yes, you didn't fall in love the most conventional way, but don't they say loves sometimes surprises us in the most odd ways? And if I didn't know for a fact how much she really and truly loves you, I wouldn't waste my time. If there's anything to be said about Trish is that she's genuine and when she loves, she loves with all her being".
Randy was thankful that Adam had stopped by. Hell, he could admit that he did deserve that punch. He felt like such an idiot for going off on both Trish and John like he did.
"Honestly, I really doubt that she'll give me another chance, but I guess the at least I owe it to her to try. Even if she decides she doesn't want to be with me, I'm gonna make sure she knows that I love her".
"Alright then, good luck buddy, you're gonna need it". Adam turned to leave but was stopped by Randy's hand on his shoulder. He turned around to face him
"Hey Adam…thank you" he smiled and Adam just nodded his head.
"Oh and one other thing, on a scale from one to ten, how mad is Amy?, because depending on your answer, I might just have to plan out a different route around this place to save me from having to bump into her". Adam let out a hearty laugh.
"Don't worry bout it kid, I'll handle Amy. If you managed to gain a soft spot with her in the first place so that she could help you with Trish, then believe me, she can be handled".
"Thanks man, now I really appreciate that!" and with that Adam turned and left. Randy knew what he had to do but before he could even think about how to approach Trish, there was a few things he had to do first.
He quickly made his way back to the bedroom and packed his suitcase. Gail awoke during his haste to get things together.
"Hey baby, what are you doing and who was at the door?" she asked sleepily. She was in her own dream world and to her, everything was perfect.
"Actually, I've come to my senses and I realized that staying with you ain't gonna cut it. So I'm packing my stuff and I'm leaving and this time, I definitely not coming back" he said not once looking up, thinking it would take away precious time from packing his things up. After all, he was in a hurry to get back the love of his life.
"What?" Gail screeched, sitting up in her bed. However, Randy decided not to repeat himself. He was on a mission and the sooner he got of this hotel room, the better.
"Good luck with everything" and with that, he was gone.
Once out of the room, Randy made his way downstairs to grab some breakfast, meanwhile, pulling out his cell phone. He dialled the familiar number and put the phone to his ears, praying to God that he got an answer.
"What up?" the familiar voice came through the other end of the line.
"John…it's Randy…can we talk?". Randy heard silence for a couple of seconds and feared the worse.
"Hey Randy, how's it going? Uh…sure we can talk". Randy expelled a breath that he had been holding.
"Thanks, I don't know where to start but I guess the beginning would be the best place" he laughed nervously. And that's exactly what he did.
"It's okay Ames, you can let go of my hand" Amy smiled and broke the contact with the blonde. She told Trish that she would be in the restroom freshening up and had questioned whether Trish would be alright. Before going, Amy notified the secretary that should the test results come back while she was away, nothing is to be read without her by Trish's side. The secretary smiled, commenting on the strong relationship that was apparent between Amy and Trish. Both women just smiled. After a couple of minutes, Matt came strolling through the door. Both women, but especially Trish had complained of hunger so Matt had gone on a quest to find some food for them. Upon seeing Trish just staring ahead, seemingly in a daze, he immediately noticed the few drops of tears streaming down her face. He quickly placed the cartons of food on the magazine table and immediately pulled her into a hug. He gently stroked her hair and offered her words of comfort as she buried her head into his chest, holding him tight as she let the tears fall. Amy returned from the restroom to see the scene before and her head immediately shot to the secretary.
"Ma'am, I promise you, the results haven't even come yet, there is no way I would dream of disrespecting your wishes. I think the stress of it all is really catching up to her". Amy sighed in defeat. She really wished she could do something for her best friend, but the situation was really out of her control. Right now, the best thing she could do was to pray for her, hoping that whatever had her feeling so ill wasn't anything serious. She looked at her loving boyfriend and her amazing friend and just smiled to herself. Her world was standing right before her. Matt and Trish. Amy herself felt tears prick her eyes as she thought of the worst possibilities for her friend. She shook her head to clear her thoughts. The last thing Trish needed was any negative thoughts and Amy was going to make sure that Trish truly understood that she was there for her and that she would be strong for her when she felt she had no strength left. In any case, Trish had done the same for her on numerous occasions, particularly helping her through when her and Matt had come across relationship problems. Amy pasted a smile on her face as she approached the two to which Matt looked up and gave Amy a reassuring smile that she's was settling down. Before either could mention a thing about the present situation and restore confidence in the usually bubbly Trish Stratus, they heard the distinct sound of someone clearing their voice. All three heads shot up immediately, all landing in the particular direction of the sound.
"Trish…your test results are in and I think we need to go over the results". Trish nodded her head though internally, she felt paralysed. Her doctors words struck a cord of fear in her, however, the doctor didn't seem OVERLY concerned with her results, which means that it can't be that bad. Right?
"Um…Dr. Marco, is it possible that Amy and Matt could come in with me as you discuss the results with me?" she asked nervously, absently twirling her hair around her slender finger. The doctor sent a pleasant smile to her and her friends.
"Trish, that's perfectly fine". Trish let out a breath of air she had been holding. More than fear of having to find out what was wrong with her, was the fear of having to find out alone. By now, they all had entered the doctor's office, each taking a seat across from his desk. Matt and Amy sat on either side of Trish as both grabbed for each of her hand and held on tightly. Trish sent an appreciative look both ways before her eyes settled on the doctor. Dr. Marco took a seat and then proceeded to open up his files, over looking his paperwork before closing the files, setting it down on his desk to then direct his attention to the three other occupants in his office, mainly the petite blonde in the middle.
"Look Trish…the last thing I wanna do is alarm you, so let me just put your mind at ease and let you know that you aren't sick and you aren't dying. Your condition is nothing to be alarmed about, all it's gonna take is you taking good care of yourself and part of that means no wrestling".
"My condition?" she asked softly. "Obviously there's something out of the ordinary, otherwise, you wouldn't call it a condition".
After a brief pause she continued.
"If you don't mind, can you please just give me the news. I'd rather sit here and think of ways to help myself rather than spend my time wasting away in anxiety and trepidation awaiting the dreadful news".
"Well Trish…I wouldn't be one to call your condition dreadful…in fact…I would say it to be the exact opposite". Not only had the doctor managed to confuse Trish, but Amy and Matt sat quietly with looks of confusion masking their appearances as well.
"Congratulations Trish Stratus, you are going to be a mommy!".
Shock wasn't even a word she thought was appropriate enough to describe the feelings she had. She was extremely relieved that her symptoms weren't a result of a medical problem, however, the thought of having a baby scared Trish to death. She loved children and she really wanted to have children. There was no doubt in her mind that she was going to love this baby no matter what, and she was sure her child would receive plenty of love from her parents and siblings and not to mention Amy and the guys. Trish sighed and placed a hand protectively on her stomach. There was no doubt that Randy was the father. There was no other possibility at all. Now all she had to do was tell Randy. Trish could feel her heart beat increase. Telling him wouldn't be so easy. Not only did she run the risk of having him claim her to be disrupting his life, but what Trish feared most was the prospect of Randy not wanting to have anything to do with this child. Her heart told her that she was being ridiculous and that Randy would never do that, however, her heart was the reason she was heart broken right now,so she wasn't sure how much she could trust her damn heart.
After a couple of hours spent in the doctors office going over regular procedures and doctor check ups, the three friends made their way to the car. Amy and Matt were going on in excitement at the idea of being an aunt and uncle, already officially claiming that they will be the ones to spoil her child. She couldn't help but giggle at her friends and their childish antics. Trish jumped into the backseat of Matt's car and once again her hand instinctively rubbed gently along her tummy.
"We're gonna be alright" she whispered.
"No matter, you're gonna be alright" and it was that same position that she rested her head back against the seat and closed her eyes. She had a long nine months ahead of her, in fact, she had a whole lot more years ahead of her for that matter, but she was going to make it, she had to. This time, it wasn't about her, she was going to fight to give her child the best. There was no room for failure. At least now, she had something to live for, something she was sure would love her unconditionally. No matter what.