Six months later, and not only did Trish look like a beached whale, she felt like one too. She had just gotten off the phone with her mother who had insisted on dinner with Trish and Randy as the guest of honours and being too tired to argue, had agreed. Now, before you think that she actually solved the little dilemma she had created six months ago at her parents house, think again. Trish had yet to inform her parents that Randy and herself weren't truly married and despite her intentions to do so every time she was scheduled to see them, by the time she was there, face to face, her courage would fly right out the window. Randy had reassured her that it was okay and she should take her time in telling her parents, since too much stress wasn't too good for the baby or herself. She had convinced herself that he was just trying to be supportive, but deep down she knew that he loved playing husband and wife, because secretly, she did as well. She let out a sigh before getting up and padding down the hallway of Randy's home in St. Louis. Monday Night RAW was scheduled there tonight live and Randy had insisted that she stay at his home for the week since he would only be working that night , arguing that that's what married couples do. She only rolled her eyes before giving up and conceding to his request. She made her way to the kitchen to grab a bowl of sliced fruit. Focusing herself around nutrition, Trish knew that being pregnant was no excuse for eating like a junky. But she did have those occasional cravings for things she was sure would go to her thighs after the pregnancy was over. Nevertheless, she would treat herself to the not so healthy foods, once in awhile, and to make herself feel better, she would invite Amy, Lisa, and Stacy over to share in the process of gaining fat. Considering the way she looked right now, the other ladies needed some meat on their bones. She plopped down on the sofa and put her feet up on the dark wood coffee table before turning on the big plasma TV. The moment Trish had stepped into Randy's home, she couldn't help but admit that the man had good taste, even in décor, which he swore he did all by himself. The tv hadn't been on for more than 10 minutes before Trish grew tired of watching extremely skinny women prancing around complaining about being fat or needing to go on a diet. Hell, she was just plain tired of seeing beautiful skinny women period. She knew she was being irrational, all the weight she had gain was all due to the pregnancy. If you saw her from the back, you wouldn't even know she was pregnant. And besides, she knew she was going to lose it all after the baby was born because she had every intention of going to the gym and getting back into shape. Just because she was going to be a mother didn't mean she still couldn't look good. Finishing her bowl of fruit, she once again wondered around Randy's bachelor pad, until she came upon a particular door. She stopped hesitantly before opening it and entering. She thought back to her first day here and Randy had shown her the room….
"Hey T, come here, I wanna show you something…" he sounded quite excited and Trish's interests were peaked.
She carefully made her way round the corner and through the hall to stand by his side. He stood in front of the door that had a name plate hanging on the front of the door…except there was no name.
"My…what a beautiful door…lemme guess, Italian wood? Am I right?" she said playfully. Why on earth was he showing her a door?
"No silly, I wanted to show you what's inside…." he opened the door and lead her in. The room was quite big and spacious, and also practically empty. She looked at him in a confused manner and arched a single eyebrow to reflect her confused state. Randy immediately understood that she was waiting for him to elaborate.
"Look…I know you love to decorate, one of your passions outside of the wrestling ring, and I thought since you won't be back for awhile, if you plan to go back at all, that you can do what you love to do….."
Still confused, she opened her mouth to speak, but he silenced her with his finger before continuing.
"I wanted to make this room a nursery for the baby….I mean, I know our situation isn't exactly the most normal, but I was hoping that you and the baby could at least stay here with me on my days off at least….so I wanted to give you this room to do whatever you please with it…I even got some of the essentials, like the rocking char that's in the corner, and I also got baby monitors, and I even put extra shelving in the closet so you have a place for diapers and other accessories…." he trailed off as he noticed the tears slightly falling down her cheeks.
"Oh, sweetie, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you mad, I just thought it would be something nice for you and…and I really want this to work and I don't just mean with the baby, but one thing at a time right?" he reassured her, in a very hopeful manner.
"Randy…I'm not mad, I'm touched that you would do all of this for me, that you would let me invade your masculine home with a nursery….I know how much you're giving up, I know it's not fair but….but you are just amazing…." she trailed off with a little hiccup.
He only smiled before pulling her in for a hug.
"I am not making any sacrifices that I don't wanna make hun, so please stop feeling guilty….now enough with that…I got a whole bunch of catalogs and stuff for you to go through that way you won't have to kill your feet going to the malls, you can just order everything through the catalogue website or by phone….and don't worry about the painting, you just give me the colours and I will paint this room in whatever colour you like…."
"Even orange…" she asked without raising her head off his large chest to look at him.
"Well, maybe be can discuss the colours first if that's okay with you…." he said playfully. It was then that she slightly pulled away and nudged him the stomach before giggling at his response.
"It's a deal…."she said softly.
Trish's reminiscing was interrupted by the sound of the telephone. She quickly scurried over as fast as her feet would take her in order to answer it.
"Hello" she greeted sweetly.
"Hello? Trish…sweetie is that you?" the woman on the other end asked.
"Yup it's me" Trish smiled into the receiver, knowing exactly who it was on the other end.
"Oh sweetie, you sound so alert today, I'm glad….I know how tough it can be being pregnant, you have those on and off days, you just remember that you can ask me or my husband for anything you like, don't be a stranger to the family you know…" the woman said in that sweet motherly voice that Trish had instantly fell in love with. She felt so comfortable with the woman and most importantly, she didn't feel like she was being judged her.
"I know Mrs. Orton…I mean Elaine…sorry, still getting used to the first name basis, and I really do appreciate your offer, I'll definitely take you up on it if the occasion arises…" Trish replied.
"So what can I do you for Elaine….Oh, I'm sorry, you're probably calling for Randy, he's not home yet, he's probably gonna take a shower at the arena before coming back…"
"Oh, okay, but I actually didn't call to talk to Randy, I just called to see how you were doing and to make sure everything was okay with you…I know you're by yourself in the house and especially since you're not from here, I wanted to make sure everything was alright with you…"
"Oh, how thoughtful, but seriously I'm doing good, and Randy will be home soon, so I'll have him to keep me company…Ummm, Elaine, do you mind if I ask you something? And I'm only asking because I feel so comfortable with you…." Trish trailed off.
"Of course honey, ask whatever you like" Randy's mother responded.
"I know this is gonna sound weird, but why are you so nice to me…I mean most women have already called me and slut and accused me of ruining their son's life, but you, you just opened your arms and welcomed me, and you will never know how much that means to me, but I guess my curiosity couldn't keep me quiet from asking you…"
Trish heard the other woman laugh lightly before responding.
"Trish, my son is every bit as much of an adult as you are, and it wouldn't be fair to judge you without judging my son as well. Perhaps I would haven't taken it as well if I didn't know how much my son really loves you and I know he's really trying to make this work…he told me about your relationship earlier on and the whole thing with Gail, who by the way I was never really fond of….but as his mother, I know my son has truly realized his mistakes and that was messing up things with you and I don't blame you for making him work for it…." she laughed lightly. "And I guess the other reason is because of you as a person…there's something about you that myself and my family just fell in love with. As I recall, after meeting you last night, when the both of you left, Bob said that he knew exactly why Randy had fallen so head over heels for you and he also threatened to hurt his son if he managed to mess things up with you…again…"
"Thank you" Trish whispered into the receiver, tears filling her eyes.
"You're welcome sweetie, but if you'll excuse me, I've gotta go now, Bob's niece just had baby of her own and I promised to bake a cake to take over tomorrow when we visit them"
"Oh that's quite alright, and thanks for the talk and by the way, I love vanilla…" Trish giggled into the receiver.
"I'll keep that in mind when it's your turn, you'll have so much, you won't know what to do with it…"Elaine laughed in response. "Take care Trish, and I'll talk to you later…Oh…and tell that son of mine I said hi and I love you…."
"No problem, talk to ya later, bye…" and with that Trish hung up just as Randy walked through the front door.
Trish hopped off the bar stool she had taken a seat on and walked towards the foyer. She saw Randy lock the door and very tiredly drop his bags to the ground, making sure to put it out of the way so that she wouldn't fall over it. He was always doing things like that.
"Tough day?…" Trish asked. Randy looked up to meet the eyes of the blonde beauty before giving her a slight smile and nodded his head vigorously.
"I don't think there's a single bone in my body that isn't aching right now…." he trailed off. "I'm sorry, how was your day…." he asked, much more interested in wanting to know what Trish had done to keep herself busy while he was gone. "Randy don't apologize, you always do that….you don't have to make everything about me, I didn't ask about you to be polite, I asked because I was concerned…" Trish said with a frustrated sigh. She hated the fact that he kept everything to himself, the fact that he felt like he had to walk on eggshells around her, scared of saying something wrong. She knew it was all in good intention, but it made her feel as though he thought she didn't care at all. Just because they weren't together, didn't mean that she still didn't' love him, of course she hadn't told him that, at least not yet, but nonetheless, she still felt it. Her conscious argued that he was no mind reader but Trish wasn't ready yet to tell him how she felt, well…she could admit that she wanted something more from him, and she was ready, but having the courage to do it was a completely different story. She wished more than anything that they were really married and had this wonder, white picket fence life, but Trish knew that she was reason they were both holding back. She was the only person to blame for not being with the man she loved. Obviously, Trish was oblivious to the fact that she had told Randy that she loved him that night at her home, six months ago, after the fiasco at her parents house. Randy hadn't mentioned the incident to her, and had no plans on to either. The confession was enough for his own ears.
"I'm sor….okay, I won't say it. It's just that I know that your condition is difficult and I don't think it's fair to be complaining when you've got 35 pounds attached to your stomach , which I obviously understand that you can't remove, unlike the movies….so I apologize for trying to be considerate…." he hadn't meant to come off so rude but he was having a really bad day and it had something to do with a certain with woman by the name of Gail Kim. The girl just wouldn't quit bothering him. He had immediately turned his back ,heading to the back towards his bedroom, he didn't want to say anything else that might direct his anger at Trish, so he felt it was better to just let it be.
"I uh….I left your dinner in the microwave if umm….if you're still hungry…it's still hot…." she trailed off, she could feel the hot tears spring to her eyes and she was sure it was evident in her voice, even though she tried hard not to make it obvious. Randy stopped in his tracks. 'I'm an asshole' he berated himself. He turned on his heels and headed towards her. He stopped right in front of her, lifting her chin up so that she was looking at him straight in the eyes,
"I'm sorry, I just had a really bad day and I shouldn't have taken it out on you…" he had expected her to just brush it off and shut down but she actually smiled in return…smiled in understanding, before nodding her head,
"It's alright Randy, you're allowed to have bad days, Lord knows that I've had plenty and you know what, you're the one that sat there took all the crap I had to dish out…which by the way, I didn't mean, and to be honest, I don't even remember the things I babble about when I get into one of my moods…" she laughed lightly. "Thank you, for understanding and not shutting me out…."Randy trailed off as Trish grabbed his hand and lead to his bedroom.
"Come here…take off your shirt and lay on your stomach and close your eyes and just relax…" Randy did as he was instructed. Moment later he felt Trish lightly settle herself on the lower end of his back and she began to knead his tight muscles with her tiny hands. He couldn't help the groans that escaped his lips. It felt like heaven, and it was just the perfect medicine after his day at work. The moment was completely relaxed and Trish didn't know what came over her, but she suddenly felt that burst of courage she was hoping for.
"Randy…." she began softly.
"Hmmmmm…"he answered in reply, too wrapped up in his ecstasy to form proper words.
"I was thinking, if we tried really really really hard, I know we can make this work….and I know that I've been the reason that things have been at a stand still….". By this time, Randy's eyes at shot open, intently listening. He tried really hard not to get his hopes up, but her words were sounding very promising.
"And well…." she continued, "if you're still serious about the marriage thing, I'm willing to make it work if you're still willing….". She nervously bit her bottom lip as she waited for him to reply. She was sure she never felt this much anxiety in her entire life. Moments had passed in silence and Trish felt her heart drop, she slowly and quietly shifted herself off of Randy's back so that she was not sitting on the edge of the bed. She wasn't sure if she should let the tears fall now or make a mad dash to the bathroom and lock herself in there and cry like a little baby. Either way, she had to decide quick because she couldn't those tears in for long.
She felt Randy raise himself on to his knees before taking a seat opposite of her. He once again found himself raising her chin so that she can meet his gaze.
"Are you serious?" he asked, his voice was raspy, like someone had just knocked the wind right out of him. Looking straight into his baby blues, she only nodded in response.
"And, you're not suggesting this because you don't wanna tell your family the truth?" he asked cautiously. Randy had instantly wanted to say yes, but the thought had occurred to him and he couldn't give her an answer without knowing for sure that she wanted to do this because she really wanted to do this. After the question left his lips, he could see her face contort in a manner, he was sure she was offended and that relieved him.
"No" she said with conviction. "I hadn't even thought about that….everyday it gets harder Randy, to be with you but not really be with you when I know that that's all I want….is to have you by my side, as a friend, as a lover…as a husband…" she answered shyly. Randy was touched beyond words. For the first time, she was being completely honest with him about where they stood, and she knew exactly what she wanted and Randy wanted the exact same thing.
"And you're positive that this is what you want?" he asked just for reassurance.
"Yes Randy, this is what I want…it took me some time to realize that you really do love me and you weren't just pulling my arm, but I never, not once, did I ever question my love for you…I love you Randy…."her voice was desperate. She was putting it all out there hoping that her risk would pay off…that she could finally be complete.
Randy could feel his own tears well in eyes and he couldn't help it,
"Say it again…please…" he whispered. Trish knew exactly what he wanted from her and without a moment's hesitation she answered,
"I love you". The smile that broke out on Randy's face was beyond magical.
"I love you too….oh wait hold on, we've gotta do this the right way…." he quickly jumped up and moved over to one of his night stands. He opened the drawer and retrieved a small box. Walking back over, he got down on one knee…
"Will you Patricia Stratus, do me the honour of being my wife?"
"In a heartbeat" she replied before he slipped the beautiful diamond cut on her left finger. He got up and grabbed her, lifting her off the ground, giving her a huge hug before placing her back on the ground and catching her lips in the most soul searing kiss imaginable. As she pulled away, he gently lay his forehead against hers,
"I'm not gonna let you down, I promise…." he said.
"Neither will I Randy, neither will I" she whispered back.
They stood there for a few more moments before she pulled away with puzzlement written across her beautiful features.
"Do you just conveniently leave engagement rings in your night stands just in case…." she asked amused. He smiled before playfully tickling her waist.
"No…I actually bought that ring a few weeks before you told me you were pregnant. I know that we weren't together or anything but I saw it in the window of the store and I just immediately thought of you. I couldn't picture any other ring on your finger and I decided to buy it…kinda like a motivation to keep me going and not give up on things with you no matter how hard you made it for me…it kinda represented that commitment that I wanted to have with you….and only you…" he chuckled a bit sheepishly.
"You know Randy, whenever you decide to stop wrestling, I'll definitely put in a good recommendation for you at Hallmark…." she giggled playfully. "You are just too sweet…" she said. His only reply was the soft and romantic kiss he placed on her lips.
"Now how about the rest of that massage?" he asked with a chuckle.
"Hey T, come here, I wanna show you something…" he sounded quite excited and Trish's interests were peaked.
She carefully made her way round the corner and through the hall to stand by his side. He stood in front of the door that had a name plate hanging on the front of the door…except there was no name.
"My…what a beautiful door…lemme guess, Italian wood? Am I right?" she said playfully. Why on earth was he showing her a door?
"No silly, I wanted to show you what's inside…." he opened the door and lead her in. The room was quite big and spacious, and also practically empty. She looked at him in a confused manner and arched a single eyebrow to reflect her confused state. Randy immediately understood that she was waiting for him to elaborate.
"Look…I know you love to decorate, one of your passions outside of the wrestling ring, and I thought since you won't be back for awhile, if you plan to go back at all, that you can do what you love to do….."
Still confused, she opened her mouth to speak, but he silenced her with his finger before continuing.
"I wanted to make this room a nursery for the baby….I mean, I know our situation isn't exactly the most normal, but I was hoping that you and the baby could at least stay here with me on my days off at least….so I wanted to give you this room to do whatever you please with it…I even got some of the essentials, like the rocking char that's in the corner, and I also got baby monitors, and I even put extra shelving in the closet so you have a place for diapers and other accessories…." he trailed off as he noticed the tears slightly falling down her cheeks.
"Oh, sweetie, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you mad, I just thought it would be something nice for you and…and I really want this to work and I don't just mean with the baby, but one thing at a time right?" he reassured her, in a very hopeful manner.
"Randy…I'm not mad, I'm touched that you would do all of this for me, that you would let me invade your masculine home with a nursery….I know how much you're giving up, I know it's not fair but….but you are just amazing…." she trailed off with a little hiccup.
He only smiled before pulling her in for a hug.
"I am not making any sacrifices that I don't wanna make hun, so please stop feeling guilty….now enough with that…I got a whole bunch of catalogs and stuff for you to go through that way you won't have to kill your feet going to the malls, you can just order everything through the catalogue website or by phone….and don't worry about the painting, you just give me the colours and I will paint this room in whatever colour you like…."
"Even orange…" she asked without raising her head off his large chest to look at him.
"Well, maybe be can discuss the colours first if that's okay with you…." he said playfully. It was then that she slightly pulled away and nudged him the stomach before giggling at his response.
"It's a deal…."she said softly.
Trish's reminiscing was interrupted by the sound of the telephone. She quickly scurried over as fast as her feet would take her in order to answer it.
"Hello" she greeted sweetly.
"Hello? Trish…sweetie is that you?" the woman on the other end asked.
"Yup it's me" Trish smiled into the receiver, knowing exactly who it was on the other end.
"Oh sweetie, you sound so alert today, I'm glad….I know how tough it can be being pregnant, you have those on and off days, you just remember that you can ask me or my husband for anything you like, don't be a stranger to the family you know…" the woman said in that sweet motherly voice that Trish had instantly fell in love with. She felt so comfortable with the woman and most importantly, she didn't feel like she was being judged her.
"I know Mrs. Orton…I mean Elaine…sorry, still getting used to the first name basis, and I really do appreciate your offer, I'll definitely take you up on it if the occasion arises…" Trish replied.
"So what can I do you for Elaine….Oh, I'm sorry, you're probably calling for Randy, he's not home yet, he's probably gonna take a shower at the arena before coming back…"
"Oh, okay, but I actually didn't call to talk to Randy, I just called to see how you were doing and to make sure everything was okay with you…I know you're by yourself in the house and especially since you're not from here, I wanted to make sure everything was alright with you…"
"Oh, how thoughtful, but seriously I'm doing good, and Randy will be home soon, so I'll have him to keep me company…Ummm, Elaine, do you mind if I ask you something? And I'm only asking because I feel so comfortable with you…." Trish trailed off.
"Of course honey, ask whatever you like" Randy's mother responded.
"I know this is gonna sound weird, but why are you so nice to me…I mean most women have already called me and slut and accused me of ruining their son's life, but you, you just opened your arms and welcomed me, and you will never know how much that means to me, but I guess my curiosity couldn't keep me quiet from asking you…"
Trish heard the other woman laugh lightly before responding.
"Trish, my son is every bit as much of an adult as you are, and it wouldn't be fair to judge you without judging my son as well. Perhaps I would haven't taken it as well if I didn't know how much my son really loves you and I know he's really trying to make this work…he told me about your relationship earlier on and the whole thing with Gail, who by the way I was never really fond of….but as his mother, I know my son has truly realized his mistakes and that was messing up things with you and I don't blame you for making him work for it…." she laughed lightly. "And I guess the other reason is because of you as a person…there's something about you that myself and my family just fell in love with. As I recall, after meeting you last night, when the both of you left, Bob said that he knew exactly why Randy had fallen so head over heels for you and he also threatened to hurt his son if he managed to mess things up with you…again…"
"Thank you" Trish whispered into the receiver, tears filling her eyes.
"You're welcome sweetie, but if you'll excuse me, I've gotta go now, Bob's niece just had baby of her own and I promised to bake a cake to take over tomorrow when we visit them"
"Oh that's quite alright, and thanks for the talk and by the way, I love vanilla…" Trish giggled into the receiver.
"I'll keep that in mind when it's your turn, you'll have so much, you won't know what to do with it…"Elaine laughed in response. "Take care Trish, and I'll talk to you later…Oh…and tell that son of mine I said hi and I love you…."
"No problem, talk to ya later, bye…" and with that Trish hung up just as Randy walked through the front door.
Trish hopped off the bar stool she had taken a seat on and walked towards the foyer. She saw Randy lock the door and very tiredly drop his bags to the ground, making sure to put it out of the way so that she wouldn't fall over it. He was always doing things like that.
"Tough day?…" Trish asked. Randy looked up to meet the eyes of the blonde beauty before giving her a slight smile and nodded his head vigorously.
"I don't think there's a single bone in my body that isn't aching right now…." he trailed off. "I'm sorry, how was your day…." he asked, much more interested in wanting to know what Trish had done to keep herself busy while he was gone. "Randy don't apologize, you always do that….you don't have to make everything about me, I didn't ask about you to be polite, I asked because I was concerned…" Trish said with a frustrated sigh. She hated the fact that he kept everything to himself, the fact that he felt like he had to walk on eggshells around her, scared of saying something wrong. She knew it was all in good intention, but it made her feel as though he thought she didn't care at all. Just because they weren't together, didn't mean that she still didn't' love him, of course she hadn't told him that, at least not yet, but nonetheless, she still felt it. Her conscious argued that he was no mind reader but Trish wasn't ready yet to tell him how she felt, well…she could admit that she wanted something more from him, and she was ready, but having the courage to do it was a completely different story. She wished more than anything that they were really married and had this wonder, white picket fence life, but Trish knew that she was reason they were both holding back. She was the only person to blame for not being with the man she loved. Obviously, Trish was oblivious to the fact that she had told Randy that she loved him that night at her home, six months ago, after the fiasco at her parents house. Randy hadn't mentioned the incident to her, and had no plans on to either. The confession was enough for his own ears.
"I'm sor….okay, I won't say it. It's just that I know that your condition is difficult and I don't think it's fair to be complaining when you've got 35 pounds attached to your stomach , which I obviously understand that you can't remove, unlike the movies….so I apologize for trying to be considerate…." he hadn't meant to come off so rude but he was having a really bad day and it had something to do with a certain with woman by the name of Gail Kim. The girl just wouldn't quit bothering him. He had immediately turned his back ,heading to the back towards his bedroom, he didn't want to say anything else that might direct his anger at Trish, so he felt it was better to just let it be.
"I uh….I left your dinner in the microwave if umm….if you're still hungry…it's still hot…." she trailed off, she could feel the hot tears spring to her eyes and she was sure it was evident in her voice, even though she tried hard not to make it obvious. Randy stopped in his tracks. 'I'm an asshole' he berated himself. He turned on his heels and headed towards her. He stopped right in front of her, lifting her chin up so that she was looking at him straight in the eyes,
"I'm sorry, I just had a really bad day and I shouldn't have taken it out on you…" he had expected her to just brush it off and shut down but she actually smiled in return…smiled in understanding, before nodding her head,
"It's alright Randy, you're allowed to have bad days, Lord knows that I've had plenty and you know what, you're the one that sat there took all the crap I had to dish out…which by the way, I didn't mean, and to be honest, I don't even remember the things I babble about when I get into one of my moods…" she laughed lightly. "Thank you, for understanding and not shutting me out…."Randy trailed off as Trish grabbed his hand and lead to his bedroom.
"Come here…take off your shirt and lay on your stomach and close your eyes and just relax…" Randy did as he was instructed. Moment later he felt Trish lightly settle herself on the lower end of his back and she began to knead his tight muscles with her tiny hands. He couldn't help the groans that escaped his lips. It felt like heaven, and it was just the perfect medicine after his day at work. The moment was completely relaxed and Trish didn't know what came over her, but she suddenly felt that burst of courage she was hoping for.
"Randy…." she began softly.
"Hmmmmm…"he answered in reply, too wrapped up in his ecstasy to form proper words.
"I was thinking, if we tried really really really hard, I know we can make this work….and I know that I've been the reason that things have been at a stand still….". By this time, Randy's eyes at shot open, intently listening. He tried really hard not to get his hopes up, but her words were sounding very promising.
"And well…." she continued, "if you're still serious about the marriage thing, I'm willing to make it work if you're still willing….". She nervously bit her bottom lip as she waited for him to reply. She was sure she never felt this much anxiety in her entire life. Moments had passed in silence and Trish felt her heart drop, she slowly and quietly shifted herself off of Randy's back so that she was not sitting on the edge of the bed. She wasn't sure if she should let the tears fall now or make a mad dash to the bathroom and lock herself in there and cry like a little baby. Either way, she had to decide quick because she couldn't those tears in for long.
She felt Randy raise himself on to his knees before taking a seat opposite of her. He once again found himself raising her chin so that she can meet his gaze.
"Are you serious?" he asked, his voice was raspy, like someone had just knocked the wind right out of him. Looking straight into his baby blues, she only nodded in response.
"And, you're not suggesting this because you don't wanna tell your family the truth?" he asked cautiously. Randy had instantly wanted to say yes, but the thought had occurred to him and he couldn't give her an answer without knowing for sure that she wanted to do this because she really wanted to do this. After the question left his lips, he could see her face contort in a manner, he was sure she was offended and that relieved him.
"No" she said with conviction. "I hadn't even thought about that….everyday it gets harder Randy, to be with you but not really be with you when I know that that's all I want….is to have you by my side, as a friend, as a lover…as a husband…" she answered shyly. Randy was touched beyond words. For the first time, she was being completely honest with him about where they stood, and she knew exactly what she wanted and Randy wanted the exact same thing.
"And you're positive that this is what you want?" he asked just for reassurance.
"Yes Randy, this is what I want…it took me some time to realize that you really do love me and you weren't just pulling my arm, but I never, not once, did I ever question my love for you…I love you Randy…."her voice was desperate. She was putting it all out there hoping that her risk would pay off…that she could finally be complete.
Randy could feel his own tears well in eyes and he couldn't help it,
"Say it again…please…" he whispered. Trish knew exactly what he wanted from her and without a moment's hesitation she answered,
"I love you". The smile that broke out on Randy's face was beyond magical.
"I love you too….oh wait hold on, we've gotta do this the right way…." he quickly jumped up and moved over to one of his night stands. He opened the drawer and retrieved a small box. Walking back over, he got down on one knee…
"Will you Patricia Stratus, do me the honour of being my wife?"
"In a heartbeat" she replied before he slipped the beautiful diamond cut on her left finger. He got up and grabbed her, lifting her off the ground, giving her a huge hug before placing her back on the ground and catching her lips in the most soul searing kiss imaginable. As she pulled away, he gently lay his forehead against hers,
"I'm not gonna let you down, I promise…." he said.
"Neither will I Randy, neither will I" she whispered back.
They stood there for a few more moments before she pulled away with puzzlement written across her beautiful features.
"Do you just conveniently leave engagement rings in your night stands just in case…." she asked amused. He smiled before playfully tickling her waist.
"No…I actually bought that ring a few weeks before you told me you were pregnant. I know that we weren't together or anything but I saw it in the window of the store and I just immediately thought of you. I couldn't picture any other ring on your finger and I decided to buy it…kinda like a motivation to keep me going and not give up on things with you no matter how hard you made it for me…it kinda represented that commitment that I wanted to have with you….and only you…" he chuckled a bit sheepishly.
"You know Randy, whenever you decide to stop wrestling, I'll definitely put in a good recommendation for you at Hallmark…." she giggled playfully. "You are just too sweet…" she said. His only reply was the soft and romantic kiss he placed on her lips.
"Now how about the rest of that massage?" he asked with a chuckle.