AN: As usual, thank you for the reviews and I'm terribly sorry for the delay but I had some things to take care of that didn't allow me the time to get as much writing as I would have liked to get done. I want to thank all of you who have faithfully reviewed this story. I didn't think that it would be so well received even though I hoped it would and I certainly didn't plan on making it this long...I think I've got a novel on my hands here! LOL. Anyways, there isn't that much more chapters left...I've got maybe one or two and then an epilogue. So again, thank you and I even though this isn't the end for me, I definitely want to encourage all of you Randy/Trish shippers to write more fics. Hey, if it's Randy and Trish...you've got a fan in me.

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Trish heaved a sigh as she took her coat off and threw it on the arm of the sofa, too tired to take the extra effort to hang it up. Tonight had been a hell of a night. Now, she was extremely grateful that Lisa had convinced her to let Emma stay the night with her so Trish could get some rest. Randy walked up behind, quickly grabbing her coat and hanging it up before he approached her. He cautiously put his arm around her tiny waist and rested his chin a top her head. There was no moment of tension or fear…she immediately eased into his touch and Randy's heart did somersaults….she was getting better and there had been no doubt in his mind that she would.

"You've had a long night and I know you must be tired….so why don't we just head up to bed?" Randy suggested softly.

Trish turned in his arms and reluctantly nodded her head and pasted a fake smile on her face. Of course, Randy saw through the façade and he was going to call her on it.

"What's the matter?…I'll understand if you're mad about what I did tonight, even though you said you weren't, I…." Trish silenced him by putting her finger to his lips, signalling him to stop. She shook her head as she mulled over in her head how to proceed with the conversation.

"Honey….it's not that….". Randy gave her an inquisitive look as he mentally thought about all the possible things that could have Trish worried so much that she would want to discuss at that very moment.

"Randy…I know a lot has happened tonight and I would love more than anything to just go to bed and sink into your arms and sleep but despite all that's happened, there is a tiny bit of detail that I can't internally resolve until I clear it up with you….". Her words were tentative and her eyes were full of concern as she looked into her husband's eyes as he gently caressed her bare arms.

Randy sighed and looked down at her petite frame. He knew exactly what she wanted to talk about it, and regardless of all the crap he had gone through tonight, he hadn't forgotten either. He nodded his head and his large hand found her smaller ones and he grabbed on and squeezed.

"I went in for the my results from the test I had taken at the hospital….and the home test was correct….I'm pregnant….". Trish stopped and looked up to see his reaction. His face was blank and she couldn't read a damn thing and that scared the hell out of her. She decided to carry on and finish her thought, knowing that it was the last bit of information that could very well destroy her marriage, depending on how well Randy reacted to the news. She slipped one of her hands out of his larger grip and caressed his chiselled face. The tears sprang to her eyes and a part of her already knew that he knew exactly what she was going to tell him.

"Randy…I'm going to keep this baby….I wanna raise this baby….I can't fathom destroying this child and it may have only been a part of me for a couple of months but I already love this child, just the same as I love Emma…I just….I can't do it and I'll understand if you don't agree with me and if you don't want to be with me because I'm sure this is hard for you as well….". She sniffled a bit, but allowed her tears to trail down her face because she didn't dare break contact with the comfort of his hand or the softness of his gorgeous face. She had memorized every single detail of him…from every chiselled feature of his face to the taught muscles of his abs…yet she was still afraid to let go. There was a silence between them that became more uncomfortable for Trish the longer it went on. She was quickly thinking of things she could say that could illicit some sort of response from Randy but his silence only deepened her fear that he would indeed take his free pass and run with it. Sighing in defeat, Trish broke her gaze away from Randy's and let her hand gently slip from his face. However, Randy quickly took his free hand and grabbed her hand he held it tightly and slightly turned his head to kiss her hand.

"We haven't been through all of this hell so I could walk away….it must be the pregnancy hormones talking, otherwise I would be highly offended…." he chuckled. Trish laughed in relief and a small but genuine smile spread across her face.

"Sweetie….from the moment I read the results of that home pregnancy test, I knew it was right…there was no mistake…It was in that moment I knew that you were going to keep this baby…I know you couldn't kill your own child and know that you had too much love in you not love this child just because of the way he or she was conceived, since there was no possibility that this baby would be mine and every possibility that it was Adam's. I would never dare to ask you to do it either Trish and I would never walk away from everything that we have together because of something so small as this…this baby is pure and it didn't choose how it was come into this world…God doesn't make mistakes and I know that….".

Trish felt her heart burst with pride. He was truly wonderful…beyond that even…she was speechless but all she could do was smile at his sincere words and wipe the tears that were now falling from his captivating blue eyes.

"This baby may not be my blood…but it will be my child in every other way possible and that is what counts….I stood before God and promised to love and cherish and stand by your side for all of the days of my life and so help me God, that's what I'm going to do because I love you and only God himself will ever make me break my promise to you…..". He pulled her closer to him and she buried her head into his chest. They stood there for a long while, not wanting to let go of each other.

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They had finally made it upstairs after the emotionally exhausting conversation and Trish was in dire need of a bubble bath. Randy saw Trish heading towards the bathroom.

"You gonna take a bath?" he asked. She turned around and giggled.

"Yeah, I was thinking bubble bath….wanna join me?" she asked. Randy thought she was joking and opted to send her a sexy wink before taking a couple of long strides before he was right behind her. He snatched her up in his arms and she squealed. He carried her into the bathroom and then set her down. He told her to get ready while he set the bubbles for her. He poured the entire bottle of bubble bath into the Jacuzzi tub since Trish loved a lot of bubbles. When he was finished he conveniently turned around to look for the scented oils that were stocked in the cabinet while Trish, completely nude, stepped into the Jacuzzi and got comfortable. Randy wasn't sure just how ready Trish was in regards to intimacy and he figured that he would continue to be modest of her until she told him any different. He had immediately found the oils but imaginarily pushed around a few objects in the cabinet to buy time, just to ensure that Trish had enough time to settle herself into the tub. He turned around and walked behind her and instructed her to lean back and close her eyes. She did as she was told and she could feel his hands in her hair. At first she wasn't sure what he was doing until she realized that he was putting her hair up so that it didn't get wet. When he was finished, he moved his hand away and Trish felt a sense of loss.

She could smell the aroma of vanilla in the air and mentally inquired about it until she once again felt his touch. Randy rubbed the oil in and began to massage her shoulders and back. He did so silently and gently. She could feel his hot breath on the back of her neck and her senses were highly alert. He massaged her for a good fifteen minutes before he whispered,

"We're all out of vanilla oil…."

Trish smiled and then turned around in the tub, covered in bubbles, to face him. She used her right hand and placed it behind his head before pulling him closer. She leaned in and gave him a sensual kiss and when they finally pulled away for air, she smiled against his lips.

"You are an amazing man and I love you…."

"Of course you do" he cockily. He chuckled and then moved away. To him, this was a potentially dangerous situation…in fact, there wasn't just potential, it was a solid fact that if he stay in the bathroom any longer, he wouldn't be able to control himself and the last thing he wanted was to push her into something that she wasn't ready to do.

'She'll tell me when she's ready' he thought to himself for reassurance. He stood up and gave her a sexy smile before he moved to the bathroom closet to retrieve his black track pants and white wife beat. I'll go change for bed while you enjoy yourself in here. She smiled and nodded her head while she mouthed a "thank you".

Randy laid in bed, eyes wide awake, while he waited for Trish to come to bed. It was only eight minutes ago that he had left her to enjoy her bath but to him, it seemed like forever. He was about to get up and go in, to see if she had fallen asleep or something but he decided to lay in bed and think of a good excuse to be barging in on her. She wasn't made of glass and she reminded people of that all the time. After their encounter in the bathroom, he really wanted to bury himself in her but since he knew he was jumping ahead of himself, he just wanted to hold her…anything to be near her…that's usually how he subdued his growing needs.

A few minutes later, he heard the bathroom door open and his eyes immediately darted in the same direction. His eyes nearly popped out of his sockets as he tried to suppress a groan. Sometimes having an extremely sexy wife could be a curse. There she was, clad in a small fiery red, see-through teddy. The bust area had a gorgeous flower print, where the few flowers were strategically placed to cover all the right places while the remaining of the teddy was plainly see-through. Her small red lacy thong could easily be seen and the teddy barely covered her behind. Randy felt his mouth go dry and he desperately tried to swallow. She walked towards him and climbed into bed, facing him.

"Thank you for the massage…" she said softly.

"You welcome". He wasn't sure if she heard him because he hadn't even heard himself. She pushed herself up on the bed and leaned over him while she playfully ran her hands through his hair.

"I was thinking….." she began.

Randy was able to find his voice again.

"Thinking about what?" he asked curiously.

"Well….I know you've been extremely patient with me with EVERYTHING…" she stressed. "And I know that you've been, well…missing certain companionship and well…I'm ready…." she trailed off as she bit her lip. Now Randy pushed himself up and braced up against the headboard.

"Baby…I'll admit that I have had urges on more than one occasion, in fact, it's like everyday…hey come on…you're only like the sexiest woman alive, I hardly think anyone could blame me…" he chuckled. Trish bowed her head and blushed. He smiled and lifted her chin to meet her eyes.

"You don't need to rush yourself because you feel guilty…I understand Trish and for you, I've got the patience to wait a thousand lives over…but please….try not to take that long….". Trish giggled as she ran a hand through her hair. She sighed and look into his eyes. She licked her lips and got up on her knees.

"Well…we must make a great pair because you my darling….you just so happened to be the sexiest man alive and believe me I'd certainly be lying if I said that I was being completely selfless….". She easily straddled his lap and put her arms around his neck, leaning in so close he could feel her breath against his lips and it was driving him wild.

"Now….do I get to make love to my husband or are you going to make me beg?" she asked seductively.

"Ar…are..y..you sure?" he stammered out. She gave him a mischievous smile and used her tongue to trace the contours of his lips before she fully kissed him on the lips quickly then stopping, but never taking her lips off of his.

"Oh yeah…." she smiled against his lips.

"Thank you God…." he said before he grabbed her and kissed her passionately, flipping her over on the bed so that he was now on top of her. As he kissed her, she slid her hands underneath his wife beater and allowed her hands to roam his abs and chest before she broke away and quickly fiddled with removing his clothes. When she was finished they quickly embraced with another kiss and Randy expertly removed her clothes or lack thereof while still in a heat of passion. His lips reacquainted himself with her entire body while she revelled in his touch and explored his body with her own means. It had been a long time since they were intimate but their escapade was in no way short or to the point. Randy took special care in taking his time so that both could explore one another. For both, the wait was torturous but the skilful techniques of touching, kissing and certainly the tongue techniques certainly made the wait incredibly pleasurable at the same time. When he finally entered her, their rhythm was in sync and eliciting moans from each other and definitely enjoying each other's company. When they finally reached their peak, Randy collapsed on top of Trish and connected with her lips for a soul-searing kiss. He rolled on his back, allowing her to roll on top of him, never breaking the kiss. When they were finally breathless and pulled away, Randy looked at her as he moved a stray hair out of her face.

"I love you…" he whispered hoarsely. Trish's face broke out into a huge smile that couldn't be helped.

"I love you too…and for the record I don't know how I possibly went without you for so damn long" she giggled.

"What can I say? I'm blessed" he chuckled as he brought her closer and she snuggled into him, laying her head on his chiselled chest. He intertwined their hands as they engrossed themselves in conversation. It was kind of weird to Randy because before the Adam incident, he could have sworn he had the best marriage ever, but now that Trish was successfully recovering, he was surprised to see how much better his marriage had become. He didn't think that it was humanly possible, but he was glad nonetheless. It all just proved and showed conviction to how dedicated with each other. Their beginning wasn't a typical fairytale romance or a story that's all that romantic to be telling the grandchildren, but it was their story and he wouldn't change a single moment of it and he was sure Trish wouldn't either. Randy looked down to see the patterned breathing of Trish, informing him that she had fallen asleep. He gently kissed the top of her head and smiled.

God sure did work in mysterious ways.

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Six Months Later…..

Trish waddled around the hallway as she looked for her good friend John. She was now eight months pregnant and very desperate to finally pop the kid out. She had to admit that this pregnancy was worst than Emma's. She seemed to be craving all the wrong foods and she instantly acknowledged that her child was going to be a junkie. She did a pretty good job of resisting the temptations but she was still a very pregnant woman and couldn't help but give in on occasion. It hadn't been many times but she was still sure that it wouldn't be as easy losing the pregnancy weight this time around.

"Looking for someone?" she heard a male voice behind her. She turned around and jumped into his arms. He spun her around and chuckled.

"John….how have you been doing?…..I've been looking all over for you!" Trish said after she gave him a peck on the cheeks.

"Well here I am….where's Randy at?" John inquired looking behind her to see where his best friend was.

"Oh he's parking the car….I've gotta run upstairs and make sure that the bride is ready but I just wanted to see you first to see how you're holding up, especially since I haven't seen you in so long….I guess Dawn's been keeping you pretty busy…" Trish giggled playfully as John gave her a playfully stern look. He put his arm around her shoulders and drew her closer.

"Just between me and you…Dawn thought it was very important that I was just as involved in the wedding plans as she was so being busy wasn't actually a good thing….but you're the only one that knows my secret…." John whispered.

"Make that two of us now…." Randy laughed. John looked up to see his best man Randy donned out in an Armani tux looking as sharp as usual. They both shared a hug and Randy stepped back to take a look at his best friend.

"Looking good….Dawn must have picked it out…." John playfully punched him in the shoulder.

"Very funny…."

"You nervous?" Randy asked smiling. John immediately shook his head 'no' but inside he was apprehensive and it wasn't about marrying Dawn, it was about potentially making a fool of himself in front of hundreds of people if he did something stupid like stammer, or mess up his words or worst, forget them…this was his wedding, if he screwed up, there was no living it down, everyone would remember.

"Well good for you….there's nothing to be worrying about…Dawn's a great girl and you're lucky you grabbed…in fact, I don't know how the two of you landed such intelligent, beautiful and passionate women" Trish laughed.

"It was luck" Randy offered before kissing his wife on the cheek.

"And by the way John…I've already had this talk with Dawn and apparently the wedding date was your choice…I think you picked an especially beautiful time of year…you know the leaves falling, the beautiful colours…oh and not to mention, the soon-to-be wife's maid of honour whose the size of a blimp. I'm starting to worry if anyone will actually see Dawn…." John chuckled and hugged his friend.

"You aren't the size of a blimp and you look good no matter what…." John complimented, surveying the Trish's orchid colour Nu-Georgette top with sash tie accent at the waist. She looked breathtaking and she didn't look much pregnant due to the style of the dress.

"Speaking of your pregnant self…how's the baby doing?" John asked as he instinctively placed a hand on her stomach as he felt the baby kicking. By now, all Randy and Trish's close friends knew the truth about Adam and Trish and that Adam was the biological father of the unborn baby. At first, Trish was convinced that it would take an army or military to stop her friends going to Adam and beating him an inch of his life, much like Randy did, except they would continue the torture before they finished him off. It was quite frightening considering that it was practically the entire RAW and majority of the Smackdown rosters. With lost of argumentative skills and patience and with the eventual rallied support of Amy, Matt, Kurt, Jericho, John and Jay, Trish and Randy were able to convince the others to leave things as they were. It wasn't easy, especially trying to get Amy, Matt, Kurt, Jericho, John, and Jay to agree with her that her way was the best way, but she did and now everyone was peacefully living their lives, the existence of Adam Copeland, a distant memory. Of course Trish and Randy would always remember, but now, it wasn't painful because Trish refused to let Adam win.

Trish snapped out of her reverie when Randy answered the question instead.

"Everything's good, we went for a check-up just this Monday and the doctor said that both the baby and Trish were in excellent health and everything seemed to be going according to how it was predicted". John happily nodded, glad to hear that things were alright.

"Alright boys….I've gotta a bride to help get ready…I am the maid of honour after all…." Trish said before giving John another hug and kiss and moving to her husband to give him a peck on the lips.

"I'll see you guys later…." she called as she waved them off and walked towards the elevator of the expensive hotel where the wedding and reception would be taking place.

After several hours of fussing and perfecting, Dawn was finally ready. Dawn turned to Trish and embraced her in a hug.

"Thank you so much for being my maid of honour…I couldn't think of anyone better for the job…I love you and think….not too long from now, I'm going to be joining you in our circle of wedded friends…." Trish pulled back to see Dawn tearing up. She tried to lighten the situation even though there were tears of her own after hearing Dawn's speech and just seeing her standing there looking gorgeous in her white wedding gown.

"Sweetie, I know this is all emotional and stuff but it took a long time to get your make-up perfect and even though the mascara says waterproof, I don't think your wedding day is the day to be testing the theory…" Trish laughed and Dawn giggled before playfully smacking her in the arm.

"And for the record…" Trish added.

"Our so-called circle of wedding friends….Randy and I are the only one in it….of course after tonight you'll be there as well…then it'll be a circle…." Dawn rolled her eyes before giving Trish a smile.

"Let's not forget Amy's got her wedding coming up as well and soon…." Dawn added.

"How can I forget….I have another maid of honour gig, which of course, I'm delighted….you know I always thought that Amy would get married before me since her and Matt were together for so long…I'm just glad they they're finally making it official…and besides, the fact that I'm the maid of honour and I'll no longer be pregnant doesn't give me an excuse for looking out of shape…in fact, it gives a lot of inspiration to get my butt back in shape with no time to waste!".

"Yeah…well, you still look beautiful…I don't think it's possible for you not to…." Dawn said. Trish gave her an appreciate smile after she looked up from checking the time.

"Alright Miss…time to get you married…." Trish squealed in delight as she linked arms with Dawn and they made their way down to the wedding hall.

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Randy and Trish swayed to the music as they looked on in each other's eyes. The wedding ceremony was beautiful and Randy found himself remembering his own wedding to Trish. It didn't seem that long ago but at the same time it did…the familiarly and comfortable domestic life of their family seem to take years for others to establish but not for them…it was second nature for them being together.

"They look so happy…" Trish marvelled. Randy looked John and Dawn's way as they talked to each other while swaying to the music.

"Have I told you how much I love you lately?" Randy asked with a smile.

"You never let me forget" Trish responded with a smile.

"Good".

Trish's eyes darted to the McMahon table and she noticed that Stephanie and Paul had just finished their dance and went to sit with her parents. She also noticed Emma being showered with plenty of attention as she was constantly being handed back and forth between Vince and Linda. Even Shane and Marissa had taken their turns while they tried to play matchmaker with Emma and their little son.

"Look over there…" Trish said pointing with her eyes. Randy glanced over to see Emma and Shane's little son Mathew, playing with each other. Now that Emma was almost a year and a half, she was moving around plenty and she didn't like to be left behind. Thankfully John and Dawn had insisted that Emma come because according to them, the night wouldn't be complete without their favourite niece there.

"Babe I think we should get going" Trish suggested as the last song of the night ended and everyone was getting ready to leave.

"My feet are aching…" Trish said.

"Would you like me to carry you?" Randy asked with a raised eyebrow. Trish giggled.

"No…that's okay and besides, I'm sure Emma will insist on being carried out of here and I don't wanna hassle you…you know with how much Emma weighs and all…" Randy laughed and gave his wife a kiss. They walked towards the newlyweds and bid their goodbyes as well as making their rounds to all of their other friends in attendance.

"Alright time to say bye Emma". Emma looked up from Paul's lap as Stephanie was having a conversation with her in baby talk…which Emma found highly amusing.

"You guys…she's so adorable, I'm tempted to steal her…" Stephanie said as she grabbed Emma from Paul and gave her a sweet kiss on the cheek.

"She certainly is adorable" Linda said while Vince laughed in agreement as he watched Emma play with Stephanie's hair, at the same time, messing up her hairstyle. After several minutes of conversation, they all said goodbye and everyone was on their way home.

Randy had Emma in one hand as he held on to his pregnant wife's hand while they waited outside for the valet to return with their car.

"So when do we do this again?" Randy smirked.

"Well next is Amy and Matt's and that's in April….we've got plenty of time to recuperate from this one".

"Good….so how tired are you?" Randy asked suggestively.

Trish raised an eyebrow at him.

"Why…what do you have in mind?" Trish asked as he purposefully looked down at herself to remind herself that she wasn't in any condition to be getting her freak on with him.

"Relax…I was thinking a nice bubble bath…together…" he said with a smirk.

Trish looked up at him with a smirk of her own.

"I like the way you think Mr. Orton….I love how you think….".