I'm updating this fic early coz I'm leaving on a much-needed road trip with my best friend, since I haven't seen her in ages (we went to different schools in college). So I'm leaving my roommate in our place alone, I actually feel kinda guilty about it, but she pushed me to go on with the trip and her sister's coming over to look after her. Besides, I haven't been in my dad's homeland, so I know it will be interesting. I'm leaving in an hour (YAY!) and I'll be back in two weeks. Germany, here we come! :-) On with the story... as usual, I own nada.

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Date or no date, Randy visited regularly, at least once a week, which was probably more often than he would if we were dating. We were so uncomfortably picture perfect: Alex was sleeping in her bassinet while Randy brewed coffee. I sat by the dining table working on the article I was doing as a guest columnist for the SmackDown magazine. I was still a little bit uneasy with him hanging out all the time, but at least my daughter would grow up knowing her father.

Well, at least my daughter's father looked cute in his white linen shirt tucked in a pair of old Levis that hugged a great piece of ass. His 6'4" frame overwhelmed my tiny kitchen and small living room but he looked too comfortably sure of himself to notice that he could walk across my whole apartment in about five long strides. I tried my best not to be too conscious of his presence, but it wasn't easy to act as if he wasn't there or that I was totally cool about it. I had been staring at the same paragraph for more that twenty minutes already, for God's sake. Concentrate on your article, Stratus, and not on his tight ass.

Because of that new storyline that he's in, Randy had the day off today and he took advantage of that by spending the whole day at my place. It had become a habit for him, calling me that he was free for the evening or that he was leaving the arena early, and would stop by at my place to play with Alex. He tried to be around often. It was getting pleasantly comfortable, actually. I couldn't help but think it funny, that had we been having a serious relationship, perhaps we would actually be living in together, given that we had been dating a while, of course, which didn't actually happen because I got pregnant when we first hooked up. Now that we had a daughter together, he was, in a manner of speaking, just visiting. I was lost in this line of thinking when my phone rang. It was Amy.

"Trish, I can't go with you to Lisa's tomorrow."

"What? Why not?" From the corner of my eye I saw Randy look at me before pouring coffee into mugs. He put half a teaspoon of creamer and two teaspoons of sugar into my mug and nothing on his. It was one of those little things that made me feel like we were a couple—him knowing how I took my coffee, what my favorite ice cream flavor was, my favorite take-out places, what brand of disposable diapers I buy for Alex, and the list went on and on. This couple-like familiarity just happened recently, of course, when Alex arrived. But we're not a couple. Stop thinking that way and concentrate on what Amy is saying.

"Someone screwed with our schedules and I just found out that I need to do a promo in L.A. tomorrow. I'm really sorry. Is it too late to move it?"

"I think so. Lisa told me that she was booked the whole week and I'm not sure I can wait anymore. I guess it's OK to go alone. The baby carrier doubles as a car seat. I can drive to her place. I'll be fine."

"Are you sure?"

Actually, I wasn't sure. Lisa had told me that there were certain massage techniques a partner should learn to ease my back pains and increase my milk supply. "Yup. Don't worry about it."

"OK. Am really, really sorry. Tell me about it, ok?"

"OK, bye."

"What was that about?" Randy asked as he put my mug of coffee beside my laptop. I had read somewhere that a cup of coffee wouldn't affect my milk supply, so I indulged every now and then, as coffee was my addiction, something I couldn't drink at all when I was pregnant.

"I was supposed to go to a breastfeeding coach tomorrow with Amy. She had to back out at the last minute."

"Breastfeeding coach?" Randy tried but could not suppress a smile. "And where is this breastfeeding guru's place?"

"Jersey. What's with the trademark smirk?"

"Nothing. It's just the first time I had heard of such a thing."

"Well, for your information, Randall, it's also called a lactation consultant. So now you know."

"Fine. Want me to go with you?"

I reached for my mug, not wanting to answer the question. It wouldn't hurt to have Randy drive me to Lisa's; in fact, it would be extremely convenient, with the baby and all. "OK, thanks. I appreciate it. The appointment's at three in the afternoon."

"OK. I'll move things around," he said as he reached for his cell phone on the kitchen countertop. "Just be careful not to tell anyone I'm going to a breastfeeding coach or I'll never hear the end of it." He winked at me before speaking into his phone. "Hello, hi Stace. Listen, I can't make it tomorrow. What do you say if we move it to Wednesday? Great. I'll inform him. OK, see you Wednesday."

So he was still with Stacy. It took every ounce of my willpower not to look up from my laptop and ask if they were a couple. But I couldn't help it now, can I? It's been a while since I last heard some RAW locker room gossip.

"You don't need to break a date for this, you know," I said sarcastically.

"It's not a date. Don't worry about it." He then flashed me his pearly whites and leaned back on the couch to drink his coffee. Gee. He sure is smug.

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Hmmm...did you actually believe Randy? Well, I guess you'll just have to wait for the next chapter to find out! :-) I know a lot of you wants to kill me because I had Randy date Stacy and I'm trying to setup Trish with Adam, but I'm begging you, please give them a chance, you'll never know...LOL!Please keep reviewing guys, I'm looking forward to reading it when I get back.