A/N: Am back with an update! :-) I hope you guys aren't getting tired of this fic, seeing that I only had a few reviews on my last chapter… Just tell me if I should ditch this, ok? :-) hehe… Hope you guys like this next chappy, as usual, I own nothing…

I really needed a nanny soon. The SmackDown Australia tour was less than a week away and I had no one. If I wanted to bring the baby I would still need help. I needed a nanny soon or I wouldn't be able to go at all, and for all I know it might just cost me my job. I had interviewed a couple that Amy's older sister recommended but neither of them could do it.

Now that I was desperate, I wondered if Randy would take Alex in for a couple of days, but how would that be possible? He also had a job. But surely he could work something out, it was only for two days, three at the most. It was a mess but I refused to believe that I had to put my life on hold just because I had a child. I just had to figure things out.

Randy was my last chance. He had been so helpful, three days in a row would probably not be such a big deal, or would it? Alex was almost four months old. She could hold her head up, even support it with her forearms in a prone position. She coos and smiles when spoken to, she's adorable. Who wouldn't want to be in the company of this baby for a mere three days? Besides, Randy was always saying that he misses the baby. He always says he wished he could spend more time with her than just a few hours a few times a week. Was it too much to ask? I'm going to give it a try. I grabbed my phone and dialed Randy's number.

"Hi Trish," he said.

"Hey there. Are you free next week?" I asked.

"Why? Are you asking me out?" he said playfully.

Not really. I was about to tell him this when a little voice in my head said that I should lighten up and make it more difficult for him to refuse. Why not?

"Sure. I know you can't get enough of my home cooking," I joked.

"Yup, I just love your authentic Chinese and Japanese dishes!" Hmm… what a smart-ass.

"How about tomorrow night? My place as usual."

"Sure, I'll bring the non-alcoholic beverage."

"Great! OK, bye," I said as I put down the phone. I was going to show him that I could come up with a spread in 24 hours! I had to call Amy.

"Amy!" I screamed as soon as Amy picked up.

"Yes Trish, you screamed?"

"I need you to teach me how to cook."

"Sure. It's about time you learned."

"Today."

"What?! Are you joking?" Amy laughed. "I couldn't make you a chef if I had ten years to do it."

"That's not true. Besides, you don't have to have me doing everything from scratch. I mean, it's the era of instants and the microwave oven. I should be able to come up with something decent."

"People study years to be chefs, you know. You're asking for a miracle. What's the big occasion anyway?"

"Well, you know I don't have a nanny yet, right? So, I'm going to ask Randy to baby sit while I'm in Australia for three days next week."

"You're going to cook for Randy? I don't know if that's worth the effort. Now, if it were for Adam, that's another story."

"Do you want to baby sit for me next week?"

"I love Alex but I have my hands full with promos and stuff."

"I thought so. You'll help me then?"

"I don't see why you have to go to such lengths though. He's used to take-outs when he's over at your place."

"It should be a task that's hard to refuse."

"Fine," Amy sighed. "I'll think of something. I'll come over in a bit."

"Thanks, Amy. I owe you."

"As usual. Gosh, for Randy no less." And she hung up at that. Now all I had to do was fix up my apartment. I looked at Alex who was staring back at me.

"Hey, Alex," I said to her. "Do you want to help mom make the place look awesome?" Alex smiled up at me and cooed. "Great." I went into the nursery and looked for the Snugli, a knapsack-like carrier which would strap Alex against my body, leaving both my hands free… to buy some flowers, to get a bottle of Merlot, and a set of dishes—white ones. I read in a wedding magazine it was a good idea to start with a white set, that way one could always add to the set and it would always go together. See, I knew something about keeping house. Besides, I was getting tired of eating from Styrofoam boxes and paper plates, and I hated the way plastic forks kept breaking on me.

If I had gotten married before having the baby, I wouldn't have to buy my own. People would have given me these things as presents. Now I had to buy silverware, too. Hmm, it's a whole production. I looked at Alex bouncing happily on my tummy as I walked down the street. Alex looked adorable in her black RKO baseball cap, something Randy had custom-made for her. Some fans that recognized me stopped to ask what's the name of my "nephew" because of the cap, but it was definitely better than anything with flowers, ribbon or lace. Thinking back to the stuff I needed, I figured I would have to arrange for delivery with the store, since I can't carry everything and I'm usually scared to drive alone with Alex. I hailed a cab for the short ride to the mall.

I started early the next day. I had already cut the white carnations I bought the previous day and arranged them in a vase at the dinner table. I fluffed the pillows on the couch and changed the busted yellow lights connected to the dimmer. While at the grocery, I had called Amy about making a mini Italian feast. So between phone calls and text messages, I had bought focaccia bread, which I would heat in my oven. Amy had told me to buy some olive oil, balsamic vinegar and dried herbs like rosemary and thyme to make un-emulsified vinagrette in which to dip the warm bread. That was impressive enough for me but Amy told me to make crostini as well by taking wheat bread that I was supposed to cut into fancy shapes (in this case small triangles; Amy had suggested using cookie cutters, which sounded intimidating to me) then top them with slices of gruyere cheese, fillets of anchovies and grilled red pepper. Amy was going to help me make a tomato soup from cans of peeled plum tomatoes. And to prove that she was indeed a good friend, Amy was going to bring over some homemade pesto in which I was just supposed to toss the linguine that I was going to boil in my new pasta boiler. Whew. That and some fresh Parmesan cheese to be grated over the pasta and I was all set.

While at the store, I had tossed in a three-quart boiler and steamer into my cart already full of starter sets (starter dishes, starter silver and two new wine glasses). Amy said I absolutely needed the thing. In between shopping, I took a break at Starbucks to get a latte for myself and give Alex the bottled breast milk that I had stored in a small, insulated bag that fit in my purse. The day was just super.

Amy arrived that afternoon with a jar of pesto and two slices of New York cheesecake (Amy had advised me to tackle desserts some other day) and a renewed sense of optimism. "So, why the sudden desire to cook?"

I was already at work cutting the bread. I had already bathed and fed Alex so she was in the middle of her mid afternoon nap. "I don't know. Aside from the fact that I really need Randy to watch over Alex, I just thought it's about time… you know, it's about time… I grow up, stop living like I was still in a college dorm."

"If I didn't know any better I'd say you're trying to seduce Randy."

"Am not." Amy was arranging the crostini on the oven's small tray when she gave me the look. I avoided her eyes, keeping my eyes glued to the pot of tomato soup I was stirring. "I'm just glad he's around, that he didn't abandon me with a kid and all."

"You have to remember that he didn't abandon his kid, not that he didn't abandon you, having a kid and all."

"Yeah, that's right."

"I'm sorry, Trish. But keep it in perspective, OK?"

"I will."

A/N: So, how was it? I'll try to update as soon as I can, but I have been pretty busy lately, since I just came back from my long vacation and now I just started to go back to school again… please review! And thanks to everyone who has been reviewing my previous chapters, you guys really inspire me!