A/N: So I have a new chapter up (patting myself on the back)… I actually finished this chapter long before the Christmas holidays and I was supposed to post this earlier as a Christmas gift to all my loyal reviewers (thanks for the review guys, and ok, I won't ditch this fic…), but then, lo and behold, my phone line broke down and I couldn't connect to the net. It was repaired just this morning so here it is guys, the 10th chapter… Enjoy! And as usual, I own nothing, yada, yada, yada…

As usual, Randy was on time. When I opened the door, there he was, smelling good as usual, with a six-pack Coke Light in hand.

"Smells good in here," he said while giving me a kiss on the cheek. "Did you cook?"

"A bit. Amy helped me." I got the Coke from his hand and put it in the fridge. "I'm the only one having this tonight because I got you a bottle of wine."

"Wow. What's the occasion?"

"Nothing, maybe we can celebrate the fact that I'm about to re-join the workforce."

"Hmmm, that… sounds suspicious. But I guess we can't deny your fans of your presence for so long now, can we? Let's talk about that later. I'm starved and my God, this looks great." Randy approached the table where I had laid out the huge chunks of focaccia in a basket. On its side was my olive oil vinagrette. I had a small plate of warm crostini waiting, a small soup tureen—on loan from Amy—the soup and a big bowl of linguine with pesto sauce. I had two wine glasses. The wine was on the table with a Swiss knife next to it as I had forgotten to buy a corkscrew.

After a slow survey of the table, Randy walked over to me and gave me a sideways hug and a kiss on forehead. My heart skipped a beat. I felt an enormous sense of pride. Amy didn't think I could pull it off. But the menu was simple enough for an idiot and yet still special. Best of all, they didn't come in boxes or plastic bags.

Randy and me ate heartily. When it was time for coffee, and he was sufficiently wowed by the store-bought dessert, I brought it up. "Are you going to be busy next week?"

"Am I going to hear the bad news now?" he said, smiling.

"SmackDown is having an Australian tour next week, and Vince wants me to make my comeback there."

"Umm-hmmm…"

"And I, well, I need someone I can trust to watch over Alex."

"How long?"

"Three days."

"Three days! Are you serious? How come I never heard about this?"

"Maybe because of the fact that you pay more attention to what's happening in your brand. Please? It's just three days," I said, almost begging.

"Who will you be with?"

I rolled my eyes. "The whole SmackDown roster, plus the production staff. Geez, you sound like my mom."

"Well," Randy sipped his coffee slowly, not looking up. "Maybe I can spend more time with my daughter."

"Oh, thank you."

"On one condition," he grinned mischievously.

"What?"

"You have to make me another dinner like this when you get back."

"No problem."

All that time, Alex had been safely tucked away in my room. I had the baby monitor out so that I would be able to hear Alex cry. Suddenly, from the parent unit's speaker we heard what seemed to be a whimper, then Alex's loud screams, and her cries getting louder and more frantic with each second.

We both got up from our seats and between ourselves almost tripped as we rushed to the room. When we got there Alex was crying so hard, tears rolled down her temples. So I picked her up and began to rock her. Alex didn't stop crying. "I think she's hungry."

Without thinking I sat on the bed and unbuttoned my top. Then in one swift movement I unclasped the front of my sports bra. I lifted Alex to my right breast, forgetting for a moment that Randy was watching. When I finally realized that Randy was still in the room, Alex had stopped crying and had begun sucking on my nipple.

Randy has stopped to watch for a few seconds before leaving the room. He returned with a medium-sized bottle of olive oil I had purchased to make our meal. Randy rubbed some on his hands then he sat behind me. With both hands, he began to slowly rub my nape, using the technique he had learned from the lactation consultant. From my neck, Randy began to work on my exposed shoulder, pressing gently as his hands eased down from the nape to my tense shoulder muscles, lowering the bra strap that got in the way.

"How does that feel?" Randy asked.

"It feels really good," I said. I moved my head left and right to remove the knots on my neck. I didn't realize that all the chopping, cooking and breastfeeding made my back ache and my shoulders stiffen. In the meantime, Alex had slowly calmed down, happily drinking her milk, until she finally drifted away into a peaceful slumber.

Although Alex had fallen asleep, Randy was not yet done with the massage. He had lowered my top from behind and proceeded to remove my bra. "Why don't you put Alex back to bed?"

My heart beat faster but I got up and did as I was told, putting the baby in the bassinet. When Alex stirred, I patted her gently to lull her back. It took me a few seconds before I was fully convinced that Alex was fast asleep.

"Come back to bed, Trish," Randy called.

"Can I ask you a question first?" I whispered, my eyes still on Alex.

"Shoot."

"Well, um, I was wondering if you were seeing someone else? Like, Stacy Keibler?"

"Come here, Trish," Randy said, his voice soft and tender. I went back to where Randy sat, my back to him. He hugged me from behind and whispered, his lips touching my left ear as he spoke. "Stacy and I spend a lot of time together because of our existing story line. Our relationship is very professional, and personally, we have nothing going on. When RAW's off the air, so is our 'relationship'. That's all."

"So she's not you girlfriend?"

"Nope."

"Hmm." I closed my eyes and smiled to myself.

"Hmm," he whispered. He lowered my top all the way down, gently coaxing me to remove my shirt altogether. He then started rubbing my other shoulder, lowering the other bra strap as his hands worked their way down to my upper arm. He then removed my bra away. Slowly, he began to move his hands towards my back, beginning from the base of my neck and then along my spine. His fingers traveled down, down until the small of my back and the lower still. Not until his fingers reached the edge of my panties did the other hand follow the same path. Randy's hands were warm and gentle, the oil making them glide down my body in a smooth, slow caress. I involuntarily leaned back and let out a soft moan. At that, Randy moved closer to kiss the back of my neck, his hands closing over my waist, moving in until they met over my belly. Slowly, his hands moved up my breasts, and holding a breast in each hand, he caressed each one in a gentle, oily massage. I leaned further back until my body touched Randy's and I was almost fully reclined. I then turned my head to meet Randy's lips. As we kissed, Randy's hands moved down my pants, unbuttoning, unzipping, then probing. Our kiss deepened.

I knew I wasn't supposed to be doing this but it felt irresistible. Randy's hands moved slowly and deliberately, blocking any thought in my mind other than his hands on my body, his lips on my mouth, my neck, my shoulders, my breasts. Nothing else seemed to matter than this moment with Randy, until he whispered, "Are you on the pill?"

"What?" I was confused.

"Are you on the pill?" Randy asked again, smiling.

"Uh, no." I looked at him. Are we going to stop? I didn't want to but we probably had no choice. Oh, man.

"OK. Don't worry." Randy kissed me on the forehead and fumbled for his wallet where he kept a condom. I couldn't help laughing. We kissed again and finished making love like, probably how an old married couple did—familiar and comfortable, which was not half as bad as it sounded if that was what we wanted. What was it that I wanted anyway? I couldn't find the answer to the question before I drifted off to sleep in Randy's arms.

A/N: So does this mean that Randy and Trish are officially back together?!? (evil grin)… I guess you just have to wait for the next chapter to find out! Please, review… and Happy Holidays! :-P