A/N: Sigh I'm almost done with my two fics… kinda sad, but hey, another excuse for me to start my new one! I hope you guys like this next chappy, and thanks for reviewing it so far… you guys are the best! On with the story, I own nothing, as usual.

The next day went by a blur. I got up, headed with Dawn to the arena where we had our final run through of our matches that night. My big comeback was a huge success, I won by three count over Jackie right after I did the Stratusfaction. I was pleased by the reaction of the fans, I was glad that they were happy that Trish Stratus was finally back in action.

We were celebrating with the whole SmackDown roster in a bar near the arena and I was hanging out with Dawn and John drinking wine when Adam approached me. I haven't talked to him the whole day because of the craziness that went backstage.

"You look beat," he said.

"I am, but I love it. I think I could do this forever, except when I finally settle down when I get married," I said with a smile.

"Aha," Adam exclaimed. "You said 'when' not 'if'."

"Oh, yeah," I smiled broadly. "It must be a Freudian slip. I guess deep down I do want to end up with someone and not be a temperamental ol' spinster."

Adam sat down next to me. "Do you have someone in mind?"

"Hmmm," I closed my eyes picturing Randy at home rocking my daughter to sleep. Then I saw, in my mind's eye, Randy playing with a much bigger Alex, teaching her lessons, bringing her to school. Then the picture showed a much older Randy, walking Alex down the aisle to give her away. It seemed like a long time ago when I knew I didn't want to marry for the wrong reasons. Now it seemed like there were all the reasons in the world for me to pack my bags and go home.

I thought of the evening when we made love and wondered if Randy felt the same way as I did because, truth be told, my heart was frantically buzzing me the answer like an overexcited contestant waiting to be acknowledged—and all because I had the right answer: Randy, Randy, Randy! Then I remembered all those times I told him not to feel obligated about being a father, that I could take care of myself and of Alex but he insisted on being around, having a contract drawn to boot! I wondered of any of all that was on account of me and not just because of Alex.

I was going to see if we could make a go at it, the "it" not necessarily being marriage. Though that would not be a bad idea at all. Yup, it wouldn't be a horrible thing to be married if it happened for the right reasons. And now, all the reasons were telling me to choose Randy, if he would choose me too, that is. And something in my heart told me that I had a pretty good chance with the guy. When I opened my eyes, tears started to fall down my cheeks. I wiped them away with the back of my hand.

"Something tells me you have someone in mind," Adam smiled. He then traced the trail of a teardrop on my face with a forefinger.

"I'm just emotional about my comeback," I said.

"To you, may you have all the happiness in the world," he said, raising his glass.

"To me," I agreed. We clinked our glasses in a toast and smiled. I was going to work at being the brave, go-getter Trish I had always known—in a mommy-like manner of course. I was going to work on being happy, that was a vow I intended to keep. And I sipped my wine in quiet celebration.

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