While Trish was attending the diva meeting, Randy headed back to the hotel to set things up for their evening together. He ordered room service with champagne and strawberries. The strawberries were surrounded with several different types of dipping sauces. There were chocolate, strawberry and caramel sauces along with whipped cream. Trish definitely had a sweet tooth and Randy aimed to please. Everything was chilling on a small cart that was decorated with a dozen red roses and two vanilla scented candles that lit up the room.
About a half hour later, Trish arrived back at the hotel. She couldn't wait to feel her man's arms wrapped around her slender waist. Her body was aching from head to toe and a nice hot bubble bath was just what she needed.
Trish slid her card through the slot on the door and entered the room, the scent of vanilla tickling her nose. She caught sight of the tray of champagne and strawberries. As usual Randy had thought of everything. A nice glass of wine would hit the spot, she thought.
Randy walked up behind his girlfriend, wrapping his arms around her waist, placing a soft kiss on the nape of her neck. "Welcome home sweetie," he whispered into her ear causing goose bumps to form on her creamy skin.
"Oh baby, I am so happy to be home. I honestly didn't think this night would ever end."
"Well I have exactly what you need to unwind right here," he stated seductively.
Randy took Trish by the hand, leading her over to the couch. He took a seat on it and spread his legs opened and patted the seat in front of him. He took her sweater off and placed it on the couch next to him. She sat silently knowing exactly what he was going to do. This was going to feel great, she thought.
Randy placed his hands gently on her shoulders and started to massage. He could feel the tightness in her muscles and knew that this was just what she needed. Many sounds escaped the back of Trish's throat, none of them coherent. Randy certainly had a way with his hands. He worked his way from her shoulders down her back, over her arms leaving no place untouched. Trish had died and gone to heaven. The massage was better than sex. Well, not really but pretty close to it.
Randy grabbed a hair tie and wrapped up Trish's hair into a bun to get it out of the way. Then he went to work on her tender neck. He knew that it had been bugging her recently, even though she had not mentioned it. He was extra careful as he massaged and kneaded, showing great care. She wondered how he knew to be gentle but didn't say anything. He really did amaze her in every way.
When he was done he placed another soft kiss on her neck then whispered into her ear again. "Why don't I get you out of these clothes and into the bathtub?"
Trish swallowed hard, feeling that familiar ache deep down inside. Just the thought of his hands all over her body drove her insane. Trish simply nodded in agreement, no words coming to mind at the moment. Randy led her into the bathroom and began to fill the tub.
He checked to make sure the water was the perfect temperature then added Trish's favorite scent of Jasmine to it. Randy simply stared at the beauty in front of him, wanting to savor every moment that he got to spend with her. There lives were so hectic and just being with her like this made everything else seem miniscule. Yes he loved his career but the thought of someday settling down and starting a family made his heart sore. He hoped that he and Trish would still be together when he was ready because he couldn't imagine not having her in his life.
Randy began removing her top, kissing each newly exposed piece of flesh after each button was opened. He did this at a torturously slow pace, swirling his tongue around in a circle then finishing it off with a kiss. The unhurried pace causing her to go deliciously achy inside.
When her shirt was finally removed he knelt down in from of her and began to do the same thing with her jeans. He undid the top button and placed a feather kiss on her belly. He unzipped her jeans and slid them down her legs, again kissing each thigh, left then right, as more flesh was exposed. When her jeans were pooled around her feet she stepped out of them allowing Randy to toss them into the pile of her clothing that was beginning to form on the floor.
Randy again gazed at her from head to toe, drinking in the beauty that was Trish Stratus. He often wondered why such a beautiful creature was with the likes of him. "God you are breathtaking," he whispered before capturing her full lips with his own. The kiss was soft and unhurried at first but quickly turning wanton and needy. Randy broke the kiss abruptly. As much as he wanted to ravage her right there, he had promised himself that he was going to take things slowly.
Randy gave Trish a kiss on the cheek and told her to get into the tub and wait for him. He made his way into the other room and removed his clothing, wrapping a towel around his waist. He rolled the dessert tray into the bathroom and set the wine glasses on the side of the Jacuzzi Bathtub. Trish had forgotten all about the desserts that he had selected for them and couldn't wait to sink her teeth into the succulent strawberries. Randy certainly knew all of her favorites.
He set the strawberries and the dipping sauces around the sides of the tub as well. He filled both their wine glasses with the chilled champagne then removed his towel, quickly getting into the tub to join his diva. Randy handed one of the glasses to Trish then took the other in his hand taking a sip. He grabbed one of the huge strawberries and dipped it into the caramel sauce and fed it to Trish. She used her tongue to try and get some of the sauce that dripped off of her lips and down her chin.
"Here let me get that babe." Randy leaned over towards her, eying her seductively. He gently crushed his lips into hers stealing a kiss before licking the sauce off of her lips and face. "There, I think I got it all," he whispered softly in her ear causing chills to go up and down her spine. They continued to feed each other the strawberries while polishing off the entire bottle of champagne. "Wow babe, I can't believe we drank all of this. Let me go and order another bottle. I don't want this to end yet. I am enjoying myself too much."
Randy got out of the tub, wrapped the towel around his waist and headed into the other room to have another bottle of champagne sent up. While he was at it, he ordered some more strawberries. Randy found his robe and put it on so he could answer the door when room service showed up.
As soon as he finished putting it on there was a knock at the door. He walked over to the door at a hurried pace, wanting to get back to Trish as quickly as possible. "Boy you guys really are qui…" When he opened the door he found something he did not expect on the other side.
"Stacy?" Stacy was standing on the other side of the door with tears running down her cheeks. "What's wrong honey?" Randy placed his arm around her and guided her inside. He didn't know what to do or what to say. He felt a bit awkward standing there in just a robe with nothing on underneath. "Let me go and get Trish. She will know what to do." Stacy simply nodded, too broken up to say anything.
Randy entered the bathroom with a disappointed look on his face. "Baby, I am afraid we are going to have to reschedule this for another time." Trish glanced up at him, a wistful look upon her face, "Why?" He hated to see the sad look in Trish's eyes but he knew that it would only get worse once she realized that her best friend was in the other room crying. "Baby, Stacy is here and she doesn't look to good," he stated candidly.
Trish got out of the tub and put her robe on quickly, practically running into the other room. "Oh My God Stace," she cried. "What's wrong honey?" Trish pulled her best friend into a hug, allowing her to let everything out. "It's alright," she cooed. "You let it all out sweetie." Trish rubbed her head trying to support her in every way that she could. It was usually Trish that was the one crying in her arms. She wondered what could possibly have gotten Stacy so upset.
Once Stacy settled down a bit Trish decided to find out what had caused her best friend to break down like this. This was so unlike her. "Stacy honey, what's wrong? Did you and Adam have a fight?"
Stacy wiped the remaining tears from her eyes, a gasp escaping her throat as the realization of the situation washed over her. "Oh My God Trish, it is horrible. Adam…Adam…Oh God I can't even say it."
Trish didn't know what to think. She couldn't imagine Adam breaking up with her. She wondered what could have happened to cause the breakup if that is what happened. "He didn't break up with you did he sweetie?" Stacy shook her head as the tears began to fall again. "It's worse than that Trish."
Randy was in the bedroom trying to give the ladies their space but overheard Stacy's last comment. He came out of the room, a look of great concern on his face. "Stacy honey, he didn't hit you did he?" Stacy shook her head again, the tears still pouring down her cheeks.
"Well thank God for that," he stated, breathing a sigh of relief. "I am sorry I bothered you girls. I was just concerned. I won't bother you again." Trish thanked Randy for caring for her friend, giving him a quick kiss before he exited the room again.
Trish stroked Stacy's head again, hoping that she would calm down enough to tell her what was wrong. She was not getting anywhere playing guessing games. "Sweetie please, you have to tell me what's wrong before I can help you."
Stacy wiped her eyes once again and began to speak. "I overheard Adam talking to Chris and Jay earlier and he was telling them how he didn't think he could father a child. He said that he didn't have the best relationship with his dad and didn't really know if he ever wanted to have any of his own."
Trish took her into her arms again. "Honey, I am sure he didn't mean that. Men always say stuff like that until they have children of their own and then once that baby is born they turn into a pile of mush. Anyway, how do you feel about having kids Stace? I am sure you are not ready to have kids yet right? I mean, you are still so young.
Stacy cut her off before she went on any further. She just wanted to get it out before she changed her mind. "Trish, it doesn't matter what I think anymore. I am pregnant."
"Oh my God you are?" Trish pulled Stacy into another hug. "Stacy that is wonderful news. I mean wow, seriously that is great."
Stacy smiled weakly, still not so sure about everything. "I don't know what to think about it yet Trish. I mean, Adam and I have always been so careful. What is going to happen to my career? McMahon will definitely fire me."
"Sweetie, Vince is not going to fire you. You will just need to take some time off that's all."
"Really? You don't think he will get rid of me?"
"Of course not," Trish stated honestly. You are just as valuable to this company as anyone else is. Don't even worry about it. Once you start showing you can just take some time off and then when you have the baby you can come back to work. They have an excellent daycare program here."
Stacy was starting to feel better all ready. She knew she did the right thing by coming to Trish. "Trish, you really are the best. You have made me feel a thousand times better."
Trish grabbed her by the shoulders and looked directly into her eyes. "But Stacy, you have to tell Adam. As much as it scares you and after what you overheard I wouldn't blame you for running for the hills. But seriously, he needs to know honey. You may be very surprised at the outcome. I am willing to bet that he jumps up and down with excitement. It is not every day that a man becomes a father."
Stacy knew that Trish was right. She just had to get the courage to do it. "Thanks Trish, you really are the best friend any girl could have." The girls hugged and Stacy was on her way.