A/N: Finally some spare time! Oh yea, I forgot to mention this in previous issues, Sara does have an agent/manager/PR person, it's Andrea. Sara just hired Andrea to do that job, thought I'd fill y'all in so no one gets totally lost! On wit da story!

Getting back in the Groove

Sara's POV:

I'd only gotten about 2 hours of sleep last night, but I still felt more awake than I've felt in a long time! It was only 7:30 in the morning, and I had been awake for about a half hour. I had called Andrea, and let her know that I had to be in Connecticut tomorrow and since she's now my agent chick, that she had to be there too. Now, I didn't just hire Andrea to be my agent because she's my friend, or the fact that she's miserable now that Chris is back in Iraq. I hired her because she's actually really good with those sorts of things. Until he comes back, Andrea is going to be staying with Jenna, at her new apartment

Oh yea, Chris got reassigned to Iraq, but not on the front lines. He's stationed at some camp, working with supplies until his leg is perfectly fine. He's supposedly going to be gone for almost 2 years! I got to say good-bye to him on the phone, because it was a sudden assignment, and he wouldn't have time to come see us before he left. Him and Andrea made a quick stop to the county office, and got married by a judge just a day before he got shipped off. Not exactly the wedding they both wanted, but at least they're married now.

Anyways, I had called the airport before calling Andrea, and my flight left at 5:30 tomorrow morning and then arrived in New York around 8. Andrea's flight would get in at 8:30, and then we'd both take the 50-minute drive to Stamford, the WWE's headquarters. A 5:30 A.M. flight meant that I had to be at the airport by 4:30. Oh man, that's so early!

John was still asleep, and I wasn't going to bother getting him up yet. I decided to make an attempt at making breakfast, which wouldn't be too easy. I'm not much of a cook, in fact John's a better cook than I am, if that's saying anything! I decided to change into something different, because I was wearing one of John's jerseys, and didn't think that John would like to have his beloved Milwaukee Bucks jersey covered in pancake batter! I changed into a tank top and a pair of my tiny terry cloth shorts, and then went back into the kitchen. I turned the radio on (yes we have a radio in our kitchen!) and then pulled out a box of pancake mix. I studied the directions, and then added the milk, eggs, and other ingredients and then poured it into the pan. This wasn't so hard after all! I had managed to successfully make three pancakes, and was in the process of making some more when I accidentally knocked the batter cowl off the counter and onto the floor!

"Shoot, I can't believe I just did that!" I exclaimed to myself. I shook my head and went to grab the little swiffer wet jet mop thing. I took the remaining two pancakes out of the pan, and put the pan in the sink. Then I started to clean up my mess. Right then, Usher's new song "Caught Up" started playing. I love that song, so I ended up dancing my way around the kitchen, with my swiffer. Thank God John wasn't up, he'd die from the immense laughter!

I was turning, and dancing my way around the kitchen, when I heard someone laughing. Oh man, I'm never going to live this down. I slowly turned around, already blushing. I dropped the swiffer in shock when I saw who was laughing.

"Wow, you certainly put a lot of work into your cleaning don't you?" Randy asked as he leaned against the wall.

"Uh, yea. How and why are you here?" I asked, picking the swiffer back up and putting it away.

"Jenna gave me here key. She dropped me off here, she took Brianna to pick up some breakfast. I see you already got the breakfast thing under control though." Randy replied, sitting down at the table.

"Yea, I do." I answered, starring at him. We sat there in an uncomfortable silence for a few minutes.

"John up?" Randy asked, breaking the silence.

"I don't think so. I can go get him for you." I told him, getting up.

"That's alright, I'll go get him up!" Randy replied, getting a grin on his face. I watched as he darted towards our room, and just shook my head in disarray.

Randy's POV:

I was still laughing inside, the image of Sara dancing around the kitchen was definitely a funny one. John was a really lucky guy, he had found himself a real jewel in Sara. I quietly walked into their bedroom, where John lay sleeping on the bed. I saw a pair of John's boxers lying on the floor a few feet away from the bed, and then noticed a bra hanging from the ceiling fan. I guess there was some serious sex going on in this room!

I heard John start mumbling something, and then he rolled over and became silent again. Right then, an idea popped into my head! I carefully crawled onto the bed, and then kneeled over John. He rolled over again, and then said something about Sara. I leaned in close to him, and then tapped him on the shoulder. He opened one eye, and then screamed when he saw me leaning over him.

"Holy shit!" John screamed as he jumped out of bed. He was had no clothing on, unless you counted the tiny thong he was wearing, which I'm assuming belonged to Sara.

"Whoa man, put some clothes on, I said as I looked away from the sight standing be fore me.

"What the hell are you doing here, on my bed?" John yelled, still standing there in all his thronged glory.

"I was waking you up. Now please, put some clothes on!" I shouted, running out of the room. I ran back into the kitchen, where Sara was standing up. Probably wondering what all the noise was about. John came tearing out of the room, in the thong, chasing after me.

"Sara you've gotta help me!" I begged. She just stood there trying not to crack up, watching as John and chased me around the table. I finally ran out the back door, and hopped the fence so I could get to the front yard. John was right behind me, and hopped the fence also. Not an easy feat in just a thong! He proceeded to chase me around the front yard, not caring if anyone saw him running around in his wife's thong. Finally, he dove and managed to take me down by my legs. We both landed on the grass with a thud, and I couldn't stop laughing.

"Yea, who's the best huh Randy?" John asked, standing up and taking a victory lap around the yard. I got up, and brushed some grass off of my pants.

"You got me. Now, can we go back inside and then you can put some clothes on?" I asked.

"Oh, yea that would work!" John replied. Sara was standing in the front door, doubled over laughing. I walked in before John, and then slammed the door in his face, locking him out of his house. Do I need to remind you of what he was wearing?

John pounded on the door, and then finally gave up and went to go get the paper. Sara and I could hardly keep a straight face as John bent down to get the paper right as two older ladies walked by. One of them nearly passed out, while the other gasped.

"Morning ladies!" John said as he walked back up towards the house. They both began speed walking, but occasionally peered behind them to see the sight.

"Randy, we gotta let him in!" Sara said in hysterics.

"You're right." I answered as I opened the door. John walked in, and then put the paper on the table.

"Sara, does he always wear your thongs?" I asked.

"No, you just came on the wrong day!" Sara replied, smacking John's ass when he walked by on his way to the bedroom.

John said, turning around and smiling at us, "Oh, you like doing that do you? If ya ask me, this is a little too small for me!"

"Yea baby, just a little too small" Sara told him. "Well, there goes that pair of underwear!"

With that comment, we all burst into laughter!

A/N: I wanted this to be a fun chapter! John running around in a thong, that's fun! Please Please Please review! Peace out!