An Elephant at the Table

Disclaimer: Same as before

Author is me Mel!

"So are y'all gonna eat your food or just each other?" John Cena said to break the ice as Randy slowly turned shielding Amy from the curious glances of their friends.

"You know Cena why don't you just shut up for once in your life?" Randy snapped.

"Hey man it ain't my fault we came t' find ya. I said leave y'all alone but Chris started worrying like an old hen and so we made a field trip outta finding ya. How's we supposed to know ya didn't wanna be found?"

"Yeah, whatever. Are we just gonna stand here or go finish eatin'?"

Everyone seemed to forget what they just saw and turned in unison to return to the table where Trish was setting all alone with everyone's food.

"Took you guys long enough. I see ya found the prodigals. Good can we eat?" Trish looked at everyone's subdued faces seeing varying degrees of shock or shame except for the laughing smirk on Cena's face. That's when it dawned on her and the light bulb clicked on; they knew. She'd known that John knew about the hidden couple, but the three stooges knew? All hell was about to break loose and she had front row seats. She suddenly wished for a video camera and popcorn. She bet she could sell the confrontation on the internet; maybe auction it on eBay.

She chanced a look at Amy's face; she was flushed. Her red-haired friend also seemed to be trying her best not to touch, even accidentally, a certain Legend Killer. Trish then turned her gaze on Randy who seemed to be scowling into his breakfast. This is going to be so much fun!

"So, umm Ames, you gonna eat your food? I mean you did order a lot," came the somewhat annoyed voice of Mr. Money in the Bank Adam.

"What? Yeah, I did, so what?"

"Never mind," he replied earning a look of disgust from Randy Orton. Which was just what he wanted. He raised his eyebrows to the Legend Killer in challenge. "What Orton? Do you have something to say?" Chilly blue eyes clashed with Adam's own.
"You know Copeland I would have thought you had better things to do than pick on a woman. Oh but wait….I forgot you are one."

"Shut up you little shit. I was just trying to lighten the mood of the table. But if you would like to take this conversation outside; I'd be more than happy to oblige. It's not like kissin' someone makes 'em yours."
"You know what; Go To Hell. She's more than capable of making her own decisions or did you not notice her kissing me back?"

"Bastard."
"Whatever. Go screw yourself. I care about her way more than you ever will."

"Why you little…."

Adam and Randy had risen from the table with every intent and purpose to beat the shit out of each other, but were stopped by a small female voice.

"Would you idiots stop talking about me and fighting over me like I'm not here. I'm trying to eat my breakfast in peace before it gets cold. Now shut up and sit back down or I'll have Glenn make sure you both do."

Both men quickly resumed their seats like chastised little boys. Everyone remained very quiet at the table as they continued to either eat or play with their food. The only one really eating though was Amy, who within five minutes of Adam and Randy's outburst had consumed all the food she had ordered to the astonishment of the other occupants of the table. She looked up to see them all staring at her.

"What?"

"Well darling friend of mine," came the voice of Chris Irvine, who had been uncharacteristically quiet especially since finding Amy in Randy's arms making out, "I'm still trying to figure this whole situation out. Obviously you and Junior here have been seeing each other for awhile. I mean I know you very well and you don't go around kissing men like that every day. I'm just trying to understand why you didn't think you could tell me."

"Well, umm, you see," Amy began turning in her seat to face the Canadian wrestler-rocker. "Randy and I have been seeing each other for about four months and well that's all you need to know."

"Amy why did you hide it then. I need to understand. I thought I was one of your best friends. Why?"

"Chris, I just wanted to be happy for a while with out have to share it. I wanted privacy. I mean you have screened my dates and threatened them since I can remember when. And I am sorry, but I didn't want you to do that to Randy. I felt like I am a good judge of character and well I really liked him and he was so sweet when he asked me out. I just didn't want it to be under the scrutiny of the whole roster before it had a chance to develop and grow. That's part of what happened with Matt and you see how well that worked out. I just didn't want to have to explain to everyone right away."

"Okay. But one more question who knew?"

"Chris. Well okay. Jeff, obviously, he's my brother. He's the one that told me to give Randy a chance. Well, John and Dave, because they are Randy's best friends and Dave caught us one time. And Trish because she like Dave stumbled on us one time. But they were all sworn to secrecy. And Stacy found out upstairs when I told her. Happy now?"

"If you are," he replied hugging Amy to him.

Amy remembered where she was once Chris pulled away. During their conversation she forgot where they were, which was still in the hotel restaurant surrounded by WWE superstars. She looked up into Trish's face and received a smile. Then glanced over at John and Stacy, who had used the few moments to make eyes at each other with out the others making fun of them. Adam was stealing looks at Randy trying to intimidate him.

Glenn, well, he seemed to shake his head in acceptance and understanding. He then looked at Randy straight in the eyes and said, "If you hurt her, a choke slam will be the least of your worries. Mark has a nice sized ranch in Texas; I can make sure they never find even a hair." He then smiled. Randy shook his head in understanding then his eyes connected with Amy's.

They lost themselves in each others eyes for a few moments before it was ruined by the waitress returning to the table with their checks. As she handed Randy his check, her eyes lingered on his for a few moments as she looked him over. Then she spoke. "You know gorgeous, I just may give you my number so you can call me the next time you're in town. I would like to show ya around and maybe give ya ride." He looked kind of disgusted and turned away from her to look at his whatever, Amy. She had managed to put her arm around him and used the other one to reach across him to get the very up front waitress's hands off of her man. "Thanks sweetie. Maybe we will take you up on that offer and you could I dunno maybe baby-sit for us or something." With that Amy smiled and Randy chuckled. He then rose with the other men to go pay for breakfast.

Trish and Stacy shared smiles with each other.

"So, umm, Amy you gonna tell Randy?" Trish asked.

At the questioning look she received, Trish continued.

"Umm, I mean, are you going to tell him you may be pregnant?"

The two blondes looked at the extreme diva awaiting her answer.

"I guess I need to. If I am pregnant then half the DNA contribution was his, so….I guess when the guys come back from paying I'll ask him he wants to go with me today."

"You know Ames, the way you handled the waitress was priceless. I almost burst when I saw the look on her face."

"Movin' on though. Do you guys wanna meet us for lunch?"

"Don't know yet. I'll call ya."
"Okay."

The divas grew silent as the guys returned to the table. The three did not know that someone had overheard their conversation. Someone with an obsession; someone who saw Amy as his property, forever his property.