Baby Doll

Hey guys, I'm back again with another chapter. Thanks to the following peeps and everyone else who've reviewed this story and those who read and don't review!

Huntersgirl- keep on wondering!

RandyJohnsGirl- here's the update!

Icy Rabbit- stupid Randy, well, stupid writers!

johncenagirl- I hopefully will keep it up if it's good- I have no idea why you think that though!

Here's the story

One more night of passion

Triple H arrived back at Randy and Stacy's house to find Stacy talking to policemen on the doorstep. She was crying a lot; she looked a mess.

Triple H got out of the car and picked Stephanie up in her car seat. He reached the bottom of the path when Stacy looked up and saw him.

"My baby!" she yelled as she pointed at him. The policemen turned around. One took his gun out.

"Don't move! Put the baby down!"

"It's okay," Stacy assured an officer, "he's a friend." She didn't sound very convincing.

"Miss? Are you sure?"

"Yes." she replied as she marched down to Triple H and grabbed Stephanie. "Thank you officers, and I'm sorry for wasting your time."

"It wasn't wasted at all, better safe than sorry."

Stacy smiled, she was still crying.

The officers walked down to them, one of them whispered into Stacy's ear, "Miss, if you ever need anything, give me a call, the name's Mike."

"Thanks Mike." Stacy answered. The officers left after checking out Stacy's ass while she was talking to Triple H.

"What the hell were you doing taking my baby?" she shouted in hushed tones.

"I just wanted some time with her." Triple H lied.

"You don't need time with her, she's Randy's!"

"Stacy, me and you happened, and you enjoyed every second of it."

"Urgh, you make me sick."

"Stacy, I'm not afraid to tell him, after all, I'm not in the wrong here, you are."

"You wouldn't."

"Yes I would, and you know I would." H smirked.

"Why would you do that?"

"So he knows the truth."

"He doesn't need to know the truth."

"Then stop me from telling him because I will, I'm fed up of lying. Sleep with me. Give me one more night of passion, and I won't tell Randy."

"You"

"Stacy," he interrupted, "if you don't I'll tell Randy about our affair, maybe even the others. Do you want him to know? What will happen to your perfect little world? So tell me Stace, what will it be?

Oooohh, sorry if you hate the idea of H and Stacy, I do too! But it's in my story so I have to live with it! Please r/r if you have anything to say even if it's bad. It can be useful. Btw, my grammar might not be so good in the speech as I was trying to put it in a way that sounds like them. So please excuse it.