"I'm not going to lie, Lil'. I'm glad I found out."
She looked over at Randy. "I am too." She laid her face on his chest, listening to his heart. "Oh, what about the draft? God that was horrible."
"You'll be going to SmackDown! Randy," the stage manager informed him.
"Shit…" He turned to go find Lilian. So close, no matter how far couldn't be much more from the heart. Forever trusting who we are and nothing else matters. He knocked on the women's locker room door. Trish answered. "Is Lilian around?"
"Yeah, hang on." She leaned back into the room. "Lilian, your lover's here!"
Randy smiled. "Trish! You bitch." Lilian came walking to the door, smiling. She looked at Trish who was still standing there, but quickly left. She closed the door and leaned back against the wall. "What's up?"
Never opened myself this way. Life is ours, we live it our way. All these words I don't just say and nothing else matters. "I'm going to SmackDown!"
"What?" Her joyful expression turned concerned. "Why?"
"I don't know. Vince is doing another draft, like you know, and I guess he wants me over there." Trust I seek and I find in you. Every day for us something new, open mind for a different view and nothing else matters. "We'll still be together, okay? I promise I won't let anything come between us."
"Randy, we'll never get to see each other. You're going to meet somebody else."
He laughed. "Are you crazy? No, I love you Lilian, nobody else. We'll still see each other; I'll make sure of it." Never cared for what they do never cared for what they know but I know. He pulled her into his arms, hugging her tightly. "Will you come with me?"
"Come where?"
"Go get your bags."
She obliged and went back into the locker room. She emerged a little later carrying a black duffel bag. Never cared for what they say. He took her by the hand and led her to his truck.
"Randy where are we going?"
"You'll see, be patient."
They were back in Missouri as part of the June draft. St. Louis was hosting RAW, Kansas City would do SmackDown! the next night. He drove past his house, into a nice neighborhood with large houses.
Lilian was looking out the windows at the houses. "These are incredible Randy."
He looked over at her and smiled. "Just wait."
Never cared for the games they play. A few minutes later, he brought the truck to a stop. In front of them was a brick, two-story house with a SOLD sign in front. They got out of the truck and walked up the walkway. Never cared for what they do. Once they got to the front door, Lilian stopped and turned to him. "What are you doing?"
"Do you like it?"
"Of course I do, Randy. This house is beautiful." She turned around to face the sign. "Except for one thing, Sherlock. It's sold."
He grinned and pulled a key from his pocket. So close, no matter how far. "I know it's sold." He put the key in the lock and opened the door.
Her green eyes lit up. She walked inside with him. The living room was in the center, to the left and back was the kitchen and in front of that was a dining room looking out at the street. To the right was a door that led into a study and a hallway leading to the master bedroom, guest room and a bathroom. To the side of the kitchen were stairs leading up into a loft and two other rooms. Couldn't be much more from the heart. After looking around, she turned back to him.
"Lilian Garcia, will you please move into this house with me?" A broad smile came across her face. She nodded and walked over to him. He wrapped his arms around her. Forever trusting who we are, no, nothing else matters. "I would love to." She grinned again and he lowered his head down to kiss her.
"Okay, so it wasn't that horrible. I love our house Randy."
"I do too."