A/N: Yup, still dealing with my writer's block where "he drives me insane" is concerned," grrr…. Oh well, guess I will just have to update "Sooner or Later" again! Not exactly sure where this is all going to end up, but it will be fun getting there! As always, please review! Enjoy folks!

R&R at Randy's!

Randy's POV:

I was starting to lose my patience with all the plane delays. First Sara's flight had been delayed 10 minutes, than 30, and that was an hour ago! It was 6:30 p.m. and I was stuck waiting for Sara and Brianna at an airport terminal. I wonder why she is coming over to my place? I thought she was going down to San Antonio to see John. They must have gotten into another fight…they haven't seen each other in 5 months, but before that and even when they've talked on the phone, all those two did was argue. Here I thought that they were happy as larks, until I had Sara crying on my shoulder.

I had been ticked off at John, not much, just enough to where we talked less. About a year ago, exactly two weeks after Sara's 23 birthday, John met some random chick in the bar, and I'm not sure what they did, but they left together. That really pissed me off. Here I'm feeling guilty about wanting his wife, and he's out screwing around on the completely faithful and oblivious Sara. I wanted to tell her about it, but I didn't want it all blowing up back in my face. John must be going through his midlife crisis or something, I mean his 32nd birthday is coming up the April. Hell, my 29th birthday is coming up in April! Oh shit, Sara's 24th birthday is in two weeks. I should go get her a card while I can remember it!

I checked the flight arrival times again, and saw that Sara's flight had finally landed. Took long enough…

Sara's POV:

I HATE flying! I swear, if people were meant to fly, then we'd all have wings. Our flight had been delayed in San Antonio due to storms, and then there was way too much turbulence for me once we had finally taken off. During my one hour wait time, I had called my lawyer, and told him to get the divorce papers all in order, so I could sign them and then they could get sent off to John's lawyer. The less I had to see John, the easier this would be on the both of us.

I was over the initial shock, and was now in my "starting to get depressed and mopey" phase. I was still angry, but just didn't want to take my anger out on the wrong people. It wasn't anyone's fault but mine and John's that all this crap was going down. No one's fault at all…

After walking through the terminal, I saw Randy sitting down, staring off into space. I smiled, and re-adjusted Brianna in my arms, and then walked towards him. He got up, and a grin spread across his face as he met me halfway in a big hug.

"Don't squash Bri!" I joked, as Brianna woke up and smiled at Randy.

"Uncwle Wandy!" She squealed.

I let Randy take Bri from my arms, and watched as he spun her around, in the middle of the terminal. I couldn't help but forget about the whole John situation for a good 2 minutes while I watched Randy with Bri. I wonder why Randy hasn't gotten himself a wife yet, he is a natural at the whole dad thing. Oh well, He's just going to be 29 later this year, I guess he has time.

"You look worn out Sara." Randy commented, as we head to the baggage claim.

"I am. Trust me, I'm exhausted. Mentally, physically, emotionally, everything. I'll have to explain later." I replied, trying to be vague. A small group of people (about 15) had begun recognizing us, and we were just starting to be asked for autographs. I wasn't really in the mood to be mobbed, and I also didn't want the whole world to know what was going on between John and I. I just wasn't ready for that yet.

"Sara, where's John?" a teen girl asked me, as I waited while Randy signed her shirt signed her shirt.

"He's working." I answered, signing her shirt.

"Oh, ok. Tell him that we all said hi!" the girl replied, as she took one last picture and then took off with the group.

We quickly made our way towards the baggage claim, and after forty-five minutes of searching, found my suitcase. I ended up signing about 50 more autographs, as did Randy, and one of the older ladies let Bri scribble on a piece of paper. It was really cute, Bri loved it. We were able to leave the airport, and got to Randy's place by 7:35. I was totally exhausted, and so was my currently zonked out two-year old.

"She is out like a light Sara." Randy commented as he carefully got Brianna out of the truck.

"Yea, I swear that little girl could sleep for a week. Guess she got that from me." I replied, grabbing my suitcase.

"I could've gotten that." Randy said, motioning to my suitcase.

"It's alright, you have your arms full with Bri." I answered, following him into the house. Randy's house was nice, not too big, but still too big for a bachelor! The cute part was, his parent's lived just three subdivisions away from him!

"Hmm, don't think this place has changed much!" I commented, dropping my suitcase on the floor.

"No, not much." Randy replied, as he walked towards his spare bedroom with Brianna. I picked up my suitcase, and followed behind him. I watched as Randy carefully set Brianna on the bed, and switched off the light. I put my suitcase down by the wall, gave Bri a kiss on the forehead, and went back out to the living room to talk to Randy. He was sitting on the couch, and I sat down next to him.

"So what's going on babe?" Randy asked, as I set my head on his shoulder.

"Life is going on." I replied.

"That's not good enough of an answer Sara. Something's bugging you, what is it?"

"John and I are getting a divorce." I told Randy, as I lifted my head off his shoulder.

Randy stared at me, with a look of surprise written all over his face.

"You're what? A divorce? What the hell happened!" Randy exclaimed.

"We grew apart, apart enough for John to start screwing other women. I went to San Antonio to surprise him, and in the elevator this chick starts commenting on how cute Bri is, and that the guy she was going up to see had a daughter. I don't think anything of it; it was random enough of a statement. So I head to John's room, and the girl walks up right behind me. She goes, this is the room of the guy I'm going to see, John Cena. I blank out, and reply that I must have the wrong room. I caught him red-handed Randy. " I said with no emotion.

Randy was silent for a minute, and looked away from me. He ran a hand through his hair, and got up walking towards a window.

"You knew about this didn't you?" I asked, getting up and walking towards him. "How many times has he cheated on me? How long has this been going on?"

Randy turned to face me, with a pained look on his face. He still wasn't answering me.

"Randy, how long has John been cheating on me? For God's sake, just tell me the truth!" I exclaimed, as tears began running down my cheeks.

"Sara, you need to talk to John about this, not me. You're both my friends, and I don't want to hurt either of you, especially not you. You've been hurt enough already." Randy replied.

"I can't believe I didn't figure this out sooner. I mean, I'd heard things, seen things, but I gave him the benefit of a doubt. I thought that I meant more to him, but I guess not seeing your husband for about 5 months straight is a relationship killer. This is my fault isn't it?" I rambled.

"It's not your fault. Both you and John had a lot of things going on. Being on different wrestling shows didn't help. You filmed a movie, John released a CD. You worked on finishing up your CD, John had to tour around promoting his. Your schedules just got in the way." Randy said.

I bit my lip, trying to keep myself from crying, but it wasn't working to well. Randy saw that I was about to break down, and pulled me into a hug. I couldn't control my emotions anymore, and started sobbing.

Randy's POV:

I held Sara and just let her cry it out. I could understand why she was upset. I also knew that I was going to kill John for hurting her so bad. I could feel Sara's tears starting to come through my shirt, and maneuvered us back to the couch. Sara quieted down a bit, but was still shaking a bit. She started hiccupping, and then we both burst out laughing.

"Thanks Randy. I needed that." Sara said, with a small smile on her face.

"No problem. I'm gonna go change my shirt now though!" I replied, as I got up from the couch.

"Yea, that's probably a good idea, since there's snot and tears all over it!" Sara retorted.

I walked into my room, and pulled my shirt up over my head, tossing it on the floor. I also pulled my jeans down, and put on a pair of sweat pants. I grabbed a black tank, and pulled it on. As I started walking towards the door, I noticed Sara standing in the shadows, with one hand on her hip.

"Spying on me Sara?" I asked, folding my hands across my chest.

Sara didn't reply just walked into my room, and kissed me.

A/N: Sorry it's been so long! I've been super busy, but oh well! Hope y'all liked this chapter! Please review!