Helping Roxy from the taxi, Randy could hardly believe it had been two months since Roxy and himself got married. The honeymoon had been fantastic for both of them who were both extremely sun kissed. Paying the driver, Roxy helped Randy to take the luggage out of the boot of the car.

"So?"

"So, what?" Randy questioned as they both stopped at the porch of their house, standing lovingly in front of her.

"So, are you going to carry me over the threshold?" she smiled.

"Of course!" Randy grinned, unlocking the door and carrying his Bride through, placing her on the settee. "I love you so much." he breathed, snogging her neck.

"I love you too." she murmured, fiddling with his hair and kicking her shoes off.

"Woe, I think the wedding photo's are here!" Randy exclaimed after a few moments, eagerly undoing the packaging and placing his phone on the kitchen work top.

Roxy sat up as Randy came and sat next to her.

"'If you want any of them in larger print, please say so.' Of course we want them in larger print, moron!" Roxy tutted, reading the note that came with the photos. "I really don't wanna go to the house show tonight!" Roxy sulked.

"At least it's only a half an hour drive - hey, Grandma sure looks happy in this one!" Randy sarcastically spoke, handing the photograph to Roxy.

"Old bag!" Roxy muttered. "You still got a lot of energy?" she asked, placing her hand over Randy's crotch.

"Don't do that!" Randy begged "I really need the loo!"

"Well go, I'm not stopping you!" she semi laughed, continuing to scan the wedding photos.

Suddenly, Randy's mobile started to beep. He'd got a text message.

'I wonder who this is from...' Roxanna mused "Rand, baby, you've got a message!" she called up the stairs. When he didn't respond, she decided to read the message for him. "Probably just from the network or something stupid like that." she muttered, opening the text file. After all, he wouldn't mind and they were married.

When Randy returned down stairs, he was shocked to find Roxy was sat on the sofa, sobbing angrily to herself, hugging her shoulders tightly. "Sweetie, what's wrong?" he asked, touching her hand.

"You bastard!" she yelled, moving away from him "What the fuck? After all of this time when you said you wanted nothing to do with him!"

"Why are you going through my messages?" Randy questioned, he knowing for well what she was on about, his face slumping to the ground. "Please, darling, I can explain."

"Can you? You can justify why you have ten messages from a Mr John Cena on your phone, huh? 'So Randy, when do you want to meet up, text back JC' or 'How's the honeymoon? Text back JC'. After everything he has ever done. He nearly killed me. He killed our baby and yet you still want to talk to him?" Roxy roared, lobbing Randy's phone at him.

"It's not like that..." Randy murmured.

"Isn't it? When did this all start?"

"The day before we got married." Randy reluctantly revealed, watching Roxy's eyes widen in a mixture of anger and shock. "I promise you I haven't texted him back. Ever."

"You expect me to believe you, huh? I can't believe you." Roxy's voice quietened, tears streaming down her face.

"Sweetie, I'm sorry, I should have told you..." Randy regretfully spoke, opening his arms out for his wife.

"Get away from me!" Roxy gasped "Why do this, huh? Why say 'all that I have I share with you' if you don't mean it? Was our wedding a joke?"

"No, Rox, please..."

"No, not this time." Roxy shook her head. "Have these back." Roxy demanded, removing both her wedding and engagement ring and throwing them at Randy.

"I'm sorry."

"Sorry doesn't quite cut it this time." Roxy disagreed, grabbing one of her suitcases which had some clean clothes in it.

"Rox, can't we talk this out?" Randy pleaded, running out of the house after her.

"Maybe later...I don't even want to look at you right now." Roxy snarled, unlocking her car and getting in it.

"Fine, fuck you!" Randy screamed in exasperation after she'd left, slamming the door behind "I don't need you!"

Strictly, he knew that wasn't true. Every part of his wedding speech was true; without Roxanna, he did feel there was nothing left in this world. And it was true; he hadn't contacted Cena at all, not responding to any of his text messages or phone calls. He wanted nothing to do with him. He knew Roxy was 100 percent right, and then some. He just hoped that Roxy would believe him.

Glancing down to the rings below, he kissed them in his hand. She meant too much to him just to let her go. Taking one of the suitcases with his clean luggage in, he locked up the house and drove alone to the Raw house show that night.

Roxy was already at the arena and was sat in her office contemplating her choices. She couldn't believe how Randy had betrayed her, less than three months after they got married. A knock came at the door.

"Come in." Roxy sorrowfully spoke.

"Mrs Orton, hi, how are you?" Kurt Angle asked grinning broadly, unaware that Roxy was anything but content at that moment in time.

"What can I do for you?" she questioned, not wanting to delve into her personal problems.

"I just came to see if you enjoyed your honeymoon...are you ok?" Kurt inquired, searching Roxanna's face.

"I'm fine, thanks, just stomach ache." she revealed honestly, clutching her tummy.

"Oh...maybe you ought to go and rest at the hotel. Probably just a virus or something." Kurt attempted to reassure, obviously concerned.

"Yeah, you're right. There really isn't a lot for me to do anyway. Tell Vince and Lita if you see them that I'll catch up with them tomorrow." Roxy spoke, bending over gingerly to pick her brief case up.

"Sure thing." Kurt smiled sincerely, opening the door for his boss. "We've missed you around here."

"Glad to hear it." Roxy replied, turning to face the Olympic Gold Medallist. "Have a good match tonight." she waved, walking to the back entrance, away from all of the locker rooms. The last thing she felt like right now was making small talk with anyone.

'I just need to go to bed. It's just jet lag.' Roxy convinced herself, walking as quickly as she could to her car.

Meanwhile, Chris was stood talking to one of the lighting crew when Randy came charging into the arena, looking more than a little flustered.

"Hey Randy, how was the honeymoon?" Chris inquired, expecting to get nothing but stories of passion and joyfulness.

"Great. You haven't seen Roxy, have you?" he hastened.

"No, isn't she with you?"

Before Chris or Randy could say anymore, Roxy came walking down the corridor, keeping her head down as much as possible.

"Hi Chris." she spoke, looking straight through Randy.

"Hi - aren't you stopping? You don't look so good."

"No, ummm, that's why I'm going back to the hotel." Roxy spoke, glancing at Randy.

"What's the matter, sweetie?" Randy asked hurriedly. "Do you need me to come back to the hotel with you?"

"No - it's nothing I can't handle." Roxy sternly said, walking out of the double doors, Randy gazing after her.

"Ok, would you fill me in?" Chris asked, incredibly confused.

"Roxy found the messages that Cena's been sending me and now she's pissed off."

"You didn't delete them? You idiot!" Chris exclaimed.

"I know. Man, what am I gonna do?"

"You need to talk to her, tell her that you haven't responded..."

"I already have; she won't listen to me."

"I'm not surprise, I don't know if I would have done!"

"I know...I'm a moron! Just please, help me get my wife back." Randy begged.

"Ok, if you have no joy when we go back to the hotel after my match, I'll try reasoning with her."

"Thanks man."

"Hey, don't mention it!" Chris tried to lighten the mood.

A few hours later, Randy and Chris were back at the hotel. Randy collected his set of keys from the receptionist and made his way to his and Roxanna's room. Opening the door, Chris followed him inside the dimly lit room. Randy switched one of the main lights on and turned to face Roxy who was curled up asleep in the foetus position on the bed. Smiling to himself slightly, he crawled over to her on the bed. Placing his arms and legs either side of her, she didn't move at all, even when he was hovering over her.

Turning her onto her back, Randy tried to wake her. "Rox...Rox sweetie, we need to talk." he muttered, pressing his fingers angainst her reddened cheeks. When she still didn't respond, he felt her forehead with the back of his hand. "She's burning up." he turned to face Chris before turning his attention back to his wife.

Roxy began to stir, opening her eyes only slightly.

"Are you ok?" Randy questioned, pushing her hair away from her face.

"My stomach really hurts." Roxy sulked.

"Where?" Randy questioned, placing his hands on her stomach.

"Everywhere." Roxy moaned, flinching her muscles before curling back up as Randy turned to face Chris once again.

"I...really...need...to...puke!" Roxy stammered, disorientated. Randy moved out of the way so she could dash to the bathroom.

Getting up from the bed, Randy shot Chris a worried look. "Call me if you need me." Chris urged, opening the door.

Randy nodded, before heading into the bathroom to comfort his wife.

Roxy was leant over the toilet, coughing up. To say that she hadn't eaten a lot either yesterday or today, there was still a lot. Randy knelt down beside her rubbed her back gently and held her long, brown locks away from her face.

"Have you been ill before now?" Randy worriedly questioned.

"Ummm, twice, I think." she indecisively answered, flushing the toilet before standing up. Propping herself against the basin, Randy could tell that his wife needed him more than ever. Scooping her up, her took her and laid her back on the bed, wrapping her in the sheets before returning back to the bathroom.

Taking a flannel from the cosmetic bag, he doused it in icy cold water before ringing it out. Folding it up, he went and placed it against Roxy's forehead in an attempt to cool her down. Her eyes were closed as Randy cradled her in his arms, rocking her ill body gently. Her pulse rate was increasing fast and she was shivering a little.

Stroking her hair, Randy watched her sleep and checked to make sure she was still breathing. He often did this at night and thanked God; he was so lucky and fortunate that they were together, he never wanted to leave her side.

One of the things he had guaranteed her on their honeymoon was that he wouldn't let anything bad happen to her and that the only other time he would let her go into hospital would be when she was delivering their children.

But with Roxy getting paler and paler, it looked as though that promise was soon to be broken…

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