Chapter 16: The Dilemma

"Randy, that was the most wonderful experience of my life… Thank you."

"For you Molly… it's the least I can do. I'm truly blessed to have found somebody like you. We are both blessed."

"You might be right. God seems to be smiling down upon us…"

"If he is, will you thank him for me?"

Randy slowly edged out of the subconscious world of the dreams inside his head, and snapped back into the reality of the real world. He turned over in the bed, expecting Molly to still be at his side. As he went to place his arm around her and give her a hug, he noticed her side of the bed was empty.

He opened his eyes, squinting as a blinding ray of sunlight peaked through a gap in the curtains. Once he had managed to readjust his vision, he strained to look over to the alarm clock positioned on the chest of drawers in Molly's bedroom. It looked like it was around ten o'clock; he'd overslept.

He swung his legs out to the side of the bed, and set about finding Molly. He changed into a pair of casual pants and a training vest, and went to the bathroom to wash his face. He needed some cold water, to try and wake himself up, as he stretched his arms out in a tired motion.

After splashing some cool water on his face, in the process freshening himself up, he proceeded to check the kitchen for clues of Molly's whereabouts. She wasn't to be found in her living room, nor the kitchen, but a note on the counter revealed all.

Randy,

I am in the garage outside, just doing my daily workout. Give me a shout when you're up and I'll come and put some breakfast on for you.

Love,

Molly x

He adored her signature; she had drawn a little smiley face in the curl of the letter 'y'. It summed her up; she was so much fun to be around.

He was starving, so the thought of having breakfast cooked for him was a very enticing one. Without further ado, he went back to the bedroom to slip on a pair of trainers, and headed outside to see his darling.

He savored the crisp morning air, as birds sang their melodies and the trees swayed gently all around; the climate had improved drastically from the night before. In the background, Randy could just about make out the clink of weights, coming from the garage in Molly's front yard. He made his way over, and smiled at the sight of Molly working out.

"48… 49… 50!" she said, finishing off her set of repetitions.

Randy crept over to her, and placed his arms around her shoulders, giving her the big hug he had wanted to give her in bed a few minutes earlier. "Morning gorgeous…"

He placed a soft kiss on her neck, which prompted her to tilt her head to give him a kiss back.

"I wondered when you would drag yourself out of bed…" Molly said in a mock serious tone. "Have a good sleep?"

"Yeah… I overslept. Sorry." he said, apologetically.

"It's no problem. You looked so peaceful, I wouldn't have dreamed of disturbing you." she replied, thinking happily of the sight of Randy softly snoring in the bed first thing in the morning.

"How long have you been up?" he asked.

"Hmm…" she wondered. "A good two or three hours I'd say. I always like to get up bright and early, it's really nice seeing the sunrise you know?"

Randy nodded in agreement, as he let Molly out of his embrace. "And seeing you in the morning is the best sunrise a man could wish for…"

"If I didn't know you better Randy, I'd say you were being corny…" she said, allowing herself a little chuckle at his statement. "Do you fancy some breakfast then honey?"

"Sounds good to me sugar…"

Molly handed Randy a tray, offering a few slices of toast, a hearty English breakfast and a glass of fresh orange juice. She handed him a knife and fork, and went to return to the kitchen to clear up.

"Thanks Molls, this looks… and smells great." he complemented her.

"No problem… you enjoy it." she said, as Randy eagerly tucked into the food on his lap. His initial reaction to Molly's cooking skills was that she was even more perfect than he had alluded to earlier; the cuisine tasted incredible. She'd piled up plenty for him too, which was instantly endearing.

"Everything okay Randy?" Molly shouted from the kitchen, checking that her cooking was up to scratch; she hadn't cooked a meal for anybody but herself in a long time. Whenever she was with Trish, they ate out.

Randy finished swallowing what was already in his mouth, before replying. "Perfect." he shouted back to her.

She poked her head round the corner of the door, to watch him eating. Whilst it could be considered rude to do that, she couldn't resist a peak at him tucking into the breakfast she had served up. 'Looks like he hasn't been fed for a week!' she observed, as he frantically shoveled the food into his mouth.

She was about to return to her clearing up, when she stopped and thought about the night before. She had put off thinking about it first thing that morning, because it was something she really wanted to discuss with Randy. With Randy out of bed and awake, she felt like putting it off even longer; she didn't want it to spoil their weekend together, or worse still their relationship. 'If Randy says something… then I'll talk about it.' she convinced herself.

There was another issue to confront; going public about their relationship. Most of their colleagues had been in and out of 'locker room' relationships and had been pretty open about them. Molly didn't feel so easy about sharing details of her personal life with them, because she had witnessed several instances of breakups, which could be attributed to the intense spotlight that colleagues put on each others private lives.

Vicious rumors and back biting were a frequent problem in the WWE fraternity; something Molly was desperate to steer clear of. She was sure she had found the right man for her, and for the first time in her life she genuinely believed that it might work out. There was no way she wanted anybody or anything to come between them.

With it being a slightly less delicate subject than the other issue on her mind, she felt easier with the idea of confronting Randy about it. She finished clearing her cooking materials away, and cleaned the worktops down, which gave Randy time to finish his breakfast. Right on cue, she walked back into the living room just as he was polishing off the last slice of toast she had made for him.

Randy saw her approaching and finished his mouthful, before thanking her. "Thanks Molls, I really enjoyed that."

Molly handed him his half finished glass of juice, and took the tray off his lap; she placed it down on the table alongside the couch. She sat next to Randy, and tentatively addressed the issue on her mind.

"Randy… There's something I want to talk to you about." she said delicately.

Randy didn't like the sound of that; it sounded ominous. He had wondered if Molly would bring up what had happened the night before, and it appeared that she wanted to.

"Oh, about that…" he tried to say, but Molly cut him off before he could say any more.

"I don't think we should go public just yet."

"Public?" he responded.

"Yeah. You know… me and you."

"You and me?"

"I mean, announcing to the locker room that we are a couple. What did you think I meant?" she clarified.

With the uncomfortable silence that followed, Molly realized that Randy was probably thinking about the events of the night before, just like she had herself in the kitchen. Neither of them wanted to touch on that issue.

"Right, I knew that." Randy said, clearly flustered by the conversation they were fumbling their way through.

More unnerving seconds of hush followed, as both Randy and Molly twitched nervously. If ever a change of subject was needed, the time was about right. Molly insisted on getting an answer to her dilemma however.

"So what do you think?" she said, a shade tetchily.

"About what?" he responded, blank to the subject they were supposed to be talking about. The events of the night before were foremost in his mind, and he was struggling to focus on anything else. Molly was not best pleased.

"Are you paying any attention to me!" she shouted, forcing Randy to sit up and take notice. He saw and heard a side of Molly that she had managed to control throughout the course of their brief relationship. He quickly sought to make amends for his lax concentration.

"I'm sorry Molls… I'm just a little tired you know." he apologized.

Molly's cheeks reddened, as she became conscious of the grouchy side of her temperament surfacing. She was eager to dispel any negative emotions swiftly.

"No, you shouldn't need to apologize Randy… There was no need for me to snap at you." she conceded. "I'm just nervous about what people are going to say about us being together, that's all."

Randy took a hold of her hands and gripped them tightly, trying to inspire some confidence in her. "Listen babe. Don't worry about the guys at work, let them talk about us. As long as we remain solid together, there is nothing that can stop us." he said boldly.

"Do you think so?" she replied.

"I do." he answered positively. Molly looked dreamily into his eyes and could not resist the urge to bury her head in his chest. As she did, Randy reflected on his assurances to her. He wanted to believe that everything would be okay, but he had a horrid feeling in the pit of his stomach that 'the bet' was going to come back to haunt him…