Wednesday: August 31, 2011 9:15 A.M.

I wake up to my alarm clock. I quickly turn it off before realizing Randy isn't in bed with me. I sit up and check my phone, having no texts from Randy. I hear coughing from the bathroom and realize it's Randy. Randy walks back in, looking not very good, and climbs back into bed. He gives me a small smile. I climb out of bed and walk into the bathroom and grab the thermometer from the drawer. I walk back into the bedroom.

Randy looks at me. "I don't need to do that."

I roll my eyes. "You look and sound like shit. Yeah. You do."

Randy goes to get out of bed once more. "I'm fine."

I stop him from getting up and feel his forehead. "You're burning up. I'm taking your temperature."

"Rissa, I'm not sick."

"If you let me do this, I'll owe you later."

"Take it then."

I take his temperature. "101.5, you're sick."

"No, no, no, I can't be sick today."

I shrug. "You're sick. Lay down and get some rest. You need it."

Randy coughs. "I can't be sick."

I give him a sad look. "Get some rest. Need anything?"

"Just a bottle of water and some crackers."

I nod. "Okay, Randy. I love you."

Randy smiles. "I love you too. Could you maybe get me an icepack too? I'm still sore after the Steel Cage match and Mark kicking my ass after that last night."

I smile. "Okay. I'll be back in here in a little bit."

"Okay."

I walk into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water for both me and Randy as well as the crackers he requested and something for me to eat.

Chelle smiles as she's cooking. "Good morning."

I smile. "Good morning. Smells good."

"Thanks. I'll get you and Randy a plate soon."

"Randy doesn't need one. He's sick. Only wants crackers. I'll definitely take one though."

Chelle nods. "Okay. How bad is he?"

"His temperature was 101.5. He sounds and looks horrible. Plus, he's sore from some events last night."

"Steel Cage match?"

"And attacked after."

"Damn."

"Yeah. I'm bummed because we didn't stick to schedule because of it. He felt too crappy."

"That sucks."

"You're on a sex schedule?" Ryse asks as she and Eve enter the kitchen.

"Who schedules sex?" Eve asks.

I roll my eyes. "A woman who's trying to avoid pregnancy."

Chelle laughs. "Or one who has to work around her husband's travel schedule and is trying to get pregnant."

I sigh. "This is normal for married couples."

Chelle makes a plate of food. "Here, Rissa, it's done."

"Thanks." I grab the water bottles and crackers. "I'm gonna talk to him about it today. I have to."

"Okay, Rissa. Good luck. John and I do need to talk to you two later though."

I nod. "That's fine with me."

Randy smiles as I climb back onto the bed after giving him his water and crackers. "Damn. That looks good. Did Chelle cook?"

I nod. "Yeah."

"Tell her I'm sorry."

"She already knows you're sick. By the way, John and Chelle apparently need to talk to us later."

Randy coughs again. "Okay. I'm so pissed that I'm sick today."

"Why?"

"It's our date night. I can't be sick."

"Did it involve a reservation?"

"No."

"Then, we can reschedule. I understand."

"Are you sure?"

I finish eating and put my plate on the nightstand. "I'm sure. After you are done being sick, unless I catch it."

Randy nods as I climb back under the sheets with him. "If you catch it, I apologize in advance."

I smile. "It's okay. Plus, this isn't the first schedule you've screwed up this week."

Randy puts an arm around me and pulls me close to him. "I'm sorry about that. This is about the sex schedule, right?"

I laugh. "Yeah. It's about the sex schedule. Randy, I'm frustrated."

Someone knocks on the door. Randy and I exchange a look.

"We're talking about our sex life." I say. "Give us a little bit."

Randy laughs. "I love you. Anyway, you're frustrated?"

"Yeah, I'm frustrated."

Randy gives a sigh of relief. "I've been trying to find a way to bring this up. Me too. I'm irritable and moody. I can't even think about you without wanting to do it."

"We need to figure something out. This isn't working."

Randy nods as he pulls me onto him. "It isn't. We could increase it by a few times and go from there."

I smile. "I'm open to that."

"Good. Once I'm feeling better, I'll make sure to completely rock your world."

I smile. "Thanks."

Randy kisses my forehead. "Absolutely. I'm really hoping you don't get sick."

"Me too. What were your plans for our date tonight?"

"Miniature golf. We could be competitive again."

"Let's do that on the first date once you feel better."

"Okay."

I smile as I lay on top of Randy. "I love you so much."

Randy grins. "I love you too. I can't wait for us to mix our genes together into a child."

I laugh. "That's one way to put it."

"Yeah. Didn't someone knock on our door?"

I stop. "Yeah. Whoever knocked can open the door."

The door opens. Chelle and John walk in and close the door behind them.

"Hey." Chelle says.

"Hey." I say as I sit up. "Stay close to the door. Don't want to risk you getting sick."

Chelle nods. "Totally understandable. Anyway, there's something we really need to talk to both of you about."

"Okay. I'm listening. Randy may be listening. He's obviously sick, but you've got my full attention."

Randy nudges me. "You've got my full attention too."

John takes in a breath. "Well…umm…this has nothing to do with either of you, but…uh…Chelle and I…we…uh…we want to go back to our place soon. It's not because of you two. We like it here, but we're trying for a baby. It'd be better for us to go back to our home soon. We just…we just think it's best for us. Thanks for having us though. This has been fun. We really appreciate it. Once we all have kids, we won't be able to do stuff like this so much anymore."

I nod. "Hey, we totally understand where you're coming from. If you need to go back home to Florida, go back to Florida. It's fine. We'll miss you two, but it's fine. When are you leaving?"

Chelle looks at me. "We were thinking that we would pack up our stuff right before Night of Champions and head home after the Raw and SmackDown Filming that week."

"What is that? September 18? That's still almost three weeks. We'll go do some girl time next week, so we can do a little more bonding."

"Okay. Are you sure this is cool?"

"Yeah. I have no problem with this."

Randy smiles. "It's cool and understandable. I'm just gonna miss having someone restock for us because you're the only one who does that."

Chelle laughs. "Sorry. Are we sure this is cool?"

I smile. "Yes, it's one hundred percent cool. Honestly, Randal over here was bitching recently about how he misses it just being us at the house."

Randy rolls his eyes. "I hate it when you call me Randal, and no one likes a snitch."

John shrugs. "It's understandable. Maybe you should talk to the other four about that. We've pretty much been here since your wedding. Get the house back to yourselves."

I sigh. "I don't want to be that asshole."

Chelle gives me a serious look. "It's not being an asshole. It's been four months. You two deserve to enjoy your marriage with some alone time."

Randy smiles as he looks at me. "She's right."

I look at him. "I know. No one mention this to the other four."

John smiles. "We're gonna go now. We'll leave you be. Feel better, Randy. Rissa, good luck dealing with him."

Chelle nods. "I'll take your plate."

I pass Chelle my plate. "Thanks. Please make sure the other four don't cause too much chaos. Also, John, feel free to use the workout room."

John gives me a thumbs up. "We'll do that, and thanks."

Chelle opens the door to leave. "We'll tell the others to leave you alone. I'll only bug you if there's an emergency and to bring you food."

I grin. "Thanks."

"No problem."

John and Chelle leave and shut the door behind them.

"So…" Randy says. "What now?"

I look at him. "Turn on what you want on TV. I think I'm gonna read a couple letters if we're going to be in here all day."

Randy nods. "Okay. I'm ready to hear your tears."

I smack him. "Shut up."

Randy chuckles. "I'm here for you if you're gonna cry though."

I roll my eyes as I open the box to get the letter numbered seven. "I may not."

"I know, but I'm here. It pisses me off sometimes how much she gets to you."

I nod as I grab the letter and get back into the bed. "I know. Where's my reading glasses?"

"Your nightstand drawer."

I open my nightstand drawer and put on my reading glasses. "Thanks."

Date: July 2, 1990

Dear Marissa, Happy eighth birthday. I am sorry. I am sorry for everything. I have broken our family, and there's no going back. You and Tyler are without a mother in your lives. Colby may not meet his siblings ever. Your father recently had a huge fight with your Grandma Laurel, so he may not let her around you and Tyler ever again.

This is all my fault. I'm very sorry. This should've never happened. I broke this family. All I can hope for now is that you've been having a good birthday.

Love, Mom

I immediately put the letter back in the envelope and take my reading glasses off.

Randy looks at me. "You alright?"

I look back at him. "Nope. What are we watching?"

"Game of Thrones."

"Good. I love that show."

Randy pulls me close to him. "I know. Just lay on this bed with me. I feel like shit, and I just want to spoon you."

I smile. "Okay, you big baby."