Wednesday: October 26, 2011 12:42 P.M.

I sat down in my bedroom to read another one of the letters from my mother.

Randy slipped in before I could open the box to pull out the next letter. "Letter time?"

I sigh as he sits on the bed next to me. "Yep."

He passes me my reading glasses. "Might need these."

I put them on before grabbing the next letter. "Thanks, babe. I'm gonna start reading now."

Date: July 2, 1991

Dear Marissa, Happy ninth birthday. I don't really know much of what to say this year, but it's your birthday. I always write to you on your birthday.

It's been almost six years since I left you, Tyler, and your father. I feel guilty about it everyday. I can't take back what I did, but I hope I get to see you and Tyler both again one day. You are my babies and will always be my babies. I wish for nothing but the best for both of you.

Love, Mom

I roll my eyes and pass the letter to Randy for him to read.

Randy reads the letter. "Well, that one was short. You okay?"

I nod. "Yeah, I'm just not reading anymore right now."

"That's alright. How about we head out to the garage? There's something that I wanted to show you."

"Um…okay, I guess."

Randy and I make it downstairs to the door connecting to our garage.

He grabs my arm. "Let me go first."

I give him a confused look. "Okay…"

Randy opens the door. "Now, I don't know how you're going to feel about this. It's not quite done yet, but I feel pretty good about it."

I follow him into the garage. "Okay then. What is it?"

Randy grabs me by the waist and unveils a wooden desk. "I need to stain it still, and I'll have to bring it inside. I think I did a pretty good job though."

"Uh…yeah, you did. Not to be rude. I really like this, but why did you build a desk?"

Randy laughs. "I forgot to mention that I'm making you a home office."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, seriously. I figured it would be easier for you to work from here this way. You're supposed to be getting pregnant. You're gonna hit a point where you aren't traveling to work anymore. This way, you'll have a room where you can have peace and quiet to work."

"You really wanna do that?"

"Yeah, it's not like we don't have too many spare rooms that aren't even used that we need to do something with. We can use one of them. The only spare thing in the house that started being used when you moved in was that one spare closet that you put all your ring gear in. Even with both of us living here, there's still so much extra space. I'll make you an office. Hell, I have a gaming room. You can't even tell me that making you an office is too much."

I laugh. "Fair enough. Thank you, hot stuff."

Randy grins. "Absolutely. Do you need to start cooking dinner yet, babe?"

I check the time. "No, I can wait another hour or so. I can go inside and read another letter or two."

"Or we could do what I was thinking and try to make a baby."

I kiss Randy. "I think I like the sound of that."

Randy lifts me up. "Me too. Let's go do that."

I smile as I sit down with my plate of food. "Is it good?"

Randy grins. "It's fantastic."

"Good."

"You alright?"

I nod. "Yes, I'm fine."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Okay, I'll admit something is on my mind."

"Well, what is it? I'm your husband. We can talk about whatever it is."

"Well, you've read all of the letters I've opened so far too…however many that is."

"You read the eighth one today."

"Yeah, that sounds right. I know I still have like thirty more letters to go, but have you noticed that she only refers to the man who raised me and doesn't refer to Vince?"

"Maybe she didn't fully realize for a while."

"But I swear that there's letters in that envelope I got from Vince a few years ago dated in 1981 and 1982. The letter that I read today is from 1991."

Randy shrugs. "That is rather odd. Maybe she wasn't entirely sure."

"But she was sending him letters and sonograms. Let's be real here, babe. I don't look like the father that raised me at all. Richard Smith may have raised me, but I share more resemblance with Vince McMahon. I barely even resemble Vince either, but I can see a little bit of him in me."

Randy nods. "Fair enough. Personally, I think the only explanation that we'll potentially get is through reading more letters, Rissa."

I sigh. "I think you're right. Are you done eating? Let me clean up."

I open the box up once more and pull out the letter numbered nine. "Here we go again."

Randy puts an arm around me. "Two in one day? I'm impressed."

I put my reading glasses on. "Well, maybe I'll find answers."

I start reading.

Date: July 2, 1992

Dear Marissa, Happy tenth birthday. I hope you have grown up into an intelligent child. While I was around, you were the smartest little girl.

I feel like so much time has passed since I moved to Davenport. It's been almost seven years. That's quite a bit of time.

I feel like all of you are growing up so fast. You're ten. Tyler is about to be twelve. Colby is six. None of you are actually little kids anymore.

It makes me realize how much I am missing yours and Tyler's childhoods. I'm so sorry.

Love, Mom

I look at Randy. "No answers in this one. Just rambling about how she feels like we were growing up so fast."

Randy takes the letter to read. "Ah, I see. They do grow up so fast."

I kiss Randy's cheek. "I could be on my way to being pregnant with one that will grow up so fast."

Randy kisses me on the forehead. "Hopefully sooner than later."