A/N: So I'm really glad this has started off so well. So sorry it took me forever to update. With Powder-puff football and the play I haven't had time. As well as that fun 8 hour Emergency Room visit because of Powder-puff. I broke my finger. And my mom over-reacts about everything. So without further ado, chapter two.

Accidentally Expecting

Thinking back to the last time she was ever in this situation, she was stumped. Sure, Dave was a good husband, but he was too monotonous. It was the same every night, and after a while, she got pretty bored of the routine. For the first few weeks of marriage, their sex lives were very active, but after falling into their normal lives, it slowed down. A lot. Dave would always surprise her. Whether it was with a dozen orange roses, her favorite, on the way home from his day at work, hers at school, or the bedroom and master bathroom sprinkled with the same rose petals, she could always count on something. And then it stopped.

After about five months, it just flat out ended. No more surprises. No more roses. No more love notes he would leave in her textbooks. Nothing. Nada. Zip. And to be honest, Lacey was disappointed about the whole thing.

But this, with Randy, was a different surprise. She came to Chicago to promote her book. The end. And then it turned into this. Randy Orton, enemy number one, was in her hotel room, kissing her, and playing around with the hem of her top.

Hoping nothing broke in her purse when she dropped it to the floor, Randy lifted her up, leaving her to wrap her legs around his waist. Resting them above his fine ass, she let out a moan as his lips attacked her neck.

The very few times she was ever allowed to go out with friends, Dave never let her wear anything sexy or revealing. It was always what Dave wanted. And those scarce times she could even go out to dinner with her girlfriends, the least he would let her leave in would be jeans and a spaghetti strap tank top. Those times were only when Dave was too busy with work from the law firm to go out.

When Randy placed her down on the bed, she couldn't help the smile on her face. That was until she felt his cool hands slide her jeans down her toned and tan legs. But when his eyes peeked at her yellow and pink polka-dotted laced g-string, she tried to cover the blush rising in her cheeks.

It wasn't until he started pulling the barely there garment down that she finally realized what the hell was going on.

And then he had the audacity to tell her he had no protection. Of course he didn't. He never has sex. Luckily for her horny self, she always carried some in her purse. When Randy slid into her, she couldn't think of one reason as to why he never had sex. Hell, she couldn't think. She was too busy screaming at the length.

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Two months had passed since the night in the hotel room. And after a very awkward morning after, where they were cuddled in the bright sunlight and Lacey trying to comprehend how any of that had happened at all, they shared an equally inconvenient breakfast they shared, the twosome decided it would be best to not speak to each other anymore. Not that they really did to begin with.

The rules they made would be telling no one of what happened that night. And no contact outside of those inopportune times they had to work together. At all.

Randy sat in his home office, reading over the edits his publishing company sent back to him for the next book. Re-reading the chapter he had written, he highlighted the entire thirteen pages and deleted it off of the computer screen.

The ringing of his desk phone pulled him back from tearing down his self-confidence. "Orton."

"Randy, there's a young woman downstairs to see you."

Running a hand over his face and short hair, Randy sighed. He needed to get this chapter done, and with a visitor, there would be no time. "Who is it?"

Listening to the lobby man asking the woman who she was, he took a sip of his coffee. "A Ms. Reed. Lacey Reed."

Furrowing his brow in confusion, he leant back in his chair. She wasn't supposed to contact him. And she was most certainly not supposed to be here. "Uh, send her up."

Placing the phone back on the holder, he stood from the desk and walked to the floor length mirror across from the desk. Pushing the creases from his dark jeans, he pulled on the Megadeath t-shirt he was sporting. Pulling it from his upper body, he walked down the hall to his walk in closet. Tossing the t-shirt in the corner to the laundry pile forming there, he pulled a black button down shirt with tribal designs on the forearms and slipped it on, buttoning it up almost the entire way.

What the hell was she doing here? Two months later, thinking she could just waltz in here and break her own rule? She was the one to choose for them to not speak to each other.

This shit must be important. Walking to the front of the apartment, knocking could be heard at the door.

Ruffling his hair a little bit since he hadn't cared to gel it yet, he opened the door to see a nervous Lacey, clad it a large Dallas Cowboys hoodie and black legging leading to tan Uggs. "Lacey, hey."

Offering him a nervous smile, she shoved her hands into the front pocket of the sweatshirt. "Hi"

"Uh," casting a look over his shoulder to look at the apartment, he turned back to her, "come in." She nodded and slipped past him into the kitchen with him following behind her. "So what's up? We had that agreement."

"Yeah, about that." Pulling a hand from the sweatshirt, she tucked her bangs behind her ear, and slipping her hand back into the pocket. "The situation has kind of changed." She planned how she was going to say this on the plane ride to New York, but standing in front of him, she couldn't do it. It was a hundred times harder than she thought it would be.

Oh fuck no. "You're not--" he couldn't even say the word. The one word that alone could destroy his future. His career. "Lacey." All she could do was lower her head. "Please tell me you're not--"

"Pregnant?" Looking through thick lashes, she pursed her lips together. "That would be so easy for you, huh?" As far as she was concerned, they were both screwed. How could she say guys were useless and girls were better off without them when she really needed this one to stick around for her? As well as a baby. "I am."

Closing her eyes, she fought to not look at him. So she could not see the disappointment in his eyes. He'd pin it all on her and she'd flip out on him, which would lead him to leaving her on her own.

"I'm pregnant, Randy."

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