A/N: Sorry if some of you thought the last chapter was too short or that it took me forever to get it out. I had been working on a one shot entitled Home which is posted on for you all to check out. This chapter was designed to be a little shorter, but I hope you all enjoy it either way. By the way, there is a poll on my profile on which story I should start next.

Accidentally Expecting

"Oh yeah? You think you're going to get to spend a lot of time over here?" Randy smirked as he watched a similar smirk take over Lacey's features. "I'm not too sure about that. I could never trust you enough to know that you won't jump me out of nowhere. We both know I'm sexy."

Lacey tried her best to stifle the laughter gathering in her throat, but to no avail. Holding up a hand to stop him for a second, she continued to laugh. "Sorry. Wow. Someone's not extremely conceited or anything."

Randy couldn't help but turn his smirk into a smile as she continued to giggle. "You know I'm hot, babe. Just admit it, it's fine." Lacey rolled her eyes as her laughing finally died down. She had to bite on her lower lip in order to look up at the 6'4" man in front of her. "That's what attracted you to me. The same could go for you, though, babe."

"Babe?" The taller brunette just nodded. "Are you sure you weren't dropped on your head as an infant?" Proving that she could handle whatever he had to dish out, she placed her hands on her hips and smirked again. "I mean, at least if I said I was hot, I wouldn't be lying. I know I am, but I don't go around getting in people's faces about it."

"You've got one thing right." A perfectly polished eyebrow raised in Randy's direction from the Texas native. "You are smokin'. Come on, Lacey. That ass, especially in the jeans you wore that night in Chicago." Randy shook his head and took in her appearance. The ensemble was simple, but he couldn't get over how glowing she looked. He realized that people didn't lie about the glow that a pregnant woman got. Noticing the slight blush rising in her cheeks, he knew her weakness.

Flickering her eyelashes in his direction to ease up on the blush, she took in his outfit. Since settling in after their earlier conversation, he changed into a pair of dark blue Nike sweatpants that tugged on his thighs and a tight white Affliction Eagle Shield t-shirt. If there was one thing about Randy that she could say she was attracted to, it had to be his muscles. On most men, a pair of sweatpants would be just that, a piece of fabric hiding what they had below. But with Randy, they made Lacey want to get reacquainted with the pure muscle underneath them. The t-shirt did the same to her. A simple white t-shirt that stuck to his chiseled chest very well, showing the endless abs underneath.

Randy, on the other hand, couldn't get over the small bump of her stomach. Knowing that it was his child in there was breath-taking, far beyond the fact that Lacey on her own was gorgeous. From their night in Chicago, when she was "dressed down" in tight jeans and the off the shoulder sweater-type shirt she wore with a little bit of her lace bra peeking out, he thought she looked amazing. But as she stood in front of him, carrying their child, in just track pants and a t-shirt, he was wrong about Chicago. She looked a lot better here and now. When he followed down her toned arms to see her wringing her hands, for the first time he caught a glimpse of her tattoo. "When did you get that?"

Breaking out of her reverie, Lacey looked up to Randy slightly confused, When he pointed to the ink on the inside of her left wrist, she smiled, and then slowly let the smile wash off of her face. "You know when you're with someone and you think they're 'the one'". She watched Randy slowly nod, as he hoped she wouldn't bring up his past relationships. "Well, the heart I got when I was with Dave." Lacey took a second to lean against the doorway and cast a glance towards the half-assembled crib. "I had just turned 18 when my parents introduced us. My father met David at a local convention or something like that, and when I met him myself, I was blown away." Pursing her lips together, she shrugged. "To think that my father would set his only daughter up with someone thirteen years older than me was a little tough to believe, but I went with it."

Randy watched different emotions play over her face as she thought long and hard about what to say next. He wasn't sure if it was Dave that she had a problem speaking about, or her parents. Maybe it was both?

"I just wanted to make my father happy, you know?" She couldn't look up at Randy. She didn't want to see his reaction to her story. It was a story that Lacey actually ashamed of. "So, three years later, David and I got married. I thought everything was fine, so I got that tattoo. I have others, but this one I thought was more special than the others. And then a week before the wedding, I got his initials underneath it." A small smile crossed her face, but never truly reached her eyes. Lacey felt a knot in her stomach as she stepped all the way into the room and over to the crib. As she ran her hand over the top bar, she bit her bottom lip and turned to look over her shoulder at Randy to see him watching her intently. "A year and a half later. when we got divorced, I went back and got a small star put around his initials and then got it filled in."

As she turned back to run her eyes over the crib in front of her, Randy crossed the room and placed his hands on Lacey's sides. Neither said a word as Lacey felt her breath catch in her throat. "You didn't have to tell me that."

Lacey nodded and slowly turned to face Randy. "I know." Not knowing what to do with her hands, she interlocked her fingers together on her stomach and slowly lifted her eyes to meet Randy's baby blues. "But I wanted to."

Randy couldn't help the smile taking over his chiseled face. He moved one hand onto her growing abdomen and felt his smile getting bigger. "Do you want to spend the night here, tonight? I'll make dinner and everything."

Lacey smiled up at him, and this time, the smile was genuine enough to capture her dark brown eyes. "That sounds fantastic." Pausing to remember her encounter with Torrie upon her arrival earlier, she continued, "Torrie, on the way in here, said something about stopping to get dinner for you two tonight. I think she said she'd call you or somethin'."

"I'll call her in a bit and the three of us can do lunch tomorrow, maybe?"

Lacey nodded, her long locks swaying back and forth over her back. "Yeah, that'd be great." Lacey took in the feeling of safety with Randy around, but remembered she had a few things to take care of at home. "Listen, how about you make dinner for, say, seven o'clock. I have to take care of a couple things at home."

"Seven sounds good. I'll walk you over, okay?" She nodded again, as Randy stepped away from her, letting his hands fall to his sides. Knowing the layout, since it was like hers, she walked down the front stairwell to the front hallway and door area, and walked outside to the warm sunshine. Glancing back to make sure Randy was with her, he flashed her a sweet smile before shutting the door. The quick walk across the street was in an enjoyable silence, letting the last half an hour or so replay in their minds. But as the twosome reached Lacey's door, Lacey had a feeling deep down that she didn't want him to leave, but knew if he stayed with her that dinner wouldn't get made and she would get nothing done on the Sequel. "So I'll see you at seven?"

"Yeah." As Randy placed a kiss to Lacey's cheek, and then stepped away to walk back to his condo. Lacey placed her fingers to where his lips just were as she stepped into her place with a bright smile on her face and butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

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