A/N: sorry, another short update, but i promise they will get longer! :
"What did you just say?"
"Good Morning Rae?" he almost asked. He questioned why I wanted him to repeat himself.
"That's not what you just said." I could feel my heart rate increasing by the second. I just jumped out of the bed and raced into the bathroom.
"Rae, come out. It's what I meant," I threw some water on my face too keep from getting too upset, but the damage had already been done. I flung the bathroom door open and glared into Paul's deep eyes.
"If you want-" I began, shortly after realizing I was dwarfed by him. I grabbed the chair at the desk and pulled it in front of him. I stood on it so I towered over him.
"If you want her, you go find her, but don't fuck with me Paul, because I actually have feelings for you." I yelled into his face.
"I want to marry you, doesn't that count for something?!" he said holding me by the waist, but I pushed him away.
"No, I can't belive that. Go find Shawn and tell him to help you deal with this like you need help dealing with everything."
"No! I wont go find Shawn! I'm sorry if I call you Stephanie, but you fucking screamed Randy Orton's name during sex! You don't think that hurts Rae?" he glared right back at me.
"There's a difference. I was still with Randy. I cheated on him for you. I broke up with him for you. I made him lose the wwe championship for you. Hell, you could go as far to say i broke his heart for you. I made him hate me because of you. What have you done for me, Paul?" There was a short silence and he looked anxiously around the room.
"That's what I thought." I said before going back into the bathroom.
"Rae, you better come out here right now!" he yelled banging on the door.
"Don't you mean Stephanie?!" I screamed as i turned on the shower. After minutes of trying to coax me out of the bathroom Paul slammed the door to the hotel room and left. I washed my hair and sighed deeply. When I was done i grabbed my phone and called Dave.
"Hello?" he said groggily.
"What's you're room number?" I asked.
"511, why?" I then hung up before answering him and ran down to his suite. I knocked a few times and when his eyes grew wide, i then noticed i was still in a towel.
"Um...hey" he said, letting me in.
"What?" I asked toward the weird look on his face.
"Nothing." he said. "What's going on with you?" he continued.
"Paul and I just cant stop fighting. It's only been this past week, but it feels like it's been going on forever" i said. Batista sat on the couch facing the large windows and I sat next to him. Suddenly he pulled me on his lap and looked in my eyes. I could feel his hardness underneath me, but I didn't want to say anything.
"Continue,"
"Well this morning he called me stephanie. I dont know, I just feel like I can never be as good as her."
"What did I tell you last night baby girl?" he semi-scolded. Batista was like a brother to me, a hot brother, but a brother none the less. I just cried into his shoulder as he rubbed my arms gently.
"Let it out." he said waiting patiently for me to stop.
"I'm sorry," I looked at his shirt and it was wet and covered in mascara.
"Its fine, I have lots of shirts."
"Speaking of shirts can I borrow one?" I asked looking down at the towel.
"Sure" he got up and went to his room while I stared at a spot in the carpet.
"Here." he said tossing me a blue button-down.
"Thanks so much Dave. I need to go talk to Paul, but I will see you in Indiana.
"Bye love." he said, giving me a quick peck on the lips after i put his oversized shirt on. I left his room and ran back up to ours. I knocked and Paul opened it without even looking at me. In the middle of the floor was all of our stuff that he must have packed up.
"Paul, I'm sorry!" I said hugging him. " I was just jealous that Stephanie still had a hold on you're heart."
"She doesn't! What do I have to do to prove that to you?" I tried so hard to keep my temper, but I knew I had more explaining to do. Instead of yelling back at him, I walked to the couch and began speaking.
"Do you want to know who the father was?" It took him a moment to respond and I knew he was confused at first.
"Um...yeah" he said leaning up agasinst the fireplace.
"Randy was the baby's father. I think about him every day. It's not that I want to, but I cant help it. You have two children with Stepanie and I know you think about her." I said sadly
"Not as much as I think about you" he replied pulling me into a hug.
