a/n GUYS I FIGURED OUT HOW TO END IT ON 30 CHAPTERS ! THIS IS EXCITING! Shout out to Livin on the EDGE, Julzi, Showni13 and Jessica-Angelbaby-Bautista for being amazing and reviewing (when was the last time I got 4 reviews on a chapter for any of my stories?)

-October 9, 2010-

"Bien sûr, je sais pas quoi j'ai excepté." I felt something soft hit the back of my head, but with the force behind it it certainly didn't feel soft. "Putain! Levez-vous!"

I rolled over to try and get away from the beating I was receiving and, in doing so, I ended up on the floor, rubbing my head and my shoulder.

"Stop!" I shouted, covering my head in my arms. The beating did not stop. "Merde!"

"What the fuck?" Another voice entered the fray, this time belonging to a man. I was no longer under attack so I decided to move my arms away. Maryse was standing over my armed with a cushion that she had drawn back over her head, ready for another swing.

Realising I was on the floor, I sat up quickly and pulled myself away from her in fear that she might strike again. I glanced sideways quickly to see Mike on the couch looking up at her with wide eyes.

"Why I am not surprised? You never stop speaking about her and you're always staring at her!" she shouted at him, hitting him with the cushion. "You are unbelievable! The both of you!"

"Ryse…"

"Don't even bother! I came home this morning ready to celebrate your birthday because I missed it yesterday…" she threw the pillow at the ground, then she rubbed her temples harshly. "But I open the door to find my boyfriend and his ex-girlfriend lying on the couch together."

I glanced up at Mike, though he didn't seem to look sorry or worried. He looked annoyed. He was simply staring at her, waiting for her to stop speaking so he could say something.

"I'm pretty sure we broke up on Monday," he stated. My jaw dropped and Maryse squealed and stomped her foot.

"I beg your pardon?" I asked, but it fell on deaf ears.

"You were serious?" Maryse asked him quietly but furiously. She inhaled deeply through her nose and shut her eyes. "I can't believe you're doing this to me."

"You did this to yourself when you told me who I could and couldn't be friends with."

I sat on the floor and watched the two of them argue in front of me. I had no clue what was happening other than they were breaking up – or it was being reiterated – and I didn't know what to do. I was far too intrigued to get up and leave the room but watching felt intrusive.

"Don't crawl back to me when she fucks up again!" Maryse shouted, turning around and marching out the door.

"I don't plan on it," Mike drawled as the door slammed shut. "Breakfast?" he asked me as he stood up and stretched.

"Pardon?"

"Breakfast?" He asked again. "Most important meal of the day?"

"Can you explain what just happened?" I asked him, feeling myself become more and more distraught by the second. "You lied to me last night? Did we or did not get into a fight over her?"

"I guess so." He shrugged, pointing to the kitchen. "I can make pancakes."

"I'm being serious! Why wouldn't you just tell me that you broke up with her?" Mike scratched the back of his neck and slightly shrugged. "We're so fucked up."

"So, breakfast?" he repeated, stretching his hand out to me. I put my hand in his and let him pull me off the floor.

All the while he was making pancakes, I thought about what had transpired. He had said that he had a girlfriend, right? I hadn't just imagined that? Part of me realised that he was saying something but I was much too confused to hold a conversation with him. I was zoning in and out of the kitchen, hearing the sounds of the frypan and Mike's general loudness but they were being pushed about my own thoughts.

"Claire?" Mike clicked his fingers in front of my face. "You still in there?"

"I think so." I told him quietly. I looked down at the plate of food in front of me but then back up at him. "What are we doing?"

"Eating breakfast?"

"I'm being serious," I grumbled, already sick of his childishness. He pulled face, as if to say that he was, too, but when he looked at me I think he realised just how serious I was being.

"I suppose we need to talk, yeah?"

And that led to an hour long conversation about us. The past was brought up and neither of us jumped down the other's throat.

It was when we began talking about the future that things got really deep. We knew what the other wanted – Mike wanted to become the WWE Champion before he started a family. It hadn't always been a goal of his but with his increasing popularity with WWE Management, it had been something he'd thought about. I, on the other hand, was ready to start a family. I'd been through enough shit in my life to wait any longer.

We sat across from each other at the dining table, looking at each other. I couldn't hear anything but sound of us breathing.

"I know that I want to do it with you, though." I closed my eyes once he finished speaking, letting his words sink in. He reached over the table and held my hands in his. I looked up at the light as soon as I felt myself want to cry. "We can do this, Claire. You and me."

"Me and you?"

"Fuck everyone else. What do you care what they think? Maryse will get over. Randy should probably go live his own life anyway, right?" I laughed and nodded in agreement. When I looked at Mike again, he squeezed my hand. "We can do this."

"Nous pouvons."

"I think the biggest question is…" Mike was deadly serious, but it took a split second for a smirk to appear on his face. "Who do we tell first?"

Bien sûr, je sais pas quoi j'ai excepté – Of course, I don't know what I expected.

Putain ! Levez-vous ! - Whore! Get up!

a/n What if Claire hadn't been diagnosed with cancer? has been uploaded! It's the first chapter of 'When You Mess With Fate' and you should check it out!