Lexi stood in the middle of the ring, her belt draped over her shoulder, and a mic in her hand. She had on a pair of jeans and a tank top covered with sequins.

"I'm here to let everyone know a little bit about what happened on Monday night." She said, as the footage played. She hadn't seen it until now. Tears sprung to her eyes as she saw how upset Randy was.
"I had a severe case of dehydration, but after some tests were ran, I was told about some other under lying medical conditions. Because of that, I am forced to relinquish the title, and take a leave of absence." She said, wiping tears from her face.
"Before I leave, I just want to thank all of you for welcoming me, and cheering me on. I have dreamt of this since I was a little girl. Thank you for helping make my dreams come true." She said, smiling though the tears.
She dropped the mic in the middle of the ring and sat the belt down, and walked out of the ring. She hadn't told Randy that she was going to be out first, she hadn't told him that she was leaving right after she got out of the ring. She hadn't told him bye, because she knew she couldn't face him. When she got in the cab, she sent him a text.

L~sorry, have to go home. phone is messing up. will call in a couple days. be safe. i love you

With that she turned her phone off. After landing she hopped a cab to Randy's placed, she packed the few things she had there, and loaded it in her car. then she left him a note.

Randy,

Let me start off by saying I'm sorry. There are reasons for this that you may not understand, and this is the only way I could do it. If I had to face you, I wouldn't be able to leave. I know you are going to hear a lot of things, I just want you to know, out of all of this, I love you so much. I finally had everything I wanted in life, someone who loved me, but something has happened that you wouldn't be happy with, and I'm sorry that I don't have the guts to face you, and let you decide for yourself. The only way I know to do this is a clean cut. My number will be changed, so you won't be able to call. Please move on with your life. Find someone who will love you as much as I do, someone you can truly be happy with. Maybe one day I will be able to tell you everything, but until then, you have to trust that this is for the best.

Love, Lex

She left his house, knowing he would be on his way home right after smackdown, knowing he wouldn't be able to go without talking to her. When she got home, she quickly packed her things, and by the next morning she had found a new apartment, close by, and was moved before darkness had fallen. She refused to think of how Randy would deal with her note, she had more important things to think of. Tomorrow was her first doctors appointment, and she was terrified there was something wrong with the baby. Lexi laid in bed, for a sleepless night of tossing and turning, Randy's face haunting her dreams.

He knew she wasn't there. Her car wasn't in the garage. But he couldn't help but call out her name when he walked in the house.

"Lex! Where are you? We need to talk." He had no idea what was going on, what under laying medical conditions she was talking about, she hadn't mentioned any of that to him.
"Come on Lex, please be here." He said, knowing he was talking to himself. He saw a note taped to the TV, with his name on it. There was no way she was doing this to him. How could she do this? What had happened that he wouldn't be happy with? He jumped in his car and headed to her place. She couldn't hide from him. He had to see her, make everything ok. He ran to her door, to find it open a crack, his heart was about to beat out of his chest as he swung the door open, but there was nothing there, it was spotless. She was gone. How would he ever find her now? Maybe she had left a clue back at his place. He knew there was nothing there to tell him where she was, but he did know there was something there to help drown his sorrows in. When he got home, he opened the cabinet above the frig. he reached to the back and pulled out an unopened bottle of whiskey.
He knew he needed to fly out to get to the next stop on the tour, but fuck it, fuck work, fuck life, fuck Lexi. If she didn't care enough to stay and talk to him, he didn't care enough to stay sober, not anymore. He drank until he couldn't see her face, her smile. He was woke up the next day by his phone vibrating in his pocket.

"Lex?" He asked into the receiver.

"It's John, Randy, where are you? The boss is pitching a fit." John Cena said.

"She's gone Cena." Randy slurred, taking another drink out of the almost empty bottle.

"What do you mean? Who's gone?"

"Lex. She came here packed her shit and left. I can't find her anywhere, she moved from her apartment. What am I going to do?" Randy asked.

"She'll call you. Give her time." John said.

"No, she left a note, she said there was something going on that wouldn't make me happy. What am I going to do without her?" Randy said, sobbing.
"I can't fuckin' work like this. Not without her. I have to know that she's ok." Randy said, finishing off the bottle.

"I'll talk with the big wigs, tell them your sick, see if you can get some time off." John said.
"I'll be home in a few days. I'll help you figure this out. Don't do anything stupid. You hear me Orton?"

"Yeah." Randy said hanging up his phone. He managed to make it to his room, falling on his bed, but it smelled like her. As much as he wanted to move, his body made him stay, at least he still had this left. He rolled over to turn off his light, and found one of his shirts she had always wore to bed. He picked it up and brought it to his nose, breathing in her scent. He fall asleep with the shirt draped across his face.

Lexi left the doctor's with more questions than she had came in with. They had ran a bunch of tests, and while the ultrasound looked great, they explained that they needed to get all of the tests back before they were for sure, and it could take a couple days. The days seemed to drag on for years. She had nothing to do but sit and think, she tried to distract herself with the computer, but she always ended up on wrestling sites. Bad move.
Randy was out with a concussion he got during Smackdown, when Daniels hit him with the belt. Not a very likely story, but this gave him the time he needed to heal. She was happy about that. She just hoped he wasn't sitting at home drinking.
Friday morning her phone rang, it was the doctors office, telling her that her tests came back fine. According to the tests they ran, and the measurements that they took, she was 14 weeks. That dated back to one of the first times she had been with Randy. She tried to push those memories from her head, but didn't have much luck. She was happy that she had been able to save her money, she wouldn't have to get a job until after the baby came. She knew that she wouldn't be able to hide out forever. She would eventually have to get back to the real world. She didn't have enough money to live off of the rest of her life. But right now she was fine with hiding out. She had even found a grocery store that would deliver. She could pay all her bills online. The only time she had to leave her apartment was when she was going to the doctors. She had already ordered some maternity clothes online, her pants were getting pretty snug. She could even make out a small baby bump, her body had no where to hide it, but baggy shirts would work for now when she did have to leave. She always had her hair pulled up and wore sunglasses and a ball cap, not wanting anyone to recognize her. She knew it was only a matter of time before the rumors would start, and people were already saying she was pregnant. Other people figured it out before she had. She hadn't known what to look for. She had been told as a teen that it would be next to impossible for her to even become pregnant, because of her irregular periods. She could go for months on end without one, and with how she had been training, it was normal to miss more often. Now that she looked back she kicked herself for not knowing sooner. She put her child in serious harm while being in the ring while pregnant, that was something that she would never forgive herself for, and she would work the rest of her life to make sure her baby was safe.

Months had passed, and Wrestle Mania was this Sunday. She had watched Randy damn near fall apart on screen. He missed so many moves, and was being talked about all over. She had talked herself into going to Miami, talking to him, letting him know she was ok. But the second he saw her, he would be able to tell. Even baggy shirts wouldn't hide her bump now. Their little girl was growing so fast, and at 22 weeks, she look further along than she was. Her doctor assured her everything was fine, and it was due to her being so thin. Lexi stood with her keys in her hand, while watching Wrestle Mania. If anything happened, she knew she would be out the door and on her way to Miami. She watched Randy come out. He looked like he had been hit by a semi. He had dark circles under his eyes, he looked as if he hadn't shaved for a few weeks, bathed either. He was sharp tonight though. On spot. No doubt he had been lectured back stage. He was up against Big Show, since Cody Rhodes was out with a "leg injury", although he sat ringside. She knew why he was out there. He was going to do nothing but piss Show off and get Randy hurt.

Randy was waiting for the choke slam all night. He had bigger things on his mind, and once the choke slam came, he could get back stage and check his phone. Randy had to hide the smile on his face as he was picked up and slammed down to the mat. That shit hurt, but he knew he was in for some comfort tonight. Once he limped back stage, he dashed off to the locker room, and grabbed his phone. He dialed the number of the missed call.

"So, what did you get?" He asked, smiling.

"I got what you asked for, when can we meet?" The husky voice on the other end asked.

"Tonight? That would be best for me." Randy said.

"You're in Miami, right?" The man asked.

"Yeah." Randy answered.

"How about your hotel parking lot, say one hour?"

"Yeah sounds great." Randy said, almost jumping for joy. He showered and headed out of the arena.

"Where you going so fast?" Cena asked.

"I have to, um, meet with someone." Randy said, not stopping.

"Randy, I hope you're not doing anything stupid." John called after him, knowing he hadn't heard a word he said.
An hour later, Randy watched the portly man pull up next to his viper. Randy stepped out of his car the same time the man did.

"You have the stuff?" Randy asked.

"You go the money?" The man asked.
Randy handed him an envelope stuffed with money, and took the package from his hand.
"Hope we can do business again." The man said.

"I hope this is enough that I never have to deal with this shit again." Randy said, getting into his car. He had already checked out, and was heading home. He had a long drive ahead of him, but he was happy with how it was going to end up. This was the first time in months he could remember smiling.