Title: Priorities

Rated: T (Teen)

Genre(s): Romance/Hurt/Comfort

Pair(s): Mark/Randy, Mark/Mike

Summary: After winning the championship, Randy has become distant. It's taking its toll on his relationship with Mark. Will it be saved, or is it too late?

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, besides my OCs.

Warning: Slash

Part: 3/3

A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update! My Mark muse was totally shot. Hope this makes up for it!

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Mark looked around in amazement. The normal off-white curtains had been taken down and switched out with curtains made of black lace. They were drawn to the side just a bit to reveal an ornate, silver candelabrum that held four tall, black candles. The table had been pushed up against the wall, and it had been covered in a black tablecloth. A three course dinner rested in various places on the surface, and he could smell dessert in the oven. Green eyes flickered over to Randy, who stood nervously in the corner. Had he done all of this?

Hesitantly, he walked over and took a seat. Randy did the same. An uncomfortable silence settled over them, neither wanting to be the first to break it. So, they simply started to eat. The food was absolutely delicious – that was Mark's first clue as to the fact that Randy had had help with all of this. The last time he had left Randy alone in the kitchen, he had almost burned the house down. Needless to say, the first time had been the last time. But Mark really didn't mind the fact that he had had help. At least he had made an effort.

"Um… Mark?" The Deadman raised a dark eyebrow, his attention still fixed on the food in front of him. "I just wanted to say that I'm very sorry that I forgot our anniversary. I never meant to hurt you like that."

Mark nodded, before he started to cut off a piece of steak. "I know."

Randy's eyes widened. Mark was finally talking to him! But then the fear started to grow as well. What if he said something to mess this up? "And I understand if you don't forgive me. I just hope that you do."

"Listen, let's just cut to the chase." Mark said. He was never one to dwell on his emotions, after all. "You hurt me, so therefore I felt the need to retaliate and hurt you back. That being said, I should have never left you hanging like that. You deserve an answer."

"Do you still love me, Mark?" Randy was almost afraid to ask.

"Yeah. I love you." Randy knew that those words did not come easily to Mark, and that it meant a lot for him to say them. "Would I be sitting here, eating dinner with you at… one o' clock in the morning if I didn't?"

"I guess not." Randy smiled.

They went back to eating their meal, occasionally making small talk, the uncomfortable silence now broken. Randy felt at ease for the first time in the last few days, knowing that his husband loved him and that they would make it through this. Honestly, he didn't know what he would do without Mark and Bethany. Without them, the World Heavyweight Belt was a cold victory. But with them, it was like he was a totally different man. There wasn't a moment of the day that he wasn't thankful for his family.

"So… we're OK now, right?" Randy asked tentatively.

Mark nodded. "Yeah. We're just fine."