John stood and went to the bathroom to dress after it was over.
He turned to the girls and said his goodbyes. Kelly smiled sweetly as she kissed him lightly on the lips and whispered a thank you into his ear.
Mickie thanked John too, and when he looked to her to see if he could see any resentment or dislike in her eyes, there was none.
After he was gone, back to his room and to Randy, Mickie turned to Kelly with a smile on her face. She crawled into bed beside Kelly, and pulled her close, kissing her sweetly.
"Are you okay, Micks?" Kelly asked her.
"Yeah babe, I'm all right. It was actually kind of hot seeing you with John. I guess that's because I knew why he was doing what he was doing." Mickie answered saying what she honestly felt at that moment. Truth be known, she wasn't totally gay herself. But lately she preferred the company of women.
"Well I just hope it works…" Kelly said, with a little yawn.
"Yeah, me too babe, me too." Said Mickie.
THREE WEEKS LATER
John was chilling in his hotel room, waiting for Randy to get back. He was already done for the night, his match had been up first. He would be hearing something from the girls any day now, as to whether or not it had worked. John was kind of hoping deep down that it had. He wanted the baby too.
Suddenly his cell phone rang on the bedside table and John jumped; startled by the noise.
He set down his bottle of Evian and picked up the phone.
"Yeah?" he answered.
"John, It's Mickie." She said.
"Hey Mickie…what's up?"
"Just thought I should let you know, that Kelly just took a pregnancy test."
"And?" John asked, crossing his fingers.
"The result came back negative, she's not pregnant John." Mickie replied sounding a little sad.
"Oh, well, we could always try again." John said, trying not to sound too eager. Sure he loved Randy, but being with Kelly had been fun. And his reason for doing it had been the most amazing thing about it. He was trying to create a life.
"Is she there now?" John asked Mickie.
"Yeah she's right here, wanna talk to her?" Mickie replied.
"If she wants to talk to me."
Kelly came on the phone then, and when she said hello to John, he could hear her voice shaking and he knew she'd been crying a little.
"Hi John." She said.
"Hey sweetie; I was very sorry to hear about the negative. Bummer; but we can always try again when you ovulate next."
"You want to?" Kelly asked, sounding surprised.
"Of course I do. I know how much a baby would mean to you and to Mickie."
"That's great John. You know I was afraid to have Mickie tell you. Because I thought that you might change your mind and not want to do this anymore."
"No way! You know what I say Kelly, Never Give Up!"
"Well my next ovulation should be in about 2 weeks or so. I will keep you posted and believe me, as soon as things are happening you'll know about it."
"Ok sweetie. You be sure and let me know….and Kelly?"
"Yeah?"
"Tell Mickie I said thanks for being so cool about the whole thing. I know it can't be easy for her, knowing what's going on, ya know?"
"Yeah I do, I will tell her. Anyway John, I'm gonna go to bed, I'm kinda tired. And Mickie wants to cuddle."
"Yeah, Randy just walked in the door here. And he's looking at me like he wants some attention too. Good Night Kelly."
"Bye John." She said and hung up.
John hung up the phone then and turned to face Randy.
"Well, did it work, is she knocked up?" Randy asked.
"No, she didn't conceive. Guess her body wasn't ready for it just then after all." John replied.
"So that means you're not going to be the donor after all right?" Randy asked.
"No…it means we're going to try again in a couple weeks, the next time she's ready."
"But, John!"
"Randy! I don't want to hear it. This isn't just something I'm doing for the girls. It's for me too. I want the kid too."
"Fine…you do what you want John! And when the lesbians have you tied down with the kid on a Saturday night so they can go out clubbing and cruising together then don't you dare come crying to me!"
Randy grabbed his jacket and stormed out then.
John fell back on the bed feeling hurt by Randy's reaction. Why was it such a big deal to him? John lay there trying to figure it out for himself until he got too tired to think anymore and fell asleep.
John woke the next morning and rolled over to find Randy back in bed beside him. He must have come in really late, and hadn't wanted to wake him for some make up lovin'
John rolled over and started to spoon Randy. He bent to kiss Randy's neck in hopes of waking him for some morning play and that was when he saw it. A hickey.
John tried to tell himself that it wasn't what it looked like. It was probably just a bruise from taking a hard fall in the ring. But somewhere in his gut he knew it to be true. Randy had cheated on him last night.
John felt his eyes tear up as he tried to imagine Randy with another guy. His sexy Randy with Miz, or Swagger…John felt nauseated and rolled back over to his side of the bed. A single tear slid down his cheek.
Just then Randy stirred beside him, and rolled over, trying to spoon him.
"Good morning champ!" he whispered in John's ear; as he pressed his morning hardness against John's backside.
John pretended to still be asleep. He was hoping Randy would give up and leave him alone. But Randy persisted, and began nibbling John's earlobe.
"What's the matter baby? Not in the mood?"
That was it! John could stand no more. He rolled over and looked at Randy with a scowl.
"No Randy! I'm not in the mood. For sex anyway; but I am in the mood for an explanation."
"Of what?" Randy asked, still pawing at John.
"Don't touch me!"
"Ok John, I'll bite. What am I explaining to you now?"
John reached out then and grabbed Randy's head in his hands, turning it.
"What exactly do you call that?" he demanded, running his finger over the hickey.
Randy stopped then and sat up in bed, turning white. He was caught! And it was all that slut Miz's fault. He had told him not to leave any marks.
He looked at John again who was now standing at the edge of the bed, tapping his foot waiting for an answer; and in that moment Randy knew that no matter what he told John it had better be the truth.