There's one reviewer who hit the nail on the head for where I was going with the last chapter, but I won't say who just yet… it would ruin the plot. Only that great minds think alike! Lol Man, am I the only one here that thinks Randy's champ reign now, is one of his best ever. I guess I'm just a sucker for a face, and face(ish) Randy is just so heart-warmingly HOT! Lol

Chapter 26 - Crazy From The Heart

A week crawled by way to quickly for my taste. My allotted twenty-one days were numbered, and now we were down to fourteen. My chest tightened and I found it hard to breathe properly when I thought about his departure. I knew, getting into this relationship, and marriage, that this would happen at some point. That didn't make it any less painful, though. Not to mention that today, April 9th, 2011, and that meant that it was one year ago that Randy and I met in that bar here in St. Louis. I sat down on the couch, and let myself think back to a time where I didn't even know who he was. And shortly after that, thought I hated. I had it in my mind that he was going to be out to ruin my job with the WWE. But, not only did that not happen, I found the piece myself that I didn't know I was missing. What a difference a year makes, right? The front door opened, I turned my head to see Randy walking in.

"How was Matt doing?" I asked, knowing that had been where Randy went. After stopping shortly by the play-pen to give Keith a swift kiss, he walked to the couch, flopping his weight down next to me.

"As well as can be expected. One week into recovery and already stir-crazy," he laughed softly, wrapping his arm around my waist. I draped my legs over his and let my head rest on his shoulder. His lips pressed against my hair in a soft kiss. "I don't know if 'Happy Anniversary' is enough to cover everything that has happened to us in the past year, so I won't say it. I want to take you out."

My lips pursed together in an attempt to fight my smile. Just the fact that Randy remembered this date was enough for me. But who was I to deny him anything he wanted? I couldn't. "We need a sitter."

"Already got one. Becky's husband took the girls to his parents for the weekend, and she agreed keep him," I looked up at him to see the smirk on his face. Somehow, I didn't think he would have given me a choice in this. I rolled my eyes and left the couch to fetch my purse. Randy's eyes watched me the entire time; I could feel it.

"Well, I hope whatever you had planned can be worked around your present," I prayed silently that this wouldn't put him down on his arrangements. I slipped my hand in my purse, and pulled out the little slips of paper. "I read somewhere that 'one year' milestone was celebrated with paper gifts." I held my breath as he took the two tickets into his hand. His blue eyes scanned the text quickly, and I knew I had hit a home-run when I saw them light up. I released the breath slowly, rejoicing quietly.

"I didn't even know 'Breaking Benjamin' was going to be in town," he said, standing quickly up from the couch to wrap his arms around me tightly. His Armani cologne washed over me, bringing memories of him up from the past. And without moving an inch, I heard him speak. "This is a wonderful gift. But don't think I'm telling you what got you just yet. You'll have to wait until tonight."

I huffed, slightly disappointed. Randy had been hinting around all week about some surprise he had in store for me. That's one thing that I've always hated; for someone to tell me they got me something, and not tell me. Why even tell me that little bit? Only to torture me. I pulled away from him, to give him a full-blown pout. But, as it seemed, it wasn't going to work this time. He just laughed and told me to go get ready. And to make him wonder, I chose to clean up and prepare in the spare bathroom, taking with me all of the clothes, make-up and toiletries I would need. A little over an hour later, I checked myself in the mirror. The white dress hugged all of the right curves, fitting tight around my waist. I sighed at the slight pudge that still remained from Keith's time spent inside me. The loose, flowing sleeve stopped a few inches above my elbow, and one sleeve hung entirely off the shoulder, being replaced with a rhinestone strap. The dress itself swirled to a stop about mid-thigh. Even though I was a mom now, didn't mean that I couldn't dress up every once in a while. After a few last spritzes of holding spray, making sure my white strappy sandals were secured, I left the bathroom. I heard talking from below, and guessed that Becky was here to pick up Keith.

Randy and Becky both stopped their conversation when I came down the staircase. Randy looked amazing, as per usual, in his black button down collared shirt and, this time, wore black slacks with his nice dress shoes. I felt a flurry deep in my stomach. And the heated look in his eyes did not help the matter. Becky let out a whistle and came to hug me. "You make one sexy Moma."

I laughed at her, insecurely placing a hand over the pudge. "Why, thank you! I just hope this dress isn't too short. I don't want people thinking that I am a skanky mother."

Randy rolled his eyes, and walked over to me and spoke has he laced his fingers with mine. "You are not, 'skanky', nor will anybody say anything to you. But, if some guy thinks about putting his hands on you, well, leave that up to me."

It was my turn to roll my eyes. Not at the threat by Randy to handle any "touchy-feely" guys; I knew there would be no question about it. But more of the fact that he would think I would let anyone else touch me. Like I would choose to go home with anyone else but him. After all, I did choose to leave with him, exactly one year ago. And nothing's changed since. Nor do I see it changing ever. "Well, we better go if we are going to grab a drink before the concert."

I kissed my baby good-bye, as did Randy, and let Becky take him home. He wasn't all the happy in leaving us, but he's gotten more and more accustomed to Becky the more he's around her. When her tail-lights were no longer visible, Randy helped me into his SUV, and we went about our night. The ride to the bar was a silent one. However, it wasn't uncomfortable. The type of silence where we knew what the other was thinking. And this time it happened to be about each other. I was thinking about Randy, and I was pretty sure he was thinking about me. I was so consumed in the silence, that I didn't notice until Randy had stopped the car, that we arrived at the bar. My door opened before Randy had even got out of the car, and I saw a vallet standing there to help me out of my seat. I thanked him for his help, and waited on the curb for Randy. He was at my side in an instant, and handed the man his keys, to park his car. I took one step towards the entrance and froze. I knew where we were.

"Club Illusion" had been the name of the bar Randy and I first met, and once again, we were both standing outside the front doors of the place. I worked hard to dissolve the lump of emotion in my throat before it could get the better of me. I looked up to see Randy staring down at me, a soft smile on his lips. I laughed softly, and wrapped both of my arms around his, and he led us inside. Everything was just as I remembered it. And it still reminded me of the movie "Cocktail". It felt surreal to be here, one year later, with Randy on my arm. We found to stools at the bar, and Randy ordered our drinks.

As I sipped on my pineapple and rum, Randy leaned over to whisper, "I didn't think it was appropriate to ask a married woman if she wanted a 'phuck suck'."

And just like the last time, I choked on my drink. Thankfully, nothing landed on my dress, but I still glared up a Randy all the same. Instead of looking guilty, a smirk was in full force. He had thoroughly enjoyed that, just as he had the first time. But I couldn't stay angry long, not with that look of pure happiness on his face. I dare anyone one to say one harsh word to him with that look on his face. You'd be hard-pressed to find someone that cold-hearted. We had a little over two hours before the concert was to start, so we settled in at the bar for good wait. After two drinks and several peanuts later, Randy excused himself for the bathroom. I watched him go, taking in his every movement. He could devastatingly sexy without even trying.

But before I could even turn in my seat, I felt a presence at my back. I turned to see some stranger, standing over me, alcohol reaking from his every pore. He stared down at me as if I was a Big Mac or something. I raised an eyebrow. "May I help you?"

"Well, it goes like this," he said, propping his elbow on the bar, his words so slurred together, I could barely make out was he was saying. "I made a bet with my friends over there that I could get you to dance. They don't think you will though."

I scoffed despite myself. This guy was obviously blind if he didn't see the big man, that was Randy, when he was at my side. I rolled my eyes at his immaturity, "And your friends would be right."

I spun my seat in the other way, hoping to send him his answer, but I was wrong. He stepped around my seat to again stand in front of him. But unfortunately for him, I had a clear view of the men's restroom. "Don't be like that sweetie. I was only asking for a dance. It would be up to you for anything more."

I bit back my bile that was rising in my throat at his words, and drowned it by taking a sip of my drink. With my left hand, to purposely show off my wedding rings. I saw his eyes flicker down to the sparkle and back up to mine. I smiled softly. "I'm sorry, but I'm married. Happily."

I backed up in the seat as he leaned closer towards me. It wasn't just the alcohol on his breath I smelled. I would bet that the word "toothbrush" wasn't in his vocabulary. I narrowed my eyes against the wrath of his breath. "He doesn't have to know. We could have the best time. What do you? Can I be your dirty little secret?"

"As much as that line appeals to me," I said, every word dripping with sarcasm, "I'm going to have to pass. But if you want, you can take it up with my husband. He's standing right behind you," and pointed over his shoulder at Randy. I nearly laughed at the look of fear that passed across his face at my words. Randy didn't seem as amused, however. His face was taut in his usual annoyed look, and a muscle ticked along his jaw line.

The poor guy turned around slowly, only to be dwarfed by Randy; in every way. His height, muscle and looks. The man immediately threw his hands up in the arm, as a sign of defeat and truce, and backed away from our spot at the bar quickly. I giggled softly as the whole situation reminded me of a Lynyrd Skynyrd song. But Randy shocked me by actually giving the man three steps to solve the problem. I could see that Randy was still eying the man dangerously, I knew I had to do something before Randy was arrested for assault. So I reached out and took his hand in mine. With a slight tug, he looked down to see the soft look I hoped would distract him. And it worked; his face softened and the bright light came back into his eyes as he resumed his seat next to mine.

I heard the change in music over the loud system, and swiveled in my seat to watch the party-goers dancing. Randy grabbed the back of my chair and pulled it closer to his, so that our bodies were touching. He ran his fingers lightly over the bare exposed skin of my shoulder, causing me to shiver. The next thing I knew was the feel of his lips on my ear, with his breath brushing across my skin. "Care to dance?"

I turned my head to smirk at him; those were his exact words to me a year ago. I saw the slight raise of his eyebrow as he stood up from his seat to stand in front of me. I ducked my head to keep from laughing as he held his hand out for me to take. With a deep breath to calm my erratic emotions, I met his eye again, biting my lip to hide my smile. I still remembered how I had answered him so long ago. I hopped from my seat and slipped my hand in his.

"I'd love too."

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The concert was amazing. I had never been to one where I had such great seats. I just knew that I had lucked out when I found second row center seating to one of Randy's favorite bands. This was something that we shared, because it's rare to find some music that Randy and I can't listen to , there was a time where a certain boy band shuffled through my on my iPod, and I belted out every single line. And even though he never said anything, I could tell that it wasn't his cup of tea. But tonight, we enjoyed every minute of the concert. By the time we got out, it was getting close to eleven o'clock, and I was being to get very hungry. I wanted us to stop and get something fast, but he never would, and now, I'm in the bathroom at our home, changing into this cute little nightgown that was white with black polka dots, and trimmed in baby blue lace. I could only hope that Randy was fixing something to eat in the kitchen.

I sighed and left the bathroom, fully prepared to round up something the microwave could finish for me. But, I would find out that that wouldn't be necessary when I reached the kitchen. The lights were dim, and several candles had been lit around the room, with two tall, skinny ones sitting in candle-holders on the table. A small vase was placed between the candles with a single rose in the water. A sizzling sound met my ears about the same time as the smell hit my nose. I looked over to the stove, and saw Randy standing in front of his, a panhandle in his hand and tongs in the other, flipping delicious-looking steaks. Just the sight of them sent my stomach to growling. Another pan on the stove, from what I could tell, was busy steaming some vegetables. I cleared my throat and Randy turned around to see me standing in the doorway. And even in this dim light, I could see the heat in his eyes.

"I wouldn't come any closer to me if you want to eat. Get any closer and I won't be able to finish cooking," his low voice crawling over me, causing a shiver to run up my spine. I sighed and moved to the high-top bar and sat at one of the stools. Randy's words reminded me of something that I needed to talk to him about. Before this night continued any further. He turned the eye off the steaks, and served them out on to two separate plates.

"Randy, I need to talk to you about something. And I want you to promise me that you won't be upset," I watched as Randy looked around to face me. And I could tell by the look on his face that he was willing me to finish my thought. I tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear and tried my best to look him in the eye. "You know I love you; I wouldn't have married you if I didn't. And I love our family. You and Keith are everything to me. It's just… I don't know if I'm ready yet. I had hoped by this night that I could get past this, but I just haven't," I saw the confusion in his eye die out slightly as he understood what I was saying. "Don't be mad at me, please?"

Randy closed the space between us in an instant, and cupped my cheek with one hand. "I am not mad at you. I understand. You just brought our son into our lives, and that's not something is easily recovered from. The only thing that concerns me is that if you don't think that I would feel the same about you. I've said it before, but I'll say it again, I will always want you, in every way, no matter what you look like. You're it for me. There isn't, nor will there ever be, anyone else that catches my attention. I'll wait for you as long as you need me too." Then he ran his thumbs across my cheeks to catch the falling drops of moisture that began to travel down my face.

I slung my arms around his neck, once again grateful for the man that I had in my life. He rubbed a soothing hand up and down my spine. My stomach grumbled loudly again, and I leaned back from him to look in his eyes. "Is it ready?"

Randy laughed at me, and ushered me towards the table. I sat like he asked me too, and waited for him to return. I watched as he walked over to me with two plates in his hands, with a steak and vegetables on each. He left again and when he returned he brought two glasses and a bottle of white wine. I nearly giggled in anticipation, because it had been nine months since my last taste of alcohol. I had been that way all night, since we got to the club. It was like turning twenty-one all over again. Our dinner was a quite affair. Nothing much was said, because nothing had to be. We were just content with each others company. That was enough for us sometimes. We had the occasional catch of the eye, or Randy would brush his hand against my knee, or my foot would graze his leg. It became very intimate with the tension filled silence. And it was intimacy like this that I adored from Randy. We didn't have to be in the middle of make-out session, or tangled up together in bed to have this closeness. Randy and I were fully clothed right now, barely touching each other, and were completely wrapped up in the moment.

I watched as Randy cleared the dishes from the table when I speared the last of my steak in my mouth. The man could make one hell of a juicy steak. Not that that surprised me in any way. Randy appeared back at my side and pulled me up from the table. He stared down at me in amusement, and raised his brow. "Are you ready for your present?"

A squeal came from my throat before I was able to stop it. Randy couldn't hold back his laughter at my response, and led me towards the living room. The not knowing was killing me. I was like a kid at Christmas right now, beaming with happiness. He reached into the pocket of his leather coat hanging on the hook and handed me a thick piece of paper. It was very official-looking and shaded in blue. I've never been one to be able to make out official government documents, and I gave Randy a confused stare. He only chuckled at me. "I hope you don't get upset with me, making this purchase on my own. Although, it is for you as a present, it benefits me as well. And I know how selfish that sounds, but I couldn't help it."

I still didn't know what he was talking about, but he wrapped his jacket around me and pulled me to the front door. Once we stepped outside, I noticed something in our drive-way that hadn't been there when we came back home. A large motor-vehicle in colors of silver, black and red was in front of the garage. The lights were burning bright as Randy pressed a code on the side door and it slid open. He waved me on and stepped into what I found out was a motor-home. In the front was a driver's seat made of light tanned leather, with several controls all around it, with a matching passenger seat to it's side. Once up two more steps, I gasped in awe.

It was a gorgeous sitting room. A leather couch that matched the front seats was on one side with another swiveling chair opposite that. A stationary coffee table of dark brown sat in front of the couch. Next to the chair was a computer desk built into the wall. Randy walked over to the desk and pressed a button I didn't see and a flat screen TV slid up from its' hiding place. Running lights on the ceiling and the edges of the walls shined brightly off the tiled floor beneath our feet. As I walked further into my surprise, I was a dining booth, again with a stationary table, with dark brown, cushioned seating. To its' opposite, a well-supplied kitchen area. Complete with a sink, dishwasher, refrigerator and stove. Behind the dining booth was a pantry of sorts, that was equipped to store plenty of food. I continued, wide-eyed and opened mouthed, finding a small half-bath in the hallway.

The next room was at the very back of the RV. It was a master bedroom, with a King-sized bed, already with a bedding suit in light greens and yellows. A dresser sat at the foot of the bed, with another pop-up TV. Two separate closets were on either side of the bed, and perfectly large size. A door beside the dresser opened up into a large bathroom, with a toilet, sink, counter space and plenty of drawers with a grand walk-in shower. Everything was so shiny and sparkled in the bright lights. I turned around to gape at Randy.

"I got the idea from you, you know. About hitching our house up," he laughed softly and pulled me back into the hallway. "Other things that you can't see right now, is the couch folds out into another bed, and this area right here." He pressed another button, and the whole wall on one side of the hallway began to slide down. To reveal bunk beds. I noticed the top bunk was already full of toys and stuffed animals. The bottom bed was made up in sheets that were similar to what Keith had in his bedroom. I saw two flip down TVs, on the top and bottom that were capable for DVD. Randy pressed a spot on the wall next to the beds, and thin hanging closet slid out from the wall, with rails to hang up quite a bit of clothes. I noticed two drawers underneath the bottom bunk. "Oh, and there's this also." He bent over and pulled up a guard rail that was built into the bottom bunk. It shielded three-quarters of the bottom bed, so that whoever was in there, wouldn't fall to the floor.

"You bought this for me?" I asked, barely able to get the words out. I was still in such awe and shock. Randy nodded.

"Well, like I said, I did have a claim in buying this. I didn't want to leave without you or Keith. And this way, hopefully if you agree, is our solution. I know this isn't a permanent fix, but maybe travel with me for two months, then stay at home for two months. And I know how much your job means to you, and I wouldn't want to be off doing what I love and you can't," Randy explained quickly, as if I would explode any minute. He cupped my cheek again and forced me to look at him. "What do you think?"

I looked around what would be our home every other two months. Randy had thought of everything. Nothing seemed to be missing. I felt a bubble start to grow in my chest at the thought of not having to watch Randy leave me for long stretches at a time. And the fact that I could do my job, both with the WWE and with Keith. I looked back to Randy, with wonder in my eyes. This was the perfect gift. And I threw myself into his arms, and kissed him flush on the lips. I heard the soft grunt of surprise come from him, before he began to kiss me back. I pulled away, only to say, "This, this right here, is why I love you."

A/N

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