Told ya it would get easier to write the next chapter again. I hope you like it, even though it's a bit short. Reviews are still highly recommended!
And that they did. Not only that night until almost 8 am, but for the past 10 months, whenever he had a few days off and came home to , sometimes even before he went back on the road. They did it in every part of her apartment: kitchen, shower, bedroom, couch, floor, wherever they felt like that day. They did it once, twice, three times, sometimes even more, until he had to leave again, either to see wife and kid or to drive to a show.
Two months after that first encounter he told her, he fell in love with her and she couldn't help but tell him that the feeling was mutual. Four months after their first night she finally bought that house, she had laid her eyes on. Not by herself, no, he insisted on helping her out financially and after he pleaded her to take the money for the twentieth time, she finally gave in.
How Randy's wife never got suspicious, she didn't know. Maybe she had an affair herself and was too much concentrating on hiding it than to realize what was going on. However, Tammy could care less. The only reason he didn't file for divorce yet, was the fear of losing his daughter. Randy had informed himself, that he had nearly no chance in gaining custody of her, mostly because of being on the road pretty much all the time. He tried to find a way to get out of the marriage, but still being able to see Alana whenever he wanted. He tried for the past 6 months already, but without any result.
Tammy didn't blame him. She knew how much he loved his daughter and she also knew how much he loved her. She trusted him. All the little something's he did for her, showed it: A candle-light-dinner he made for her, even after getting little to no sleep the night before; driving home straight after his 6th show in a row, just to spend a few hours more with her; breakfast in bed he cooked before she even woke up; massaging her without her having to ask for it or even having to mention her sore back or feet.
And still she was afraid of how he might react to the news.
His friends, most of them, knew. He couldn't hide it from them for long and he didn't really try to. Too often he cancelled dates with them, too often they had to go with him to the club she still worked in, just so he was able to see her a few more hours.
Cody was the first to find out, catching them while making out at the back of the club when he was looking for Randy to tell him he was heading home. He shrugged it off. In fact, he never really liked Sam and was almost happy about Randy having found someone else. That was only five weeks after they started their affair and luckily Cody helped them a lot, playing Randy's alibi whenever he couldn't wait any longer to see Tammy again.
John was next to find out by asking Randy why he had that big, goofy grin plastered on his face. It was the day after Randy confessed his love to her and she told him that she also loves him. And that's exactly what he told John that day. His best friend didn't take it that well at first. Speaking of hypocrites since he wasn't an angel either. Though John had many women in many towns… one-night-stands almost every week and Randy only had her. However, after Randy explained it to him, almost spilling his guts out to him, he understood, even wishing his best friend luck with Tammy.
She went to the doctor the day Randy wanted to come over, early in the morning, before the sun rose. She wanted to have closure about the pregnancy, wanted to be sure the home-test wasn't a mistake. After waiting for almost an hour and being checked by the doc, tests being made, a long talk being held, she knew it for sure: About two months already she carried his child in her.
So now she was sitting in her living room, legs pulled up against her chest, head resting on her knees, waiting for him to come "home" - as he called her house ever since she moved in.
It was almost 11 am by now, the time he wanted to arrive and she didn't get any sleep last night. Shifting and turning around was all she did before getting up at six, seeing no sense in staying in bed any longer.
Her eyes were bloodstained and puffy from exhaustion, maybe even from crying a little, as she stared at the clock. That's what she was doing for the past 2 hours: Staring, waiting and thinking; she didn't even shift, not moved a bone ever since she sat down.
She still didn't figure how to tell him, IF to tell him at all or just end the whole affair without mentioning the pregnancy or… if even she should abort the baby without any word towards him.
But now it was too late anyways, now that she heard the front-door opening and his voice echoing through the house.
"Babe… I'm home!"