Grrr... that kinda took me a while to write...Thanks a lot for all the kind reviews and for reading it. I'm trying my best to update as much as possible.


They both woke up to a familiar noise: his cell phone was ringing. Randy slowly opened his eyes, groaning, stretching until he looked onto his watch, eyes widening in an instant, his face going pale. He jumped off the couch in a sudden.

"SHIT!"

It was 5 to 10. He should have been home with his wife for almost four hours now. Sure enough he saw he had six missed calls when he glanced on his still buzzing phone, also sure enough all from his wife.

Tammy watched his expressions change from surprise to fear to guilt within only a few seconds.

"Shit, shit, shit. I'm in trouble."

He kept swearing in between grabbing his clothes off the floor and trying to get re-dressed while dialing a number on his phone all at the same time.

"I'm dead... God fuck... how could that happen?... Why?... Shit!"

In all those months, this never happened before. They have always made sure he was being back home by the time he was expected to be or at least had someone to cover Randy and play his alibi if it got a bit later. They did not need to cause any more suspicions.

Somehow, she felt sorry for him, already knowing how much drama it would cause him with his wife. Being four hours late was not the bad part about it, but not answering the phone, that is what would make Sam snap.

He called Cody before he even had his pants back on, but the answer he got from the young man was not exactly what he hoped for.

"She called at around seven, being worried where you are. I didn't know you were still being with Tammy and just said that you should be home any minute. Sorry!"

Randy sighed, knowing it was as good as over. While Cody was talking, he had already put his pants back on, shirt hanging over his shoulder.

"Thanks anyways."

He hung up before Cody could say another word, another sorry, almost forgetting to kiss her -as he always did before leaving- pulling his shirt over his head and storming out of the house. He stopped as he was already half-way out of the door, turning around to look back at her, now standing there in nothing but her underwear, hair still messed up from their earlier encounter and their nap, worried look on her face.

He sighed, walking back again slowly, giving her a re-assuring smile before placing his hand gently on her right cheek, caressing it with his thumb.

"I'll call you on Saturday. I promise."

With that, he leant down to capture her lips in a long, soft kiss, both of their eyes closing for a moment until he pulled away, pecking her one more time.

"I love you… forever."

Before she realized it, he was out of the door and somehow she felt as if this kiss had meant "Good bye".

Three days had passed, it was already Monday now and she hadn't heard a word from him: not one message, no call, no visit at the club, nothing.

Those days have been like hell for her, not knowing what happened to him, if he was okay, if THEY were going to be okay.

You could simply call her a wrack. She barely slept, the meals she had to force down her throat for the sake of the baby, phone always in her pocket and every time it rang or buzzed, her heartbeat doubled in an instant, hands starting to sweat. Moreover, with every time it wasn't him, her heart broke a little more.

She tried to get her mind off him, taking long walks, working as much as possible; she just needed some distraction.

It was almost midnight, Tammy just getting back from a long walk through the park nearby as she felt her cell buzzing in her back pocket. She let out a sigh, shaking her head, already having a feeling it wouldn't be him, the urge to ignore it overcoming her, but after the fourth buzz she took it out, looking at the ID, eyes lighting up. She took a deep breath just as she walked back into her house, answering.

"Randy."

He closed his eyes, just hearing her voice - it felt so damn good. Opening them again, tears were forming in his eyes, lips quivering as he swallowed hard.

"She knows. She wants me to end us or she'll take Alana away from me forever. Can we see each other on Thursday?"

Her world fell apart in only 10 seconds. She sank down on the floor, eyes staring off into space, her mind running wild with all kind of thoughts: Would he really end it? What if not? Could he live without Alana? Could she live without him? What about the baby?

"Tammy?"

No answer.

"Darling, babe… are you still there?"

Still no answer. He was getting slightly worried, concern in his voice now.

"Tammy… please say something. Talk to me. Can we see on Thursday?"

She snapped out of it, slowly nodding as if he could see her, voice barely recognizable.

"Yeah."

He let out a small sigh of relief, partly because she was still there, partly because she still wanted to see him.

"I'll be home at noon. I have to hang up again. I love you!"

He hung up before she could respond, obviously in a hurry because one of his co-workers showed up. It was Monday night, after Raw, they've probably been out to a bar and he sneaked outside to talk to her. Wouldn't have been the first time.

She tried to convince herself that everything was going to be fine again. She hoped it. Yet again, she didn't believe it.


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