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"What? Why?" I ask, " Oh God, Dave hurt him!" I thought.
"During the match he got a concussion, and then afterwords Sheamus kicked him again, agitating it more." He pauses, not wanting to tell me the next part. "Sheamus and Dave attacking us at the end... it wasn't planned." He says. "Oh God.. Randy's hurt and it's my fault!" I think, I look at John, about to cry. My legs feel week and I collapse on the couch. I put my head in my hands. John comes over and hugs me.
"I'm so sorry Em, I broke my promise." He says, feeling more guilty.
"No, it's not your fault John..." I pause, "It's mine." I say, staring at the floor.
"What? How is it your fault?" He asks, confused.
"If I hadn't pissed Dave off, he wouldn't have done that." I shake my head, "God, I should've kept my mouth shut." I say crying. John grabs ahold of me.
"Look at me Em," He says, "I look at him. "This is not your fault. You had every right to say that to Dave, he deserved it." He says, "He shouldn't have said any of that to you in the first place."
"But, if I," I start, but John cuts me off.
"No buts, this isn't your fault. And I'm sure if you ask Randy, he'll tell you the same thing."
"Okay.."
"Want to go see him?" I nod. "Okay, let's go.
We leave and John takes me into the trainers room where Randy is sitting on the table with an ice pack on his neck. The instant I see him I start crying again, he sees me and motions for me to go to him, which I do. He pulls me into his chest.
"Hey," He says, trying to get me to look at him. "What's wrong?" He asks, thinking something else had happened.
"I'm.. soo... sorry." I say, between sobs.
"What for?" He asks, confused.
"This is all my fault," I say, "If I." I begin, once again cut off, this time by Randy.
"No, this is not your fault, it's Dave's."
"But if I wouldn't have angered him, he wouldn't have hurt you." I say, shaking my head.
"Yes, he would have." Randy says, "He was already furious about the engagement, and then us announcing the pregnancy was just the spark to light his anger... He's very jealous." He pauses, "He wants you for himself."
"Yeah, well that's never gonna happen." I say, matter-of-factly. "You're stuck with me." I say, trying to lighten the mood. We laugh and Randy winces. "Oh, sorry baby! I forgot..." I pause, " How are you feeling?"
"I've got a massive headache, but that's about it." He says, massaging his temples.
"How bad is the concussion?" He looks at me confused.
"Who told you I had a concussion?" I look towards the door.
"John, he came and told me and then brought me here to see you... I was getting worried."
"Sorry." He says, "Damn it! I wasn't going to tell her, "He thought, "Thanks John."
:You never answered my question." I say, noticing Randy was in thought.
"Oh, sorry." He pauses, "It's not bad, just a slight one."
"Oh... How long until you can wrestle?" I ask, wondering if he can still wrestle on Sunday.
"I can wrestle anytime. The trainers would prefer it if I didn't do any wrestling until Sunday, but by Sunday, I should be fine." He says.
"Okay, rest time for you then/" I say, smiling.
"Yep, but that doesn't mean that we can't do a little 'working out'." He says, a grin spreading across his face.
"Ha, that's not resting." I say, he laughs and winces. "Sorry, apparently you shouldn't laugh either."
"Yeah, that's just great." He says, sarcasm in his voice. One of the trainers come back in.
"All right, your free to go Randy. Just make sure to take it easy until Sunday." He pauses, "Oh and you should do concussion checks when you go to sleep." He looks at me, "Make sure you wake him up once every hour to make sure he's alright, ok?"
"Yeah, that's no problem." I say, nodding.
"You'll only have to do that for about the first day or so." He says, "Then he should be fine."
"Okay."
"Thanks," Randy says as the trainer leaves.
"Let's get you home." I say, knowing full well that 'home' was our hotel. He nods and we leave.
Over the next few days Randy and I spent most of our time talking. Mostly about our wedding, which was only two months away. We sent out invitations, which were mostly only to our families, and we hand delivered the rest. Tonight is Over The Limit, and Randy is warming up. He comes back into the locker room about halfway through the show. I'm sitting on the couch watching Ted vs John Morrison. John Cena had just retained the WWE Championship. Randy comes and sits next to me.
"Hey, how's Ted doin?" He asks, watching the match.
"He's doing okay. I hope that he beats John." Randy smiles.
"Me too."
"Have a good workout?" He nods.
"Yep, it felt good." I laugh, " Seriously, it did." He pauses, "My match is after John's interview, which is after Ted's match."
"Already?" He nods. "Okay."
"Ted's coming in with you after his match, isn't he?"
"Yeah, he's going to take a shower and then come and hang out with me, why?"
"Just wondering." "Okay?" I thought, confused. We hear the bell ring and see Ted's hand being raised by the ref. "I guess Ted won."
"Yep! Good!" I smile.
"Well babe, that means that I've go to go." Randy says standing up.
"Okay, good luck." I say standing up and kissing him.
"Thanks," He turns to leave, I put my hand on his shoulder, and he turns back around.
"Please be careful." He smiles.
"Don't worry, I will be." He says kissing my forehead, and bending down and kissing my stomach. "Take care of mommy now, don't let her worry too much." I laugh. He smiles and leaves. I sit on the couch and watch the tv.
Josh Matthews is interviewing John about his match with Dave. John talks about how he didn't give up, and how he is still WWE Champion. Josh asks him if he's going to be watching this match. John says that he is going to be watching very closely. Then the cameras cut to the ring and 'Voices' plays. Randy comes out and walks to the ring. He gets in and poses on the top rope, the crowd cheers. He gets down and waits for Sheamus. 'Too many lies' plays and Sheamus walks out and gets in the ring.
The ref rings the bell, Randy and Sheamus stare down each other for a minute. Sheamus charges at Randy, knocking him down with a double ax handle. Randy gets back up and hits Sheamus with a clothesline. Sheamus gets back up and charges Randy once more, Randy hits him with an uppercut, turning Sheamus around. Sheamus stumbles and turns back around walking into a picture perfect dropkick, and falls to the mat. Sheamus gets back up and kicks Randy to the ground. Randy tries to sit up, but Sheamus kicks him back to the mat. Sheamus then kicks Randy out of the ring onto the floor. He then turns around and raises his arms up.
"Boo!" I yell, not caring if anyone could hear me. " Come on Baby! Kick his ass!" It was almost like he heard me, he gets up and runs into the ring, knocking Sheamus down. He then stomps on Sheamus' legs and hands. Sheamus gets back up and Randy does his backbreaker. He drops to the ground, pounding the mat, signaling the RKO. I'm about to stand up and cheer, I'm so into the match, when I hear the door open.
"Hey Teddy, your missing Randy's match." I say, not looking at the door, Sheamus counters the RKO. All of a sudden I feel big arms wrap around my arms, locking them at my side. "Teddy?" I ask a little nervous, "Maybe he's playing a prank on me." I thought.
"Not even close."
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