Thanks to the lovely ladies who reviewed! You're the best! I hope you enjoy this chap! And after this chap, I'm going to be speeding things along to the wedding I hope you don't mind!

Chapter 42

Once we get back, we notice Randy's hummer in the driveway.

"What now?" Stephanie asks.

"I got an idea. Get ready to bring the dresses in." They all nod and I get out, walking up to the door. I open it and head inside. I hear laughter coming from the living-room. I walk in there, seeing John and Cody having a Dance off. Watching them jump up and down makes me laugh. Hunter hears me and walks over.

"Hey Em. You ladies back?" He asks.

I nod. "Yeah, but I need your help."

"Okay, what do you need?"

"I need Randy distracted while the girls bring our dresses in. could you challenge him to a dance off?" I ask, realizing that wasn't my first plan, but it was convenient.

Hunter clears his throat. "Uhm, I'm not good at that stuff."

"It's okay. It's just 1 dance. Please." I beg, he looks at me and sighs.

"Okay." He says as John and Cody's song ends.

"Thanks." I say, walking back towards the door. I signal the girls to come in. Vanessa brings me my dress. We all head in, creeping past the living-room, hearing Hunter ask Randy to a dance off.

"Come on Randy, or a you a chicken?" Hunter asks.

"I'm not a chicken, I just can't dance." He replies.

"Come on, you have to dance at your wedding anyways! Think of this as practice."

Randy rolls his eyes and gets up. He and Hunter start as the random shuffle plays 'I'm to sexy'. The guys laugh and we all stifle a giggle, heading into the 3rd guest bedroom. We hang our dresses in the closet.

"Wow, this closet is huge!" Maryse says.

"I know, that's why I picked here to put the dresses." I smile, locking the door. "Let's go watch Randy and Hunter." I say and we all head back to the living-room. They are both shaking their asses when we walk in. We all bust up laughing. They immediately stop.

"Awe, come on, don't stop on account of us." Vanessa says.

"How long have you been standing there?" Randy asks.

"Just got here." Mickie answers. Randy clears his throat.

"So, you all get your dresses?" He asks, changing the subject.

"Yep. You guys get your tuxes?"

"Yep. Storing them at our house." Hunter says.

"Good. Now how about we all have a big dance off?" I suggest, everyone nods.

Over the next few hours we all hang out, dancing, talking, and eating Pizza. John won the dance off, barely beating Vanessa at 'Thong Song' by Sisco. It was 2 am and everyone had left except Stephanie and Hunter, who were getting ready to leave.

"What time is your appointment on Thursday?" Stephanie asks.

"1:45"

"Okay. I'll be here about 1 to pick you up, okay?"

"Yeah, and thanks again for going with me."

"It's no problem, don't worry." She gives me a hug. "See you Thursday/" Randy and Hunter walk over.

"Bye Hunter, hope you had fun shaking your ass." I ask, he laughs. "And thanks again for your help."

"No problem, just don't ask me to do a dance off again. I'm not that coordinated." He replies, I laugh.

"Got it." I hug him.

"Ready to go, woman?" He asks Stephanie.

"'Woman' huh?" Hunter grins. "Yeah, I'm ready." She smiles. "Nite guys."

"Nite." Randy and I say, and they head out. I close the door behind them.

"Phew! Man, house parties are tiring!" I say. Randy laughs.

"Yeah they are. That's why the are called 'parties'." I roll my eyes, shaking my head. "What?" He asks, confused.

"It's nothing." I reply, turning to walk away.

"Oh no you don't." He says, grabbing my waist, turning me back around. He looks me in the eyes. "Tell me what you're thinking about."

I sigh. "I'm just thinking about my life. How I never expected it to play out this way."

"What do you mean?" He asks, curious.

"Let's go sit and I'll tell you. My feet are killing me." He nods and we head into the living-room, sitting on the couch.

I sigh. "In all honesty, I never expected myself to find love. I mean, watching my mom and dad split, and then him getting with Vickie, and then him dying... It made it seem like love was too hard to find, let alone keep." I pause, looking at Randy. "I just never thought I'd be getting married, or be pregnant. I always expected myself to be alone, wrestling my whole life." I grab ahold of Randy's hand. "But, I'm glad I was wrong. I love you so much Randy. I'm just so glad I was wrong." Randy leans closer to me.

"I'm glad you were too." He says and kisses me. We end up making out for the next half an hour. We're curled up on the couch, kissing, when I yawn.

"You yawn too much." Randy says.

"I can't help being tired. You try dancing against John, Maryse, Ted, Cody, Stephanie, Mickie, and Vanessa and see how tired you are!" He laughs.

"That's why I didn't." He says. "I didn't want to waste my talents." I laugh.

"Thought you said you couldn't dance?"

"I can't, but since I have to, the only person I want to dance with, is you." I smile.

"You're such a softie." I say, he scoffs.

"Am not."

"Riighht. Keep telling yourself that."

"I'm not a softie!" He defends.

"Okay, so tell me, Mr. Not Softie. When our son or daughter bats their little eyelashes at you, you're not going to give in?"

"Nope." He answers.

"Ha! We'll see." I laugh, knowing full well, he would.

"Yeah, we will." He agrees, and grins. He knew he would too. I yawn. "All right, that's it."

"What?" I ask, confused.

"Time for bed." He says.

"But, but!" I protest.

"No buts, let's go Missy. March." He says, using his best 'drill sergeant' voice. I pout.

"Okay, if I have too..." He nods getting up, I get up, he leads me into the bedroom. We change and get into bed.

"Goodnight Randy, and thanks for listening to me earlier."

"Anytime baby, anytime." He says and we fall asleep.

I really liked this chap, well the dancing lol! And I truly think that Randy is a big softie to Alanna lol!