Chapter 10

Trish emerged from the women's locker room after a much needed shower. As she walked the halls to find Randy, she received many compliments on her match that night. Though the match lasted a mere two minutes, Trish and AJ, as well as Beth and Nattie put their all into the match. In her opinion, it was the best diva's match the WWE Universe has seen in a long time…but of course, she was biased.

She dropped her bags outside the men's locker room and sat down on a prop box while she waited for Randy. The show had ended about twenty minutes ago, but his match was the main event so she assumed he wouldn't be too much longer. As she waited, she posted a few tweets, checked her private facebook page, and started thumbing through some of the text messages she had. She frowned as she noticed one of the messages was from Ron. They hadn't spoken since that morning and she had no intentions of calling him.

'All we do is fight anymore…I don't want it to be this way. When you get home, I think we need to address the obvious.'

Tears began welling up in Trish's eyes. She knew exactly what he was referring to. He wants to talk about the possibility of getting a divorce. And he sent, what could be the most important decision of their lives, in a text message. At that moment Trish realized that it didn't matter how hard she fought for their marriage...if he didn't want to fight for it, the end was inevitable.

Randy walked out of the locker room "Hey beautiful, are you ready to go?" He didn't notice she was on the verge of tears until she looked up at him. "Are you ok?"

She nodded, "I'm fine…just thinking about stuff."

Before Randy could inquire further, Ted approached them both, completely ignorant to the state Trish was in. "Hey guys, you coming out with everyone? We're headed to a club downtown called Elixir."

Randy responded, while guiding Ted away from Trish, "No man, I don't think so. We have to leave early tomorrow morning for Mobile. We have an autograph session along with some of the Raw superstars.

"Aww man, that sucks! You're going to miss a good time! Alright, well I'm out of here then. Cody's waiting outside. See you Thursday in Birmingham! Bye Trish!"

Trish waved as she jumped off the prop box. "Thanks for covering me there…I really don't want my problems going public." Randy nodded as he picked up her bag. "Ready to head to the hotel? Unless you want to attempt the drive tonight?"

Trish shook her head, "No, it's a three hour drive. That would put us in Mobile almost close to 4. Let's stay here tonight and head out early tomorrow morning."

The car ride to the hotel was silent. Granted, it was only a twenty minute drive, but regardless, Trish wasn't in the mood to talk and Randy wasn't going to try to pry anything out of her.

It wasn't until they walked into the lobby that Trish spoke. "Hey, would you be interested in watching a movie with me tonight?" Randy looked at her and chuckled, "Sure, so as long as you don't care that I order room service." She smiled, "Deal! I think we should try to get adjoining rooms too. I'll pay for the larger room."

Randy was about to agree until he thought quickly about what a bad idea that could possibly be. Though he would never act on any feelings he may have for Trish, he at least was able to admit to himself that he did feel something for her. He couldn't quite define what those feelings were, as he loved Samantha more than words. He was extremely confused but regardless, knew he had to smash those feelings. He was about to interject but was too late.

"Hi yes, we would like adjoining rooms please. Yes, two."

Minutes later, they were on their way up the elevator to the 4th floor. They entered their rooms and within seconds Trish was knocking on the adjoining door. Randy opened it with a smile on his face and walked into the sitting room/kitchen of Trish's one bedroom suite.

After changing into comfy clothes and ordering room service, the two sat down on the couch and flipped on the TV. "Ok, let's see what movies they have to choose from."

"Oh! What about Hangover 2? I haven't seen it yet, have you?" Trish asked eagerly, slightly bouncing on the couch like a little girl.

Randy chuckled, "Ok, so Hangover 2 it is!"

"But only if you didn't see it…you didn't see it, did you?"

"No Trish, I didn't. What, did you think I would just watch it again even if I already saw it? Think I'd just let you have your way?" Randy teased.

Trish hit him, "No! I was just making sure! But…now that you mention it, I usually do get my way…."

Randy chuckled, "That's cause you're so damn gorgeous…what man in his right mind would say no?" He froze suddenly, 'Fuck! Did I just say that out loud? Someone please kill me now!' His face felt like it was on fire and his pulse was pounding. He realized there was no way to play off the statement except to try and act nonchalant about it.

Trish picked up on it quickly. She watched his cheeks grow to a rosy hue, but realized his cheeks weren't the only ones that were blushing. She could feel the heat radiating off of her own. It was an awkward moment between the two, but decided to try and play it off, "Whatever Orton, just start the movie."

Randy stirred slightly, a sharp pain shooting through his neck into his left hand. He woke up to find a sleeping Trish in his arms. She had her head resting on his chest, his left arm wrapped tightly around her waist. This explained why his arm was asleep and tingling. The TV was still on the hotel's pay per view channel.

As much as his arm and neck hurt, he didn't want to move. He didn't want to wake her. She looked so peaceful and happy sleeping…beautiful too. But, his body was stiff enough from his match earlier. Sleeping sitting up on a couch wasn't going to make it any better. He scooped Trish up in his arms and carried her into her room and onto her bed, trying not to wake her. He had the oddest urge to sit and watch her sleep, but decided against it. He was extremely tired and couldn't risk falling asleep only to have her wake up and see him sitting there.

He stood up and walked back into his room, rubbing his hands over his face while sighing. He had to get whatever was going on in his head in check