Thursday: January 31, 2013 2:25 P.M.
I was looking through baby nursery decorations on my laptop as Randy had started painting the room a little bit ago. I was overjoyed about the fact we were getting a lot of work done when it came to our baby. I had been seeing a lot of cute nursery ideas where the baby's first initial was on the wall, but if Randy and I weren't getting around to having that conversation, I couldn't do anything like that.
Randy walked downstairs and into the living room. "I finished one of the walls. How's it going down here?"
I smile at him. "Well, I keep seeing all of these cute ideas where the baby's first initial is on the wall, but we can't do that becauseā¦"
"Because we haven't gotten back around to that conversation." Randy sat down and started messing with my hair. "Because we had a dumb argument in front of our friends over it."
"I tried to bring it up."
"I know. You tried to talk to me. I just didn't want to have a fight."
"I know, neither did I, but it's a big deal. It's our son."
Randy smiled. "I know. I just hate that when we have fights, they tend to be big ones."
"You're not wrong. Just know that I'm more than willing to do an R name. Your name begins with an R. Your father has a name that begins with an R. My father that raised me had a name that begins with an R. I'm fine with sticking to that letter. I just find the full on naming the kid after his dad thing to be weird."
"I understand. You made a good point when you said you'd give him my middle name and that you should have an input on it. The middle name being the same as mine gives him part of me already. That should be enough."
"He'll probably look decently like you too."
Randy laughed. "Hopefully at least a little bit. Depends on whose genetics are showing more."
"But seriously, I'll stick with an R. I would just prefer we steer clear of either of our father's first names as well as yours."
Randy pulled me close. "Okay, I'll agree to that. No Robert, Richard, or Randal. Can I still have input?"
"Of course. I want you to have input."
"Thank you. I ought to head upstairs and get back to painting."
"Already?"
"I'm trying to get it all done today."
"Oh, alright then. Do you mind if I bake a batch of brownies soon?"
"If you spare me one, I don't care what you do."
I smile. "Thanks, babe."
"I'll be upstairs."
"Okay."
The doorbell rings.
"Do you want me to get that?"
I stand up. "No, I got it. If you're needed, I'll let you know."
"Okay." Randy walks upstairs.
I open the door to come face-to-face to my older brother, Tyler. I sigh and don't say a word.
Tyler glances at my baby bump. "I heard through the grapevine that you were knocked up. I had doubts about it because I thought you would've told me, but apparently, I was wrong."
"Is it really knocked up when it's my husband who's the father and we've tried before?" I ask with irritation.
"Doesn't matter. It's not like you told me."
"We both know why I didn't tell you. You don't have a right to come to my house and get shitty about it."
"You didn't even call me back. Any of you. I called you, Randy, and Colby multiple times."
"I didn't call back because I didn't want to risk a call where I got bitched out by you. I would've considered if you had left a voicemail. Also, I don't appreciate you showing up here at my house unannounced when we've not talked since November."
"Your house? This is Randy's house."
"Well, asshole, I've been living here for over two years, and my name is on the property. I'm pretty sure this is my house. If this is how you're going to be, you can leave."
"You can't just make me leave."
"Watch me."
"This is why you've irritated me more since you've become a professional wrestler. You think you can just walk all over me because your career made your ego big. You've even got me having issues with Randy and Colby. You're ridiculous."
"Your issues with Randy and Colby aren't my fault. Do I know why both of them are upset with you? Yes, but it's not my fault. Hell, I even encouraged Randy to talk to you. It's not my fault that he hasn't."
"Randy and I never had any issues until you started working with him and grew close with him. We wouldn't have issues if you weren't around him all the time."
"He's my husband. What do you expect?"
"He was my best friend first. You're the issue."
I roll my eyes. "I get it now. You're jealous that Randy spends more time with me and we're happy. I know you aren't used to being in a happy relationship. Randy and I are going to be married for the rest of our lives. Deal with it. Sorry that you have to act like a jackass every time you're in a relationship because you don't have what Randy and I have. That's exactly what this is about. I'm done having this conversation. I'm pregnant with my son. I have bigger things to worry about and don't need to deal with you. Get the hell off my property and go pick a fight somewhere else, Ty."
"Whatever, Rissa. Act all high and mighty. You can't make me leave. I'd like to talk to Randy. And believe me, I have things to worry about too. You're not the only one expecting a kid."
"Good for you. I hope you treat it better than you treat your siblings."
"I hope your kid acts like Randy and not you."
Randy walks up behind me. "Go."
"You heard Randy, Rissa. You can go upstairs or something."
"I wasn't talking to her. I was talking to you. You need to go. We don't want you here. You're blaming all your personal issues on your sister. It's ridiculous. Neither of us want to deal with this. Get off my property before I call the cops. This is practically harassment."
"Whatever, Randy. Call me when you get your head outta Rissa's ass."
"If all you're going to do is disrespect my wife, your sister, then you and Lauren don't have to be a part of our kids' lives. I haven't talked to you because you treated Rissa horribly. It was my decision. Leave and don't come back without an invitation." Randy slammed the door shut in Tyler's face.
"Thanks." I mumbled.
Randy placed a hand on my shoulder. "You want to sit down and relax for a few?"
I nod. "Yeah."
Randy walks with me to sit on the couch. "I'm serious about not letting him be in our kids' lives."
"I know. It's crossed my mind too."
"I know you hate being in this kind of place with him."
"I do. I'm not gonna lie about it."
"I heard almost everything."
"You did?"
Randy nods. "Yeah, and I agree that he's jealous. He can't do anything about it though. We've been together for years now. He never voiced an issue."
"He didn't, but I'm just going to stick to worrying about our son. I think I'm going to go make those brownies."
"Good, go do that."
