The months had flown by in a blur. At first, days blurred into each other, each as bad as the day before. The hurt and betrayal still as raw as the day he had first turned his back on our marriage. I hadn't spoken to him since, not a word in nearly four months. The divorce had been granted quickly, he didn't even contest. He couldn't. I had changed my number so he couldn't contact me. Seth and Roman had it, as did Randy, Layla and the Bella's. They text me every day. Randy more often than any of them. He'd been good to me the whole time. I smiled when my phone rang and his picture flashed up on the screen. "Hey" I said smiling as I answered the call. "I'm on my way home babe" he said smiling into his phone. "Is there anything you want me to pick up?" "Ice cream" I said rubbing my stomach. "Mint choc chip. A lot of it." He laughed. "A moment on the lips" he said. "A lifetime sleeping on the doorstep if you don't Orton" I growled. "Easy Ambrose" he growled back. Yeah, he knew how to push my buttons. I smiled. "See you soon" I said, ending the call.

Yeah, so, I guess I should explain things. After I quit, a lot changed. Obviously my relationship status went from "married" to "single" pretty damn quick. Don't get me wrong, I loved him. I loved him then, and I love him still. Too damn much. Anyway. Layla is now the divas champ. We hang out when she's home. We hang out lots. Seth and Roman are still tag champs, but Dean, well, let's just say Hunter wasn't as nice to Dean as he was to me. A few gruelling matches later and Dean no longer wore gold. A brogue kick from Sheamus saw to that. Seth told me that as Sheamus threw Dean over the top rope to win the belt he told him that the kick was for me. Dean didn't even fight back. Wrestlemania season is approaching. I don't know any of the storylines. I don't watch wrestling if I can help it. Randy knows not to talk about it when he comes home. Ah yeah. Randy. He's been amazing. The night I quit, I flew home. Not Florida, I couldn't go there. I flew to Wales. I stayed for two weeks, avoiding everyone's calls, their pleas for me to let them know I was safe, everything. I deleted twitter. I didn't want to see how happy Dean was with Renee, or her tweets, pictures of them in bars with her friends. It was all stuff I didn't need, I mean, I was still married to him. Fans turned on them too. Dean got his heel turn faster than he wanted, crowds chanting "we want Torrie" at every show soon got to him. The first time it happened, he went white. His promo that night didn't go too well apparently. Oh well. Not my problem.

But I missed it. I missed the weather. I missed my friends. And I knew, deep down, that my baby would have a better life surrounded by those people. So, I sold up. Casper wasn't happy. He swore he would never get on a plane again. But I had to do it. My baby needed a better life. Randy was emailing me constantly. So one day, I bit the bullet and emailed him back. The rest is, well, history. I live with him now. Not like that, of course. Separate rooms. He dates. I don't. He tells me off if he feels I'm moping about too much. Apparently I do it a lot. I don't even realise I'm doing it.

"Hey Ambrose" he calls as he walks into our apartment. I walk into the lounge from the kitchen, scowling at him. "Call off the guard dog" he says waving a brown paper bag at me. "I got ice cream." I smiled and walk over to him, hugging him tightly. "I missed you" I say, earning myself a kiss on the head and the brown paper bag as a reward. "Don't eat it all at once" he chastises, dropping his kit bag on the floor. I blow him a kiss as I head into the kitchen to grab a spoon. Only one. He hasn't been good enough for me to share. "So" he says awkwardly, rubbing his head as he does when he's got something to say but doesn't know how to say it. "Spill it Randal" I groan, sitting Indian style on the lengthy leather couch, resting the ice cream tub on my growing bump. Junior objects, strongly. Randy laughs as i just manage to catch the tub as it falls. "Just like your father" I chastise, rubbing my stomach and deciding against putting the tub back there. Randy rubs my stomach too, sneaking in a quick kiss before sitting next to me. "Come to the Hall of Fame with me" he says suddenly. This time, when the tub falls, it's because I let it go. Junior is innocent this time. I shake my head as he picks the tub up. "Please?" he begs, handing me my guilty pleasure. I shake my head again. "Please Randy" I beg. "Don't ask me that." "Everyone wants you to go" he says holding my hand. "Not everyone" I say, smiling. "I can think of two people who would like nothing more than for me to disappear." He shakes his head. "Stop being so negative Torrie" he begs. "I know you don't want to know what goes on at work, but this you need to know. It's eating you up. They're not together Tor. They haven't been together for months." "And that helps how?" I ask, tears in my eyes. "My marriage ended, my baby is fatherless, for what? A quick fumble? That really doesn't help Randy." He takes the spoon and tub from me and pulls me towards him so I can sob into his chest. He's used to this. It happens a lot. This is what I need him for. He is my rock, my comfort, my friend. "Think about it?" he begs, and I nod. It's the least I can do. He's been amazing to me.