Randy walked through the door and stopped immediately, dropping his bags by his side and awaiting on the onslaught of hugs and kisses he had grown accustomed to upon returning from the road. After a few seconds of silence and realizing he was standing with his arms outstretched with no one before him to greet, he snickered to himself before retrieving the large case on the floor and looking around the spacious, neat home.

"Honey? I'm home!" he bellowed through the foyer, before removing his coat and hanging it on the hook nearby.

He threw his keys onto the desk and fished through the mail that laid nearby, almost anticipating his wife to ambush him at any moment. It was something that he looked forward to after returning home, and seeing as they were still newlyweds with an infant, everything was still exciting. At least for him it was.

He threw the mail back on the table and looked around once more, before walking down the short hallway to the living room. He peered inside and frowned at the emptiness before heading forward to the next room.

He knew he remembered to tell his wife he was returning a day early and the odd silence in the house unsettled him slightly. Usually the television would be blaring with Dora the Explorer or Little Einsteins or the stereo system she had bought him the Christmas before would be blaring some sort of children's music.

After checking the dining room, the den and the kitchen and uncovering even more emptiness and silence, he shrugged his shoulder and retreated to the living room once more. He decided to space out on the couch for a few, thinking perhaps his wife had went to the store or to his parents house for the afternoon. It would give him his last little bit of silence before tending to their daughter for the next few nights. Besides giving his wife, Samantha the much needed rest she was craving, it gave him those precious moments with his little Alanna, before returning to the road once more.

He hated being away from his new family for so long, but he knew if he hadn't, the life they had built for themselves wouldn't exist. And besides his wife and their daughter, wrestling was his passion. He knew it was something that was within his blood from the time he was little when his mom hesitantly agreed to allow him to attend his first WrestleMania. Ever since that moment he was hooked.

He honestly couldn't see himself doing much else, anyway. He hadn't attended college anywhere and his stint in the US military hadn't went the way he had pictured. Looking back on those days, he realized how incredibly naïve and immature he actually was then.

He exhausted a deep sigh as he allowed his eyes to close briefly, as he envisioned his shopping trip just days before. He had wanted to visit the large Toys 'R Us store in Arizona to look for something for his daughter. After dragging 2 of his best friends along with him and spending an hour and a half in the store, he finally found the perfect gift and bought it without a second thought.

Now, he couldn't wait to see the look on his daughters face when she saw the large play set he had purchased.

His eyes darted open when he heard the loud noise coming from upstairs. He was on his feet in a matter of seconds and flying up the stairs quicker than lightning. He knew he had called to his wife when he entered the door and his only thought was a bugler had entered his home through an opened window upstairs somewhere. He was certain Sam wasn't home, or else she would have called back and rushed towards him, like she always had before.

He eased his way into the long hallway at the top of the steps and walked silently towards his bedroom door. He pressed his ear against the door as another sound resonated and a series of whispers and muffled voices were heard within. He strained to hear what was being said, but the voices were too hushed to make anything out clearly. He stepped back and rubbed his hands together before turning the knob and busting through the door.

"What the he---" he yelled in a deep voice, before stopping quickly in his shoes.

"Randy?!" Samantha exclaimed, covering her nearly naked form.

"Sam? What's going on?" Randy asked, feeling his blood start to boil as his eyes feel over the other male in the room, scrambling to finish dressing.

"When did you get home, sweetheart?" she asked in a high-pitched voice.

"Who the hell are you?" Randy asked, stepping towards the male and ignoring his wifes question.

"I'm, um-- Trent." the man said, extending his hand.

"Sam, who the hell is..." Randy began, giving the guy a once over, before returning his attention back to his wife. "..Trent?"

"I think it's best if I leave." Trent responded, as he grabbed his shoes.

"No, really. I think it's best you stay." Randy said calmly, slamming the door and blocking it. "Where the hell is Alanna?"

"Sh-- She's at your parents house. What are you doing home early, baby?" Sam asked, drawing closer to him.

"Don't---" Randy said, closing his eyes as his hand flew in the air, stopping her dead in her tracks. "--touch me."

"Randy, it's really..."

"What, Sam? Not what it looks like?" Randy finished for her. "It looks to me that my wife is half naked in my bedroom with another man!"

"Randy, please." Sam urged, stepping closer.

"Who is he?" Randy asked, trying to keep his cool as he spoke through clenched teeth. "And how long has this been going on?"

"Randy..." she sighed, looking over her shoulder at Trent. "I was going to tell you. I really was."

"How long, Samantha?" he asked again, as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Almost 2 years." she said, in barely a whisper.

"Did I hear you correctly? Did you say 2 years?!" he screamed, as his eyes narrowed on her.

"Yeah." she spoke softly.

"Why, Sam?" he asked, lowering his voice slightly.

"Randy, it's just-- everything was too much to handle. You were on the road, I was alone and Trent was here." she said, a few tears flowing from her eyes.

"Don't give me that bullshit, Sam. Just---" he stopped, clearing his head and allowing himself to collect himself before continuing. "--get your shit and get the fuck out."

"Randy, please..." she pleaded, her hands covering her mouth.

"Sam, you heard me. I'm doing this as nicely as possible. Please, just leave." he voiced.

"Randy, I never..." she began, the tears stinging her eyes, the lump in her throat almost making it impossible to finish her sentence. "..I never meant to hurt you."

"Sam---" he warned.

Instead of continuing, he looked at her and pointed towards the door, as he slowly moved away from it. He hadn't planned on coming home to find his wife cheating. It was something he never thought she was capable off and considering his track record, everyone would have bet that it would've been Randy in her shoes.

"There's something else you have to know before I leave." she said, wiping the tears from her eyes as Trent stood and stood beside her and grabbed her hand.

The gesture caused Randy to tense up. He rolled his neck around slowly, trying to relieve the tension forming. His suddenly felt sick to his stomach, but he wasn't fully prepared for the bombshell she was about to drop on him.

"Alanna...." she spoke softly, before Randy interrupted.

"What about my daughter?" he fumed, glaring at the other man.

"Randy, she may not be yours." she whispered, as the tears fell down her face all over.

Randy closed his eyes and turned around, wondering if he had heard his wife correctly. The woman he thought bore his child was now telling him that she, in fact, might not even be his child at all. He rubbed the back of his neck, before he felt the tears stinging his own eyes. He turned around quickly, realizing the room was empty.

Something inside of him snapped, as he grabbed the closest thing and launched it at the large mirror above the dresser, shattering it into a million pieces. The frame flew back and came to rest at his feet, the picture starring up at him, like a reminder of what once was. He picked it up and stared at the photo of his wedding day. He felt the tears dripping from his eyes once more before the angered rage set in. He launched the frame once more, this time with more power, causing it to shatter amongst the broken glass lining the floor.

He continued his reckless raid upon his bedroom, smashing lamps and end tables, scattering the sheets and blankets onto the floor before ripping the seams from the pillows and throwing the stuffing aimlessly around the room. He moved from picture frame to picture frame, destroying the colored memory in his wake, not caring about his actions.

He saw the large flat screen plasma television resting on the large bureau by the bathroom door. He remembered how she had wanted one so badly in their bedroom for their weekly movie nights while he was out of action on injury leave. Without another thought, he trampled towards the set and pushed it to the floor, the casing busting and the glass from within shattering and echoing throughout the house.

He continued by ripping the drawers open and throwing her undergarments from the opened window nearby. He watched as the pile of colorful fabric made a rainbow upon his backyard. He continued to the next door and the next, before the bureau was empty and the drawers lie disheveled amongst the growing clutter.

He looked around the room before falling to his knees, the exhaustion and hurt setting in, as the tears fell from his eyes. He hadn't the faintest idea his wife was so cold, so frigid in allowing him to believe he fathered a child that in the end, might not even be his. The tears stung his flustered, reddened checks, but he didn't care.

He just wanted everything to go back to normal, but he had no idea what that even was anymore. He knew things would never be the same; the happy family he had worked so hard in building came crumbling down in one day, without his doing at all.

He thought of his parents and the hurt they would undoubtedly feel after knowing their granddaughter might not be theirs after all. His brother and sister, who cared so deeply for their niece, might have their own world crash down on them after hearing the news.

His felt the soft touch on his shoulder when he spun around. He was met with the soft, blue eyes he was so familiar with and noticed the tears lining her eyes as well. He stood and shook his head slowly, a fresh set of tears forming in his eyes and falling down his swollen face.

"Baby, I'm sorry." she whispered, shaking her own head.

She extended her arms then, not wanting another word to be said, knowing her son needed her now more than ever. He excepted the gesture and collapsed into her arms, sobbing uncontrollably as his father watched from the doorway.