A/N: Don't forget the poll. We're nearing the end of this story, and the poll is necessary for the last chapter.
P.S. Twenty days 'til Johnny comes back!!
Over the course of four days, the two barely saw each other. They spoke on the phone nightly, but to Lacey it wasn't the same thing. That's one of the ways her relationship with Dave failed.
He would always be away, so their marriage rested on phone calls at night. He would be exhausted from a long day in court; she would be tired from work and press for her book. The two just didn't match up as far as their careers were concerned.
She just hoped that didn't happen with Randy.
As she sauntered around her house trying to clean it up a little bit before Randy came over for breakfast, the doorbell rang. When she told him 9:30am, she didn't think he would be on time. Growing up with two older brothers, she realized guys suck at being on time.
Except for Randy. He seemed to be perfect with everything.
Maybe he was too perfect.
Shrugging the idea from her mind, she arrived at the front door and unlocked it for Randy. "If you gave me a key to your house, things would be so much easier."
Lacey took a moment to roll her eyes before turning back to the blue eyed stud in her doorway. "I'm not that easy, Randy."
The older man pursed his lips instead of saying anything to the mother of his child. "No comment."
Again Lacey rolled her eyes, but smacked him on the arm this time. "Breakfast is ready."
Once the two were seated for breakfast, and fully enjoying the meal in a peaceful silence, Randy spoke up. "So, have you told your parents yet?"
"I don't get why that is such a big deal."
With Randy's silence after her statement, she still wasn't exactly sure what he was thinking. "It's just," he started, and took a moment to word his thoughts correctly, "that child will only have two grandparents. I just think that they should have the best relationship with the only grandparents they'll have."
Lacey felt tears brim her eyes, knowing full well how hard it was for Randy to talk about his parents, especially the fact that they were no longer living.
She knew he hated that they never showed true interest in Randy and John's extracurricular activities and the like growing up, but he would admit that he still missed the two. To him, no matter how terrible their relationship could be at times, they were still his parents.
And it sucked that they wouldn't get to meet their first grandchild. Or any grandchildren at all.
"I'm going to tell them. It might not be today or tomorrow, but I will tell them. I swear."
Randy just nodded as the twosome continued to eat their breakfast. Deep down, Lacey knew it would take some time to tell her parents about their second grandchild. But for Randy, she had to do it.
She had to put her pride aside and just tell them, no matter what the outcome would be.
Maybe it would have been easier if she accepted Randy's several marriage proposals so that she could have a concrete relationship to back her up when she told her parents. But the fact was that this child stemmed from a one night stand.
Though she wouldn't tell just anyone, Lacey was kind of glad for it. Over the few days that she hadn't really seen Randy, due to him writing and unpacking his house, she could admit that she liked having him around. Maybe it was to the point where she loved having him around. She wasn't exactly sure, though.
"And by the way, I know this is extremely last minute, but Torrie and John are visiting this weekend."
"As in tomorrow?"
"Kind of, yeah."
Trying to take a moment to think clearly before blowing up at him for not telling her soon enough, Lacey took a deep breath. "Cool."
"You're not mad at me?"
The shorter brunette pursed her lips together and shook her head. "When was that decided?"
"Yesterday morning. John got the weekend off, and decided spur of the moment that they were coming down this weekend."
Lacey nodded. The bubble of excitement in her stomach stopped her from getting mad at Randy. With her emotions changing at the drop of a dime, she tried to contain her happiness for finally being able to meet Randy's brother and spend some more time with Torrie.
"What are we going to do for the next hour?" Randy's question got Lacey to check the time, proving that it was already nearing 10:30.
"I'm going to go change and freshen up. My doctor's office is almost half an hour away from here."
"You know that's crazy, right?" When she shot him a confused look, he continued. "Your doctor should be close by. Do you really want to have to drive half an hour if you have an emergency?"
She shrugged. "He's one of the best around here, Randy. His father actually delivered my brothers and me. He delivered my niece and worked so well with Maya."
"But Lace, thirty minutes away."
Again, she shrugged. "I trust him. And I trust his office. That's all that should matter."
Randy nodded. "As long as you trust him."
"Now that that's settled, I'm going to change."
Randy nodded and watched as Lacey stood from the table.
Ten minutes later, Lacey arrived back downstairs, clad in a pair of loose fitting jeans and a simple baby blue t-shirt with her hair pulled into a loose ponytail and light makeup adorning her face.
"Ready to go, babe?" She nodded and grabbed her black purse off the knob behind her door as well as a black lightweight sweatshirt. Randy stepped over to open the front door, to which she smiled and stepped outside.
Once into the bright June sunlight, a smirk took over Lacey's features. She turned back to see Randy locking up her house and start towards his driveway just behind Lacey. "Can I drive?"
Watching an array of emotions waft through his eyes, Lacey pouted. The twosome got closer to the vehicle in question, which was just sent down from New York City. Randy's 1970 Mustang sat in his driveway; it was a sixteenth birthday present from his parents. Like Randy, John got a 1970 Plymouth Superbird. "You're not serious?" The look she offered him showed him she wasn't joking. Randy played around with the keys in his hand and shrugged. "I guess so."
I just wanted to see if you'd let me. I don't really want to drive." A smile broke out across her face at the look on his face. He wasn't sure if he should be mad or relieved. After all, he treated his 'Stang as his baby. Rarely did he ever drive it when he lived in the City, so being in Fort Worth, he thought he would get a lot more use out of the car he'd had for twelve years.
Randy smirked in Lacey's direction and continued towards the car. He would get his revenge for that. And he had a great idea.
As he unlocked the doors, Randy opened the passenger side for Lacey, who was leaning against the navy blue car, with a smile intact. She sauntered over to the open door and just giggled as she started into the seat.
Once seated, Randy tried his best to look like he was going to reach into the car for something, as his face stopped directly in front of Lacey's; his lips just centimeters from hers. He was so close to the point that he could smell the peppermint toothpaste she had used just a few moments before, as well as the scent of her shampoo. Herbal Essences.
Instead, he grabbed a rolled up beanie from the center console and backed out the car, leaving Lacey breathless and speechless. Randy just smirked as he shut the door and walked to the driver's side of the car, all while slipping the hat over his head.
Once at her doctor's office, Randy sent the brunette in his passenger seat a smirk. "Maybe I should have driven," she offered, a smile bright on her face as he pulled into the parking lot.
"Not with that massive stomach you have, babe."
Figuring she would retort with something, he turned to face Lacey again to notice her with her arms crossed over her chest and her lip pushed into a pout.
"Lace, I didn't mean it." Shooting her gaze out the passenger side window to the parking, she ignored him. "You know I was kidding, babe."
"Lace!" He called after her as she opened the door to the car, grabbed her purse and started across the parking lot with her arms still crossed. "Babe!"
She shook her head, causing her brown locks to sway back and forth with her movements. Suddenly feeling bad that she left him in the dust, Lacey stopped halfway across the parking lot to wait for the taller brunette. "Apologize."
"Babe, I was kidding. I'm sorry." She nodded and continued on her way into the building with Randy on her tails.
"Lacey, how are you this week?"
The 5'4 ½" brunette smiled as her doctor walked into the exam room. "Good, Shane. How are you?"
"Good, good. This must be the father." Randy nodded and stuck his hand out, which Shane took with a smile. "Shane McMahon."
"And you both know me. So let's get this underway, please." Randy just shook his head, a smirk intact, as Shane let out a well-natured laugh. "I know, Shane-O, I'm a pain in the ass. But you love me."
"At least Maya wasn't this much of a pain." The only woman in the room glared at her doctor and pursed her lips together. "All in good humor, Lacey. You've been feeling well since your last appointment?"
"With the exception of my 'morning sickness'? Yes. Is it still normal to be this sick, Shane?"
He nodded. "It's common." Lacey felt Randy envelope her hand in his, causing a smile to take over her features. "It should go away shortly, Lace. There's not a whole lot we can do about it. Just stick it out for a little while longer and it'll start to go away."
"I'm trying. It's just so difficult." She let out a deep breath and shrugged. "I'm trying to keep everything down so the baby gets proper nutrients, but it's almost impossible." Running her free hand over her growing abdomen, she bit her lower lip. Shane pulled up a chair and took a seat in front of Lacey on the exam table and Randy in a seat next to her. "And with that going on, I have no idea how I'm gaining so much damn weight. Randy won't admit it, but I'm huge."
"Well, let's take a look, Lacey." Standing from the table, she slid up her t-shirt to show a simple heather gray tank top and her expanding waistline. "For being at fifteen weeks, the baby is really beginning to grow, now. Hypothetically, they're somewhere around two and a half ounces and four inches by now."
"But how much weight should I have gained by now?"
Taking a moment to check notes that his nurse, and sister, Stephanie, made for him, he nodded. "Normally around five pounds. You've gained around ten pounds, so it's not that bad, Lacey."
She slid her top back down and took a seat back on the table. "So I'm healthy and normal?"
"Healthy, yes. Normal? Well, since I've met you, not so much."
The comment was responded to by a slap to the back of the head by Lacey. "Watch your language, Shane-O. Just because I've known you since middle school, and we've spent a few nights at parties together which resulted in me drinking a tad bit too much, it doesn't mean anything."
"You guys went to school together?"
The two nodded. "Seven years. Fun times, huh, Shane?"
"I won't embarrass you with any bad stories. At least, not today." Lacey stuck her tongue out at Shane, causing the two to erupt in laughter. "Shall we take a look at this little one?" The expectant parents both nodded with smiles bright on their faces.
"Coming in?" Lacey asked as Randy walked her towards her condo. Since leaving the doctor's office, the two held hands through making Lacey's next appointment and the entire ride home. Randy would be leaving in six days, so it was decided that her next appointment would be on the Friday that he came back from promotional tour.
"I don't think so, Lacey."
Noting that it was the first time that he had not fought her on the idea of spending the rest of the night together, she couldn't fight the idea that something was wrong.
"What's wrong, Randy?"
He just shook his head, "Nothing, Lace."
"You've changed your mind, haven't you?"
"What?" he asked, furrowing his brows in confusion. "What are you talking about? Change my mind about what?"
"You don't want us anymore."
She shook her head. "No, it's not."
"I haven't changed my mind about anything, Lacey," he stated. Tears were beginning to brim the brunette's eyes as she tried her best to wrap her arms around her body.
"Me. The baby. You don't want us anymore."