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Chapter Forty-Three: Watch Your Words

Day 17 of suspension

Week 7 of pregnancy

"You really didn't have to do all of this, Trish," Alex told her friend as she looked at all of the new décor for her house.

"Of course I did. Consider it a housewarming gift," Trish countered with a smile.

"But this isn't just one gift. It's more like a hundred."

"Yeah, but who's counting? Can't you just take it and be happy?"

"Thank you, Trish," Alex said and hugged her. "I don't know what I'd do without you. It's been a really rough week."

"I know it has, but that's why after Randy picks the kids up, we are going to have ourselves a girls' night."

"I doubt I'll be much fun. It's not like I can drink," she replied, absentmindedly placing her hand on her belly.

"Who said anything about drinking? I'm talking just you and me and some of my favorite men; Ben, Jerry and Johnny Depp."

Alex managed a small giggle before there was a knock on the door. Her mood suddenly became stoic as she opened it to see Randy on the other side. "You're early. The kids aren't ready to go yet. Sadie and Jace are down for a nap and Jayda doesn't have her bag packed yet."

"I don't know why that should surprise me," he muttered, stepping inside.

"I'll just go get the kids ready," Trish excused herself and walked upstairs.

"That why you have her here?" Randy asked, motioning to her stairs. "So she can do your job for you?"

"Actually, Randy, Trish came on her own to lend a helping hand. Not that you would know much about that."

"If I remember right, the last time I offered to help you, you had already called your boy toy in to save the day."

"I didn't ask him to do anything either. Seems like you're the only one who doesn't know anything about good will."

"The only reason Hardy would choose to help you is with the hope of getting in your pants, unless he already is and wants to keep it that way."

"You don't know anything about what's going on between me and Jeff so just keep your nose out of it and your mouth shut."

"Ooh, getting a little feisty there, aren't we, sweetheart? Well I have a bit of news that will ruffle your feathers even more," he smirked as he made himself comfortable on her sofa. "If that baby you're carrying is in fact his, I'm going to have to do what's best for my children."

"You want to get to the point?"

"I talked to a lawyer that specializes in orders of protection and he agrees with me that allowing a person with a strong history of substance abuse around my children isn't a very wise idea."

"Says the man who not too long ago drank a liquor store."

"That was a mistake and never documented. Your boyfriend's issues are and it wouldn't take much for me to get a hold of them and make sure that he's not within five hundred feet of my kids."

"You are such an asshole," Alex said, tears brimming in her eyes.

"I would say the feeling's mutual, but it's not," he began as he stood from his seat. "My contempt for you is so much stronger. You ruined everything we had. You tore apart our family and I will never forgive you for that. I downright loathe you. As a matter of fact, if you died tomorrow, I wouldn't shed a single tear."

Alex's jaw dropped open in disbelief. Never in a million years did she ever think those words would come out of Randy's mouth. She wanted to smack the smirk right off his face, but shock held her body in place. Fortunately, Trish handled it in the exact same manner.

Being a former wrestler, Trish's bitch slap packed more power than Alex's ever hoped to hold. "How dare you speak to her like that! She is the mother of your children! No matter what she has done to you, that is still a fact."

Randy's eyes narrowed in fury as he bore holes through the petite blonde. "You should keep your nose where it belongs, Stratus," he warned, his face inches from hers.

"Or what? Remember who I'm married to and think about the ass whooping you would receive if you so much as lay a finger on me. Now I suggest you leave."

"Not without my children, I'm not."

"You think I can't smell the alcohol on your breath, Randy?" Trish questioned, tilting her head to the side. "I may be blonde but I'm not dumb by any means. You aren't taking those kids anywhere."

"And who are you to stop me?" he growled in response.

"I'm the one that will call the police if you don't. Now leave."

Randy sighed and ran a hand through his hear before turning toward the door. As he reached for the doorknob, he glanced back at Alex who was still beside herself. "I can see why you've kept her around. You always have needed someone to fight your battles for you," he sneered before walking out the door and letting it slam behind him.

Trish released the breath she had been holding and pulled Alex in for a hug. "I'm so sorry, honey. You didn't deserve any of that."

Alex pulled away and wiped her eyes. "I have to go tell Jayda that' she's not going with her dad," she said and walked upstairs. She was surprised when she saw her daughter sitting at the top of the stairs with her knees pulled to her chest and tears running down her cheeks. "What's the matter, baby?" Alex asked, crouching down in front of her.

"Why did Daddy say he wouldn't cry if you died?"

"I don't know, baby girl. Daddy just doesn't like me as much as he used to."

"Do you still like Daddy?"

"I will always love him with all of my heart. Just like I love you and Sadie and Jace."

"So you would cry if Daddy died?"

Alex felt a new wave of tears come to her eyes. She was absolutely devastated that Jayda had overheard the altercation that had happened just a few moments earlier. "Yeah, baby, I would cry every day for the rest of my life."


Trish sat down at the bottom of the stairs, listening to the conversation between the mother and daughter. Tears were in her eyes as she realized how much this family had really fallen apart. As she ran her hands through her hair, her phone began vibrating in her pocket.

She pulled it out and let a small smile cross her lips when she saw Dave's picture. "Hey, honey," she sniffled.

"Hey," Dave replied. "Is everything okay?"

"No, actually. Everything is really bad," she told him before relaying the vents of the morning.

"Wow. He really said all that?"

"Every bit. And he had been drinking. Alex told me he's been doing that quite a bit lately. Do you think you could talk some sense into him?"

"I can't promise anything, babe, but I'll try. I just got my bags so I'll head over there after I get a car."

"Wait…you're in St. Louis?"

"Yeah, Cena and I are both here. Payton is, too. She's headed your way. Cena's coming with me. I'll see you soon though, babe. I love you."

"I love you, too."

Trish hung up the phone and put it in her pocket before walking upstairs to check on Alex and Jayda. They were no longer at the top of the stairs, but were in Jayda's room, sitting on her bed.

"So, why didn't Daddy want me to go with him today?" Jayda asked, staring up at her mom.

"He did want you to go with him, but Trish made a really good decision and told him that you weren't going to go because he was being so mean. And all I ever want is for you to be safe."

"I just wish that you and Daddy would decide to stay married. I don't like you guys fighting all the time or that you have to live here instead of with us."

Alex sighed and pushed a stray lock of hair out of her daughter's face. "I know, baby. But this is just how it's going to be from now on. I know it is really hard and really confusing right now, but I promise that it will get better. And just remember that no matter what happens between me and your dad, nothing will change the fact that we both love you and your brother and sister very very much."

Jayda just nodded and wrapped her arms around Alex. Trish cleared her throat to announce her presence in the doorway, causing Alex to look up.

"Dave, John and Payton are in town. The guys are headed to Randy's and Payton is coming here."

"Awesome," Alex muttered before turning back to Jayda. "Let me talk to Trish for a minute okay, honey?"

Jayda nodded and let go of her mom before Alex stood up and walked out of the room.

"What's going on with you and Payton?" Trish asked as they walked downstairs.

"I'm not sure, exactly. I haven't spoken to her since John found out about me and Jeff. She keeps calling, but I never answer. I don't really feel like being bitched out by her."

"Do you really think she would be so persistent if she was just calling to bitch you out?"

"Come on, Trish," Alex replied as they made their way into the kitchen. "Her fiancé is Randy's best friend. She knew Randy long before she knew me."

"You could say the same thing about me, you know?" Trish replied as she took a seat on a barstool.

"Yeah, but your husband didn't make me feel like the scum of the universe."

"Just give her a chance, Lex. I'll even take Jayda out so you two can talk and not have to worry about being overheard."

"Alright. Thanks, Trish," Alex said as she grabbed a bottle of water out of the refrigerator.

Trish gave her a small smile and retreated back upstairs to get Jayda. Fifteen minutes later, they were pulling out of the driveway and Alex was left awaiting Payton's arrival. She didn't have to wait long and before she knew it, there was a knock on the door.

Alex took a deep breath and exhaled slowly before opening the door to reveal the future Mrs. Cena. "Hi, Payton," she greeted, softly.

"Hey," she replied, her face stern. "Can I come in?"

Alex nodded and allowed Payton inside before shutting the door behind her. "So…" she began before Payton cut her off.

"Why have you been ignoring me? I've called and left you voicemails. I've texted you. Hell, I even sent you an email and I've heard absolutely nothing from you. All I want to know is why."

"Isn't it obvious, Payton?" Alex questioned, sitting down on the arm of the couch.

"Apparently it isn't or else I wouldn't be standing here."

"The reason I haven't been answering your calls or texts is because on top of everything else that's going on right now, I don't need you bitching at me, too."

"Bitching at you for what?" Payton asked, a confused expression on her face.

"John didn't tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"About me and Jeff?"

"Yeah, he told me about that weeks ago, but…" she paused as realization hit. "You thought I was going to be pissed at you for that?"

"Well, after the way John reacted, I figured you wouldn't be too different."

"Just because John and I are getting married doesn't mean that we feel the same way. No, I don't agree with what you did, but I can understand why you did it. Like most people, I couldn't stand Randy before he met you. When John and I started dating, he made my life hell and John always stuck up for him. That's just John, but it's not me."

"Then why have you been calling me if not to bitch me out?"

"I've been calling you because I want you to be the matron of honor at our wedding."

"You do? Even after all of this?"

"Of course. We all make mistakes and bad decisions. I'm not going to cut you off because of something that has absolutely nothing to do with me. Now will you do it?" she asked, hopefully, as she sat down next to Alex.

"I would really love to, Pate, but I'm not sure this is such a good idea. I mean, it's a given that Randy will be John's best man and well, I'm just not sure if I'll be welcomed there," Alex replied.

"Listen to me, Lex, I don't care what Randy would think, and quite frankly, I don't care what John thinks on this matter. I want you there. Now, please."

Alex hesitated, but after seeing the pleading look in Payton's eyes, she couldn't help but give in. "I'd be honored."

"Thank you so much, Alex," Payton said as she threw her arms around Alex. I've missed you so much these past few weeks. This wedding planning stuff is hard by yourself!"

"I know how that is," Alex said, solemnly as memories of her own wedding flooded her mind. "Would you like some help?"


Dave and John stood on the front step of Randy's house and as Dave prepared to knock, John stopped him. "I'm not sure it's such a good idea for me to be here, man. The last time Orton and I were in the same room, he clocked me in the face."

"It's a little late for that now, don't you think? What are you going to do? Hide in the car?" Dave replied.

"Hiding in the car is a lot better than getting the shit beat out of me," John snorted.

"Suck it up, Cena. This is your best friend we're talking about here. We have to figure out what's going on with him," Dave him and finally knocking on the door.

A few minutes later, it flew open and revealed a drunken Randy Orton behind it. "What the fuck are you doing here?" he growled, blocking them from entering the house.

"We came here to figure out what is going on with you, man. Trish called me just a little while ago and told me what happened with Alex," Dave explained, putting his hands in his jean pockets.

"It would figure that it was your little bitch that had to go and have you stick your nose where it doesn't belong," Randy sneered.

"You better show a little bit more respect for my wife or you'll be eating your meals through an IV," Dave threatened, his gaze on fire. "Now we can either hash all of out with your neighbors listening in or we can do it inside where its just the three of us."

Randy's glare narrowed in the direction of the two older men before he moved out of the doorway and let them in. The three men sat down in the living room, each a healthy distance from one another. Dave and John watched Randy very intently as he picked up the bottle of whiskey that was sitting on the coffee table.

"You mind if we have this conversation without the booze?" John asked, quietly.

"This is my fucking house, Cena. I'll drink if I fucking want to," Randy replied.

"Cena's right, Randy. Put the bottle down," Dave agreed.

Randy sighed and reluctantly put the bottle back on the table. "So, what is this? Some kind of intervention?"

"If you want to call it that. Honestly, Orton, we're worried about you man. This…"Dave said, gesturing to him with his hand. "This isn't you. You're a borderline alcoholic. Sooner or later, if you keep doing this to yourself, you're going to find yourself in an early grave. I understand that this is a tough time for you, but…"

"You don't fucking understand!" Randy interrupted. "Neither one of you do. You don't understand that the love of my life cheated on me. You don't understand that she is pregnant and it might not be my baby. And you sure as hell don't understand that when I'm not drinking, I can't stay mad at her for any of that. When I'm not drinking I want to go to her and tell her that we can work it all out. I shouldn't feel that way, man. I should hate her. But I don't."

"Then why don't you go tell her that?" Dave asked, leaning closer to him.

"Because she doesn't deserve it. She tore our family apart, Dave."

"And what do you think you're doing? You sure as hell aren't bringing your family back together. Do you even realize that your daughter heard you when you told Alex you wouldn't give a damn if she died?" Dave watched as realization came over Randy and fear crept into his eyes. "That's right, Randy. Jayda heard you. She heard you tell the only mother she's ever really known that you wouldn't give a fuck if she died. How does that make you feel?"

Tears pooled in Randy's eyes as he ran a hand through his hair. "I…I didn't know."

"I know you didn't. But the fact of the matter is, she heard it and the only reason it happened is because you were shit-faced. If that isn't enough to make you throw the booze out, I don't know what is."

Okay folks, so this has actually been done for a while, I have just been debating whether or not to add to it or not. I decided to not make it seem forced and to end this chapter here and I hope you all enjoy it.

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