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Two more weeks had passed and I still hadn't made an appointment for the paternity test. I was now 13 weeks along and had just begun my second trimester. I still hadn't told anyone else about the baby because I didn't want anyone to know before I knew who the father was, but I knew I was starting to show a little and I needed to do it soon. Both Randy and John were being incredible; I always had one of them by my side, and they were both so attentive and careful. Every time either one of them would allude to the fact that the baby was his, I felt myself feeling more and more guilty; what kind of person could put two men in that position? Some nights I'd sit around and wonder whose baby it was, and which would make me happier. John was the ideal choice; he was so caring, sweet, and kind. He'd never done anything to hurt me, and he was so excited about being a father. I knew he would be an amazing dad to that child, and part of me couldn't help but hope it turned out to be his. Then there was Randy. Randy had done so many things to hurt me; he had lied, cheated, and degraded me. He was controlling and possessive. He was still a child in so many ways; Randy was more concerned with going out and getting laid than he was with anything else. There were so many things about Randy that could make me hate him, yet there were so many things that reminded me how much I loved him. He didn't always show it, but he had a kind heart; he could always find a way to take a bad situation and make it okay. Randy could make me laugh when I didn't even want to smile. And Randy was just as excited about being a father as John was. I had to admit I had never pictured Randy as a father before, but seeing how differently he treated me throughout the entire situation made me change my mind. I knew he could grow up and accept the responsibility of parenthood. Just like part of me wanted John to be the father of my child, there was a little part of me that also hoped it was Randy.
With the exception of my paternal dilemma, everything was going well. While I was still experiencing some morning sickness, the bulk of it seemed to have subsided and I couldn't have been happier about that. Emily was just as excited as she was when she found out I was pregnant. I was still having a hard time believing it, but I could certainly see she was trying.
My belly was starting to show a bit; Emily tried to convince me that I was the only one who could tell, but I wasn't buying it. I knew that I was going to blow up at any time. I knew I was going to have to start shopping in Maternity sometime soon, but I was putting it as far off as possible.
Work was also going well. I had been valeting for Randy full time as wrestling was obviously out of the question in my current situation. HR had set up a storyline where Randy forbid me to wrestle until he thought I was ready, so I was basically his little puppy following him around and doing whatever he said. It worked for me; I still got paid the same amount without having to do any of the work. John and Randy were still feuding and I was meant to turn heel eventually, although I wasn't sure if that was going to happen since I became pregnant.
While I was able to deal with the pregnancy, I still hadn't allowed myself time to deal with the paternity issue. It wasn't until I had a very serious conversation with Randy, that I knew I had to take the test as soon as possible.
"Hey, how are you feeling today?" Randy asked as I stepped aside for him to enter my hotel room. John was doing an appearance that day, and I had been hanging out in the hotel room by myself.
"I'm okay. I threw up everything I ate for breakfast, so I'm making up for it right now." I answered as I sat back down on the bed and shoved a handful of cheese balls into my mouth. Randy scrunched his nose at my honesty.
"Well that's good I guess. So I wanted to talk to you about a decision I made." He answered seriously. His tone was solemn and his face had lost all expression. He swallowed hard before speaking again.
"I'm leaving Sam."
My mouth dropped and I felt as though I had been hit with a ton of bricks. Was he kidding me? He told me he would never leave her. I knew he hadn't been the ideal husband, but she was his wife! I couldn't allow him to make such a brash decision.
"Randy, are you crazy! She is your wife! You cannot leave her; especially when you have no idea if this baby is yours! I appreciate everything you've been doing lately, but I am fully capable of taking care of this baby. If it's yours, you can get off scot free; I'm financially able to provide everything this child needs. We'll be fine; there's no reason for you to leave her!"
His face went from blank to angry; his eyes widened and his jaw clenched. It was obvious I had said something to upset him.
"Do you even hearyourself right now! For God's sake Kayla; you're having a baby! You're not buying a car or putting a down payment on a house; this is a child we're talking about! It doesn't matter how financially secure you are! You cannot raise a child on your own! Don't you think this child needs its father?"
I took in every word as it left his mouth; I knew he was right about the baby needing a father, but I couldn't break his marriage apart either.
"Randy, I get what you're saying but I can't let you end things with her." After everything we'd been through, I still couldn't get myself to say her name. It had killed me that Randy lied to me about their relationship when we were together, and while I knew I was in the wrong and she wasn't, I couldn't help but hold her accountable for the demise of my relationship.
"Kayla, it doesn't matter what you think. I'm not happy with her, and when she finds out I've got a baby on the way with another woman she's gonna leave me anyway. It's a win, win situation; I get out of a marriage that I'm not happy with, and you get the kind of father of your child that you deserve. I told you I'd be there for you no matter what, so let me do this."
I shook my head at his words; he wasn't happy? He seemed pretty darn happy when we went to dinner a couple months ago.
"Randy, my answer is no. I can't let you do this; I won't let you do this!" I argued.
Randy's voice became very stern as he responded to me.
"It doesn't matter what you say Kayla. If I am the father of this child, I had a legal right to be a part of its life. I'm just as financially stable as you are; actually, I'm more financially stable than you! I'm fully capable of being a father, and you have no right to tell me I can't be involved in my child's life!"
I held my head in my hands as he spoke; I knew he was right, there was nothing I could do or say to make him change his mind. I knew it wasn't a good idea; how could he leave his wife? The first thing Randy ever told me when we began seeing each other, was that he would never leave his wife. I took a deep breath before slowly lifting my head back up to look him in the eye. His eyes were somber; it was obvious he had thought about this a lot. I pulled his hand into mine before speaking.
"Randy, you're right. This is your decision to make; I just don't want this baby to be the reason you leave her. If you're truly not happy, then make that the reason you leave. I am capable of providing everything this baby needs. I understand that you've thought about this, but I've thought about this." I placed my hand on my belly. "This is all I have to worry about now, and I know I can do it. I know it's gonna be tough to do alone, but I can do it. That's what I want you to think about. I don't want you to step up just because you think it's the right thing to do; that's not what I need from you."
"Kayla, I'm not stepping up because it's the right thing to do. I'm stepping up because you're carrying my child. I'm stepping up because I haven't even seen an ultrasound picture yet, but I love that child more than anything already. I'm stepping up because I still love you."
Randy leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on my lips. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help but feel happy. His lips had always felt amazing on mine and, as happy as I was with John, part of me missed that feeling. As I looked up into his gorgeous blue eyes, I felt tears rushing into mine. It was all too much for me to handle. My hormones made me extremely over emotional, and the fact that I had had both Randy and John trying to make things right was tearing me apart. They were both amazing men. I knew they would both do anything necessary to make me happy, but I wished I hadn't put myself in this situation at all. I knew I had no choice but to go get the paternity test done immediately; there was no more time to waste. I couldn't allow these amazing men to continue to invest their emotions into a child that may not even be theirs. It wasn't fair to them. The worst part of the entire situation was that I knew that no matter what the outcome of that paternity test was, somebody was going to get hurt. I wasn't sure I could handle breaking either one's heart like that. The tears continued to fall as all of those thoughts invaded my brain; I had no choice but to figure out who the father was.
"Kayla, I'm sorry; I didn't mean to upset you. It's just, if this is my child, I don't want to miss a thing.I want to be there for all of it; the birth, the first steps, the first word, I want to be there through it all."
"You didn't; everything you said was perfect, I just don't want you making any more mistakes. Please, do me one favor, just wait until we figure out who the father really is before you go making any big decisions like this."
Randy nodded slowly at my words.
"Alright, I promise."