Randy and Mickie did their best to enjoy their time off as much as possible, although Randy was having a harder time of it because thoughts of Alanna and his upcoming divorce proceedings were weighing heavily on him. Sam had officially filed for divorce, but that was as far as anything had gone. He tried to call her a few times, but she never answered any of his calls. Mickie tried to assure him that Sam just needed more time to come around, but he knew from personal experience that scorned women weren't always the most rational creatures in the world. He knew that he possibly still had a long fight ahead of him to get his daughter back.

Sam hadn't said anything to him by the time they had to leave St. Louis again, so Randy had to endure a four day tour that involved not knowing what his ex was going to do. Mickie did everything she could to be loving and supportive, and he appreciated her efforts. Unfortunately, Ted and Cody did not get the memo, so they were just as annoying as ever.

"Dude, come on!" Ted whined on the last night of the tour. He and Cody had invaded Mickie and Randy's room, even though Randy had pretty much told them he wanted them to leave. "That is cheating! You can't do that!"

"It's not cheating," Cody insisted. "It's an Extreme Rules match and I can do anything I want."

"What's going on?" Mickie asked, who was just returning from getting candy from the vending machine.

"They're playing Smackdown vs. Raw 2009," Randy muttered. "Ted's being Shawn and Cody's being Taker. Cody has been hitting Ted with a steel chair for like ten minutes now and Ted's getting pissed."

"Damn right I am!" Ted said angrily. He elbowed Cody on the arm as hard as he could. "The mother fucker isn't letting me win!"

"I'm not supposed to let you win!" Cody snapped. He smacked Ted across the face. "Taker beats everybody! That's just the way it is!"

"Well I'm just going to beat the shit out of you if I lose!" Ted snarled. "So you better rethink your strategy here."

Randy rubbed his temples. He was seriously about to kill the both of them. "If you two don't shut the hell up this instant, I am going to take the Playstation 2 and beat the ever loving shit out of you with it," he growled. "I am not joking right now."

Ted and Cody shut up and went back to quietly playing their game. Mickie gave Randy a sympathetic look as she sat down on the bed with him. "Honey, I hate to tell you this, but when your friends give you this big of a headache all the time, it's probably time to get new friends."

He shook his head. "Cody and Ted are not my friends. They are just…I don't know. Let's just call them my groupies." He paused when he realized just what he said. "Okay ew, why did I just word it like that?"

"Yeah, I agree," Cody said. He and Ted had paused the game so they could turn around and glare at Randy. "I mean seriously man, your groupies? You think we're your groupies? What kind of sick, demented world you live in boy?"

Randy glared back at him. "First of all, don't call me boy. Second of all, you two need to take your game and get out. Mickie and I want to be alone right now."

"But you always hang out with her," Ted pouted. "It's like you like her more than us."

"Well yeah," Randy confirmed. "What's your point?"

Mickie giggled as Ted and Cody gathered up their game and left the room. "You know, if they weren't so dumb, I'd feel bad about you being mean to them all the time," she said.

Randy shook his head. "Maybe if they weren't so dumb, I wouldn't have to be so mean to them. But they are, and I'm not sorry."

She grinned. "Well don't worry, because I'm not asking you to be."

"Good." He kissed her sweetly, groaning as his phone rang at that moment. "You think I should just leave it?" he asked.

She shook her head. "No, you should get it. It might be important."

He grumbled under his breath, but he did answer the phone. "Hello?"

"Randy it's me," Sam said.

Randy sat straight. "Oh. Hi Sam. What's going on?"

She sighed. "Look, I've been thinking a lot lately, and I just want to get this divorce over as fast as possible. It's not going to do us any good by drawing this out. And that means I'm willing to give you visitation to Alanna whenever you're home. Just because I'm furious about what you've done doesn't mean I need to ruin her with this mess."

Randy could hardly believe he was actually hearing this. "Thank you," he said gratefully. "And I know this won't change anything, but I'm--"

"I know, you're sorry," Sam interrupted. She didn't sound angry; just tired. "Just…let's just talk more when you get back to St. Louis, okay?"

"Ok," he agreed. "Tell Alanna I love her for me?"

"I'll even give her a kiss for you while I'm at it," Sam agreed. "Bye Randy."

"Bye Sam." He hung up the phone and smiled at Mickie. "You are the best."

"What did she say?" Mickie asked.

"She's willing to give me visitation. She's not going to keep Alanna away from me." Randy put his arm around Mickie and held her tightly. He probably had the biggest and stupidest grin on his face, but he didn't care how he looked at the moment. He was just too damn happy to give a shit about anything else.

Mickie smiled and rested her head on his chest. "I'm glad she changed her mind. I know what your baby means to you."

"Yeah," Randy said quietly. "She's probably the best thing that came from my relationship with Sam." He kissed the top of Mickie's head. "You know what I think we should do? I think we should get some wine and go have our own celebration in the tub."

Mickie raised her eyebrow. "Are you trying to seduce me Mr. Orton?"

"Oh, I have to try now? I'm hurt."

She giggled at the pout on his face and reached for the phone. "I'll call room service and tell them to bring some wine up. You go fill the tub baby."

Randy kissed her on the cheek and went to go do just that. Tomorrow he would go back home and see Sam and Alanna and deal with cleaning up the rest of that mess then. Tonight was about him and Mickie. And honestly, he couldn't be any happier about the way things had worked out.