The past week had been really hard on me. I had, yet, another secret that I was keeping from Randy. I didn't know how to tell him and I didn't know how he was gonna react. I had talked to Roman about it and he was encouraging me to talk to Randy right away.
FLASHBACK
I glanced down at it. I couldn't believe what I was reading. I needed to talk to someone about this but I couldn't talk to Randy. Not yet anyway. I walked out of the hotel room, that I was alone in since Randy went to the gym, and walked to the first one I could think of. I knocked and Roman answered. I was on the verge of tears. "Hey. What's up?" he asked.
"I need to talk to you. It's really important." I said.
"Okay. Come on in." He opened the door wider for me to walk in and then shut it. We sat down. This was the moment of truth.
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"Are you sure?" Roman asked.
"As sure as I can be. Oh God, Roman what if he leaves me? What if this is the one thing Randy can't handle?" I asked with tears streaming down my face.
"Hey, listen to me. Randy loves you. He loves you and he is gonna be there for you through everything. I promise you. Just talk to him."
"I don't know how?" I admitted.
"Yes you do. You sit him down and you tell him. What's the worst that can happen?"
"I could lose him."
"You're not gonna lose him." he said.
"How can you be so sure?" I asked.
"Because if he tries I'll kick his ass." he said.
I chuckled and then went serious. "I'm scared, Roman."
"Come here." Roman pulled him into him and just held me while I cried. Roman was really a good friend. My best friend.
END OF FLASHBACK
I arrived at the arena with Randy for Raw. It was the last Raw before Extreme Rules and Randy was pumped.
We walked to the locker room in silence. I had this nagging in my brain to just tell Randy but I couldn't do it at work. That was the last thing Randy or I needed. When we got to the locker room I went to change instantly. I looked at myself in the mirror. I felt different. I looked different. More tired and scared.
I got changed into a pair of jean shorts and Randy's black Venom T-shirt along with my white tennis shoes. I straightened my hair and put on makeup before walking back out to Randy. He was sitting on the couch getting his knee pads on. I sat down beside him. "Wow. You look different. Anything you wanna tell me?" he asked.
I panicked. "What? No. Why, why, why would you think that I have to tell you something?" I asked in a hurry.
"No reason. I was just referring to the fact that you look amazing." he said.
"Oh. Of course." I said.
"Is there something you have to tell me?" he asked.
"No. Nothing I can think of." I said.
"Okay. Are you nervous?"
"For what?" I asked.
"For anything." he said.
"Um, I am nervous for your match against Seth on Sunday." I told him. That wasn't a lie. I was nervous for it.
"Don't worry. I'm gonna be fine. I promise." he said.
