This story has crafted by one and being assisted by another. We've done some great things together. Why stop now? Far from a one-shot, this will chronicle a story that began nine years ago and continues. The usual disclaimers apply: This is fiction, we own none of the celebrity characters, trademarks, etc.

This chapter serves as both an outline of what is to come and table of contents. Reviews are welcome, as always.

Late 2002

Where could you find Randy Orton when not in the ring? Between Stacy Keibler's thighs. If not there for a moment, then attached to her by the hip. This was a 'real' relationship, as in Randy Orton actually cared about Stacy Keibler. That, for a time, he wasn't dependent on ring rats to get off, nor was he running too hard with the guys in pursuit of getting laid, because he was in love. Rehabbing from the injury that had him cutting RNN, Randy News Network, promos, had Stacy by his side, keeping him company at those physical therapy appointments, as well as standing next to the cameraman trying not to giggle when Randy would ham it up and ask for people to send him get well wishes through the WWE's website. As soon as the cameraman would say "cut," Randy would grin and Stacy would emerge from the sidelines and tell him how awful he was. They were happy.

Mid-2003

Stacy would be the first one to tell you that she loved him, once. It was easier to love him before he'd joined Evolution, but she'd still tried. Slightly older than him, she could have told you that Randy was going to have a bright future in the business, eventually pulling down top money. She might not have predicted the movie roles and other things that were going to happen for him outside of the squared circle, that would elevate his celebrity status to B-list, if not A-list, but she was content with him. Of course, contentedness can fade.

Contentedness can also be shattered, when it comes to a relationship. That's what happened here. But sometimes, there are remnants of a relationship that can hold the memories of the good. Because once, things were good. Those thoughts kept her content. Not enough, of course, to return to the company afterward, but content enough to keep the baby she'd learned she was pregnant with instead of terminating the pregnancy. She learned of the pregnancy right after seeking her release from the company and having it granted.

Stacy believed that she could separate the feelings of negativity that she now (and likely always) would harbor for Randy separately and apart from this baby. She believed she was ready to be not just a mother, but a Mom, and devote herself to this child for the first few years of its life.

Mid-2008

What Stacy didn't expect was to become so mind-numbed. Days would sometimes pass without an adult conversation. Diapers, feedings, rounds to pediatricians, and the fight to get her body back, a fight having to be battled around the baby's sleep schedule..this wasn't what Stacy believed she'd signed on for. She hungered for the spotlight again. She missed her celebrity status. She missed the red carpet, she missed being blinded by flashbulbs. She had been home for five years now. She wanted to be relevant in the entertainment world again, without having to resort to becoming a Vivid Girl or something along those lines to "be somebody" again. She didn't want to return to wrestling, but she most certainly wanted an acting career. She wouldn't mind modeling, either.

This is not to say that she doesn't love her son. Of course she does. But as this child grew older, she found that it was hard for her to *like* him very much. Of course a mother can love their child without liking them; physically in terms of build, as well as mannerisms, and to a degree, in temperament, he's becoming just like his father. Expressions in his face, particularly when angry, channeled Randy. Baby Travis had become little boy Travis, who was honestly a healthy mix of both parents-he has Stacy's playfulness, early signs of Randy's athleticism, both parents' charm, Stacy's need for excitement and Randy's brashness. But he also has many traits unique to himself. He's an intelligent child, quick to learn, who does well in school, although he does need to be pushed. He's budding into a classic "does not work to his potential unless being hovered over."

Stacy has tried to do the school PTA thing, chaperoning field trips, and spending afternoons with just Travis, ad nauseum, at Monkey Joe's and Gymboree. She's starting to feel like a wilted flower who needs sunlight, or will die. Finding herself screaming at him one day over something extremely trivial, and seeing the fear in Travis' face when she did so, startled her into thinking that this simply wasn't healthy. Of course, a child can have a healthy fear of a parent: Travis is the type of child that doesn't fear punishment until it actually happens, and Travis knows how to push Stacy's buttons. However, she was wise enough to realize that things weren't going to get better unless she started doing something for herself.

The Present, late 2011

Stacy couldn't comprehend how she's lasted this long. It's not like she hated her child, but the duties, drudgery and mundane routine of being a mother were simply too much for her to deal with now. She had found small ways to keep her name out in public and relevant, as well as very few modeling opportunities, but with little help, this was complicated.

To clarify, it wasn't the money. No, no no. It was the lack of everything else that she missed. It was her and Travis. All the time. Together. The last boyfriend she had left about a year ago now. Well, that was until Clooney came into play, but that's later on. It went from missing attention, to missing her life as a whole. Even when she called her old friends up, "What about Travis?" was the first thing they'd say. "How's the little one? He must be getting big!" She'd have to come home earlier, to a normally cranky child, and honestly, she was at a point where it felt that it just wasn't worth it. It also crossed her mind that one day, sooner than people tend to think, since children grow so fast, that Travis would be grown and wouldn't need her anymore. If she didn't try to resuscitate her career..and her soul..where would that leave her in the not-so-distant future?

She caught herself more often than not using a shrill tone with saying countlessly, "Travis, no." or screaming "Listen to mommy!" to try and keep him in line. Even threats or the dreaded hand pop were losing its intimidation factor. She had figured it was because of the move into George Clooney's luxurious home, as well as the child now having to listen to another adult who was probably more clueless then she was with children.

As for how she met George, it was luck on her part. With Travis being watched by her parents while he was being affected harshly by the weather changes, she found the rare chance to go to those red carpet events she had longed for. Of course, it felt almost automatic to pose and smile, and she didn't know when she'd be able to get out again, so she shook as many hands as she could and made the most of the moment. She found herself along A-Listers again, Clooney getting the most attention. It'd be for his lack of desire to do too much of anything, as well as his easygoing personality.

However, tension in the Keibler-Clooney household hit a very uncomfortable high when George was forced to give Travis attention. It was clear that he wanted Stacy and Stacy alone. Not Stacy and her third-grade child. He didn't hate the boy, but the mere fact the she had a child was really putting an obstacle in their relationship. A young obstacle that was now old enough to comprehend, and observe. The private schooling, not having the usual fast-paced sex life most movie stars have, all of it. Worse, he was having to become a family man, and forced to share Stacy. Now with her missing his events because of not having anymore reliable resources (You really think they'd take a kid with them anywhere?) a huffed "Send him with his damn father then!" was blurted.

Yes, Travis heard it, and yes, Stacy had considered working some sort of agreement, but was now the right time, while Randy was at a peak in his career? Travis and Randy were resembling each other, and his behavior...yes. This was the right thing to do, if only for a while. Travis needed to at least know who his father was, and more important, Randy needed to learn that they had a son. One who had been created out of love and was a symbol of good memories.

She shook her head. Who was she kidding? She wasn't one prone to the use of profanity, but there was no avoiding this. This was...fucked. It could make all involved heavily followed by paparazzi, and a part of her did want Travis still protected. She wasn't a monster, after all. She just had the ability to admit to herself what many women could not: That unless they did something for themselves, they could not be good for others. In this case, 'others' are her own child. But would it have been better to keep things going as they were in a downspiral, unhealthy for herself and George, and even possibly unhealthier for Travis?

George had paid for the lawyers, and they had ways to get Randy to take this child, as harsh as that may sound. She didn't know how this would end, but she did know it had to start. She had gotten in contact with Bob Orton, Randy's father, who was already dealing with child problems of his own, and only ended up with his number. She'd be making the call, and setting this up. If she had to bully, convince, possibly buy him off...something, anything. But this wasn't going to work anymore. That much was obvious to her. Parenthood was not something she was ready for, and maybe Randy was more cut out for this. She'd done the hardest parts of this so far. It was her body that this child used to develop. It was Stacy who'd labored, and fought for her body back. It was Stacy who was there in Travis' formative years.

"I need this. I deserve this." Stacy was telling herself at this point. She loved Travis, but right now? She couldn't do it. It wouldn't be healthy for them as family, and in her mind, for her career any longer, or for her relationship.