Estranged: Chapter 1
A/N: I own nothing accept my original characters. This is my first fic. I hope you enjoy it!
Waking up in the mornings is something I usually dread. My days are usually boring and long. On a regular day, I wake up, make breakfast for one, shower, and do whatever needs to be done around the house. Today, however, my husband will be home for a break from work, so getting up for the day is a breeze. I've been married for 2 years to the most amazing man a girl like me could find. Instead of my usual boring routine, I have to get to work on a surprise for my husband. I am going to cook his favorite meal in hopes that he'll be up for a little bedtime one on one. I get out of bed and make a bee-line for the shower. As soon as I stepped out of the shower and back into my bedroom, my cell buzzed with a text from my husband.
Good morning, Liz. Can't wait to see my angel tonight. R
I can't help but smile at his words. As I dressed for the day, I got another text. This time from my dad.
Hey Andie. Come over for dinner tonight?
I shot back a message.
Already have plans.
Minutes later, I get a phone call from my mom, Donna.
"Andrea-Elizabeth! What is so important that you and your husband can't come over for dinner?"
"Well, considering I haven't seen my husband in weeks, I thought maybe he and I could have some time alone."
"You'll have plenty of time for that later. It's not like he's sex deprived. You know he's sleeping around with every woman in that company."
"It's too early in the morning for me to listen to you talk like that about my husband. We aren't coming over, mom. That's that. I'll talk to you later. Bye."
It's no secret that my parents don't like my husband. He's a kind man, but when he's working, he's feared my nearly everyone in the locker rooms. My husband is professional wrestler Randy Orton. My mom didn't really understand why I would fall for someone like Randy. She always says he is trouble because of his profession. That's pretty hypocritical if you ask me. My dad, who is her husband, is a wrestler, too. Mark Calaway, better known as The Undertaker, wasn't too happy about me dating Randy at first, either. Neither of my parents acknowledged him when I introduced him as my boyfriend. Imagine their upset when I told them I was going to marry him. They had nothing to say about that, either. Well, they did ask that I keep my maiden name. My mom told me, "Keep it so that when things don't work out, you can just drop his last name." Since I've been married to Randy, my name is Andrea-Elizabeth Michele Calaway-Orton. It's a mouthful, so most people call me Andie, except Randy. He has always called me Liz. It has always made me feel a bit special.
After I got dressed for the day, I left for the grocery store. I picked up potatoes, garden salad, Caesar dressing, sparkling cider, and a couple of steaks. I also got cream cheese, sugar, milk, butter, and graham crackers for a homemade cheesecake. I made another stop at Victoria's Secret for a second dessert.
When I got back home, I prepared the dinner and waited for my husband's arrival. I finished dinner and dressed for the evening. I slipped on the sheer fabric I got from Victoria's Secret earlier but put on a black body con dress with my red Jessica Simpson platform heels. As I was putting the finishing touches on my look, I got a text from Randy.
I'll be home in 5. R
I couldn't wait to be back in my loving husband's arms. As I walked back to the kitchen to set the table, there was a knock at the door. I got excited because I knew by handsome, tanned husband was on the other side of the door. I opened it to see two police officers.
"I'm Officer Bryan and this is Officer Jacobs. Are you Amber Calaway's sister, Andrea Calaway," the first officer asked.
"Calaway-Orton," I corrected him. "Yes, I am her sister; her twin, actually. Is there a problem?"
Officer Jacobs answered, "Yes ma'am. She's been arrested for underage drinking. She listed you as next of kin. We need you to come down to the precinct and answer a couple of questions for us."
Amber and I have never really gotten along. She and I are twins born only a few minutes apart. We haven't talked since the day I married Randy on my eighteenth birthday. She felt like I stole the spotlight on her birthday and the rest of the birthdays that would follow.
"Is it really necessary? I have plans. Can't you just hold her overnight," I asked.
"Yes, ma'am, but she's intoxicated and won't answer any questions," Officer Bryan answered.
"Well, wait until she sobers up to interrogate her. I'm busy and I don't need to be bothered. Good night officers," I said closing the door.
Minutes later, there was another knock at the door. Irritated I opened it and said, "I told you I'm busy!"
This time it wasn't the officers. It was Randy.
"Fine I'll come back in another five weeks," he said with a chuckle.
I launched myself into his arms and held onto him for dear life. "I'm sorry, honey. I thought you were the officers who just left,"
"Yea, I saw them leaving. Is everything okay," he asked me.
"No. Amber got arrested for underage drinking and they needed someone to go down to the precinct to answer questions for her."
"Well, why didn't you go?"
"I have better things to do."
He smirked and said, "Oh, really? Like what?"
I leaned up and kissed him with all I had until we were both breathless.
"I made you dinner," I told him.
"Thanks, babe. You look amazing," He said.
"Thank you. I just thought you deserved a little something for working as hard as you do," I replied.
"Hmmm. I guess I'll work harder now if this is what I get to come home to." He chuckled.
We sat down for dinner and enjoyed the meal. We talked about his work happenings and what I did while he was away. I've missed being able to sit with my husband and talk to him face to face. After the meal, I cut us a slice each of cheese cake. He devoured it before asking, "Where did you buy this? It's amazing?"
"I made it myself, silly." I explained.
"Really? This is the best cheesecake I've had in my life!"
"Thank you, honey. That means a lot. Are you ready for dessert?"
"Dessert? We just had cheesecake. What are you talking about?"
I got up and slowly walked upstairs to out bedroom. Half-way up the stairs up the stairs, I noticed he wasn't following me so I yelled, "Are you coming or not? "
Within seconds he was right behind me.
An hour and a half later, we both laid in bed, breathless after the most amazing sex we'd had since our wedding night. As I rested my head on his chest, I looked up at him and stared, thinking for a moment before he asked, "What's wrong, Liz?"
"Nothing. Just thinking."
"Thinking about what?"
"My mom and dad."
He sighed before asking, "What about them?"
"They wanted us to come to dinner tonight, but I told them we already had plans."
"What did they say?"
"My mom was angry and said we could have some time together later and that – nevermind."
"What?"
"It's nothing," I said planting a kiss on his chest.
"What is it Liz? What did she say?"
I really didn't want to tell him. I sighed, "She said that you probably aren't sex deprived because you could be sleeping with other women while you work."
He sat up and pulled me onto his lap and said, "I could never do something like that. I love you and there is no way I would ever cheat on you. You're the best thing that has happened to me and I would trade you for the world."
The reassurance was nice but the thought of him cheating was always in the back of my mind.
"I love you too, Randy. It just bothers me to hear her say stuff like that. It makes me think twice when I shouldn't think about that at all."
He kissed me softly before getting out of bed and pulling on sweat pants.
"Where are you going?" I asked him?
"Downstairs to clean up dinner. We left in a hurry to get to dessert, remember."
I smiled and nodded before getting up and putting on a tank top and shorts. As I got back to bed, I got a phone call from a number I didn't recognize.
"Hello," I answered.
"You bitch! You couldn't come to the precinct to bail me out? Some sister you are," Amber shouted from the other end.
"Amber? Where are you?"
"I'm at home! You know? The place where mom and dad live?"
"How did you get my number?"
"Mom gave it to me. She told me how you blew off dinner with your family for that pathetic husband of yours. You say you're so family oriented but you can't make time for the people who gave birth to you and the sister you were born with!"
"Well, I'm glad you're safe and at home. I'll talk to you whenever. Bye."
Just as I hung up, Randy walked into the room.
"Who was that," he asked.
"Amber." I sighed.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"No, let's just go to bed."
He smiled and nodded, "Okay."
As we got settled into bed, my cell rang. I looked to the nightstand and the brightly lit screen displayed MOM. I hesitated to answer, but Randy said it could be an emergency. So I picked up.
"Hello, mother"
"Did you enjoy your alone time with that man, Andrea-Elizabeth?" she asked. I could tell by her voice that she was rolling her eyes.
"Yes, mother. What do you want?"
"I want you to come home for dinner tomorrow. And bring your husband, if you must."
Randy heard what she said and nodded affirmatively.
"We'll be there, mom. What time?"
"Be here at 4. Andrea-Elizabeth, please be on time."
"Yes, mother. Good night."
I hung up and looked over at Randy. He was just staring at me.
"What," I asked him.
"Nothing. I just missed you." He said sincerely.
"I missed you too, babe, but we've got to get some sleep," I told him.
"Should I call a camera crew," he asked.
"For what?"
"We're going to your parents' tomorrow for dinner, right?"
"Yea, but what does that have to do with a camera crew?"
"There's always some kind of drama. For once, I'd like to get it on camera. Maybe turn it into a reality show."
"Whatever. Go to sleep."
He kissed be breathless with passion. I laid my head on his chest and listened to the lullaby of his heartbeat as he drifted off to sleep. He was right, though. Drama does always ensue at my parents' house. Tomorrow's dinner was one I was not looking forward to.
A/N: Well, there's the first chapter! I hope you liked it. Review and let me know what you want to happen next. This is your story, I just write it out. Oh, and updates will be made according to reviews. You want more? All you have to do is review. Good or bad, reviews would be helpful! Thanks for reading! :)