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Thriving Ivory – Where We Belong

"We're too far out; we're in too deep,
and we've got miles to go before we can sleep.
I said, we've been walking a thin line.
You've got one hand on the devil, baby, and one hand in mine,
But don't let go no it's not too late you know.
Hold on we're gonna make it if it takes all night.
Hearts racing like a rocket at the speed of light.
Don't fight it we've been running for far too long.
We're going back where we belong.
So hold on we got our wings and we're chasing the wind.
Farewell to all the places that we have been;
And if it takes us all night long.
We're going back where we belong."

November 14, 2012
St. Charles, Missouri
Orton Household
4:42 PM

"Kayley!" Phil screamed at the top of his lungs from the third door on the left, and up the stairs. His voice seemed to be desperate and confused, giving how it broke near the end of my name.

I resisted the urge to giggle loudly as I waddled up the stairs. I was eight months pregnant and we were just getting around to setting up the baby's room, having put it off for as long as we could since we couldn't figure out what color to paint the walls. I peered my head into the room to see Phil sitting criss-crossed in the middle of the floor with pieces of a crib around him and the instructions nearly torn to pieces on his lap. He looked back with pitiful eyes and I had to hold myself back from going to him and pinching his cheeks. So pitiful he looked.

"Help?" He asked, motioning to the pieces around him. "I can't do this!"

"It can't be that hard, Phil." I laughed and walked over to him, leaning down carefully to grab the instructions from his lap. "Oh…"

"See!" He threw his arms up in frustration and collapsed backwards onto the floor, staring at the ceiling. "I'm never having a kid!"

I sucked in my lips so I couldn't laugh but I was no match for the small smile that was gracing my features. I shook my head and looked around at the pieces of the crib, scattered haphazardly around the room. "Okay, so obviously Piece A goes into Piece B and Piece C goes on top of both of them…"

Phil grabbed all three pieces and held them up with a bit of difficulty. "HOW!"

I took Piece A and B and slid them together and set Piece C on top of them. I raised my eyebrows at him and put my hands on my hips, staring down at his amazing expression. He stared at the pieces before snatching the instructions and re-reading them over to find out what he did wrong. I smirked and walked towards the door, feeling accomplished and being able to get one up on Phil.

"And they say that's a man's job!" I scoffed jokingly and walked out of the room, back downstairs where I was comfortably relaxing on the couch.

"You're lucky you're pregnant! I'd GTS you in a heartbeat!" Phil grumbled angrily from upstairs. Not ten seconds later I heard a bang and then a thud, following by a string of curses that would make Stone Cold Steve Austin blush scarlet.

I giggled loudly and sat on the couch, putting my feet up to relax my swollen ankles. I stared down at my stomach, watching my little girl's foot go by. I smiled and set my hand on my tummy, feeling her move against it. She was so close to being here, in the world with Randy and I. In a loving family. I was anxious to meet her, scared that I wouldn't be a good mother and nervous in case I messed up. So many emotions were within me and I knew, somehow, Randy was feeling the same things as I was.

I looked up as Maryse walked into the house, without knocking. I smiled up at her as she flipped her hair back and set tons of bags by the small table in the entrance hall. Maryse was released from the WWE not long after I was. She made it her duty to practically live with Randy and I while Mike was still on the road. She didn't want me to be alone at any point in time since the due date was coming closer. Phil had been hired back into the business so he would come and go, and with Randy still being on the roster, I didn't have many people coming to visit me. However, I still got all those phone calls from nearly half the superstars, both former and current.

"And how is McKenlee doing today?" She asked as she glided gracefully towards the living, setting herself on the couch beside me. Her hands instantly going towards my stomach and feeling around for the little youngin inside me.

"She's more restless than ever. She's kicking a lot more and throwing hissy fits more often."

"I'm telling you, that baby is not making it December 1. She's coming out the 22 of November, I know it. I had a dream that I was standing in the hospital on November 22, 2012." She told me smugly, a perfect smile appeared on her lips as she grinned up at me. "Plus, I want my goddaughter to get here already." She rubbed my stomach and started to speak softly in French, telling McKenlee that she loved her and that she was going to be the happiest child in the world. With Maryse's words, McKenlee kicked Maryse's hand gently, not nearly enough to hurt me.

"I can't wait to meet her. Randy is getting time off soon, starting next Monday, the 19. So if she does come that following Thursday, he'll be here." I chuckled, watching Maryse glow at the sight of a hand pressing up against my stomach.

"Well, wasn't he planning to be here for her birth anyway?"

"Oh yes…but so is most of the roster. Vince doesn't know who to give time off for." I said, holding back another laugh as Maryse tried to chase the hand with soft kisses.

BANG! BOOM! SMASH!

"FUCKING PIECE OF DONKEY DICK!"

"Let me guess, Phil is having trouble with the baby's room?" Maryse asked, raising her eyebrows.

"And you would have guessed right if this was a game show." I chuckled, sliding my butt to the end of the couch to get up. Maryse pushed me back against the couch and walked upstairs. I watched her disappear and then there was a lot of English/French yelling in the baby's room before things got devilishly quiet. A few seconds later, a disheveled Phillip Brooks came limping down the stairs and I had to hold back another laugh at the sight of him.

"She kicked me out of the room…" He mumbled as he collapsed on the couch. "That woman is evil."

"She's not evil." I laughed, patting his shoulder reassuringly. "She just knows what she is doing."

"Well whatever you call it, she's evil."

I smiled and continued to watch my stomach. I could feel Phil's eyes on my stomach too as I sat there thinking. How did I ever get so lucky? After all the heartache and the bad luck I've had in recent years, how did I end up so lucky to have a husband and a healthy child on the way? In some ways, I didn't think I deserved this. Such happiness. Such love.

McKenlee Rae Orton would be coming into a world filled with hatred and she would feel the sadness of a cold shoulder that life would no doubt give her, but she would enter the arms of a loving family and the warm embrace of happiness. If I could tell her one thing, and only one thing, it would be that we are all okay. That everything would be fine and there is nothing to fear but fear itself.

"So what did she buy? All the bags are taking up the entrance hall." Phil nodded over towards the bags Maryse bought in with her.

"Oh I have no idea. You know Maryse; she'll buy anything that catches her eye." I shrugged, flipping through the channels of the television. "So when do you go back on the road?"

"I'm not sure. I've been begging Vince to give me time off for the baby. I want to be there for her." He chuckled and patted my big baby bump.

"Well, McKenlee will love you the same if you can't be there." I smiled at him as he shrugged.

"But you'll need the support too, you can break my hand." He laughed and laid back against the cushions, relaxing his muscles from his "frustrating" task.

"I'll be cursing at Randy and breaking his hand." I rubbed my face and yawned a bit loudly before continuing, "I can only have two people in there when I give birth."

"I know you want Randy in there, of course, he's the father; and I know you need female support, so Maryse will be there. Kayley, I have no problem waiting in the waiting room. I'll see McKenlee when she's all clean. Plus, I have no idea how I will be able to handle watching an 8 pound baby come out of your vagina. I love you Kayley, but I don't want to look at your…stuff…especially if it's all stretched out like that."

I smacked his arm, biting on my lip to keep from laughing. However, the blush that crept up my neck and cheeks were no match for me once again. "Thanks for pointing that out! That's what I'm afraid of! A watermelon has to squeeze through a pinhole!"

He snorted loudly, coughing in the process. "Okay, bad mental image!"

I crossed my arms, looking back at the television. "You started it."

He chuckled and shook his head, patting my tummy. "We can't wait for you to get here McKenlee Rae Orton. We all love you so much." He whispered to my skin. I smiled down at him, hoping one day he would find the happiness I have because of the growing child inside me.

As I looked around my house and the people who kept walking through the front door every so often, I would feel an emotion I was not used to. Completeness. And with that emotion coursing through my veins, I knew I was okay. I was safe and I was where I was supposed to be. Back where I belong.

Sadly, however, something always has to happen in life to ruin the perfect feeling everyone feels at least once. And this story…well;

It was no different.