Summary: Frankie is the 4 year old daughter of the Legend Killer, Randy Orton. What happens when she makes her father realise something that's right in front of his eyes? SLASH!
A/N: This is my first ever slash fic so any pointers would be greatly welcomed. And, I own nothing in this fiction apart from Francesca (Frankie) Orton. And this is like, my second wrestling fiction, so I'm probably rubbish at this!
Chapter 1: Francesca Marie.
September 2000 – Randy's P.O.V.
How could I have been so stupid? I'm only twenty years old for Christ's sake. I'm not ready for a kid. God, I still act like a kid half the time, how can I look after one. Answer – I can't!
"Mr. Orton?" That was Lindsay's doctor, probably coming to tell me about her kid. "Congratulations, you're the father of a healthy baby girl. Would you like to come and see your daughter?" Well, I might as well.
Lindsay was holding the little girl when I entered her hospital room. I did my best not to get attached, but it was so hard not to. She had big blue eyes and blonde hair, like Lindsay's. "Do you have a name for the little lady?"
"Francesca Marie," Lindsay said before I could interrupt or even think of a name I wanted to call her. As soon as the doctor left the room, Lindsay looked up to me. "You do know that the baby's all yours." What the hell?
"Don't you want to be part of your daughter's life?" There must have been something wrong with her. What kind of mother wouldn't want to be part of her child's life?
"No." Whoa, she was one weird chick. She always use to tell me that having a baby would be the best thing ever. "Shouldn't you be going now?"
What a selfish, stuck-up, self-obsessed bitch. Well, since this little girl's mine, at least I'll treat her better than her mother would have.
June 2005 – No P.O.V
"Uncle John!" Frankie said after opening the door to see him standing there. John picked her up as he entered Randy's hotel room. "Daddy! Uncle John's here!" After hearing his daughter shouting, Randy came out the bathroom and started laughing. Frankie was trying to put the sleeper hold on John. Since her father was a wrestler, Frankie was brought up watching wrestling.
"Kiddo, time to get your clothes on." Randy instructed. He heard his little girl saying 'party pooper' as she went past him. "Hey dude, what brings you here? Apart from the company."
"Well, guess whose Raw's first draft pick?" June signalled the start of the draft lottery between Raw and Smackdown. People on Raw were going to be chosen at random to join Smackdown and vice versa.
"Seriously?" John nodded in response. "Well done man, we're gonna be on the show. This is gonna be awesome."
"I know. I'll get to see the little diva in training a lot more." John said, referring to Frankie.
"What have I always said? She's not gonna be in the WWE business when she's older."
"Hey, you never know. It's Frankie's future, her choices, not yours." As John said that, Frankie came out the bathroom wearing one of John's 'Chain Gang Soldier' basketball shirts, which had been made especially for her and a pair of black sweatpants.
"Kiddo, Uncle John has something to tell you." Randy said to his daughter as he lifted her up.
"You know about that lottery that's happening, dontcha kiddo?"
"Uh-huh." Frankie nodded as she answered.
"Well, Uncle John's been chosen to go to Raw."
"But... dat's daddy's show." Frankie said, looking up at her daddy.
"Yeah, daddy and Uncle John are going to be on the same show." Randy told his little girl, who now understood what was happening. "Anyway, we better get going to the arena. You want a lift?"
"Sure, I'll just get my stuff." John left the hotel room, followed by Randy and Frankie.
Once they got into the car, Frankie put on her favourite CD. (A/N: Bet you can't guess what that is:P) Her Uncle John's album. Randy tried to argue against it, since it contained swearing, but it was two against one.
"What can I say, Frankie's got good taste." John said as the CD started playing.
"You do know that it was you who got her into this." Randy told him.
"Me? If it was you who told her what to listen to, it would be some crap like Britney Spears or NSync or something." John told him as the car stopped. "Here already? That was fast."
"Yeah, I know. We better get in." Randy got out the car and went to get Frankie out whilst John got his and Randy's bags out of the trunk. Once the car was locked, they headed into the arena.
Walking to the locker room, people were looking at John. You could tell what they wanted to say by the looks on their faces. It was suppose to be a surprise that he was the first draft pick, maybe they would just think he was here with Randy.
"I better get to Bischoff's office. He said he wanted to see me before the show starts." John explained as they got to Randy's room.
"Ok dude. I'll see you later." Randy said. Frankie waved goodbye to her Uncle John before going into her father's room.
"Daddy," Frankie said as she sat down on the sofa. "Can I ask yew somefing?"
"Ok kiddo, what?" Randy asked, looking over at his daughter.
"Is Uncle John my mommy?" Frankie asked. She had asked this before, since she never knew her mommy and John was the closest thing to one she had in her life.
"Kiki, I've told you before, John isn't your mom."
"How comes yew an' him are wheely close?"
"Because we're friends," he told his daughter. This question had come up before and Randy was never sure on how to answer it.
"Fwends like Seth an' Summer?" Of course, Frankie would say something like this. Apart from any WWE show, The OC was her favourite TV show.
"No. Seth and Summer are a couple, which means they're boyfriend and girlfriend. Uncle John and I are best friends, like Ryan and Seth."
"Oh. Are yew sure daddy?"
"Yes I'm sure," Randy told his little girl whilst looking at his watch. "Raw's starting Kiki." He knew that would keep her quiet, as he put it on the TV. But one thing was bugging him now. Did he actually like John more than a friend?