"Baby," Randy whined as he crossed his arms across his chest and leaned against the wall. Roman didn't budge. He only raised an eyebrow in response to the older man.

"Ro you've been reading for hours. Put the book down," Roman remained quiet. Groaning, Randy walked over to the long haired man and slowly sat down across his lap resting one knee on either side.

"Ran?" Randy hummed. "What are you doing?" Randy rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around Roman's neck.

"Seriously, Roman? I'm sitting on your lap and you're still reading that book. What the hell is it even about?" Roman stayed quiet for a few more seconds before he picked up the pen off of the coffee table and used it as a place marker.

"Better?" Roman exhaled, resting his hands on Randy's hips. Randy nodded, smiling lightly.

"How did your meeting go?" The Samoan shrugged.

"We just talked about the same stuff we always do," Randy stared at the man, curling his eyebrows in confusion.

"Did I do something?" Roman's eyes were dark behind the transparent frames of his glasses.

"Why would you ask that?" The older man shrugged and looked down.

"You've been ignoring me all day, you're barely touching me anymore and you haven't said you loved me in days…" Roman attempted to stifle a yawn but failed miserably.

"I've just been tired, that's all," He wiped away a tear that slipped from his eye before returning his hand to Randy's hips.

"Too tired for me, but not too tired to read for 5 hours," Randy grumbled as he looked down.

"Why are you upset with me reading?" Roman curled his eyebrows.

"Don't fucking worry about it, Roman," Randy sighed as he climbed off of Roman's lap. Said man reached out and grabbed the older man's wrist before he could walk away.

"Randy," He snatched his hand away and waved Roman off, making his way back to the bedroom.

"You better go. It sounds like Cody really needs you," Randy chuckled as he wiped the white towel over his wet hair.

"Goodnight, Randy," John laughed from the other line before hanging up. Randy walked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, tossing the towel onto the floor.

"Socks or no socks?" He whispered to himself as he sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Socks, please," Roman groaned, walking over to the other side of the bed. Randy scowled at him for a few seconds before turning around and pulling on his socks. "It was a joke, Randy."

"Am I laughing?" Both men fell silent for a while. Roman slid off his glasses and placed them on his bedside table before climbing under the sheets.

"Are we gonna talk?" Randy sighed and plugged up his cell phone before lying down under the covers beside Roman. Randy relaxed, his back to Roman. "Randy."

"Let's just go to sleep," The older man pulled the blankets up around his chest as he attempted to go to sleep, but he felt Roman's eyes on him. "Why are you looking at me?"

"You're not going to sleep mad," Roman grunted as he moved closer to Randy. He wrapped his arm around his slim waist and pressed a kiss to his back.

"Yes I am because I'm not letting you fuck me as an apology," Roman kissed his back again.

"I'm sorry, baby," Randy stayed quiet. "I've been ignoring you and I'm sorry."

"Rome I'm tired, can we just go to sleep?" Randy felt Roman's sigh hit his back, sending chills down his arms. Roman kissed his shoulder before lying back on his own pillow and drifting off to sleep.

The next morning Randy stood in the kitchen, a cup of warm coffee in his hands. He stared out at his and Roman's backyard through the sliding glass doors. The rain poured from the sky, splashing down into already made puddles. It was about noon now, but you wouldn't be able to tell just by looking outside.

Randy adverted his gaze from the door when he heard Roman's heavy footsteps walk into the kitchen. He looked down at the coffee in his cup and sighed inwardly. Roman walked over to the counter and poured himself a cup of coffee in his dark gray mug. Slowly, he sipped the hot liquid, slurping a bit when it touches his lips. Roman slowly walked over to the table and sat down beside Randy. They both stayed quiet.

"Good morning," Roman whispered in a raspy voice. His slightly swollen lips were barely parted. Randy nodded at him. Thunder boomed through the quiet room, making Randy jump up out of his chair and lunge for Roman. Roman stood and Randy was suddenly wrapped up in his arms breathing heavily.

"Please…" Randy whispered against Roman's chest. Roman only nodded, running his hand gently down Randy's back. When it rained like this, Roman knew exactly how Randy got; agitated, needy, and scared. He never knew why, but he never really asked.

"It's over," Roman waited a few more seconds before continuing, just to be sure. "Finish your coffee. You didn't get much sleep last night. You'll need it."

"How'd you know?" The younger man slowly ran his thumb across Randy's cheek.

"One, you went to sleep angry. And two, it was storming last night and I know how much you hate the storms," Randy couldn't help the small smile that appeared on his face. "There it is."

"Huh?" Randy asked. He looked up at Roman, and everything about the man still put him under a spell.

"Your smile. I missed it," Randy blushed and looked down at his feet. Randy breathed out slowly and raggedly, causing a few odd looks from Roman. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine… I-I'm fine," He sighed and sat back down in his chair.

"Maybe you should call in sick today. It'll save you a 45 minute drive in this weather," Roman took the empty mugs and set them in the sink. After a few moments of silence he turned to look at Randy who was shaking his head.

"It's a shame, you know? You only give me attention when I'm sick," Roman scowled at the older man, shaking his head as well.

"That's not true," Randy slowly stood.

"It is. Just last night you didn't give two shits about me because you had your book in your hand. And now since I'm feeling sick, you want to be there for me? It doesn't work like that, Roman," Roman sighed. He didn't feel like fighting right now.

"Then what do you want me to do?" Randy turned around after a few moments, and facing Roman, he allowed tears to roll down his cheeks.

"I want you to be a good father, Roman. Care for this child more than you do for me," Roman looked at him, shocked and speechless.

"Y-You're pregnant?" Randy nodded slowly and wiped his face. Without another word, he walked out of the room. Roman ran his hands through his thick mane and sat down on the floor slowly, watching the rain roll down the window. "Pregnant."

Part 2 Coming Soon!

PS - For all of you that began reading "The Legacy of Orton", I put that on hiatus for the moment because I just felt that it wasn't ready to be published yet.

Thanks and keep reading all of my other works!