DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction. I do not own any talent from WWE or anything like that. No copyright infringement intended. I hope that you all will read and review it as I've had fun working on it. And feedback is always good. There may be some racier content in later chapters so if you aren't old enough to be reading this, you can stop right here.

Chapter 1

Randy Orton sighed as he unlocked the door to the home he shared with his wife Samantha. It felt nice to be home. He was happy that he would get to see his daughter Alanna for a few days before he had to go back on tour with RAW. He would also have a chance to tell Samantha what it was that he felt she needed to know and he wanted her to hear it from him.

"Samantha, I'm home!" he called as he set his suitcases down in the hall.

It was then that he heard the unmistakable pitter patter of little feet as Alanna came running down the hall to greet him.

"Daddy!" she cried.

"Hiya pumpkin. Where's Mommy?"

"She's taking a bath." Alanna replied.

"Oh okay. What are you up to?"

"Watching Tangled. Wanna come sit down and watch it with me?"

"Ok, sure thing. That's the one about Rapunzel, right?"

"Yup." Alanna said.

Randy headed for the living room. He sunk down into his favorite old leather arm chair and sighed again as he felt himself relax. He heard the refrigerator door open and close in the kitchen and he had to smile when he saw his daughter walking towards him with two juice boxes in her hands.

"Here Daddy, have some fruit punch." she said handing one to him.

"Thank you, sweetie."

Alanna climbed up into Randy's lap. They sat quietly watching the movie together.

"Daddy, I'm glad you came home. I really missed you." she said.

"I missed you too, Alanna-banana." he said using his special nickname for her.

"Did you miss me too?"

Randy looked up to see Sam standing in the doorway wearing her fuzzy pink bathrobe and slippers with a towel wrapped around her hair.

"I sure did."

"Alanna, honey, you need to finish your drink and then go brush your teeth. It's past your bedtime already." Sam turned her attention to Alanna.

"I wanna finish the movie with Daddy!" she cried.

"Daddy will still be here tomorrow honey. You guys can do that then."

"Come on pumpkin, I'll tuck you in." Randy said to her.

"I'll be right down." Randy told Sam as he picked Alanna up piggyback style and carried her upstairs.

Samantha smiled as she heard her daughter giggling.

When Alanna was finally all tucked in...teeth brushed, story read, and room checked for monsters under the bed and in the closet, Randy headed back downstairs. Things were about to get real and he knew he had to take care of this now, before he lost his nerve. He only prayed that Sam would understand and not freak out on him the way John's wife had when he had told her.

He took a deep breath and walked back down to the living room, stopping to get a cold beer from the refrigerator.

"She's out like a light." He told Sam.

"Good."

"Samantha, there's something I need to tell you. It might be hard for you to hear it, but you need to know, and it has to come from Me."

"Go ahead." Sam said, she had a sinking suspicion she already knew what this was all about, she wasn't an idiot. She had seen all the signs.

Randy took a long sip of beer. Wondering how to begin.

"Sam, honey, you know I love you and Alanna very much; you both mean the world to me." he said to her.

She sat there, listening...the anticipation of what she knew he was going to tell her making her crazy.

"Just spit it out, Randall." she said to him.

"All right then...I'm in love with someone else."

"Who is it, and don't beat around the bush, Randy. You know you can tell me anything."

"It's...It's John." he stammered, trying to choke back a sob.

"Finally. I was wondering when you were going to tell me about that." she said

"Wait a second, you knew?" he asked.

"Randy, you've always been honest with me about your bisexuality. And I've always told you that it was prefectly fine with me as long as you didn't hide anything or sneak around behind my back."

"And you're ok with this?"

"Sweetheart, all I want is for you to be happy. That's all I've ever wanted. And when I see you and John together, the way you look at each other, I know that he makes you happy. So you have my blessings. I wish you two nothing but the best."

"Thank you, Samantha. You don't know how much this means to me. I thought you were going to be furious. Elizabeth was when John told her. She threw him out! He's staying with his Dad and brothers back in Massachusetts until he can make arrangements to re-locate here to St. Louis. You and Alanna can have the house. I'll find an apartment for Me and John, and we can work out a schedule for visits and what not."

"Randall Keith Orton, if you think I'm letting you move out of here, you're crazy! John can move in here. He can have the spare bedroom. All I am asking is for the time being we keep a lid on this in front of Alanna, until I find a way to explain all of this to her."

"I'll phone John in the morning and tell him he's got a place here and he can join us when he is ready." Randy replied.

"Now then, if that's settled, I'm going to bed. I have to have Alanna up early for school." Sam said.

"Good night honey." she said and kissed Randy's cheek.

"I'll be up in a minute." he told her.

As he watched Sam walk up the stairs, Randy couldn't believe how well everything had gone and as he turned out the lights and followed her to bed, his heart was full of hope for the future.