A/N: Yeah, I know, I said this was never going to happen... but damn, I just couldn't go on without writing Randy and Ella any longer! I'm still not exactly sure where this is going to go, but it is going to be a full story – not to mention my last here on . I love all you guys so much, but it's time to move on with my writing if I ever want to become a successful author.

Anyway, enough with that. Here's the first chapter of What I Like About You 2. Pretty creative title, huh? Haha. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it. Please let me know what you think and also, what you would like to see in the future chapters.

Chapter 1 - Surprise

I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.

I lay in perhaps the most comfortable bed I had ever felt, a permanent smile placed across my lips as I looked around the gorgeous villa, my hands absentmindedly tracing the muscular arm beside me as I lay my head against his chest, waiting for him to wake up.

I couldn't believe that the past twenty four hours had really happened. When I had woken up to the bright morning light, I had expected it to have all been a dream. Not only the day previously, but the past year of my life. Surely it hadn't really happened...

But as my eyes found the familiar tattoos on the arm beside me, my grin grew even wider. It wasn't a dream at all. I was lay beside Randy Orton, the man who I had loved since I had laid eyes on him all those years ago during the first year of college.

Not only that, but he was really mine. I was finally his... and we were married.

The wedding had been perfect, I honestly don't think it could have gone any better. Unlike my engagement to Jesse, we had taken our time planning everything out. We'd made sure that everything was absolutely perfect, and then eight months after he'd asked, we finally tied the knot.

We'd only had a small ceremony in our hometown, nothing fancy like what had been planned last time. We invited only our extremely close friends and family – which included both Pierre and Jesse. I had been surprised when Randy had said he wanted to invite my ex, but after we had worked everything out at his own wedding, it was only right.

"Hmm, that tickles," His voice mumbled in my ear as I continued to draw lines across his arm, and I giggled lightly, snuggling into his side even further as I lifted my head to find his beautiful blue eyes.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you?" I asked, my own eyes closing slightly as he ran his free hand through my hair, brushing strands out of my face.

I pulled a face as I watched him yawn, knowing that he was probably still exhausted from the crazy day we'd had. We'd left the reception late, leaving us barely any time at all before we had to catch our plane to the Caribbean for the honeymoon. By the time we'd arrived at our destination, we had only a few short hours to sleep before the sun came up.

The lack of sleep hadn't bothered me in the slightest, I was pretty sure I was still running on adrenaline from the day before – but Randy, on the other hand, looked like he needed to stay in bed for an entire day – not that that was a problem with me, or anything.

"Yes," He faked a frown, pulling me even closer to him, "I was having this amazing dream about some hot blonde girl that I got married to yesterday, and you just had to interrupt," He rolled his eyes playfully, before his patented smirk appeared.

"Wow, really?" I grinned, playing along as I lifted an eyebrow, "That's crazy; I had a dream like that too. I was marrying some gorgeous guy with tattoos and the most perfect smile ever – any idea who he is?"

"Haha," Randy fake glared, before his smile returned and he leaned forward, placing the sweetest kiss against my lips.

I leaned in to him, smiling as he lay down on his back, letting me take control. I placed soft kisses along his jaw line, down his neck and across his collarbone, grinning wickedly as I heard a groan escape his lips.

"I could get used to this," He spoke up as I stopped and rested my chin against his chest, rolling my eyes at his words and making him chuckle. His eyes found mine again and he stared at me intently in comfortable silence, his hands yet again finding my hair. His fingers expertly ran through it, tugging away the knots gently. "I can't believe this is real."

"Neither can I," My eyes closed from his touch as I shook my head. Truthfully, after the disaster that was my previous wedding, I'd have thought I'd been put off of marriage for my entire lifetime... but the minute Randy had asked me, I knew that this time it was right. Everything bad that had happened in the past had happened for a reason, to get myself and Randy to this point.

"It's crazy that two years ago you were my best friend... and only my best friend," His mouth pulled up sadly, and I snuggled closer, trying to tell him without words that it was okay. It may have taken him years to realise how he felt, but at least he had. "Now I have no idea how I could live without you, Ella."

"I know the feeling," I smiled ever so lightly, "And you won't have to, Randy. No matter what, we'll always be together."

"Through thick and thin?" He asked, taking a hold of the back of my neck and inching my face closer to his. His eyes searched mine, and I couldn't help but smile at how utterly perfect he was, even when he looked exhausted.

"No matter what," I nodded, before I closed the gap and kissed him. I felt his hands lower to my waist and I squealed as he flipped me over, his smirk returning as he rested above me, his elbows holding his weight on either side of my body.

"So, Mrs. Orton..." He stopped, his grin growing even wider as he leaned down and kissed my earlobe, "I like the sound of that," He chuckled, his voice husky as he whispered in my ear. I bit my lip, shivers running down my spine. His voice had always been one of the things that got to me before, and things certainly hadn't changed.

"Me too," I barely managed to get out, not being able to hide my desire as I ran my fingertips along his shoulders and down his back, "You were saying?"

"I was wondering if there was anything you wanted to do today, sightseeing, or something," He spoke, once again placing kisses along my neck. I gasped as he bit down slightly, both hating and loving that even now, he could still make me feel like that.

"I don't know," I smiled lightly as his eyes found mine again. I lifted a hand to trace under his eyes were black circles could be seen, before placing a kiss on each one, "You look tired, Randy. Maybe we should stay in today... we do have a whole week to explore this place," I grinned devilishly.

"Hmm..." Randy smiled at me knowingly as he lowered himself, his body pressed against mine and our lips only inches apart. "That sounds pretty good to me. I'm beat, anyway," He grinned, before he eventually closed the gap, pulling the covers over us as he did so and leaving us in our own little world.

"Can we go back? Please?" I pouted, not caring that I looked like an ungrateful little kid as I stood in front of Randy in his locker room, my arms folded across my chest.

"I'm sorry, babe," He chuckled, standing up from lacing his boots so that he could rest his hands on my shoulders. He looked at me for a few short moments before he sighed and pulled me towards him. I sighed, wrapping my arms around his bare torso. "I wish we could go back, but you know we can't. As great as it was to be away from everything, just us two, it's time to get back to reality."

"That's okay for you to say," I huffed against his chest, my eyes narrowing, "You've got the perfect job." Randy was once again the WWE Champion, and although it didn't seem like it, I had never been so proud of him, or happy for him. He had finally found his place in the wrestling world as a top face, and I couldn't ask for more for him... for me, on the other hand.

I heard a sigh escape Randy's lips and his arms loosen as he pulled away, and I instantly regretted my words. I ran a hand through my hair in frustration, silently cursing myself as I looked over at him, watching as he began to tape up his wrists.

"I'm sorry, Randy, I... that's not what I meant," I sighed, walking closer to him and resting a hand on his forearm.

I felt like such an idiot. I knew how sensitive he was when it came to my job. It was a well known fact that even though I loved being a make-up artist, I wasn't a fan of working with the majority of the Divas... and Randy blamed himself for that, even now, when we were married. Didn't he realise that no matter how much I complained, as long as he was there it didn't even matter? Didn't he realise that the job that I had been offered at Elle would have meant nothing to me if he wasn't by my side?

"I know you didn't, it's just hard to hear that you hate your job when you could have been somewhere so much better," His eyes found mine for barely a second before they looked back to the tape.

"I don't hate my job... I just don't like the people I have to work with," I added, and I cringed, the words sounding much better in my head than they did when they came out. I sighed once again as I reached forward to take the tape, working on his wrists myself as I spoke to him, "What I mean to say Randy is that you shouldn't still be thinking this. You shouldn't be blaming yourself for what happened. If I had taken the job, then I would have been miserable, there's no doubt about it."

"Are you sure about that?" He asked quietly, his eyes watching my hands as I ripped off the tape.

"Yes, because I wouldn't have been with you," I shook my head, standing on my tiptoes to peck his lips. "I love you so much, there's no way that job could beat what I have here with you."

Randy looked on in silence, and I could feel my stomach clench, wanting him to just forget that I'd ever had the job offer and move on. I didn't want to spend the rest of my life having to convince him that I had done the right thing by marrying him.

"Alright," He nodded, the smallest of smiles spreading across his lips as he took my wrists in his own, his eyes finding my engagement and wedding rings and smiling.

He looked up at me quickly and smirked as he ran his fingers across the rings, and I grinned back, doing the same with the thick silver band on his ring finger.

"Do you want me to hold on to that for you while you're out there?" I asked quietly.

"My ring?" He raised an eyebrow, his head shaking back and forth. "No way, Ella. I'm never taking this off. I'll tape it up... I want everyone to know that you're my wife now, and that I'm your husband.

His words sent chills down my spine, but I couldn't help the giggle that escaped my lips. It was so strange hearing him say those words.

"That sounds so weird," I shook my head, smiling at the sound of his chuckle. "Does it feel any different for you? Being married?" I asked as I began to tape up his other wrist for him.

"Not really?" He shrugged lightly, waiting till I'd finished before he took the roll from me and cut away a piece small enough for his ring, "It still feels the same as it always did before when I was with you... except now I can't get over how incredibly sexy you look," He joked, throwing the tape down on top of his bag and pulling me close to him by my waist.

"Uh-huh, it's the same for me... except for the last part. I always thought of you like that," I winked, his smile turning my insides to jelly before he placed a few small, sweet kisses against my lips.

"Okay, my match is in ten, so I'm gonna head to the gorilla and start warming up," He sighed against my lips, his face still so close that our noses were touching, "Will you be watching?"

"You know I will," I nodded, kissing him one last time before I pulled away, "Be careful out there, okay?" It sounded crazy, telling him that when he was the expert, but I couldn't help feeling slightly worried before his matches.

"Always am," He winked my way, before he sauntered from the room and closed the door behind him, leaving me with a smile on my face as I took a seat on the sofa and switched on the television, ready to watch the man that I loved in action.

The match that was taking place between Ted DiBiase and John Morrison ended quickly, and before I knew it the final match of the night was being announced. My smile returned as my eyes stayed locked to the screen, watching Randy's opponents, Sheamus and Wade Barrett making their way down to the ring, followed closely by his tag team partner, John Cena. I could feel the familiar butterflies that always appeared as I watched him in the ring as John's music died down and the entire crowd began to chant Randy's name... but just as his music hit, a knock echoed throughout the room, ruining my concentration.

I frowned as I looked towards the door, wondering who could possibly be on the opposite side. Everyone in the arena would be able to hear that Randy was making his way down to the ring, so it had to have been someone for me, but why?

I took one quick look at the screen, smiling as Randy walked down the ramp slowly, his perfect face set in stone as he stared down the people he'd be facing, before I placed the remote down on the coffee table and made my way over to the door.

"Surprise!" The familiar voice spoke up as I opened it, and my mouth dropped open in shock at who was stood on the opposite side. Never in a million years had I expected to see him here...