Hey guys new chapter today:-) Hope you enjoy a small itsy bitsy A/N at the bottom that may help you visualize the story better. On with the story.

Chapter 2: Cravings

Arianna:

January 6th, 2012

5:21 P.M

"ROMAN!" Arianna yelled for what seemed like the thousandth time that day. It was his entire fault though, he said to call him for anything she needed and at the moment she needed a Warm Brownie Sunday from Burger King.

"Yes, your highness." Roman said doing a theatrical bow In front of her.

"I just have to tell you something," Arianna said smiling.

"Okay, go ahead."

"I was watching TV right, and I saw this thing that guaranteed to save a life, that thing is just a measly Warm Brownie Sunday from Burger King. And specifically, it would save my life. SO would you like please drive down to Burger King and get me one? I would forever be grateful."

"So let me get this straight you said that whole speech demanding that I go all the way to Burger King which is by the way 30 minutes away, just to get you one Warm Brownie Sunday."

Arianna pretended to think about it for a second, "Yeah, pretty much."

"Fine, just because I'm afraid of my crazy ass brother's fists. " Roman said pouting before grabbing his car keys and turning away from her to go to the door. Arianna smiled as he walked out. She was hoping he would get back quick.

Roman

January 6th, 2012

5:35 P.M

She was beautiful. There was no denying it.

There was something about her that drew people in. She was beautiful, playful, had a great sense of humor and could find the good in every situation she was put in. He could see as much with what she was going through with her pregnancy. He could tell she was freaked out and had no idea what to do, but she kept a smile on her face that was genuine and she made her pregnancy seem as if it was god's gift to humanity. Anyone else in her place wouldn't have even told Randy, or would have considered adoption, or even abortion; but not her. She was basically perfect. In the short time he had been around her he couldn't find a flaw except she was kind of clumsy. That was all, nothing more. What killed Roman the most was that she was perfect, perfect for Randy. They complimented each other like it was heaven made. Randy had anger issues; she was the calm that kept him grounded. Randy was cocky and arrogant, she was the person that reminded him who he really was. Arianna was clumsy; he would never let her fall. Roman was falling for Arianna, and falling hard.

Randall Keith Orton

January 5th, 2012

McMahon U.S. Army Base

Rhineland-Palatinate, Germany

Randy,

Before I say anything else, WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THE NEXT?! You'll be lucky if I even let you touch me when you get back. I'm excited about the baby but, morning sickness is not fun. I throw up for at least 3 hours every morning and when I'm not busy throwing up, I'm busy either being nauseous or craving stuff. By the way I think I've gained like 5 pounds since your brother's been here. I've made him go to Burger King like 50 times in the past 2 weeks. I really need to start eating healthier in order to not have to lose so much weight when I finally give birth but it's so hard. When you get a craving you get a craving and I won't let it go until I eat it. But its technically it's his fault. He told me that if I needed or wanted anything just to ask. That was his error he should of never said WANTED but since he did, you know I got to take advantage of it. But he's a good sport, he hasn't complained, and I know he wants to choke me. I am sure I probably passed the line when I woke him up at 2 am to go to Wal-Mart to buy Klondike bars. But then again, I think he's just scared you're going to do something to him if he doesn't comply with all of my demands, I just really want to know what you told him. I invited him to stay over at my apartment for a while. He is hilarious. That's one of the reasons, I asked him to stay for a while at my apartment. It's kind of nice to have a roommate again since Maryse can't be with me all hours of the day. I can't wait for you to get home so we can finally have a home of our own, I'm just saying right now that I want us to live here in my apartment cause let's face it. My apartment is awesome.

Anyways, back to what I was saying is that a plus of him being here is he is super helpful. He's been doing almost all of the house work since the smell of the chemicals I use to clean my house make me extra nauseous. Don't ask why, because I honestly don't get it. I mean I've been using the same chemicals forever not once have those chemicals made me nauseous. And honestly I don't understand why my body likes all of this junk food. I watched some videos on YouTube about pregnant girls and they're all healthy and in shape and stuff at three months so tell me why I am the one that had to like junk food? I mean I always thought I was going to be the type of pregnant woman that liked to eat like fruit and stuff, yes I was wrong. I am ashamed to say that I was wrong. Enclosed with the letter is a picture of me 3 months pregnant as of today, my next appointment with my doctor, Dr. Stratus, is in a few days. I'll tell you what happened in probably the next letter I send you. Everyone who couldn't already tell now knows that I am in fact pregnant. I haven't gone maternity shopping because I'm kind of really hoping that I won't gain a lot of weight because I love my clothes I truly do. I'm probably going to basically wear dresses and loose stuff like that. But I have heard that maternity jeans are like really comfortable to yeah I'll probably get a few of those. Your brother told me that if I beat him at a game of LIFE he would wear a pair of maternity jeans and take a selfie with me. I am totally looking forward to that. I think it will be hilarious to see him like that. I'll send you a picture if that does happen because I mean who wouldn't want to see that. I can't even describe him. He's just amazing. He's really fun, and he tries to keep my mind off of problems. I love that about him. Plus it's just really nice to have someone to talk to when I get home from work. Especially since I come home from work really stressed. Being a graphic designer isn't as easy as it seems you know. I get paid to draw up sketches and make them come true on the computer with different programs. What I truly hate the most is when I work really hard on something and the client doesn't like it. I really feel like slapping some people when that happens it's like the worse experience for me since I mean come on. That's my baby. I worked hard on that probably losing eye vision to create it and you don't like it? What?! It just pisses me off. But Roman really helps me take my mind off of things. Just like writing letters to you does but I can't exactly write you one each day and send it so I have to work with what I have.

Baby gets bigger every day, I really want a girl. I always see some totally adorable girl stuff when I go shopping. I just really can't wait to meet her. I really want you to be here when she is born. I will understand but I know I'm going to be like totally pissed that you weren't there. Who else am I going to threaten to never let touch me again? I mean I have to have the person that put me in that situation to do that right? In your last letter you asked me if I was kidding. Believe me if it was up to me, I wouldn't have chosen this. But I do believe in fate and destiny and if this happened it was for a reason. I like to think it was for a good one. As I said before I am about three months exactly as far as the doctor could guess. The baby is fine, she/he is perfect actually I didn't tell you sooner because I found out I think the 15 of December. I was so in shock. I knew I couldn't call you, so I though a bunch of times to try to figure out how to tell you. I knew it couldn't be some huge grand gesture since obviously you aren't here. So try to get your hands on the computer when I tell you I was online and saw the cutest idea on how to find out the sex of the baby. I am so excited to find out but I don't want to find out by myself and then wait to tell you through the letter so just try to get a computer. It will be so cute. By the way I've been thinking back to when we were together and I think I got the golden answer. One of the condoms might have broken. I'm not sure but we weren't exactly paying attention to them. But yeah, either they broke, or you deliberately poked holes in to all of them. I don't think you wanted to be a father this soon, so I'm going with option number 1. There's your lesson kids. Always check your protection. I feel like I should be on some kind of PSA. I'm going to go baby, your brother is taking me to the movies hopefully I don't puke on anyone. I love you and I'm fine. Also I know you can't choose how much time you have to stay I just really want you to try. All joking aside I can't do this without you. It's hard enough as it is, but without you here is feels wrong I wish you could be here right now. I miss you so much.

Love,

Arianna

Randy didn't know how to feel. This letter was the only thing that had kept him sane and he knew he had to write her back. But how could he write her back like this. He had been putting it off for days. But he had to face it. Questions were running through his mind almost mocking him. A thought that was once at the back of his head came up front and was causing a lot of memories and bad thought to come forth.

Why did Arianna talk so much about her brother? She barely mentioned her friend this time. She usually always told him how her friends were doing but why not now? Why did she ask Roman to stay with her? Did she need someone with her that badly? Times like these made him feel so selfish by joining the army. Why did he even join? Why couldn't he just go to a regular college and get a normal job and meet here like that? Why did it have to be by these circumstances?

"Stop it Randy." He finally told himself. He was being selfish. There was nothing going on with her and his brother. They were friends and Roman was doing what he basically threatened him to do. It was a plutonic relationship. Randy wanted to punch himself in the face. How could he so easily distrust the girl that he loved and his brother? He was helping her, that's what he wanted. Randy finally felt better and sat up on his cot. He picked up the music box in his duffel and grabbed the paper and the pen. He had to write her back he missed her like crazy. Her letter would have probably been on its way if he hadn't gotten so jealous. He looked at her picture again smiling at the picture of her lifting up her shirt, showing off the barely noticeable baby bump on her torso. Randy smiles because it was his child and that was the woman he was going to marry. There was nothing going on between Arianna and Roman.

At least he hoped.

A/N Hey guys sorry for the late update I mean it's still Wednesday so that should be counted as on time right? I rewrote this chapter like 3 times and I still don't like it but I promised an update every other day and I will keep my word. So the thing that I wanted ya'll to know was that pictures of Arianna are on my profile. I finally decided on the beautiful Ms. Irina Shayk. I thought she was perfect after a long exhausting search. Oh and tell me in the review what the baby shall be boy or girl? Name ideas? See you on Friday my peeps.

~Rose aka Avril