Irreconcilable Differences
by barry effin gibb
chapter ten;
Excuse Me

As the afternoon recess bell rang, Carter Orton waited outside of the double doors of the pre-kindergarten wing of Sagewood Elementary, leaning against the brick wall. The sounds of kids playing echoed over his shoulder, and he even heard his friends yell out for him to join them on the basketball court. He ignored them and smiled softly when the door opened and a flood of children came outside.

Once he spotted Alanna, he gave her a hug and walked with her out to the playground. "What do you want to today?" he asked her.

"Miss Tiffany took my Barbies away today," she pouted innocently as they reached the swing set.

Carter mentally praised the Lord, he had played Barbies with his little sister every day this week. "Oh, that's mean. Dad'll come take care of her," he told her. "Do you want to go on the swings? I'll push!"

Alanna nodded her head up and down and got up on the swing, holding on for dear life as he started to push her.

"Dad comes home tonight," Carter reminded her.

Recess had become the time that Alanna and Carter got to spend time with each other once Randy was out of town. Without Randy, they weren't able to spend time together outside of school. But they had learned that school was their playplace now.

Alanna smiled, "I know, I'm so excited. I hope he brings me to see you and Natalie," she confessed. She didn't hate her mother, but there were just things that she did to her that Natalie would never even think of doing. She bit her lip and watched as she swung back and forth. "Your mommy is really, really nice," she told Carter.

Carter grinned, "Yeah," he said. "I think I might keep her," he teased.

"I want to live with you guys," Alanna piped in.

Carter stopped the swing and moved so he was sitting in front of the toddler, "Hey," he said in a low voice. "What did daddy say?" he asked her, "One of these days, Alanna Marie, we're going to be a family. You, me, Mom and Dad, okay?" he frowned.

She was going to speak again but the bell rang. Carter groaned and helped Alanna off of the swing. They both ran towards their class line and when they were in them, they waved – their recess was over.

"Why do you always play with that little girl?" Carter's buddy, James asked.

Carter shrugged, "She's my little sister, man," he said. "Family sticks out for each other, alright?"

"Oh, now would you look who's here," Samantha Orton whispered to herself as she parked her BMW. The brunette turned off the engine and watched as Natalie sat on her telephone, talking rather animatedly with someone.

Probably my husband, Sam thought to herself as she pushed her sunglasses over her eyes. The scorned woman stepped out of the car and walked up to the parking lot.

She glanced at her watch. The parking lot was empty now, but in about three minutes' time, the little kids of Sagewood Elementary would be out and ready for their weekends to start. This was the time, she had to do something.

She walked up to Natalie and gave a small smile, waving.

"Um," Natalie said, her voice a little nervous all of a sudden. "Babe? I've gotta go, okay? I have to um.. um.. order Carter's school pictures," she excused herself – mentally kicking herself in the skull. "Yeah," she paused – realizing that wouldn't cut the conversation with Randy off – especially when they hadn't talked in two days. "Yeah, I know we got them in the mail, but I wanted more for my parents," she continued, holding up a finger to Sam.

"Hang up. The phone. Now." Samantha snapped.

Natalie let the phone go down to her side and she glared at Samantha. "If you're the welcoming committee, man, you need to work on your people skills."

Samantha smirked, "You're right, I should get you on the committee, sleeping with other people's husbands is a way better way to make friends."

"You know, Randy and I have a past," Natalie shrugged.

"I don't give a fuck," Sam told her seriously. "I have a future with him-"

"Correction," Natalie interrupted her. "You have a day-to-day relationship, honey," the blonde smirked gently. "Aw, you actually think Randy's happy with you?" she asked.

"I could ask you the same question," Samantha chuckled. "Randy is a one man show, he doesn't need anybody, his life is on that road, he dates girls in every city the WWE go to," she said. "He comes home and acts like everything's roses, but honestly, if you're going to be with Randy Orton, you constantly have to accept that you're just not enough."

"I mean, look at you now," Samantha said, stepping closer. "While you're busy playing house here with my husband, he's out in another city, another state... who's to say there isn't another woman out there on that road?" she asked quietly.

Natalie frowned as the bell rang, just wanting to reach out and slap the shit out of the woman who was standing in the way of her and Randy being happy.

As the kids flooded out to their parents and their rides home, Sam stood there as if nothing was wrong.

Carter and Alanna ran towards their mothers and Carter stood back as Alanna hugged Natalie around the knees.

"Can I come home with you?" Alanna asked, looking up to Natalie with an innocent smile. "Carter said you guys got Cars 2! I wanna watch! Then we can go get Daddy together!"

Sam's face went from surprised to disgusted. She reached down and grabbed Alanna roughly by the arms, hoisting her up to her hip. Her eyes met Natalie's and she spoke.

"Stay the hell away from my husband, tramp."

Randy hadn't been this busy on the road since he first moved to Smackdown a few months back. Sure, he had a few signings the last couple of days and the taping of Smackdown had sure thrown him in the loop – but it was the behind the scenes, where he had asked the WWE Legal team to help him in the idea of getting a divorce from Samantha.

He had been told to do it before she could – especially since Randy had heard the conversation between the two – having been on the other line of Natalie's telephone – hearing the entire thing. Now that Sam knew that he had been cheating on her, he had to act fast so she couldn't make him look like a bad guy.

He was pissed, though – especially after hearing Sam telling Natalie that he cheated on her with random girls around the country. That was the old Randy – that was the Randy before Alanna was born and before he had even considered getting in touch with Natalie. Sam was living in the past.

The past in which he and Sam were happy.

It hadn't been that way in so long, he thought as he got off the flight in St. Louis, walking through the airport. If it wasn't for Alanna, Sam would have been long gone – he knew that. Sam knew that too... That was why she kept trying for more kids, skipping days on her birth control and making sure that they didn't use protection.

Randy sighed as he made his way to baggage claim. He didn't know who would pick him up tonight, either Natalie or Sam. He hoped that it was Sam, just so he could go up to her, take his little girl and throw the freshly-drawn up divorce papers at her.

He pouted as he found his suitcase – along with a little girl sitting on top of it. Alanna was giggling and going around on her Daddy's suitcase. He smirked and picked her up, put her on his hip and grabbed the suitcase all within three seconds. "Mm, Daddy's home!" he smirked.

"Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy!" Alanna giggled, hugging him and making sure her body was close to his. She missed him so much. "Can we go see Natalie?" she asked. "They have Cars 2, I want to watch."

Randy smirked and looked up to see Sam with her hands on her hips, tapping her foot up and down. He chuckled and ignored her, walking with Alanna.

"Of course we can!"

He heard Sam huff and he watched as she slowly followed behind them.

They got in the car and he put Alanna in her seat, grabbed his backpack and pulled out the papers. He walked around the car and exhaled slowly before opening the driver's seat door and climbed in, dropping the papers in her lap, pulled the car out of the parking lot and drove home.

"Are you really going to leave me?" Sam asked with a scoff as she watched Randy pack things into a suitcase.

He was silent and threw a few pairs of shoes in the bag before zipping it up.

"Randy, don't do this, don't leave me," Sam begged.

He turned on his heel and walked with the full duffel bag, handing it off to her. "I'm not," he told her. "I bought this house, you're leaving," he told her. "I'm keeping Alanna here and you can go find a place with one of your friends," Randy shrugged.

"Are you going to move that little bitch in to take my place?" Sam asked sarcastically. "Gonna live in ourhouse with that slut?"

"That "slut" is the mother of my son," Randy said calmly.

"Oh, is that what she told you about that little bastard?" she asked. "She couldn't find the real daddy so she came to you?"

Randy jumped forward and pinned her to the bedroom door, his grasp tightening on her forearms. "Shut your fucking mouth," he yelled at her. "Carter is my son – Natalie is the love of my life and you're just jealous," he said, letting go of her. "Get out of here, Samantha, we're through."

[Author's Note:
Oooooooooooooohshit.
I wanted to thank all of you guys with these reviews, I'm glad I got some new readers! (; Someone was so nice to even write a review for each chapter as she went through the story! I'm so lucky to have readers like you! Anyways!

Chapter ten, y'all!
This crap was crazy fun to write!
Natalie vs Samantha...
Carter & Alanna being all cute...
Samantha vs. Randy.

Who do you think won? (;

Love you all so much!
Four reviews?
Love, Ashley. ]