A/N: Finally! Update time! I'm sorry it's taken me so long to update this story (check out my profile for an explanation.) Okay, so this chapter was never supposed to be at all. But I figured I'd give my loyal readers a short bit of fluffy happiness between Randy and Trish, a bit a of a throw-back to the couple they used to be before everything got so serious with marriage and babies. The drama will come in the next chapter! As ever, I disclaim! Please Read and Review!!
"Baby, are you sure this is a good idea?"
Randy's voice was barely audible over the thudding baseline pumping from the speakers at the front of the dance floor, but she heard every word. Turning back on her heel, Trish flashed her husband the brightest smile he had seen in a long time. It only took a second, but any reservations he had melted away in a heartbeat. They were replaced with a burning lust, igniting to it fullest in Randy's stomach as he gave her the once over.
Randy seemingly adored his wife's taste in clothes. She had an innate knack to pick the garments that accentuated her body to perfection. With the pulsating light from the depths of the club haloing behind, Randy's eyes travelled the length of her body. Her legs were melted into a pair of black leather pants, the waist being so low it almost caused Randy to blush, as he knew very well what was hiding just below the hem line. Her beautiful chest was near exploding out of the halter top she was dressed in, the neckline of which plunged down to her midriff, exposing the delicious valley between her breasts.
With her hair coming down in natural honey-blonde waves around her head, her entire form seemed to halo's by the waves of golden blonde. Grinning seductively at her husband, Trish scurried back towards him, crashing into his waiting in arms. Her lips tasted the flesh of his neck, working their way up to his ear. With every word she spoke, the soft pout of her lips caressed the shell of Orton's ear, sending waves of pleasure-filled shivers around his body.
"It's fine baby. Let's just have some fun okay? I'm pretty sure we both deserve some!" Giggling in abandon, Trish turned and dashed back into the club, heading towards the dance floor where Melina, Lisa and Mickie were already gathered, in the throws of dancing to the song pumping from the sound system of the club. Trish joined the other women, getting straight into shaking the round of her backside in perfect timing to the beat of the song. Shaking his head, Randy grinned after his wife. Stuffing his hands into the pockets of his designer jeans, he headed to the bar to join Batista and Kenny, who were both already ordering drinks. Several other superstars were already in the club, milling around in the seats at the back.
Leaning against the bar, Randy released a breath he hadn't realised he hadn't been holding. After all the stress that had been the past few weeks, it felt good to be out with his friends. Indeed, not since Trish had left the company had they all been together at the same place at the same time. And after all their recent troubles, it seemed the perfect remedy to all their problems.
Even if no-one knew Trish was pregnant.
The blonde Canadian had been adamant about that from the beginning. The parents-to-be had driven back to their hotel room in silence, each in their own way processing the news that they were going to have a baby. It hadn't been until they had gotten back to their hotel, had the couple seemingly come back life. It was then Trish had made the decree that no-one was to know she was expecting.
It wasn't that she didn't want anyone to know - far from it. She was positively bubbling with news, so much so she was certain she would burst with excitement unless she told someone. However, Trish was realist. She knew very well, most first time mothers were a third more likely to miscarry in their first pregnancy. Added to that twisted fact, it was most likely to occur in the first three months, when the foetus was still developing. The last thing Trish wanted was to jinx her pregnancy so by telling everyone she was expecting. It would be hard enough to deal with her own despair if something did go wrong, to say nothing about what would be felt by her family and friends.
Trish was certain, until she had passed that three month mark, no-one would know anything. Of course, that didn't mean that the expecting parents weren't going to celebrate the news. Trish had called practically everyone she could think of to organise an evening of clubbing in the city. As far as their friends knew, they were belatedly celebrating Trish's return to the company. But Trish and Randy knew the truth. They were going to celebrate becoming parents, even if it was a secret between the two of them.
I'm going to be a father.
Even now, the words didn't seem to fit with Randy. Of course, his greatest wish was to start a family with Trish, to have beautiful babies with his wife, and raise a family back home in St. Louis. He just hadn't imagined it coming upon him so quickly. He had always thought he would have a few more years before to go before Trish became pregnant. Not that it mattered. She was going to have his child, and Randy could barely contain the emotions bubbling deeply inside his child. For once in his life, everything seemed like it was falling into place.
Letting his gaze drift from the bar to his wife, Randy allowed himself a moment to feel content with his life. Things were good. The sharp hand on the back brought him back to his senses, and the Legend Killer turned to see the grinning face of his long time friend, Dave Batista.
"Orton you slut, it's about fucking time you came out and partied with us! Where've you been these past couple of months man?" Batista grinned wildly, his eyes feasting of the displays of flesh scurrying around the club. Despite his reputation, Batista had the utmost respect for the fairer sex, and was more choosey than most when it came to women.
"Life's been hectic man," Randy admitted, gripping Batista's hand to shake it, "but my girl's back on the road with me. Seemed like a good idea to come out with you guys again." Grinning, Randy motioned to the bartender, ordering himself a bottle of beer.
"Well, we're glad to have you back with us man," Batista noted, "and I'm sure as hell glad you brought Mrs. Orton out with you. She is looking fine Randy. Whenever she gets tired of ridin' your two inch tickler, you said her my way. I guarantee she'll be Stratusfied." Batista chuckled as Orton playfully punched the older man on the arm. He knew his friend was joking, and shook his head as he laughed.
In truth, David Batista had always harboured a slight crush for the stunning Canadian, but he had never done anything to act on it. There was a time, earlier on in his tenure with the WWE that he had entertained the idea of going after Trish, but it was clear from the start that Ms. Stratus had captured the rookie Randy's heart. He remembered endless late night conversations in tiny hotel rooms, when Randy would ramble on and on how Trish would be his future wife, and that they would make beautiful babies together. A slight smile crossed his lips as one particular day, travelling in a dilapidated rental car, was spent with Orton planning their wedding. It seemed the Legend Killer had gotten his wish. Trish was his wife now. And Batista was more than happy for his friends.
Still, that didn't mean he wouldn't steal a look at the Canadian beauty every now and again, especially as she walking towards him, her shapely hips winding with every beat of the music.
Randy was clearly oblivious to Trish presence. Accepting his beer from the bartender, he lifted the bottle to his lips. Just as he was about to take a sip, Trish's hand gripped the base of the bottle, wrenching it free of Randy's grip. With a deliberate thud, she placed it down on the bar top, as her other reached to grip the back of Randy's neck. Pulling his head closer to hers, she tilted her own so her lips rested next to Orton's ear. Her voice came as a teasing whisper as she spoke.
"Don't even think about Randall. If I'm tee-total for the next nine months, so are you baby boy." Giggling softly as Randy pulled back, the orbs of his crystal blue eyes expression disbelief at Trish's words. She couldn't possible be serious…could she?
Groaning, Randy allowed himself to be led away from the bar towards the crowds building on the dance floor, Trish offering a small wave to Batista as they made their exit. Making their way to the centre of the dance floor, Trish found her natural place between Randy's arms, her back resting up against the contours of his chiselled torso. Much to the envy of pretty much everyone around him, Randy really didn't have to move all that much as Trish began to grind her hips, bending her knees to dip downwards, before winding her body back up again, using Randy's body as a kind of frame to lean against.
Carefully, Randy eased his arms around the tiny waist of his wife, bending forward so his chin rested on her shoulder. His lips teased their way over Trish neck, bringing a flush of colour all of a sudden into her cheeks. "I'm really glad you're here Trish. I've missed being with you."
"I know, I've missed you. Having a two separate careers is just…I don't know. I'm so used to being with you everyday, going weeks on end without seeing you is just getting too hard for me now. Maybe I should think about winding down my work with the clothing company." Turning in Randy's arm, Trish rested her chin on the muscles in Randy's chest, making definite eye contact.
"I'm not going to lie and say that I don't want you to, because we both know I do," Randy admitted with a trade mark grin plastered across his lips, "but as your husband, I'm telling you, you can't do that. I'm not just going to let you give up everything you've worked for. I still don't know why you accepted the position of General Manager anyway. It's not as if you can design and run Monday night's is it?"
"Do we have to do this now?" Trish eyes were pleading as they glittered in the dim lighting. It was the closet the pair had been for an extended period of time since Trish left the company the first time. The last thing she wanted now was to descend into fight about they why's and wherefores of her involvement with the company. "I promise you Randy, I will explain everything when we get back to the hotel. But for now, can we just enjoy the night?"
Randy nodded, capturing his wife's lips into a tender kiss. She was right, as usual. There was no point in getting into a fight when it would spoil one of the first night's they'd had together, and just with each other, but with their friends. "Alright, but we will talk later." If Randy was being honest, there were a few things he wouldn't mind getting off his chest as well.
"Okay, good." Trish grinned, her smile bubbly and infectious. "I think, when the baby gets here, I'm going to stop working, at least until the baby's older. I want to stay at home and be a Mom, y'know?"
Randy softly nodded his head as he gazed into his wife's eyes. "I'll talk to Vince…see if maybe I can lessen my schedule for a while…just Monday Nights and Pay Per Views…at least until the baby is a little older. It won't be fair to just let you do everything yourself."
Trish could help but giggle, squeezing Randy's body closer to hers. "Listen to us, already sounding like concerned parents. I know this wasn't the best timing for either of us," Trish noted her own observation, "but I am so happy Randy. I can't wait to have our baby."
Randy returned Trish's smile, leaning forward to he could plant a kiss on the tip of her nose. "We're going to make this work Trish, I promise. No matter what happens from here on out, we're in this together. I swear I will do everything I can to make you and the baby happy. I just can't believe it's finally happening. Everything I ever wanted out of life is coming all at once. I've got the most beautiful woman in the world by my side, and she going to have our child. It's like -…"
Randy's voice quietened as Trish crushed her lips against his. Their lips melted together in a sizzling kiss, causing Trish to moan softly at the feeling of Randy's hands on her lower back. So many words were going unspoken, but they honestly didn't need to be said.
For the time being at least, Randy and Trish were completely at ease with one another. They were together, they were in love and they were expecting a baby. Surely life couldn't get any better than this? Both knew there were problems still to be aired, after all, Trish could no longer put off telling her husband why she had come back to the company, and Randy had never actually explained why he had punched Hunter in the first place. The time for hiding things from one another was over.
The truth would bring their marriage into a harsh, accusing light, the prospect neither one was looking forward to. But that was tonight's problem. For the time being, the unspoken love they shared was all that either needed to hear.