Irreconcilable Differences
by barry effin gibb
chapter eleven;
Walk Away

The doctor's office was surprisingly still three days after Christmas. Natalie was the only person waiting in the designated area – and only one nurse was walking around the office doing paperwork. She was happy that Carter and Alanna had opted out of coming, especially when she knew their lives would all be affected with the results of this doctor's exam.

She let her right hand reach up and pressed her fingernails against her bottom lip, hearing the faint upbeat music come through the music system. Natalie sighed gently and slid her eyes shut.

She hadn't gotten sleep since Randy had called her the night before, telling her that something had gone wrong in his match with Wade Barrett. He had told her that Wade threw him off a set of stairs and he fell all wrong. Natalie had been so paralyzed with worry that she hadn't even shown anger.

Randy had come home that morning and explained that they would have to go to the doctor as soon as possible – that this injury, unlike the last few, was serious. On the ride over to the doctor's office, she had racked her brain to think of at least one WWE superstar who had suffered from a slipped disc and come back to wrestling full time, at one hundred percent.

And now, she still hadn't thought of one.

Her eyes snapped open when she heard a door open, seeing Randy walk out on a set of crutches with a wince on his face every step he took towards her.

"Alright, Randy," Dr. Phillips said with a nod of his head, "We'll be in contact with the trainers, then we'll go from there – where they want to see you go," he said. "So, honestly, just rest up – and Randy," he said, a little more seriously, "Let her help you."

Randy looked at the doctor and slowly nodded his head as the door shut.

Within an instant, Natalie was beside Randy, helping him walk out the doctor's office, "Well? What's happened?" she asked, biting her bottom lip.

He shrugged his shoulders and nodded towards the door that lead to the iced out parking lot. "Nothing, I wrestled injured, things got worse and I'm paying the price."

Natalie frowned softly, "What do you mean, Randy?" she asked.

Randy shook his head, "Don't worry about it, babe," he told her with a roll of his eyes. "I'm hungry," he said.

"Well, I'm not. I'm sick to my stomach, what happened in there? How long are you out?" she asked, biting her lip.

Natalie helped him in the car and she looked at him intently.

He closed his eyes and exhaled slowly, "Six months," he said gently.

She frowned.

"Six months," she whispered. "That means that Wre-"

"Wrestlemania is out," Randy snapped, glaring at her. "Yeah, I know, Nat, thanks."

She jumped slightly at his raised voice and she stepped back, slamming his door shut. Natalie slowly walked to the other side, climbing in and starting the engine. "Don't be an asshole to me, I'm just trying to help," Natalie said softly, starting to drive back home.
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"Yeah, mom, honestly, all I can do is just make sure that Randy's taken care of," Natalie sighed gently into the telephone as she walked from the fridge to the counters as she started to make dinner for her family.

Natalie sighed as she kicked the fridge door shut, her head tilted as she held the phone to her ear with her shoulder, grabbing a few bowls of ingredients.

"Of course I'm going to stay here, mom!" she pouted her lips, starting to cook some hamburger in a pan. "Well, why wouldn't I?"

Natalie went silent as her mother tried to talk her out of staying, especially when her mother said that Randy hadn't been there for her and Carter at all until as of late.

She frowned, "He's a great man, mother. And I'm not going to let you talk me out of staying. Carter loves his father, and Randy loves his son."

Natalie sighed as she saw Alanna walk into the kitchen with her sippy cup and blanket dragging on the floor. "I've got to go, mom," Natalie shrugged, "I'll talk to you later," the blonde sighed and hung up.

She took a deep breath and smiled softly as Alanna walked up to her, holding her arms up. Nat leaned down and picked the little girl up, "Mmm," she said softly, "Hello, beautiful."

"Hi, Nat," Alanna smiled, holding her tight, "What's for dinner?" she asked.

Natalie smirked, sliding Alanna onto her hip, looking at the little girl for a second, "Oh, well, I'm making Daddy's favorite," she said.

Alanna's eyes widened, "Spaghetti!"

"Mmhm!" she laughed softly, stirring the meat.

"Can I help?"

The older woman grinned, "Of course you can, love!"
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About twenty minutes after Alanna had been enlisted to help her out, Natalie had set the little girl and Carter down for their meal. And now, she was walking up the stairs of the home, and walked right into her bedroom where Randy was laying down in the bed – propped up to see the television on the far wall.

He stared blankly at the television and sighed, raising an eyebrow over at her. "What are you doing?" he asked.

"I got you dinner," Natalie said softly, walking over with a large plate of noodles and meat sauce.

He stared at it and shook his head softly, "I'm not hungry," he said with a simple shrug.

"I didn't ask if you were hungry, I said I got you dinner," Natalie told him, ignoring the short tone that Randy had given her.

"And I said," Randy spat, reaching out and clutching her wrist, "That I'm not hungry," he stared at her, "So, get out of here," Randy snapped, throwing her wrist down.

Natalie watched him for a second and frowned, "Excuse me? Are you going to sit here and be a complete asshole? When you're here? While I'm taking care of your children? While you're injured?" she spat.

Randy looked at her, "While I'm in the house that I paid for?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Taking care of my kids? One is mine, the other one, who even knows," Randy chuckled softly. "In fact, this is my house," he told her. "Why don't you get the fuck out?" he asked.

She looked shocked, "What? Oh, wow," she told him before feeling tears well in her eyes.

"You heard me," he said, staring at her. "Why don't you," he said, pointing at her, "And that little bastard get the fuck out of my house," Randy finished.

Natalie froze in her spot for a moment before she reached forward and threw his plate of spaghetti in his lap and slapped him, hard, across the face.

Randy groaned as the heat of the dinner fell in his lap, "Son of a bitch!" he yelled out.

He simply pushed the spaghetti to the floor and due to his lack of mobility, couldn't stand to rid the mess of his boxer shorts.

He snapped his fingers, "Come help me!" he said.

Natalie ignored him and walked around the room, grabbing his suitcase and started to pack her things in it. "Why don't you go fuck yourself," Natalie spat, shaking her head.

"Excuse me?" he yelled.

"You heard me, Randy, why don't you go home and tell Sam that your adorable little tramp is going home," she said. "That you guys can have a lovely marriage, who gives a shit," she said. "I'm going home and you," she said. "Can go sleep with your wife for once."

She filled the suitcase up within record time and went down the hall to Carter's room, packing up a suitcase for him in just as little time. Natalie was seething.

Randy watched her storm off and he shrugged his shoulders, leaning over to his bedside table and licked his lips, grabbing a bottle of vicodin that the doctor had given him.

"Mm," he said softly, reading the label. "Take two, by mouth, for pain, every hour."

He snorted, twisted the top off and poured six pills into his hand.

"Bye, bye, pain," Randy said softly – popping the pills and taking a long sip of his water bottle. Nothing he wasn't used to, right?

The "Evolution" Randy Orton was slowly returning to the world and he wouldn't fight it.
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[Author's Note:
My goodness, it's been so long guys!
I've been thinking about this all day, I need to find some awesome muse. My twentieth birthday was yesterday and now, I needed to update! (: I love all of you, I hope you had a very Merry Christmas and yes! I hope you loved it – it's gotta have some drama, you know? And I hope you guys know enough about Randy that he's had a very, very rough road! He spoke about drug usage in his DVD and I swear, it's just more to make me love. So, yes guys. I hope you enjoyed it. Four reviews? What do you think about Nat going away? How will Randy handle it? Ah! (: I love you all! – Ashley.]