Chapter 12- The Breakfast Club

Randy

"Whatever the outcome tonight, I am very proud of you and I always will be," I whispered in Lora's ear. The look on my wife's face clearly showed her fear of what was about to happen. But she smiled up at me all the same and clutched at my arm with her free hand, turning her attention towards the screen.

Bray was walking around the ring, with Luke and Braun standing still as statues behind him. He had a microphone in his hand and he was pacing the ring slowly. I had no idea what had happened out on location today, because Lora wouldn't give me any details. Before she went, she said she didn't want to spoil anything. But now, she didn't want to talk about it because she was afraid she had failed. I was equally as nervous seeing her as she was. Not because I didn't believe she couldn't handle anything thrown her way, but I just wanted everything to turn out perfectly for her. I shook myself from my thoughts, forcing my eyes back on the screen.

"She taught me from a young age," Bray drawled out, turning his head towards the sky. He inhaled deeply and blew it directly into the microphone. "She said, you gotta get them… before they get you," he yelled out to the arena, an unusual calm around the arena. He walked behind Stroman and Harper, patting them both on the back. My heart thudded wildly; he was talking about Lora. "We all understood her. She led with love, oh yes! But she was so much more than that! She taught with fire and shadows of the night! The way she danced as she called to the otherside made grown men weep! 'The world was an evil place' she would whisper, 'but evil was our friend too'. We agreed. We all agreed!

"She made me what I am! Her belief in me will not go forgotten. She loved me when no one else did!" Bray fell to his knees in the middle of the ring, the whole arena dark save one spot light directly on him. "She pulled me close. She held me as she whispered, 'You're the one. They chose you'. I understood what she meant then, and I still do now! It's her work! It's all for her. Her grace can save you, but by the otherside of the coin, her kiss could burn you to the ground. I love you, Sister Abigail."

The screen went dark and a video began to play. This was it. I chanced a glance down to my wife's face. Her eyes were wide and unblinking, fixed to the broad screen before her. The video cut to Bray, standing alone in the swamp. It was the same kind of video you could expect from the Wyatt's, with the quick scene changes that almost make me carsick from the rapid movements. A soft humming began to sound, deep and gruff. It was Bray humming 'Amazing Grace'. The Wyatt's had a knack for taking innocent and loving songs and making them demonic. I watched, unable to turn away, as a female figure swept into the scene. The cursed camera angles refused to show her face, even though I knew very well who it was. However, the woman on the screen was not my wife.

This was our first look at Sister Abigail. While this woman looked like my Lora, she couldn't have been more different. Sister Abigail was beautiful, but in a dark and twisted way. The camera made quick cuts in angle to her dirty feet and tattered skirt, up to her matted red hair and dingy flannel top, only allowing her cheek to show. She moved languidly around, her movements graceful and sinister, circling Bray sensually. Something far away, deep in my chest grumbled dangerously seeing her hands caress his shoulders. I mean, it wasn't like watching Mike try to stuff his tongue down her throat, but it was the way she did it. I almost wanted to scoff at Lora's insecurities about her performance, because what I was watching looked so real.

A rocking chair popped up out of nowhere in the video, and Bray sat down upon it, with Sister Abigail circling the chair slowly. Her hand trailed along his shoulders, causing me to shift a bit uncomfortably, and she fingered the wood of the chair delicately. Then there was another voice humming along with Bray. A woman's voice. Then my mouth popped open in surprise. It was the same voice I heard that sang to our kids. The two voices, Bray's deep one with Sister Abigail's being light and soft combined to send chills down my spine, and I heard a murmur from the crowd around us. A part of me wondered if the kids were watching it at home, hearing their mother sing on television. Then Bray was gone from the scene and it was just her.

The scene kept flashing from her lying on a large tree branch with one leg hanging down, to dancing in the field as if she was trying to summon creatures from the otherside. It looked as if voodoo or hoodoo had been their inspiration, and Lora had definitely done her homework. Because this Sister Abigail looked like she belonged to the Wyatt's; that she was the queen of the otherside. Then Bray was back in the chair, and Abigail was bent over, whispering in his ear. There still hadn't been a clear shot of her face, and this was no different. Her red hair hung down covering all but her mouth. Her full lips, which had been painted a dark brownish red moved around the words she spoke to Bray. With his Sister Abigail being the voice in his head, he kept repeating the same thing, over and over again.

"She's coming…. She's coming…. She's coming."

The scene cut back to just Sister Abigail, and Bray's voice quit humming and all the eerie music was gone. Lora was the only one left humming, and it sounded so beautiful, but it had been twisted into something dark. The woman on the screen stood with her back to the camera as it zoomed in on her slowly, panning up in a circle around her body. Her hands weaved through the air around her. The screen was going semi-dark and fuzzy, so that by the time the camera reached her face, all you could see was the woman's mouth. Then the humming stopped, and so did Bray's voice. Her lips parted, whispering one word before the screen cut black and the promo was over.

"Run!"

The lights came back on and the Wyatt's had left the ring. And as the show moved forward with another match, I turned to my wife next to me. She was still staring at the screen. I looked over her head to John, who had sat next to her when the promo had started. He looked just as shocked as I felt. I knew Lora would knock it out of the park, but hell, I didn't think it would be that good. That had to be the best Wyatt promo they've done yet. A smile started to pull at John's mouth. But before I could say anything, Lora bounded on me.

"That was good, right? Like, I'm not just imagining it?" Lora gushed, her gaze imploring me to answer. She was so antsy that she was nearly bouncing in her seat. "You'd tell me if that sucked? I mean, you're supposed to say it was good because you're my husband and you're supposed to support me no matter what. But I don't want you lying to save my feelings. The last thing I need is to make a foo—" Lora ranted, until I covered her mouth with my hand. Muffled words slowly trickled off into silence. Her big green eyes begging me to say something.

"Lora, that was fantastic!" I said, finally breaking into a smile. I removed my hand and Lora grabbed it with both of hers. I cupped her face with my free hand and she leaned into my touch. "And no, I'm not just saying that. You were an extremely sexy dirty Cajun voodoo queen!"

"That's not exactly what we were going for," Lora giggled, standing up from the bench. I followed her suit, and we worked our way through the crowd of superstars that wanted to congratulate Lora. "I mean, I guess I see the voodoo part, which is actually pretty cool, but I don't know how one can be sexy and dirty at the same time."

"Beats me, but you manage to do it," I replied, waving at Paul at the far end of the corridor. But before we got there, I pulled Lora out of the throng of people leaving the room and pushed her against the wall opposite the cafeteria door. "I'm serious Lora. That was incredible. I don't know why you were so worried. That was exactly what I was expecting from you and more. And like I said earlier, I couldn't be more proud of you."

Lora grabbed me with both hands by the collar of my shirt and kissed me flush on the lips. Grunting in surprise, I quickly responded, wrapping my arms around her waist. My wife was always the happiest when her plan came together. "Thank you Randy. Thank you for everything. Thank you for not pushing me, one way or the other. Thank you for just letting me do this. I felt like I could, but if you hadn't been there, just listening to me and talking things through, I wouldn't have made it. I couldn't have done this alone."

"Yes you could have, with or without me, but you're welcome all the same," I laughed, draping my arm around her shoulders and starting steering her down the hall. "Though, I don't know how I feel about the relationship between Bray and Sister Abigail. It irked me more than it should."

"Aw, is my husband a little jealous? That's actually kind of sexy though," she confessed with a wicked smile, leaning into my chest. "But I was actually thinking the same thing earlier. I don't know if they are 'together' or what, but I want to know if she's his actual sister or not. I mean, I know us Wyatt's look like country inbreeders, but I would prefer not to be."

"Yes, well, as would I," and for that comment, I earned a slap in the gut. She got suddenly quiet when we reached Paul, who had been joined by Bray and his storied brothers. Lora always clammed up when she was awaiting judgement of a boss. I raked my eyes over Paul's face, to see if I could gage his reaction. Over the years, I had seen a lot of Paul Levesque. I had seen the best of him and the worst of him. I even came into my own in this business because of him. You could say that I knew Paul probably about as well as Stephanie. I saw the light behind his eyes that Lora could not. But rather than butting in, I chose to let her find out on her own. We stopped right in front of them, and they all turned our way.

"Well?" She asked, her voice barely heard to the five men around her.

"Exceptional work, Lora," Paul said, smiling brightly, stepping forward to hug her quickly. I saw every feature on her face soften at his words and relief flooded her eyes. "Whatever Bray said to you this morning, you keep that in mind. Now, what we'll do is actively have Bray stalk Lora, more on her own without Randy around, eventually leading to your kidnapping. Say in three weeks? Great! Again, Lora, excellent work! I'm really looking forward to taking this farther!"

And with another quick hug to Lora, a pat on my back, Paul was off and hurrying down the hallway. Sometimes I forget how busy he has become since taking over COO of the company. The two of us stared after him for a moment, before realizing that the Wyatt's had wandered off too, leaving us alone in the recently bustling hallway.

oo

We arrived home early the next day just in time to have lunch with the kids. They had been terribly excited to see their parents again. This time we were home for three days. Next week would start Lora's brief appearances on Smackdown, so it's only going to be two days home a week for the foreseeable future.

"Mommy! I saw you on TV!" Tiegan screamed in her mother's ear from her own chair at the dining room table. She wasn't old enough to reach from a seated position, but she could reach fine on her knees and that seemed to suit her just fine.

It seemed crazy to think about that it had been two years since she had leukemia. I hated to even think of the word, in case it caused a reoccurrence. But there she was, my oldest daughter with brown hair that fell almost to her backside now. She had it pulled back out of her face into a high ponytail, but even with that, the length was still past her shoulders. Tia had her mother's hair, just my color. And for a moment, I just stared at Tiegan. She was laughing at something Lora just told her, and her eyes scrunched so tight together, you could barely see the green. Her mouth was split into a bright smile as laughter bubbled from her chest. Most days, Tia looked most like her mother. But when she laughed, the deep, gut-wrenching laughter, she was the spitting image of me when I was her age. She was going to celebrate her fourth birthday soon. A miracle in its own right. And my breath caught in my throat, just letting myself wonder at my precious girl.

"Daddy?" Tia exclaimed, waving her tiny hands in my face. I shook my head slightly, clearing the momentary trip down the fatherhood rabbit hole, to focus on the beautiful child in front of me. She giggled, because she had been trying to get my attention for a few moments. I smiled at her and gestured her to repeat herself, "I said, did you saw Mommy on TV?"

"I did, I did, and I thought she was just wonderful, what about you guys?" I asked, raising my voice to get the attention of our other three children. "What did we think about Mommy on TV, guys? Wasn't she great?"

And with that, both Keith and Tiegan jumped from their seats, ran towards Lora and attacked her with hugs around her waist. Mackenzie and Zackary, being strapped into their highchairs, simply clapped loudly and screamed their approval.

"It was really creepy Moma!" Keith said, sitting back down to his lunch, stuffing a chicken nugget into his mouth. That didn't stop him from talking, spraying the table in front of him with chicken bits. "Just don't sing that song to us!"

"I won't son, and please, chew with your mouth closed. You're just like your father," Lora said, throwing a smirk my way. I rolled my eyes and watched as Keith washed the nugget down with his tea. Keith and I locked eyes, and together we shrugged our shoulders.

"Sorry Moma."

"Well, I would have to agree with the Orton clan, Lora really was amazing!" We all turned to look at the new voice, and saw Genevieve setting her purse down on the kitchen counter, John following right after her. Two little blurs that shot past them announced that Luke and Tom had come with them. Once Keith saw his best friend was there, he jumped from the table and immediately began playing with Tom.

"Oh, thank you Ginny!" Lora said, hugging her blonde friend tightly. Since Casie's passing, Genevieve was Lora's closet friend, and I knew it did Lora good to be near her friend for a while. And even I was grateful to see the woman, because if it hadn't have been for her, I would have lost my best friend. "C'mon, let's go upstairs, and I'll show you more of what we're going to do."

"Hey, how come she gets to know?" I complained, holding back my laughter. She rolled her eyes at me and kept pushing Ginny out of the kitchen, both giggling lightly. I smiled at their backs and turned back to John. For a moment, just a split second, I caught him staring after the girls. More specifically, staring after Genevieve. But as soon as I saw it, John seemed to realize what he was doing before turning away. "So, Ginny seems like she's done a lot for you. I owe her big time."

"You owe her big time? Please, I'm forever in her debt for what she's done for me. She saved me," John said, his voice getting low and turned his gaze towards his clenched hands. I could tell that this was a difficult subject to talk about, and I think I knew why.

"Genevieve seems like a great woman, you know," I said, not meeting his eye and casually walked around him to the refrigerator for a bottle of water. "Kind, sweet and certainly very patient, beautiful… Although, I prefer red-heads, but my point is still the same."

"I know what your point is, Randy, but it's too soon," John said, standing suddenly and began shuffling around the room, mindlessly picking up the children's mess from lunch. I watched as John absentmindedly began cleaning my kitchen as he fumbled for words. "It's—it's not like that. She was there for me in the darkest part of my life. Only because she knew the dark place too. She was the only one that could literally say, 'I know how you feel'. It's different, she's a friend, and of course I need her, but… Casie was my wife. I can't just throw her memory away. She deserves more time. She deserves more than that."

"Hey, John. John, look at me," I said, gripping his shoulders and turning him to face me. His blue eyes were wet and I realized just how difficult this was for him. I knew John had feelings, however strong or weak, for Ginny. But what I didn't realize was how much he was beating himself up about it. He felt like he's betraying Casie. "It's okay. Look, it's okay. It was just a simple statement, and I'm sorry that I said it. It's obviously too soon for you, and that is okay. But I need to tell you that, you deserve more too. And Casie wouldn't want you to waste the rest of your life in mourning. She would want you to live."

oo

"Oh, Lora, by the way, my high school reunion is next weekend," I said, slinking into bed that night, after everyone had left. It was one of the rare times the house was quiet, all four kids were asleep and Sting was asleep at the foot of the bed already. Lora tensed at my words, and pulled away from my outstretched arms. I sighed internally. "I've already RSVP'd that the both of us were going to be there."

"What? Randy, I don't think I'm going to have the time, with all this Sister Abigail stuff—" I cut her off by kissing her hard on the mouth, leaning my body to hover over hers.

"I've already cleared it with creative," I whispered against her neck, brushing my lips over ear lobe and down her neck. I heard her breathing hitch and I watched her throat as she swallowed loudly.

"I—I am creative," she fumbled for words when I brought my knee up, nestling it hard in between her legs. I chuckled against her collarbone, trailing wet kisses across her heated skin. Her chest heaved, rising and falling rapidly. I was turning her on, no matter the fact that she was pissed about the reunion.

"Humble, aren't we?" Smirking to myself, I look up to catch her eye. I could see that she was on the verge of not caring about the reunion, at least for a little while. "Besides, the day after the reunion is a family picnic, and I want the kids to go."

I felt her reaction more than heard it. She actually didn't say anything, which I knew was her way of covering up that something only slightly bothered her, but she didn't want to fight. However, that usually meant a week or two of above average levels of bitchiness, while the slightly-bothersome event festers and grows. A few weeks later, the ticking time bomb explodes. One time, she stomped around the kitchen for thirty minutes complaining that the dishes weren't put back right in the cabinets. I sighed and retracted my body from hers and propped up on my elbow. "Alright, what is it? And please, don't make me beg for too long, because right now, all I want to do is get you naked, and I can't do that while I know you're upset. Tell me."

"It's nothing really," Lora huffed, trying to wrap her arms around my neck. I blocked her and she groaned fell back. "Fine, since you just want to start… Why do the kids have to go?"

"Why would you not want the kids to go?" I asked, genuinely surprised by her answer. That was the last thing I would've guessed. "It's a family picnic; of course I want the kids there."

"Oh Randy, don't sound like that, you know I don't mean anything about the kids," she groaned and pulled herself up in the bed. She was only wearing one of my t-shirts so, even in the dark, I could see her bare legs as she pulled them to her chest. "It's just that, to me, it all seems weird and uncomfortable, and it feels like we're going to her party, your ex-girlfriend's party, to show off."

"You're okay with Keith and Tia being in a story line on national television, but not meeting an ex-girlfriend?"

"I wasn't okay with kids doing it at first," she retorted childishly, and I fought my smile.

"Well, yeah, I want to show off," I said, earning a small gasp and her eyebrows knitted together in the middle. I laughed softly and continued. "But Lora, this is not her party. Yeah, she planned it, but it's not in her honor. It's my high school reunion. I was on the wrestling team, I had other friends. I was more than Samantha Speno back then. And I want you, and the kids, to know all of it."

I knew I had her after that. Her eyes softened, and the corners of her mouth twitched in a small smile. I took that opportunity to lean in quickly and take her lips with mine before she could say anything else. I slipped my hands underneath her shirt, barely tickling the skin with my fingertips. "You know, you had a point yesterday. You're sexy like this."

"Like what?" Lora's voice was once again breathy and jagged.

"Jealous." And I ripped my shirt off.

oo

The night of the reunion arrived before Lora was ready. In truth, Lora would probably never be ready. And I was right in saying she was sexy when she was jealous. It brought out her inner monster, which appealed to the beast I really was. Her nose would crinkle and her eyes would flash at the mention of her. Lora had even starting calling her 'she-who-must-not-be-named' in front of the kids, as if Samantha was a curse word. It turned me on so much, that I couldn't keep my hands off her.

"Lora! Let's go, we're already an hour late!" I grumbled loudly from the bottom of the stairs. I had been ready for three hours, but she had been locked in our room, preparing with Ginny. It was formal, but was stressed that it wasn't over the top, so I decided on a pair of nice black slacks and a button down grey shirt, unbuttoned at the top, with a black simple blazer. Genevieve had come to help do whatever it is that's taking Lora so long. I heard a door open upstairs and soon I saw a blonde head, and Ginny smiled down at me, her eyes bright with enjoyment. I raised an eyebrow at her, but she just shook her head.

"You did say it was formal right?" Lora's voice alerted me to her presence. I turned her way and my breath caught in my throat. My wife stood at the top of the stairs looking like an angel. A most dangerous, sexy angel. Her dress was solid white and it clung to her body everywhere. It had tight long sleeves that stopped at her wrists and the dress molded around her thighs where it ended. It was a square cut design on the chest, which bared her smooth skin down to the heart-shaped cleavage. She walked down the stairs slowly, one at a time in her sky-high white heels. Her red hair had been pinned back on one side and thick curls fell down on the other side. Lora turned for me as she approached and I noticed the back of her dress. There was no back to her dress; the sleeves rested on her shoulders, but the back was cut out, and from her lower back to the top of her spine was bare skin. My heart was pounding in my ears. "You think this is formal enough for her?"

"Lora, you look…" I didn't know what to say. The only piece of jewelry she was wearing besides her wedding rings was the green heart pendant I gave her several months ago. For the first time since I brought it up, I didn't want to go to the reunion. I wanted to take her back upstairs and see how difficult that tight dress was to get off. Ginny giggled from behind me.

"See? I told you it was a 'no-words' dress!"

Lora cut her eyes towards me, and I saw the slight flush in her cheeks. Her lips were painted red, and they parted only just, but before I could drag her back to our bedroom, I forcibly made myself escort her out of the house. The car ride to my old high school wasn't long but it was quiet. Not uncomfortable, but I could tell Lora was on edge. She let me hold her hand the whole way there, but stared out of the window at nothing in particular. I slowed down and turned into one of the most familiar parking lots of my life. Lora's fingers twitched in my hand and I lifted it to kiss her soft skin on the back. I parked right behind the gymnasium that I wrestled in hundreds of times.

Hazelwood Central High School hadn't changed in years. Oh, I'm sure it had, renovated and updated, but essentially kept the same. I opened my car door and got out. It had been twenty years since I had been here, and boy was that thought a trip. Walking around the car, I helped Lora down from the Escalade and I tucked her underneath my arm. It was the middle of November in St. Louis, it was cold, and I had a feeling that dress wasn't very warm.

I directed her through a set of double doors that I knew led to the foyer for the gym. Sure enough, the same giant, black and gold hawk was still painted on the wall. I heard the buzz of excitement getting louder, so I knew we were getting close. We rounded a corner and saw a few people milling around in front of a table set up where it was obvious you signed in. It was obvious that we were some of the last people to show up, and I had a feeling Lora wanted it that way. Or at least that's what her dress told me.

"Name?" the blonde woman at the table said without looking up. I couldn't tell who she was yet. I gave my name and her head snapped up so fast I almost heard it crack, and I fought the urge to roll my eyes. Lora scoffed next to me, which she quickly covered with a cough. I noticed the blonde, who I still didn't know, shoot Lora a dirty look. "And is she your plus one?"

"I'm his wife, yes," Lora said, her voice simpering and sweet and totally fake. That's her 'watch your step' voice and I didn't fight the smirk at the accosted look on the woman's face. She quickly wrote my name on a sticker, and 'Mrs. Orton' on Lora's. She stood and leaned across the table and pressed my sticker against my blazer breast pocket, lingering a little too long. Then she just held her hand out for Lora to take her sticker. An idea came to me, and I took Lora's sticker from the woman and placed it on Lora's dress. Of course, there wasn't a whole lot of clothing space optional, so I put it under her chest, stretching my hand out to smooth it down. I brushed my thumb along the under curve of Lora's left breast as I did so. Lora bit her lip slightly before reaching up to rip off my name tag, crumpling it and letting it fall to the floor. "I don't think he's going to need that."

With that, Lora pulled me away from the table, and I chuckled under my breath when I noticed Lora left her nametag on. We walked together straight into my past when we entered the gym. My mind was flooded with several moments from my childhood. "You know, I won seven wrestling titles in this gym?"

"Sounds like you," Lora responded, a bright smile on her face as she watched me. My heart stretched against my ribcage at her words, however humorous, because I knew she meant them. She was truly proud of me, and my work. And I couldn't love her more for it. "Looks like we are the last ones to arrive."

I looked around at her words and noticed the hundreds of people in the room, several of whom had stopped and started to stare. I wrapped my arm around Lora's waist and steered her towards the crowd. People began shouting my name, guys that I hadn't seen in, well, twenty years. And soon, I was wrapped up in stories of Hawk wrestling, parties after matches, which teachers we hated most. And Lora, for all her reluctance, enjoyed herself, hearing embarrassing stories of my past. She actually began begging Pete Karev, the second best wrestler in my class, for all the dirt he knew. I loved every minute of it. Until I felt a tap on my shoulder. I knew before I turned around whom it probably was. And I wasn't wrong. Lora turned before I did and stiffened.

Samantha Speno. I hadn't seen her in seventeen years ago, and looking at her now brought back several unwanted memories. And not good ones. Her brown hair was pulled tight back in a bun and she wore a hot pink dress, her favorite color if memory serves correctly, and her brown eyes roved over me. She smiled and stepped forward as if she was going to hug me, but Lora stepped closer to my side before she could, clearing her throat with a sweet 'ahem' sound. It was now that I began to think that Lora had been right. This was way more awkward than I thought it was going to be.

"Randy, it's been so long. How are you?" Sam stepped back, in a safer zone, her smile back on her face. Sam was nothing but cordial, even if it was obvious she was faking it. She had a knack of tearing people down with a smile. That I knew all too well.

"I'm fine, Samantha," I said, tilting my head in her direction. My arm snuck out and grasped Lora's waist and pulled her closer to my side, "I'd like you to meet my wife and mother of my children, Lora. Lora, Samantha."

"It's nice to meet you Laura," Sam said, holding her hand out to my wife. I rolled my eyes, thinking that's exactly something she would do to get under someone's skin. And it was then that I truly regretted coming. I had hoped Sam wouldn't be like this, but it was who she was, deep down. But Lora politely corrected her and shook her hand. "I'm happy to know Randy found someone that could put up with his dream. Way back in the day, he was always going on and on about it. To be honest, I never thought he'd ever stick with it."

"That's actually how we met," Lora said, leaning over and slightly pressing her breasts against my chest. You could almost smell the estrogen coming off these two women. "Well, technically, that's how we met. It's actually funny story, because I hated him when I first met him. He did some not so nice things."

"Oh, that sounds like the Randy I know!" Sam said, and my skin ruffled. The nerve she had to say that. After how we ended, I was not the one that did some not so nice things. And she knew it.

"It was actually a big misunderstanding. I just chalked it up to a girl that did him wrong before me," Lora's light giggle was as innocent as it could be, but it was thinly veiled. Fingers slipped into my hand and laced with mine, and looked down to see Lora still smiling at Samantha. Lora was just as skilled at insulting someone to their face with a smile as Sam was; Lora just chose not to. Sam bristled at my wife's words and I could feel the tension growing thick. Lora, however, was not finished, "He's actually the best thing that ever happened to me. Randy is an excellent husband and father to our four children."

Even though I knew Lora was just saying that to ruffle Sam's feathers, I also knew she meant it. She had actually told me that on several occasions, and every time she did, my heart soared. Somehow, throughout all my fuck ups, I managed to do something right by her.

"Two more? Wow, and look at you in that dress! Must've been hard deciding to give up your career to stay at home all the time," but her tone didn't sound as flattering or sympathetic as it should have. Lora knew at least not to fall for that non-compliment. Instead, she just came right back.

"Yes, we had a set of twins, Mackenzie and Zackary," Lora said, pulling her phone from her clutch and showing Samantha photos of our children. I did notice that all the photos she showed her, I was playing with the kids each time. Lora was going all out to show off on my behalf. And she was never more in a natural state then when she was discussing our children. Or a potentially good story line. "Do you have children?"

"No, none of my own," Sam responded, her voice softening ever so slightly and locked eyes with me briefly before casting them down. Before I could fight it or choke it down, a light scoff escaped my throat. Lora certainly caught that, but it also seemed to kick-start Samantha back into her bitch mode setting. "I do have two step-children though."

My jaw clenched briefly before recoiling the monster. It was seventeen years ago. Thankfully, Lora didn't seem to notice my reaction or she pretended not too.

"Oh, well, motherhood welcomes you," and it was something Sam didn't seem overly excited to hear. But my wife could feel the conversation slowly spiraling out, so she roped it back into her control. "And about my career; no, I'm still working. Two years ago, I was promoted to the creative team. I work directly with Paul, Stephanie and Vince on scripts and story lines. You must've missed the last few months of the show, because I've actually been back on the show with Randy recently."

"Oh honey, you know, I don't think I've ever caught an episode of it. Wrestling's really not my thing," and she subtly finished off her drink. Lora raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, well, I assumed you had, seeing as you knew Randy and I had two children prior to the twins. How else would you have known about Keith and Tiegan, but not them?" With that, Lora put her drink to her lips and took a respectful sip, licking her lips in satisfaction. Sam looked as if she wished she was anywhere else.

Suddenly a woman yelled out from behind Samantha and looking over her head, I saw the woman from the front desk. And it all came back; that was Carla, Sam's best friend from school. She did everything with Sam. Everything for Sam. Finally, this ghost from my past was about to fade away to the sidelines. Lora nudged my ribs softly with her elbow and followed Samantha with her eyes. "It was lovely meeting you Savannah!"

I turned on the spot and huddled into my wife to smother the laughter I was choking to keep down. I didn't even care that I didn't get to see the look on Sam's face. I saw Lora's face, and it was enjoyment enough. She had been waiting for that opportunity since 'Laura'. Then my wife took me by the hand and led me out of the gym and began wandering the halls, trying classroom door knobs to check for an open door. Finally, my old chemistry classroom door swung right open and she pushed me inside.

"Well, that was about as much fun as a root canal. Hell, I'm glad that's over. But, you wanna talk about why you scoffed at her 'no children' comment?" She asked, wrapping her arms around my waist as she did so. I knew she was doing it to show that she wasn't attacking me for answers, merely inquiring. Though, I knew she wouldn't be patient for too long. "I only ask because you seemed upset about the fact she had step-children. You push me to talk, I push you. That's how we work. That's what makes us, us, remember?"

"It's nothing, babe, really," and I knew I messed up when I called her 'babe'. We weren't a pet name kind of couple. We really only used them in extreme emotional times; mainly when it's our hot, hot sex. However now was, unfortunately, not the same but nonetheless emotional state. I was struggling to not fly off the handle and I couldn't hide it from Lora. But how to explain it to her, when I've never told another living soul?

"Hey, Randy, tell me," Lora whispered, lovingly petting my cheek. "Do I need to go mess her up? Because I know I can take her."

"No, but I would love to watch," I sighed and sat down on the desktop of the small desks and faced Lora. I took her by the hands and pulled her closer, where she stood between my legs. "Seventeen years ago, before Samantha and I broke up, she got pregnant. Made me promise not to say anything to anyone. I was happy. I was twenty, trying to put the Marine stuff behind me and focus on my wrestling career. I thought that everything was coming together. It was then I found out that Sam never wanted to have children. It was something she was very adamant about it. So much so, even after several days of my begging her not to… she aborted the baby. I didn't know she had done it until she came home sore and a bit gimpy.

"I broke up with her that night. I thought who would do something like that to someone they loved? Made her move out, well I had too; Dad had co-signed for the apartment. But she was out of there regardless."

"Oh Randy, I never knew," Lora's deep green eyes looked heartbroken over my story. "I mean, I know I've never asked, because it was never my business, but you've never talked about her to me before."

"Hell, I never told anyone about the pregnancy or the abortion. And that blonde from the reception desk? That was her friend that gave her the money to pay for it," it was like now that I was talking about it out loud, I couldn't stop. This was a seventeen year secret and a lot of nasty feelings attached. "I swear that it's not her affecting me this way. It was when she admitted she had step-children. I mean, I thought she hated children. Literally, that's the word she used, hated. She'll abort my baby, but will willingly attach herself to someone with not just one but two kids? I'm sorry; I'm overreacting, aren't I?"

"Look at me," Lora took my face in her hands, forcing my eye. "You have every right to hate that woman, and I might actually end up messing her up, because she did a terrible thing. A terrible thing Randy. And you've been living with that alone for so long, it's hard to imagine I was the one reluctant to come.

"It's her loss, really. Because she never got to know what I got to find out. There's not a kid on this planet that wouldn't be lucky to have you as their dad," Lora crooned, wrapping her arms around my neck. The ebb of pain was slowly fading with Lora's words. Her voice was like a drug bringing me down. "I know four kids in particular that love every minute of it. Four kids that scream when their Daddy comes home, cries when he leaves and worships the ground he walks on. Keith, Tiegan, Mackenzie and Zack, they all love you and need you and are extremely proud to have you as their Dad."

"I'm one blessed man, I suppose," I said, kissing her lips softly. "I'm fine, really I am. It… it just took me off guard. That was the last thing I expected from her, but I'm fine."

"Say you're fine one more time, and I just might believe you," Lora's words dripping with humorous sarcasm. "You may be fine now, but you still need to vent. But if I know you, you won't deal with it until the problem's escalated."

"We're one in the same, dollface. Like you said… that's what makes us, us."

Okay, so another chapter down! I hope you all loved it! I enjoyed writing it very much! And don't worry, the next chapter will have the family picnic and more Samantha shenanigans, but this time, it'll be from Lora's POV. I bet we can all imagine what's going through her head! Oh, it's getting to be good!

And I hope you're okay with my involvement of Sam. I never cared for her, on a personal and biased perspective (and I'm actively ignoring the fact that he's remarried), but I wasn't going to do anything with Alanna. I know this is just my personal fanfiction, but it felt weird to have the storyline I wanted and Alanna too. I'm leaving her untouched in my own respect to Randy, himself, silly as it sounds. Plus, Randy's got enough kids in this story to deal with! =D

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