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"So, Krys, wanna tell me what you did for your weekend?" asked Kira with a sly smirk as she and Krys sat together the following Monday morning. Krys had decided to spend her weekend back in St. Louis with Kira and Randy in an effort to distance herself from the Hardy brothers, both of whom were back on the road already, already booked in their hotel rooms and preparing for that night's show in Uncasville, Connecticut.
Krys sighed and flopped back into her chair, a pout, to her horror, forming on her lips. "It was a fucking disaster, Kir," she complained, crossing her arms across her chest. "I couldn't wait for it to be over, it was that bad."
"Oh, come on, Krys, I don't think eloping with Matt could've been that bad," Kira tried to console her friend helpfully, but Krys brushed it aside.
"Yeah it was! I mean, it wasn't so much the fact that it was Matt I was trying to marry; it was the fact that everything kept getting in the way of us actually going through with the ceremony! Between fans bum rushing us and trying to get autographs and pictures and send them in to various dirt sheets to try and leak news about us eloping, our preacher suddenly coming down with food poisoning, Matt snapping on everyone, and everything in between, we just said fuck it and decided to just go through with a regular church ceremony, just so we wouldn't have to put up with all that bullshit again."
Watching her friend from her seat on the sofa mope and look so frustrated, Kira Orton couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt for being so happy when Krys was so upset with what was supposed to be the happiest day of her life. She slowly got to her feet and made her way over to the sofa and carefully sat down next to her ex-girlfriend, putting her head on her shoulder. "Chin up, beautiful; things aren't always as bad as they seem."
"Really?" Krys asked, frankly unconvinced. Kira nodded her head earnestly. "I don't see it, Kir."
"Okay, so eloping maybe wasn't such a good idea, but who knows? Maybe the Lord and Lady had different plans for you and yours. This was their way of telling you that they had bigger and better plans for you; they had plans for you two to celebrate your love another way, not getting married in some seedy, shitty little chapel in Vegas. I mean really, eloping so isn't fitting of either you or Matt, so why in the hell would you suggest something like that in the first place? It was bound to go bad from the beginning."
"Thanks a bunch, Kira, I feel so much better now that you've added your two cents on that little matter," Krys said waspishly, moving to get up off of the sofa, but Kira held onto her arm, keeping her from going far. "I'm gonna need my arm back, you know."
"Really, Krys, listen to me, I'm serious here." Sighing, Krys sat back down next to the other woman and faced her. "Now, really, when you told me you guys were planning on eloping, I had a feeling something bad was going to happen so that you guys wouldn't be able to go all the way with it. But then again, who says that it's a bad thing? I mean, it may look like it's bad right now, but who's to say that it won't turn out great for you guys later on down the road? I mean, it's a sign that you guys weren't meant to get married on the fly right away, just because you had a bad dream. But then again, it could also be a sign that you and Matt aren't meant to get married or even be together, judging on that dream you were telling me about."
"Yeah, but what am I supposed to do about these dreams I keep having, Kir? I constantly think that things are gonna get better for me and Matt, but instead of getting better, they just keep fucking up. First it was Jeff telling me that he still had feelings for me and wanted me back, then there are those fucked up dreams I keep having, and now we had the almost-wedding from hell! When's it gonna end? And if it does end, will it even get better for us down the road? I keep worrying that something big is gonna tear us apart, Kira, and it scares the living hell out of me." Krys rested her head on Kira's shoulder miserably, allowing the other woman to stroke her hair. "I went through so much to finally get Matt; it just seems so unfair that the moment I finally have him as mine, the moment that all my dreams finally come true, so much shit gets in the way to try and mess us up."
Kira patted her head soothingly. "Aw, don't worry about it, baby. I have faith that things are gonna get better for you and Matt."
"How can you be so sure?"
"Let's just say that it's a hunch, okay? Now, get your ass up; my stomach is hurting, and Randy should be getting ready to go any minute now."
Despite the feeling of hopelessness that was starting to blossom up inside of her at that moment, Krys couldn't help but laugh at Kira and be grateful that at least one of her friends wasn't caught up in her own drama to root for her. Just as she helped Kira to her feet, Randy came down the stairs, a rolling suitcase in each hand. "You ready to go, Krys?" he asked upon reaching the bottom.
Krys nodded her head. "Yeah, I've been ready to go for a few hours, Randall; it's not my fault you're the girl out of all of us, taking three years to get ready."
"Fuck you, Krys," Randy scoffed. "It's not my fault I have so much shit to pack. And besides, I had to get some stuff together and pack Kira's overnight bag just in case she went into labor while I'm away. My parents should be over sometime today to keep an eye on you, baby, in case you need some help while I'm away," he said to Kira, putting the suitcases at the door and wrapping his arms around her.
"I'll be fine, Randy, don't worry so much about me," Kira said softly before standing on her tiptoes to press a loving kiss to her husband's lips. The gesture was such a genuine display of affection that Krys had to turn her head, getting the impression that she had been intruding upon their privacy. When they broke away, Kira smiled over at Krys. "I hope I didn't embarrass you with that, Krys," she said apologetically.
"Are you kidding? If memory serves me correctly, I kissed you a hell of a lot better than what you just did with Randy," she shot back with a grin.
"Prove it," Randy retorted, tilting his nose in the air and taking on the 'Legend Killer' persona that Kira had fallen madly for.
Both girls grinned at him instead. "No thanks, I think we'll save that for when we manage to talk Matt into that foursome idea for Krys' birthday," Kira teased. The statement brought such a horny grin to Orton's face that both Krys and Kira lost control of themselves and roared with laughter. "Krys, I think you guys need to leave before Randy keeps both of us here and gets that fantasy ready without Matt."
"Aw, Randall, I never knew you thought of me that way," Krys replied, punching his arm playfully as he bent down to grab his suitcases. "I knew I was fuckable, but DAMN! Never knew the Legend Killer wanted to kill MY legend."
"Hey, babe, I'll take you any way I can get you," Randy joked back, earning him a punch in the side from Kira. "Kidding, kidding, Kira; you know I'm all yours, babe."
"That's what I thought." Kira kissed him on the lips again, then turned and gave Krys a hug, as well as a kiss of her own on the lips. "Just to tease Randy," she said to Krys. Both girls turned to see Randy's mouth wide open, and a disbelieving look on his face, bringing them to laughter once more. "Get going, you guys. Call when you guys get on the plane, okay?"
"We will. Bye, Kir!" Krys called as she and Randy finally left the house—nearly fifteen minutes after they should have—and loaded up Orton's car. "Randy, your woman is too much sometimes, do you know that?" she commented as they climbed in the car and Orton pulled off. "She's just…happier and so much more excited about life than I've seen her in years. It's amazing to see the effect you have on her."
"Yeah, it is, isn't it?" he replied as they left the complex his and Kira's home was in, and pulling out onto the highway. "She's everything I've never thought I'd go for…she's brunette, she's not afraid to stand up to me and put me in my place when I need to be brought back to reality, she's so intelligent, and she's fucking drop dead gorgeous to boot…"
"I never would've thought that you'd be one to go for the blonde dumbass, Randy," Krys retorted with a laugh.
Randy chuckled. "That's not what I meant, and you know it. But in all seriousness, she really is the woman of my dreams, Krys. I never would have thought in a million years that I'd have this amazing woman as my own, nor did I think that we would be starting a family together, and so soon! Sometimes, I just sit back, and I wonder exactly what I did right to deserve someone like her in my life."
Krys smiled and reached across the car to place her hand over Randy's. "You didn't have to do anything right, Randy. She was already in your life before you knew it. It just took you longer to realize that she was right for you. But really, I'm happy for you guys. It just makes me so happy knowing that you guys have everything going for you, and you're going to be having a baby any day now!"
"That's something I wanted to ask you about, Krys." Randy pulled into the airport's long-term parking section, then made to get out and grab their gear. "I was wondering…did you want to be our child's godmother?"
Krys froze, her eyes widening in surprise at the question. The idea of being godmother to her best friend's son or daughter, the idea that Randy and Kira trusted her enough to place their child's well-being in her hands should something happened to them was enough to make her want to do cartwheels. She placed her hand on Randy's shoulder again, then pressed a small kiss to his cheek, as two small tears trailed down her cheeks. "I'd love to be your kid's godmother. Thank you so much, Randy."
"You have no idea how much this means to Kira and me, Krys. Thank you."
"Trust me, you have no idea how much it means to me. Come on, let's go catch our flight before we end up missing RAW and Vince has our heads."