The high-vaulted ceiling. The backyard that contained a fireplace on the patio and an electric grill. A swimming pool with a streaming fountain. A lush tropical garden that contained a steady bloom of pink roses, Erin's favorite. The home was perfect for a king and his queen. Now it was going to hold the royal family.

Randy walked from room to room, looking around. When he first purchased the five bedroom four bathroom home, Erin kept saying how big it was and they didn't need that much room. After learning the news at Shane's office, Randy wasn't sure if the home was big enough. Twins? That's two of them!

Two hungry mouths. Two smelly diapers. Two temper tantrums. Two headaches. Double the fights. Twice as long waiting period of no sex. Bullshit!

Randy walked over to the fridge and grabbed a beer. He took several gulps upon opening it. He was shocked, stunned even. He knew Erin had twins in her family but he didn't think they would be so fortunate. He was happy for Erin and their future together. Everything in his life was perfect and falling into place.

Now all he needed to do was to calm his nerves. Randy finished his beer and opened another one. Beer had an acquired taste; either you loved it or hated it. Randy was neither here or there with beer but in this particular moment, the beer was quenching his thirst.

Erin waddled over to her husband and watched him down his second beer. "You doing okay, Orton?"

"I'm straight." Randy nodded.

Erin looked over at him. "Sure about that?"

"Hey, that thing with me and John happened a long time…" Erin glanced over at Randy and he abruptly stopped. "Oh, about the babies? Yeah, I'm good."

Erin knew there was more to the twisted story but decided to change the subject. She rubbed his back and he slightly leaned towards her. At the office, Randy was in a state of shock. He didn't say one word and babbled whenever he did speak. Randy was so stunned, Erin had to drive them home.

"It's okay to be nervous, Randy." She reassured him.

"Oh, I'm not nervous." He shook his head. "I'm fine."

Randy finished his beer and let out a large belch as Erin watched. "You're one beer away from Betty Ford, Orton. It's okay to be nervous."

"I'm not nervous, Boo." He said as Erin stared at him. "Well, maybe a little."

"Well, maybe a lot." She corrected.

Randy wrapped his arms around Erin and held her close. "I'll be fine, Boo. It's just a lot to deal with at once, that's all."

"I know it's a lot, Randy. I'm nervous, too. I don't know how I'm going to manage feeding two babies at once or changing two diapers. But I do know that you're going to make a great daddy and I'll make a great mommy. We're in this together, Orton."

Randy raised an eyebrow. "That was cheesy, Boo."

"Yeah, and you're stuck with me for life."

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Over the next several months, Erin and Randy prepared for their twins. From rearranging and baby-proofing their home to acquiring more family-ready vehicles, the couple was slowly but surely getting adjusted to their upcoming role as parents.

Meanwhile, to prepare for the births, Randy converted two bedrooms into a dream nursery with a Walt Disney theme. Having two babies fed Randy's ego as he was determined to have his children in the finest baby gear that money could buy. While Erin was glad to see her husband was stepping up, she was a little daunted. After all, did they really need to have two Louis Vuitton diaper bags?

During lunch one afternoon, Erin and Randy had a makeshift picnic in his office. Knowing that his wife would want something simplistic for lunch, Randy had his assistant swing by McDonald's. Erin warned Randy that once she got on the floor, there was no guarantee that she would get back up, especially if she was seven months pregnant.

"We need to start thinking of baby names for our children, Randy." She said as she munched on her Quarter Pounder.

Randy nodded as he ate a couple of French fries. "We do and I've been thinking a lot about the names."

"Oh?" Erin quickly sipped her orange drink. "What did you come up with?"

"Well, since we're having twins, we should each name a kid." He suggested. "I think it's fair."

Erin smiled. "I like that idea. Did you want to name our son or daughter?"

"Well, I was thinking…" Randy quickly swallowed. "Since my grandfather named my dad and my dad named me, I would like to keep up the Orton tradition by naming my son."

Erin smiled. It touched her to see Randy so involved with their unborn children. "That's fair. What did you come up with?"

Randy smiled big as he put a hand in front of his face. "Ryan… Keith… Orton." He gesticulated.

"I like that." She agreed.

"And…" He began.

"And?"

"Robinson…Kendall…Orton."

"That's nice, too."

"And…" He began to say.

Erin knew she should've known better. There was no way Randy was going to kindly suggest they both name a child without him doing some serious thinking beforehand. "There's more?"

"Reese…Kenneth…Orton."

"That's nice, too. Um, Randy, you know the baby can have other initials than RKO, right?"

"Yeah, I know." He shrugged. "So how about this one….Ryder…Kaelin…Orton."

Erin shook her head as she contemplated the name choice. "I actually like Ryder."

"I like it, too. So when our son starts dating and he gets a girl, she can scream, 'Oh Ryder' and he'll be like, 'Well, I'm trying to!'" Randy laughed.

Erin laughed. "Okay, the only reason why I'm not kicking your ass is because I know you were joking."

"Raekwon…" Randy started again.

"Raekwon?" Erin squinted. "Like the rapper?"

"Raekwon…Kirby…" He winked.

"Like the baseball player?" Erin laughed.

"…Orton." He finished.

"Oh, you're so retarded, Orton." She laughed.

Randy kissed his wife's cheek and moved down to kiss her womb. "Yeah, and all three of you are stuck with me for life."