-Gasps- Oh my. I almost went a month without updating this story! Okay, two days from now would be a month...not that much of a difference but two days is two days lol. Anyways, so sorry. I seriously didn't know it'd been that long. Time flies these days. Okay, Okay. Anyways, here's the next chapter. Hope all of you that read enjoy it! Don't forget to review!
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"You doing better?" Randy questioned. Gabriella had some what of an emotional good-bye with her mother and father.
Gabriella looked up as she strapped Isabella in her stroller. "I'm doing good. My mom and I tend to get a little too emotional over small things."
"Yeah. True. But it really does feel good to have you around Bella. I missed too much." He said as he gaze fell upon the little girl in the stroller.
Smiling Gabriella signaled to the stroller. "You can push her."
Randy returned the smile as he accepted her offer. "You ready?" He said nodding towards the arena.
Gabriella just nodded her head as she followed suit. She smiled and waved at some of the old faces. "Did all these Raw people move to Smackdown?" Gabriella questioned as she stayed somewhat behind Randy.
"Oh no. I forgot to tell you that I moved back to Raw. Something happened to where I ended up back here." Randy answered as he stopped to look at her.
Gabriella made an amused expression. "Well, isn't that something. You'll tell me the reason later, yeah?" She quirked as she tilted her head to the side.
Randy shrugged. "Ugh. Yeah sure." He assured planting a smile on his face.
Quirking an eyebrow Gabriella watched as he started on his way again. Eh. She'd hear about it later. Putting a smirk on her face she slowly crept up behind Randy before jumping on his back.
"Son of bitch Bella. You almost gave me a heart attack." He exclaimed as reached behind him to get a hold of her legs.
Gabriella just laughed. "Remember you used to give piggy back rides all the time when we were younger?" She quirked as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Well, sweetie I'd love to but then you're daughter will go nowhere." He pointed out as the stroller stood still.
Gabriella pouted but smiled when she saw a familiar face. "Trishy!" She called out spotting the blonde coming towards them.
"Oh my gosh! Gabriella? Where have you been?" She questioned as she hurried towards them.
"I'll explain later. Would you mind pushing Isabella inside for me?" She replied as she nodded her head towards the stroller. Which now had a fussy baby sitting in it.
Trish opened her mouth and then closed it quickly. She'd hear all of it later. She better. "Sure thing." She smiled as she took hold of the stroller.
"Just take her to my locker room." Randy politely ordered.
Trish just nodded as she watched the two go ahead of her. She definitely had a lot of questions going through her mind. And she'd definitely ask Gabriella as soon as she could.
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"Get on my shoulders." Randy replied as he squatted down.
Gabriella just looked down at him. "Randy. I'm not that light. I might break your neck or something."
"Shut up and climb on." He ordered as he gave her a 'look'.
Sighing Gabriella did what she was told. She squealed as Randy stood up. "My god. I forgot how tall you were." She pointed out as she looked down at the ground.
Randy smiled as he caught sight of what was ahead. "Remember the times you'd be just like this and I'd throw you in a pool."
"Thank god there's no pools around here." She sighed.
Randy started laughing. "No. No there's not. But this will have to do." He said before carefully dumping her into a near-by fountain.
Gabriella screamed as raised out of the cold water. "You asshole. Oh nuh-uh. You're not getting away with it that easily." She exclaimed as she grabbed his wrist and pulled him in with her.
Randy whipped his head as he glared up Gabriella. "I have a show tonight." He spat as he stood up and took a step towards her.
"Oh. Whatever Orton. You're just mad cause I actually got you back this time." She said taking a step back.
Randy shook his head before he growled and went after her. Gabriella screamed as he chased her around the fountain.
"Randy. Stop." She said somewhat seriously.
"You better hurry your slow ass up darling before I get you." He managed to get out as he looked at her terrified expression.
Gabriella tried to but ended up falling back into the water with toppling on top of her. "How are we supposed to go inside all wet like this?" She questioned as she stared into his baby blues'. He was awfully too close for her liking.
Randy just shrugged. "Just say we got caught in the sprinklers." He replied as he stared down at her lips. So close.
Gabriella rolled her eyes. "Yeah. Good one. What are they watering? The cars that need a wash?" She spoke sarcastically. God, he's close. Too close, she pointed out as she stared at his kissable lips.
"Yeah. Whatever." He said breathlessly as he lowered his mouth to where it was inches away from hers. Just do it.
Gabriella sucked in a breath of air as she closed her eyes. This was too much but yet she wanted it so badly. But too bad it didn't happen.
"Hey! No playing around in the fountain! Do I have to call your parents?" Randy sighed as he recognized the disguised voice. It could only belong to one person.
"John. What's up?" Randy asked as he pulled Gabriella out of the fountain with him.
John just looked at the two who were dripping wet from head to toe. "I should ask you the same question." He replied as a smile crossed his face.
"You remember Gabriella. I think you met her when we all went out clubbing one time." And she was dating Dave. He grimaced at the name.
John nodded as he held his hand out. "Yeah. Long time ago but who'd forget a pretty face like hers." He complimented as the two shook hands.
Gabriella smiled. "Nice to see you again John."
The three stayed quiet until Randy spoke up. "So. Was there something that you needed to tell me?" He questioned. And for interrupting into what was going to be a good moment? He added to himself.
"Oh yeah. Shane wants us to meet him to go over our tag-match with Trips and Carlito." He answered as he flicked eyes from Gabriella to Randy.
Randy just nodded his head. "Alright I'll meet you in a few." He said as he grabbed Gabriella's hand.
"Sure thing." John called out as he watched the pair disappear behind a car. She was even cuter then he remembered, he commented to himself referring to Gabriella.
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Randy held the door open for Gabriella as they reached his locker room. "Aw. Trish said she'd watch Isabella for me until the show started. How sweet." Gabriella quirked as she read the written note left on the couch.
"Already being spoiled." Randy smirked. "I'm just going to make a quick change and then go ahead to meet John." He explained as he grabbed a pair of black track pants from his duffle bag.
Gabriella nodded as she watched him grab one of his personalized t-shirts along with the pants. "Can you throw me my bag? I'll use the shower while you're gone."
Randy grabbed the Roxy bag that sat next to the Isabella's diaper bag. "Here you go." He said before throwing it to her.
Letting out a huff of breath as she caught the bag. "Thanks." It wasn't going to be weird again was it? She questioned. Let's hope not. "See you in a bit then." She replied before retreating to the provided bathroom.
Randy watched as the door closed behind her. He'd have to try all he could not to picture her in that shower, wishing he could join her.
"Shut it Orton. You two just started talking again. Don't ruin it." He scolded himself as he threw his wet pants to the side then sliding the dry ones on.
"Randy? I have some stuff in the diaper bag too. Can you bring it to me please?" Gabriella called out as she peeked her head through the cracked door.
Randy grabbed it but then stopped. "Why can't you come get it?" He knew why. Dumb ass question Orton.
Gabriella huffed. "Damn it Randy. Just bring it to me. I'm kind of undressed behind this door." She ordered as she glared at him.
Damn it. "I should've made you come it get it." He replied as he stepped to the door.
Gabriella grabbed the bag from his grip. "If you did. You'd die." She sarcastically smiled before slamming the door in his face.
"Okay what I'm supposed to be doing?" Randy questioned himself. "Oh yeah. Meeting. Go to a meeting." He answered himself before slipping on his t-shirt and exiting the locker room.