A SISTER'S LOVE
Disclaimer: anything belonging to the WWE I own in no way.
Summary: When Whitney Graduates high school, she comes on the road with her older sister Maria who has supported her since their parent's untimely death in a plane crash.
Characters: MariaxJohn Cena, Whitney(OC), Stacey K., Trish, Randy Orton, many more!
Chapter26
Whitney awoke to a loud beeping sound, she groggily opened her eyes and looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand, it read six in the morning. Whitney carefully picked up Randy's arm, which he had crossed in between her chest and stomach. Whitney carefully stepped down the wooden footstool off of their high king size bed. She turned around and looked at Randy sleep, she couldn't help but smile, he slept on his stomach with one arm outstretched over where Whitney had been laying a few minutes ago. She rubbed her stomach as she felt the twins kicking.
"Let's go downstairs," She said to the twins as she made her way to the steps. Now, Whitney was no cook, so she called The Apple Pan and had them deliver two cheese omelets accompanied by French fries, turkey sausage links, and turkey bacon, she requested that the delivery guy knock on the door and not ring the doorbell, because she didn't want to wake Randy. Whitney sat at the kitchen counter reading Randy's interview that he had done for Seventeen Magazine's Guy issue, it was a special issue where guys could speak their point of view. Just then, she heard a faint knock on the front door, Whitney stood up and walked to the front door, she opened it, she was greeted by the delivery boy and the paparazzi, they were the usual guys who walked around her neighborhood, hoping to catch pictures of celebrities looking their worst in the morning, much to their dismay, they had never caught Whitney in a bad moment. She waved to them and smiled after paying for the food, she tipped the delivery boy and then closed the heavy wooden door. She got the big wooden tray out of the cabinet. She took two plain white plates out of the cabinet and put the food on it, she took down two glasses and filled them with orange juice and placed them on the tray also, she put down a fork, knife and cloth napkin set up, and topped it off with a flower in the tiny little vase and placed in the middle of the tray. Whitney smiled, satisfied with their breakfast, she quickly stuck the morning paper in the side pocket, then she picked it up carefully, resting it on her stomach as she walked up the stairs. She walked into their room just as Randy was waking up.
"Good Morning," Randy said groggily, rubbing his eyes and sitting up against the headboard.
"I made you breakfast," She said with a smile.
"No, you didn't," he smirked. "You can't cook."
Whitney carefully set the tray on the bed and sat down. Randy looked at the plate suspiciously.
"Let me guess Apple Pan?"
"Yes," she said blushing a little bit. Randy ate his food slowly. He was obviously still waking up. Whereas Whitney had already finished hers and her fork was now making its way to Randy's plate. The phone rang and Whitney picked it up.
" Hello… no Torrie I'm not in labor… Yes I do realize it's the due date… try again later."
"So, are you going to watch my match tonight?" Randy asked her as she hung up the phone.
"Are you planning to fall into any thumbtacks tonight?" She asked as she began to do the Sudoku puzzle in the newspaper.
"Not that I know of, I mean...it could happen, like it has in the past." He said, nervously scratching the back of his neck.
"Are thumbtacks going to be at ringside at all?" She asked.
"Yes," He responded quickly, forking some eggs into his mouth. "I'll try to steer clear of it." He told her.
"You better, I know how Chris Masters is, he's a dirty fighter, he's younger than you, and he hates he hates your guts." She told him
"Not that much younger, I'm twenty-five and he's twenty-three, it's not that much of a difference. Trust me babe, I'm going to beat the crap out of him." He reassured her. Just then, Whitney felt a pain rip through her and let out a little gasp, grabbing Randy's hand and squeezing it.
"What's wrong, are you going into labor?" He asked her excitedly.
"I think I just had a contraction, I wouldn't get too excited." She told him, Randy frowned and slumped back into the bed.
Later, Randy and Whitney walked into the L.A. Staples center, where Wresltemania 21 would be held. They went to Randy's assigned locker room, he changed into a pair of sweats and a white Nike t-shirt.
"I'm going to go down to the gym." He told her and kissed her lightly on the lips, before exiting the room. Whitney picked up her black Fendi spy bag, which went along with her turquoise dress with black lace lining the straps, hem and around the waist of the dress. She wore a pair of black Chanel pumps and pushed her Dior sunglasses up in her light brown hair before walking out. Whitney went down to catering and got a large bottle of Vitamin water and went to take a walk around the arena. She ended up sitting in the announcer chair and watching the crew put the ring together. Maria came and sat down next to her.
"Hey you," Maria smiled brightly at her little sister.
"He- ouch!" Whitney started.
"Oh, are you okay?" She asked.
"Yea, I started having contractions this morning, but they're jagged, I won't be getting rushed off to the hospital any time soon." Whitney stared at the ring.
"Are you scared about tonight?" Maria asked her.
"A little, I mean I know it's his job, but I don't want to see him get hurt." Whitney told her sister staring blankly at the ring.
"Randy knows what he's doing, stop worrying before you send yourself into labor." She told her.
"I don't see how you're staying so calm when your husband is going to be in a hell in a cell match tonight against Kane!" Whitney exclaimed.
"Trust me, it's not easy, but I have to." Maria threw her arms around Whitney's shoulder and hugged her close.
"Everything will be alright, I promise." Maria whispered to her sister.
"Funny," Whitney whispered.
"What is?" Maria asked her.
"That's what you said at mom and dad's funeral." Whitney stated, looking down at her stomach.
"You see, I'm never wrong, because look where we are."
X-X-X
Whitney had been sitting in the lounge, watching Wrestlemania 21, while playing Scrabble with , Kurt (who had already had his match earlier), Mike, and Adam. Whitney had not been anticipating Randy's match, she feared that he would break a bone or something.
"Whitney, it's your turn." Adam told her. She looked at her letter tiles and then,
"Ouch!" All three guys gasped. "O-U-C-H, ouch, that's ten point for me." Whitney said, all three let out a sigh of relief, Whitney was being watched like a ticking time bomb. The night went on, Randy's match was coming up, Whitney felt a pain in her stomach as he began to leave the room to go suit up for his match. Whitney's contractions had started coming within fifteen minutes of each other, but she didn't say anything, because there was really nothing to worry about until the contractions were coming in under five minutes apart. They continued to play Scrabble when Randy came back dressed in his gear. He knelt down next to her.
"Are you going to be okay?" He asked her.
"Yea, I'll be fine." She told him, and then another contraction hit her like a truck, she quickly gripped his hand, squeezing it tight and closing her eyes.
"It's okay, it's going to pass." He told her kissing her forehead. Whitney let out a sigh of relief as the contraction subsided. Randy looked her in the eyes.
"How far apart are they?" He asked, Whitney didn't want to throw him off before his match, so she lied.
"Twenty minutes," She told him. "Stop worrying and go beat the hell out of Masters." She told him.
"Can I have a good luck kiss?" He asked with a smile. Whitney pulled his face to hers, kissing him passionately on the lips, they broke apart and she pushed him towards the door. Whitney watched on the screen as Chris Masters walked out and stepped into the ring. Then, Randy's music hit and the crowd went wild. The ref took the World Heavyweight Championship belt from Randy, the bell rang as the two locked up. Whitney tried her best not to look at the screen as the match went on and the weapons started to come out. The contractions started to come faster. Whitney gripped the table as the contractions started to come faster. She looked up to the television in time to see Randy bust open Chris's forehead with a barbwire baseball bat.
"Hey, you okay?" Kurt asked her.
"Yea,"
"You don't look okay, how far apart are your contractions?" Mike asked her.
"About seven minutes," She said, and then all of a sudden, Whitney felt the rush of liquid in between her legs and let out a gasp.
"What's wrong?" Kurt asked.
"Holy shit, my water broke!" She exclaimed Kurt was on his feet in two seconds flat; he helped Whitney up from the table.
"I have to get you to a hospital." He told her.
"Wait, I can't leave without Randy." She said.
"Whitney, you are in labor, Randy can catch up after his match, but my number one priority is getting you to a hospital." He told her. Kurt Started to lead Whitney out to his car. Maria couldn't leave yet, so she made Candice go with Whitney and Kurt to the hospital. When they got there, Whitney was immediately taken into an examination room. They paged Doctor Stevens and he came down to the room about two minutes later.
"Alright Whitney, let's take a look." He told her. He examined her.
"Well, what's my status?" She asked.
"Well, you are indeed in labor, you cervix is dilated five centimeters already, we're going to move you into a private room until you are ready for delivery." He told her as a nurse came in with a wheelchair. Whitney was wheeled into another room with a television and two wooden chairs with cushion in it. About two minutes after Whitney got in the hospital bed, a nurse came and hooked her up to a pace maker and a machine that would monitor her contractions. Kurt and Candice were then allowed in the room. Candice sat down and took her hand.
"Hey, how are you?" She asked.
"Right now, I'm fine." Whitney told her and then looked at the monitor another contraction was coming up, a big one. Whitney felt the pain rip through her, Kurt took her hand so she could squeeze it, as Candice poured the crushed ice in a cup for her, with five centimeters left to go, it was going to be a long night.
x-x-x
Randy, had landed on the thumbtacks, again, for the second time in his career, he reversed Chris's DDT into a sidewalk slam and as Chris tried to get up, Randy hit him with a successful RKO, his back was screaming at him, but Randy quickly went for the pin, he hooked Chris's leg for the three count, picking up the win. He stood up as the crowd cheered wildly. The ref raised his hand as the winner, just then, Melina came running down to the ring as fast as her stilettos would carry her. She stepped in the ring out of breath, she stumbled forward into Randy, he grabbed her by the elbows to help her steady herself.
"Whitney…Kurt…hospital." Melina panted out. Randy's eyes widened.
"Wait, Melina slow down, now say that again?" He asked her.
"Whitney's water broke…Kurt and Candice took her to the hospital." Melina took a deep breath.
"How long ago?" He asked.
"About fifteen minutes ago, you better hurry." She told him. Randy was so happy that he kissed Melina on the cheek before sliding out of the ring. Melina looked down by her feet, Randy had forgotten his title belt. She picked it up and ran backstage. Randy didn't even stop at the clinic to get checked out, he threw on a t-shirt over his battered and bloody body, quickly unlaced his boots, put on a pair of jeans, slid into his Nikes, grabbed his car keys and ran out to the Hummer.
x-x-x
Candice had turned on MTV for Whitney.
"Oh look Whit; Two-a-Days is on, your favorite show." Candice was trying to keep Whitney focused on something other than her contractions. Whitney tried to focus on the show.
Meanwhile, Randy was speeding across Los Angeles, he hoped to god that he wasn't bleeding all over Whitney's seat, she would kill him, he could feel the blood seeping through his t-shirt and into his Nike fleece. He pulled up to the hospital, parking the car crooked, he ran around to the trunk and pulled out the suitcase and ran inside, clicking the car alarm as he ran. Randy took the elevator up to the third floor, the maternity ward. Randy walked fast up to the reception desk. The woman looked at him.
"Excuse me miss, can you please tell me what room Whitney Orton is in?" He asked completely out of breath. She typed in the computer.
"She is in room 315. Can you sign an autograph? My son loves you." She said. Randy stifled out a smile and signed the piece of paper. He didn't wait for her response before he went speeding down the hall to room 315, Randy opened the door. Whitney opened her eyes wide when she saw him standing there, blood dripping from his scalp.
"What happened to you?" She asked.
"I'm fine honey, we just need to think about you and the kids now." He told her, Randy pulled up a chair to the side of her bed, took her hand and kissed it. Whitney touched his bruised cheek and he winced a little. Randy took off the fleece and turned to put it on the back of his chair.
"Randy, what the fuck happened to your back?" Whitney said aloud.
"Thumbtacks," He told her quickly.
"Take your ass downstairs to emergency and get that looked at right now." She demanded as another contraction came around.
"Randy just go, we don't want you to pass out or something." Candice told him. Randy sauntered to the elevator, got checked out and came back. Randy sat next to Whitney and held her hand through the contractions, which were now only a mere two minutes apart.
"Come on Whitney, hold on, it's almost over." He told her kissing the back of her hand. Candice had put her hair in one long braid pulled off to the side. Little sweat beads had begun to form on Whitney's forehead. Drugs were beginning to sound very good. Dr. Stevens came back in.
"Let's take another look, shall we?" He said, Whitney raised her legs.
"How is she doc?" Randy asked.
"Whitney is ten centimeters dilated; we can move her to delivery. The transport bed was rolled into the room, Whitney was moved onto it and she was wheeled out of the room with Randy following close behind. Kurt and Candice went to the waiting room only to find John and Maria, John's head had been wrapped up and he had stitches across his knuckles on his right hand.
"Whitney is asking for you Maria." Kurt told her. Maria rushed down the hall after her little sister. As the minutes passed, Adam and Amy had come in, Johnny and Melina, Lindsay Lohan had even showed up.
In the delivery room, they had cut the top of Whitney's cervix instead of letting it rip so it would heal faster. Randy held Whitney's hand as the doctor prepped.
"Alright Whitney, I need you to take a deep breath and push." Whitney did so and began to push, it was a pain she had never felt before, it felt like she was being ripped in half. After about a half hour, the pain became too intolerable and she stopped pushing.
"Whitney, I need you to keep pushing." Doctor Stevens told her.
"I can't" She yelled.
"Whitney, come on push, I can see the head." Maria told her. Whitney closed her eyes and pushed, she pushed for another half-hour and then heard a cry.
"Congratulations, it's a boy." Doctor Stevens told them as a nurse brought the baby around in a blue blanket, he was crying because of the sudden cold, Whitney broke into tears when she held him in her arms. Randy rubbed soothing circles in the back of her hand and kissed her forehead.
"Hey Ryan," She said to the baby. Maria came around and looked at him. The nurse then took him away to be cleaned off.
In the waiting room, everyone sat around anxiously awaiting any news. Randy came in with doctor scrubs on, it had a tiny bit of blood smudged on the front, he had some tears in his eyes and was very sweaty.
"Well, what's going on?" Lindsay asked.
"So far, we have a son. He's eight pounds, seven ounces, he's got Whitney's eyes." Randy told them proudly. Everyone let out awe's and some clapped then a shrieking scream crawled through the hallway.
"Where the hell did he go! Get me the man that did this to me!" Whitney screamed, Randy looked out the door.
"I should go before she murders me." He told them and ran back to the room. Maria was holding Whitney's hand. Doctor Stevens instructed her to push. Whitney grabbed hold of Randy's hand and started to push.
"Wait, Whitney stop pushing immediately." Stevens told her, he sounded very alert.
"What's wrong? Is it the baby?" Randy asked.
"This is a breeched birth." He told them.
"Okay, in English please." Whitney asked.
"Dahlia is backwards, she's coming feet first. She's under a little stress." Stevens told them.
"The heart rate is dropping." One nurse told the doctor.
"What can we do?" Randy asked.
"You have two options, we could either do an emergency c-section, or I can turn her around." Whitney thought over the two, she didn't want to go under the knife if she didn't have to.
"Turn her around." Whitney told him.
"Okay, you're going to feel a great amount of pressure." He told her.
"Can we do anything to keep Whitney's mind off of it?" Maria asked.
"Just keep talking to her." Stevens told them.
"Whitney, do you remember the bank robbery?" Randy asked stroking her hand as Dr. Stevens reached in and started to turn Dahlia slowly.
"Yes, I remember." She told him, her voice strained a little as the pain set in.
"You were stuck in that bank for six hours, and you were so brave." He told her, pushing a couple hairs out of her face. "I need you to be brave right now, this will all be over soon, we'll have our kids, our two wonderful kids." He told her. Dr. Stevens turned Dahlia around so her head was going to come out first, but the pushing would have to be up to Whitney. Whitney was instructed to push the baby out, and after about another hour there was the second and loudest cry.
"It's a girl congratulations," Dr. Stevens told them again. Whitney was handed her baby, Dahlia looked up at her with the most beautiful pair blue eyes she had ever seen. Whitney's hair was matted to her head.
"It's over honey, it's all over." Randy told her as he kissed her on the forehead and then on the lips.