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A few weeks later:
"Paul Michael Levesque!" Paul rushed out of his room with his bare feet hitting the carpeted floor. He walked to the head of his stairs.
"How'd you get in here? Mom..." Paul walked down the steps to find his parents and Stephanie's parents. "Vince, Linda, Mom...Dad...do you know what time it is?"
"Paul, don't be silly...it's nearly one and you're sleep?" Vince chuckled.
"Is that any way to say hello to you're parents, baby?" Pat asked walking toward him.
"Hi mom." He kissed her cheek.
"Where's Steph?" Linda asked smiling.
"She's sleep..." Paul answered walking into the kitchen and everyone followed. "Not to be rude but why are you here?"
"Vince and Linda called us and said you had some news." Paul Sr. informed his son.
"Oh...I'll go and get Steph." Paul smiled walking up the steps. Paul walked in his room to find his wife laid across their bed, she looked so innocent. "Steph, wake up..."
"I'm not getting up 'til twelve." Stephanie mumbled.
"Babe, it's past twelve and my parents are downstairs waiting to know the big news." Paul said. Stephanie quickly sat up.
"Your mom and dad?" Stephanie asked.
"Yes...my mom and dad." Paul repeated her. She stood up and grabbed a robe.
"Down stairs?" Stephanie mumbled walking into their bathroom. "I haven't seen them in a while." After she washed her face they both walked down stairs to find that Linda and Pat had started breakfast and Vince and Paul Sr. were reading the newspaper. "Hi guys."
"Steph, you look so beautiful." Linda said while hugging her.
"Thanks mom." Stephanie said as she continued hugging everyone.
"Made you breakfast." Pat smiled.
"Thanks." Stephanie said eating a piece of bacon.
"So, tell them the news, Steph." Vince urged.
"Yeah, can't wait to know." Paul Sr. smirked.
"We're having a baby." Paul blurted out and Stephanie smiled at him. "What? You got to tell the whole WWE didn't you?"
Much later at Trish's house:
Trish looked in the mirror and tried to fix her hair and make it perfect. She smiled at her reflection finally pleased at what she saw. Trish glanced at the clock and frowned. It was 6:20 and there was no site of John Cena. "Maybe I'm overreacting...we're supposed to be meeting at 8 and he should be here." She heard 'Headsprung' blasting by LL Cool J. Trish walked over to her window and pushed the curtains back. John pulled up her driveway bopping to the rhythm of the beat. "This man is gonna make me kick his ass..." Trish said making her way down her steps. Before he could ring the doorbell she pulled the door open and starred at him and he starred back.
"Hey babe." He moved in and kissed her cheek. "What's wrong? You seem so...tense. Can I come in?"
"You're not wearing that!" Trish frowned.
"Why not? I look perfectly fine!" John said. He was wearing blues faded jeans and a jersey.
"We are going to meet my parents and you only get one chance to make a first impression." Trish screeched. She folded her arms across her chest and narrowed her eyes.
"I'm a loveable guy, Trish...I have like, no flaws." John smirked at her.
"Come..." Trish said pushing her out of the door.
"Where are we going?" John asked annoyingly.
"Shopping..." Trish said grabbing his keys. "Let's go, Cena. Hurry." They walked out to his car and she started driving. John glanced at her and knew he could spend the rest of his life with her. She glanced at him and frowned. "What are you looking at?"
"Just you, momma." He smiled at her.
"Momma?" Trish asked. "Yeah, that's cute." She chuckled. He turned the radio up and started singing to her.
"There's always that one person that will always have your heart you'll see it coming cause your blinded from the start. Know that you're that one for me, it clear for everyone to see. Ooh baby..." John sung to her and she blushed and started to go along with him.
"I don't know about ya'll but I know about us and uh, it's the only way we know how to rock. I don't know about ya'll but I know about us and uh, it's the only way we know how to rock." Trish giggled.
Stacy's house:
"Who does these belong to?" Stacy turned around and looked at her mother holding up a pair of Randy's boxers. She didn't mean to, but she blushed. Even though she was grown this was still sorta embarrassing. Stacy regained her slumped composure and smiled.
"They're Randy's." Stacy answered boldly. Mrs. Keibler nodded slowly with a small frown displayed on her face.
"I thought you two broke up." She said walking over to Stacy. She threw Randy's clothes in the colored pile, they had been doing laundry.
"Well, we did, ma." Stacy said almost gulping. Why did her mom have the sort of power that made her appearance look so intimidating, when she was so sweet?
"And his clothes are still here?" Mrs. Keibler asked pushed herself up on her toes to get a bottle of Tide.
"We got back together, ma, I told you that already." Stacy said picking at her shoelaces.
"But why is his clothes here again?" Mrs. Keibler questioned.
"'Cause he's my boyfriend." Stacy said a little annoyed.
"Oh, he doesn't live here...does he?" She asked almost afraid of what her daughter was gonna answer.
"No mother..." Stacy answered.
"And how many years younger than you is he?" Mrs. Keibler walked around her daughter and started to load clothes in the washer.
"Ma, we're both 24." Stacy said getting tired of this.
"No, Stace, you're turning 25 soon...October 14th, baby do you really want a man younger than you?" Her mother asked standing in front of her.
"I'm seven months older than him...so what...and Trish is older than John." Stacy said thinking about that. She never really thought about age, she thought of it as being just a number.
"Oh yeah? How many years?" Mrs. Keibler asked organizing Stacy's counter top.
"Two, actually. She's 28 now but she'll be 29 by the end of the year and mom age isn't anything but a number, right?" Stacy asked. "We went over this the first time I told you about Randy, didn't we?"
"Hey Stace...I'm here." Randy's voice echoed through the house. Stacy's eyes lit up.
"He has a...key?" Mrs. Keibler asked.
"Mm hmm." Stacy nodded as she unfolded her legs and stood up. "We're doing laundry." Stacy yelled. Randy walked in a few seconds later with a smile on his face.
"Hi Mrs. Keibler." Randy kissed her cheek.
"Hello, Randy...well I'm gonna get going, Stace." Mrs. Keibler smiled headed towards the door of the room.
"Wait...I'll be there..." Stacy said to her mother. "Can you finish separating the clothes? Thanks Randy, love ya." Stacy kissed his cheek and walked out of the room with her mother.
"Thanks a lot, Stace." Randy mumbled as he picked up her jacket. He started to check her pockets and he was at shock at what he found.
"You look like you've seen a ghost." Stacy chuckled. He smiled at her.
"Marry me." Randy whispered.
Thanks for reading. Small update before school...again. (lol) Please review, it's greatly appreciated. The song is by Usher and Alicia Keys, if you were wondering. Kee-kee