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Three weeks later
Lillian sipped her tea, quietly content to watch her friends coo at her newborn son. She still couldn't believe the little guy that had been kicking her only a month ago was lying so peacefully in his Aunt Trish's arms.
"You're so lucky, you have your mommy's eyes…yes you do…yes you do." Maria cooed at the infant.
"But he's got his daddy's way with the ladies." Lillian added as the little boy smiled cutely causing all the divas to let out a collective 'Awww'.
"What's that little ladies man doing now?" A voice asked from the doorway.
"Ames what are you doing here its only 11 am?" Victoria laughed looking at her watch.
"Believe it or not Vick but I am capable of saying no to John on occasion." The group turned silent, sceptically looking at each other before bursting out into laughter.
Amy shook her head, sure she wasn't reputed for turning up early or even on time to her breakfast meetings with the girls since she had gotten together with John but atleast she got there right? Taking a seat next to Lillian she rested her head dramatically on her friends shoulder. "Your dear son is too cute for words, I demand you hand him over."
"Sure, take him anytime between midnight and 5 a.m. he loves playing during those hours." Lillian replied. She could still remember the unbridled joy she felt holding him in her arms for the first time as Randy wrapped his arms around both of them. Her small family was perfect.
"Ames we've been thinking," Stephanie spoke up, pulling Lillian out of her thoughts. "Dad has been gracious enough to give us Friday night off," She said sarcastically while the others rolled their eyes at the mention of their frugal employer "And we've decided to give you a proper farewell."
"And by farewell we mean bachelorette party." Maria added.
"And by Bachelorette party we mean tequila and strippers!" Victoria cried.
Seeing the excited looks on her friends faces Amy couldn't help but laugh, "Tequila, strippers and a two week vacation! Who'd have thought getting married could be this much fun."
Meanwhile at the table across from them John shook his head as he turned back to his friends. "Did you hear them? Sometimes I think the girls are worse than us."
Adam and Carlito nodded in unison whilst Randy's head remained firmly planted on the table. Leaning forward John peered over at his friend "Randy? Hello?"
"Don't bother he's fallen asleep twice already," Carlito laughed "Lillians got him on night duty this week."
"Hmm maybe I don't want a baby so much anymore." John thought aloud.
"Huh? Baby? What about my baby?" Randy murmured against the table.
"Morning Randy, have a nice nap?" John laughed.
"Shut up, so what about my baby?"
"Nothing about your baby, dude you need to name your kid so you don't have to wake up every time someone says baby."
"Talk to Lillian about that, we'll pick a name and then an hour later she's changed her mind. Our baby's been everything from Robin to Juan-Carlos and that's only this morning!"
"It could be worse man, she could be surrounded by strippers and tequila a day before you get married." John replied sullenly remembering why he was annoyed earlier.
"They're talking about strippers and tequila around my baby?" Randy asked jerking his head up from the table. "God they're going to start corrupting him from now?"
"What's the worst that could happen? He could end up like you?" Adam laughed.
"HEY! I might have been a womanising, tequila slamming, gift from god but atleast I started at the appropriate age." Randy stated indignantly.
"10?" John laughed pessimistically, perking up slightly.
"12 and a ½ for your information." Randy sneered back.
"What about 12 and a ½?" The entire table of girls asked in unison before degenerating into fits of laughter.
"Grow up ladies!" John shouted across to them.
Amy stood in the centre of the hotel room nervously chewing on a nail as she looked over her bags.
"Calm down Red, you've got everything." John whispered from behind her as his arms found their place around her waist. Scanning over the items on the floor one last time she took a deep breath.
"I know, its just that we're getting married in five days and when I leave this afternoon the next time I'll see you will be when I walk down the aisle," She replied, the anxiety present in her voice. "I've never been married before, I don't know what I'm doing, what if something goes wrong? Should I call Adam? I think I'll call Adam he's done this like a billion times already." She asked still biting her nail unconsciously.
"Honey, stay away from the phone. So what if it all goes wrong? I'll still love you and one way or another we'll get married. Don't forget this is my first time too," He smiled loving the way she seemed to lose all sense of rationality when it came to the wedding. "C'mon" He said simply as he pulled her with him onto the bed behind them, "I wanna spend some time with my girl before she becomes my wife and hates seeing me happy." Seeing the smile playing on the side of her lips he knew he had succeeded in lifting her mood.
"Oh yeah, what exactly do you wanna do during this time?" She asked coyly as she placed her hand on the side of his face.
"Well do you remember the first time we." He began as he let the hand that had been resting on the small of her back drop down and pull her further onto him as he nipped playfully at her neck.
"I was drunk so I can't say I do." She replied with a smirk still playing with the stubble under her hand.
John tilted his head to the side and nodded, "True, but do you remember the second time we."
"Oh I remember, I also remember getting blackmailed," She stated raising a finely plucked brow. Yet she couldn't help but think back to that moment, she had tried her best to seem defiant but one touch from him sent shivers across her sensitive skin and weakened all her defences. She could still remember his kisses, their urgency and need. It was almost as if he was afraid it would never happen again. His kisses always managed to intoxicate her to the point of rampant willingness to comply with all his desires. John watched her eyes darken as she replayed the scenes in her mind. Feeling the emotions he felt that night revisit him he turned over pinning her under him. Amy looked up temporarily taken from her thoughts, as his eyes took in her beauty. She could see the withheld desire threatening to unleash itself at any moment as he willed himself to wait a little bit longer.
"I loved every minute of it." She whispered looking directly into his icy blue eyes before he gave up all restraint and claimed her lips with his in a kiss she had not felt in quite some time. She submitted to his need as his lips claimed her fiercely. Whimpering softly as his mouth slid over the silky skin of her neck. He stopped momentarily to attack her nape; sinking his teeth into her, he marked her as his own. Pulling away slightly he admired his work before kissing a trail between her breasts. Knowing her weaknesses he let his teeth graze her nipple slightly, feeling smug satisfaction envelope him as she arched her back hoping to maintain contact with his mouth. He loved teasing her, especially during these moments when she was at her most vulnerable with him. Sensing his momentary pause Amy decided to take advantage of the situation, catching him off guard she wrapped her legs around his waist and flipped him over. Seeing the surprise on his face she sent him a wink, he wasn't the only one that knew his way around the bedroom.
Three hours and much much more flipping and pinning, Amy lay exhausted next to John. "Why am I leaving again?" She asked as her chest rose and fell rapidly.
"So that we can get married." John replied equally as out of breath.
"Do I have to?" She rolled lazily over and laid her head on his chest.
"Would I ever let you get away from me for a week if it wasn't for something important." He wrapped an arm possessively around her waist, he didn't even have to think twice about it.
"I'm going to miss that." Amy remarked casually.
"Miss what?"
"This arm," She responded placing her hand over his larger one and entwined their fingers, "Whenever you're around me, its around me. How am I meant to sleep while I'm gone without it?"
"Awww don't worry soldier, you're tough." He said using his free hand to brush the hair away from her face.
"That's true, I guess I could just get a temporary replacement while I'm gone." She replied trying her best to sound contemplative and hide the smile that was forming on her lips.
"Excuse me?" John exclaimed, sitting up and pulling her with him, "I did not just have mind blowing pre-marital sex with my future wife to keep her mind from straying when those god damn strippers come around to her bachelorette party for nothing! I'll cut off my arm right and give it to you before I let you have a temporary replacement!"
Laughing Amy straddled his waist, "Well then get to cutting because I'm leaving at 7." She said before attempting to leave only to have him hold her in place.
"Aye you can't just come and go whenever you please." He commented about her mounting and dismounting of him.
"And what's it going to cost me to get off," She asked, before realising what she had just said much to John's amusement. "You know what I mean loser!" She laugh hitting the arm that had once again found its place on her waist.
"You need to pay what you owe Red." Leaning down she let her hair cascade over them as she brushed her lips against his. Feeling his hand behind her head press her further into him she felt herself succumb to his will. Once again.
In the next room Lillian stepped out of the shower smiling to herself when she caught sight of the figures on the bed infront of her. Curled into his fathers chest laid her baby, sound asleep. Underneath him Randy laid with a protective hand on his son with the other under his head. Tip-toeing across the room Lillian picked up the digital camera on the table, taking a few shots she noticed Randy's eyes flicker open.
"Hey Daddy." She whispered as she walked towards him.
"Ya know there was a time when I got turned on by hearing that." He whispered back with a smile as Lillian gently picked up the sleeping bundle from his chest to let him get up.
"I remember that time." She replied in mock thought.
"Nice wasn't it?" He asked sounding in as much thought as she was.
"Better now though." She said indicating to the infant on her shoulder.
"Much better, so do I get my son back or are you gonna keep him until the last second before you have to board with Ames?"
"What do you think?" She smiled as she held her baby tighter, "I'm so worried about leaving him though." She confessed.
"I won't use him as a football if that's what you're worried about." Randy replied rolling his eyes.
"It's not that," Lillian laughed quietly, "It's just, I can't describe it, I just feel like its too soon. When he's not with me I feel like I've lost a big part of me until the next time I see him."
"It's not too late for you to take him with you Babe, the only problem is that he can be pretty damn vocal about his needs and you'll be busy with Ames."
"I know," She exhaled deeply "I guess I'm gonna have to stick to the original plan." Randy wrapped his arms around her tightly.
"It's going to be okay Lilo," He whispered placing his head on her shoulder, he smiled slightly noticing two tiny blue green eyes looking at him from Lillian's other shoulder. "Squirt you're giving your mum hell." He stated eliciting a delighted squeal from the youngster.
"Is my baby boy awake." Lillian cooed holding him out infront of her.
"Remember when we babysat Aurora Rose?" Randy asked as he made faces at his son from over her shoulder, much the same as he did with the future heir of the McMahon Empire.
"God it seems like an eternity ago." Lillian mused.
"It was the night I fell in love with you."
"Yeah but its how long it took you to realise that, that I love." She laughed.
"Ok so I was a little slow on the uptake, but you Lilo were even slower so there!" He responded defiantly.
"What, do my ears deceive me? Are you comparing your teeny tiny brain to my award winning mind?"
"Its not quantity its quality." Randy stated indignantly.
Lillian stifled a laugh "Do you think Daddy has any idea how much smarter I am?" She asked her son as he desperately reached for her hair.
"If you're so smart why is our son still nameless?"
"Because…OW!" She began only to have her son yank the portion of hair he had curled his tiny fingers around.
"Seeee Lilo! I don't think he appreciates your indecisiveness much either! Infact, what's that son? You think I should get some alone time with mum so she can pay me back for putting up with her?" He asked dramatically bringing his ear closer to his son. Flashing Lillian a triumphant smile he soon became acutely aware of a sudden wetness on his ear. Standing up straight he looked down at the infant staring up at him. "Son, Daddy's ear is not for chewing."
Much to Lillians pleasure.
"I'd rather he attack my indecisiveness than use me as a chew toy." She commented.
That night Randy held his wailing son at arms length. "What is it? I've fed you, changed you, played with you, sang you every damn lullaby written, read you all your books, what do you want?" He asked desperately, seeing his son reaching out just as he was earlier that day for Lillians hair he brought the bundle closer. "You want my hair? Is that it?" holding him up closer to his head he let his sons tiny fingers pat his hair. Suddenly silence filled the room. Just as all seemed right again, he heard the familiar sound of his son beginning to cry yet again. Letting out a frustrated groan Randy tried his best to calm him down.
"He wants his mum Dumbass." Looking up Randy saw John standing in the doorway.
"How do you know?"
"Second of five brothers, I know a thing or two about crying kids."
"So what do I do Lilo's in St. Barts with Ames?"
"Simple," John replied walking into the room and heading for Randy's suitcase "Have you got anything of Lillian's in here?"
"Uh yeah I should have one of her 'Randy's girl' tops in there." Pulling it out John brought it to the infant in Randy's arms. Touching it cautiously a few times he pulled it towards him, holding it tightly as he yawned. The crying had ceased. "Dude, how did you do that?"
"The shirt smells like Lillian, it makes him think she's nearby." John explained.
Laying his son gently down onto the middle of the bed Randy ran a tired hand through his hair.
"You look dead man."
"I feel it, I got no sleep last night then we had that house show during the day and now that Lillian's gone its going to get harder."
"I can watch him for a while if you want, you can go get a shower and some sleep I'll have him back to you by 4am, hows that sound?"
Randy stopped to consider it for a moment. "Are you sure? I mean he looks cute now but he can be real handful, and don't you need to sleep too?"
"Yeah it's fine, and now that Ames isn't here I kinda have a heap of extra time until 4am"
"Why 4am?"
"We're usually up that late." John replied smugly as Randy shook his head.
"Doing what I don't wanna know." He said walking into the bathroom.
Hearing the shower turn on John looked down at the restless package on the bed, "Hey weren't you asleep a minute ago?" Reaching down he picked up Lillians top and draped it over his shoulder, resulting in the fourth generation superstars face contorting in preparation for a very vocal protest. Quickly he scooped him up and laid him against the top. Content in his current position the infant laid against the older mans shoulder calmly. "Wanna go visit the guys? Yeah me too."
Walking down to Adams room he knew the majority of the other superstars would be there. Knocking on the door he was surprised to be greeted by Charlie Haas with a bundle similar to his own on his shoulder. "Jackie's with the Divas I'm 'spending quality time with the child I helped create." He said with a roll of his eyes.
"I'm giving Randy the night off." John replied with a laugh. Placing both infants down onto the bed John turned to see Carlito and John Morrison sitting in the floor infront of the television with gaming controls in their hands. On the screen stood their respective personas about to do battle in the ring. This night was going to be easy he thought.
Two hours later John sat infront of the screen battling Adam in the finals of their level. Above the cheering and trash talking, "John move your kid!" Was suddenly heard from an impassioned Charlie Haas.
"In a minute," He replied reverting back to the response he had used growing up.
"No now, your kid is flirting with my baby girl!" Hearing his irrational demand John paused the game and looked back.
"He's only a month old, how can he be flirting with your little girl?" Curiosity overwhelmed the remaining superstars as they gathered around the two infants.
"Yeah he's flirting." Carlito confirmed, taking one look at the bright smile Randy's son was giving baby Kayla. The other superstars nodded in agreement.
"You're all crazy," John exclaimed. "He probably doesn't even know he's doing it."
"He doesn't have to! Its in his blood!" Charlie cried.
"He is Randy's kid" Adam thought aloud. At that moment Randy's baby reached towards baby Kayla only to have Charlie swiftly pick her up.
"Oh no you don't!" Shaking his head John looked at Charlie.
"Is this what having a girl does to you?"
"Hey, if you had a little girl as perfect as mine you wouldn't want just anyone putting their hands all over her." He said staring directly at the remaining baby on the bed.
"What makes you think he wants Kayla that bad huh?" John asked feeling slightly annoyed, "I bet she's just a booty call."
"BOOTY CALL! Are you saying he could do better?" Charlie shouted.
"Hell yeah he could!" John replied picking up Randy's son. The tension was increasing within the room with every passing moment when finally the laugh Carlito was attempting to stifle slipped out. Both men turned to look at him.
"Sorry guys but look at yourselves. They can't even speak and you're jumping to conclusions. It's kinda, no it's very funny!" Said between laughs.
Amy and Lillian stepped out of the baggage claim their eyes scanning the crowd for Amy and Johns mothers. "Found them." Amy grumbled.
"Is that dread I hear?" Lillian teased
"Only because my mothers here" Amy took a deep breath and plastered a fake smile onto her face "3…2…1…Hey Mum!" she cried wrapping her arms around the petite woman infront of her.
"I've missed you so much!"
"I've missed you too mum." Looking past her, her eyes met with Carols as they shared a silent joke. Amy had never been close to her family, partially because of her brothers' anger management issues, her fathers' inability to comprehend her character and her mothers' determination to believe that everything was perfect even when they were anything but. It had meant that she had spent most of her life trying to find a substitute for family elsewhere. At first it had been in the punk scene, within the walls of the dingy clubs her favourite bands performed in. She loved the feeling of being surrounded by people who felt a common affinity to the things she did. Then when she began to wrestle, she fell in love with the camaraderie shared by the wrestlers. She spent every waking moment with them partaking in something they all loved, it was then that she met the Hardy brothers. They provided her with her first real insight into how a close-knit family operated. Now with John she had finally come in contact with someone she could see herself establishing a family of her own with. Parting with her mother she walked into Carols arms.
"How are you Sweetheart?" She whispered into Amy's hair.
"Tired, stressed, missing John, the usual symptoms." She laughed.
The four women made their way to the awaiting cab. Amy once again felt herself slip into her own thoughts, the beautiful landscape of Saint Barts confirming to her why she chose to have her wedding there. Resting her head on the window she thought of what John might have been doing at that moment, she smiled softly as she remembered how he begrudgingly picked up her bags at the hotel casting her heartbroken glances as he dragged them out of the room. Never in her life had she met anyone so melodramatic, although when it came down to it he was anything but. Everything between them was real and she loved that about him. There was no room for delusions and promises that never amounted to anything, she felt a shiver involuntarily run down her spine as she recalled how it felt to be under his gaze at times. When they had only just become a couple the entire roster had been called in for a meeting, afterwards she stood in the centre of the room chatting to Adam and Trish. Her eyes caught momentarily with Johns as he stood at the other end of the room, the intensity of his stare made it so hard to look away. It was only later when she sat in the comfort of Trish's hotel room that she realised how obvious their attraction had been to the rest of the room.
It still baffled her that he had managed to keep his feelings from her for so long before they got together, yet the more she thought about it the more blatant it became. He would always arrive early to her dressing room, and proceed to crack jokes about her hair, make-up, attire anything just to get her riled up. Then when she was at her angriest he'd walk over making sure to get nice and close enough for her to get somewhat distracted then deliver a cocky line about her unending lust for him. Just in time for Adam to walk in and stop her before she tore him apart. Thinking about it now one of the things that contributed to her anger towards him was the fact that John in all his annoying glory was still sexy as hell. There was no way she could ever deny him that, but she always saw him as the type to take up with a blonde airhead that would spend all day hanging off his muscles. She knew better now. Closing her eyes she felt herself drift off into a land where she had never left the hotel room bed and the seatbelt around her waist became Johns protective arm.
Reaching the hotel Lillian looked over at her bestfriend, she seemed so peaceful it seemed somewhat cruel to wake her up the way she intended to she thought to herself. Shrugging her shoulders she continued with her plan anyway. Opening a tiny sachet of mustard she had found in her handbag she waved it under Amy's nose, she stifled a laugh as she saw her friend crinkle her nose and turn away in disgust. Taking a small drop she placed it onto Amy's upper lip 'there's no escaping now!' She watched in childish amusement as Amy tried her best to get away from the smell. After a few moments she opened an eye.
"If there is mustard on my lip I'm giving you three seconds to start running." She growled, annoyed to be drawn out of her satisfying dream by the smell of the worlds worst condiment.
Lillian blinked innocently at her friend before scrambling for the door of the cab and shooting out past Carol and Christie (Amy's mum) who were standing outside wondering what the Latina was in such a rush for. Exactly three seconds later the redhead flew out of the car wiping her upper lip furiously.
"Honey," Her mother spoke up cautiously "What's wrong? You have a little something just…there." She said pulling out a tissue and wiping the yellow dot away. Seeing the way the two older women were staring at her not to mention the people passing by Amy couldn't help but laugh. She knew she deserved it, for giving Lillian a mascara moustache and matching goatee whilst she slept on the plane ride over. But if she had ever learnt anything from John it was that the first person to fall asleep on a flight is not allowed to complain about to way in which the remaining person entertains themselves. After hearing Amy's explanation Lillian had commented that she had never met a couple more perfectly matched in their immaturity. Amy liked to think of that as a compliment.
Reaching their rooms Lillian decided to call Randy whilst Amy, Carol and Christie got settled into their rooms. Checking her watch Amy decided to wait another hour before calling John, she still had to unpack and get a few things together before she went to bed. She didn't know who had started this tradition but whenever she was away from him she would always call him an hour before she went to bed, they would end up talking until she eventually drifted off to sleep. Sitting on the end of the bed she lay back, staring at the blank ceiling above her. As a child she had moved house many times and every time she found herself without friends and entertainment she would search for patterns in the walls and ceiling to cure her boredom or markings that gave away some information about the previous owners. Nowadays she did it to distract herself from whatever was on her mind and currently that was John. She never considered herself the type to get so hung up over a guy or even take one back that had hurt her the way he had in the past. But here she was. Hearing a knock at the door she didn't bother to get up "It's open." She called out expecting her mother to walk in.
"Cracked the code yet?" Carol asked entertained by the way Amy was staring so determinedly at the ceiling.
"Oh hey," Amy replied sitting up, before feeling her head spin causing her to fall back again. "I'd get up but the room is spinning" eliciting a laugh from her future mother in-law. "What's up?"
"Not much, just wanted to see how you were and have one last big talk before we get swept up in the wedding preparations."
"God it's going to be so full on this week isn't it?"
"And by the end it'll be all worth it."
"That's true, although it's not the preparations I'm worried about for some reason I'm more concerned with John and I. I mean after all we've been through getting married should be the easiest thing but I've realised I don't know the first thing about marriage."
Carol smiled softly, "Do you think I knew anything about marriage before I met Johns father? I came from an era when girls were taught that kissing a boy got you pregnant so you can imagine how prepared I was for marriage." She paused slightly thinking back to her youth. "I think the main thing that John and I had in our favour was that we were both in it together and we never had any secrets." Hearing that Amy began chewing in her bottom lip. "Secrets destroy marriages."
Amy exhaled hesitantly as she tried to regain her composure, "Carol…I have to tell you something but before I do I need you to promise me you won't say a word to anyone especially not John." She knew she would have to tell John eventually but at the moment she had a feeling Carol would understand why better than anyone else.
"Of course, I promise."
"It's about Matt."
