AN: Ummm...I updated. Go me! Oh, I should mention now that I am an idiot. Usually I am a stickler for detail, but as I was looking over some of my notes I realized that my summary for this story is wrong. Alex and Randy slept together the night of their senior prom, not when Randy came back from the Marine Corps. I'm not going to write a new summary, but I thought I would let everyone know. And while I'm not thrilled with this chapter, I realized that I haven't updated it in forever, and I needed a swift kick in the ass, really, LOL. But I figure if Lissa (Exist2Inspire & Stratusfaction) can juggle 11 stories (and they are good, so go read them), I should be able to handle four. I think :)
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"Mommy?" RJ got no response, so he climbed up on her bed. "Mommy, wake up!" He sighed and went out into the living room, where Randy was sitting on the couch. "Hi Randy."
"Hey big guy, wanna watch some cartoons?" He patted the spot next to him, and RJ climbed up.
"K." About an hour later Alex came shuffling out of her room. She plopped down in the chair across from the couch and groaned.
"I feel like shit." RJ's eyes widened.
"Mommy you said-" Randy covered RJ's mouth and chuckled.
"I don't think she's feeling well RJ." He got up and felt Alex's forehead. "You're burning up."
"Duh."
"And irritable. Though that's pretty normal." Alex's eyed narrowed and she tossed a pillow at him.
"If I felt better I would smack you. Hard." She dragged herself out of the chair and sat down next to RJ. "Whatcha watchin baby?"
"Spongebob."
"Big surprise." They watched in silence for awhile before Randy's grumbling belly interrupted. Alex laughed and headed for the kitchen. "We do have food Randy."
"Hey, you're the hostess." Alex rolled her eyes and started pulling stuff out of the cupboards.
"Right. Like you wouldn't just go grab something." A sheepish grin crossed Randy's face.
"Well, yeah, I would. I'm just lazy."
"Again, duh. Pancakes?"
"Al, you're sick. You don't need to cook for me."
"Randy, sit. You are completely contradicting yourself you know."
"Yeah, but then I sound better for not asking you to cook." Alex poured some batter into the skillet and hopped up on the counter to wait.
"Just stop talking. Or better yet, find out if RJ wants some of these, or if he wants something else." Randy jokingly saluted and went back into the living room. He came back with RJ on his shoulders, and they started getting plates and such out of the cabinets. "I'll take that as a yes?"
"Pancakes, right buddy?" Randy asked RJ.
"Yeah, sounds good." RJ got off of Randy's shoulders and sat where Alex was on the counter.
"What did you do Randy just pick him up and bring him in here?"
"Yeah."
"You didn't have to drag him away from his show."
"Watching Spongbob for too long can cause brain damage Al, trust me. I Work with guys who do that."
Alex couldn't help it, she had to giggle at the image of wrestlers watching Nickelodeon. "Like who?"
"Promise not to say anything?"
"Randy, who would I tell?" She asked as she brought everything to the table.
"OK, I guess I can tell you." He took a bite and chewed slowly.
"Well don't stall!"
He swallowed and laughed. "Fine, fine. Would you believe me if I told you that both John Cena and Brock Lesnar do?"
Alex laughed so hard she was having a hard time getting her breath. "You have got to be kidding me!"
Randy shook his head. "Not kidding. When we were working house shows and dark matches when I was on Smackdown I would room with either of them and I got stuck watching that every damn morning."
"Wow."
"Yeah." They ate in silence for a few moments, allowing Randy to gather his courage to ask her out. "So, what are your plans for tomorrow?"
"I open in the morning, have a class from six to seven-thirty, then I was coming home. Why?"
"I thought maybe we could see a movie, grab something to eat."
"If I can find someone to watch RJ, then sure."
"I called Becky at work earlier, and she said she would since she has the night off."
"Well aren't we just Mr. I think of everything."
"Yes I am. RJ, is it okay if you go with Aunt Becky tomorrow?"
"Yeah Randy is ok." He mumbled around a mouthful of pancake. "I go watch more cartoons now?"
"Sure baby," Alex said and took his plate to the sink. She was a bit surprised at how easily the "Aunt Becky" had slipped from Randy's mouth, but she wasn't going to say anything about it. The phone rang, breaking Alex out of her thoughts. "Hello?"
"Hi Lexi, it's Dad."
"Hi Dad, what's up?"
"Are you available for a meeting tonight?"
She sat back down at the table next to Randy. "What kind of meeting?"
"I'll tell you when you tell me if you're available. Mom already said she would watch RJ for you."
"Then I guess I'm available. But only if I don't have to get dressed up."
"Well, it'll be here at the office, but you can wear whatever you want."
"Alright, I'll be there. What time?"
"Is around seven alright with you?"
"That's fine Dad, I'll see you then. Bye."
"Bye Lexi."
Alex hung up the phone, and she and Randy went back into the living room. "RJ, how mean would I be if I asked you to go Grandma's tonight?"
"Not mean mommy. I like goin' to Gramma's."
"OK, sweetie." He turned his attention back to the tv, and Alex looked at Randy. "There went my plans to veg all day."
"What did your dad want? Not that I'm being nosy or anything," he quickly added.
"Right, you not being nosy? He wanted me to come to the office for a "meeting"."
"A meeting?"
"Yeah, I'm a little confused myself. The last time he did that I was a gopher for the entire summer."
"And you were also 13."
"True, but I know he's up to something."
"Are you going to work for him when you graduate?" Alex's dad owned McGill Financial Services, one of the most prominent investment firms in the country.
"Most likely. I know it's not cool to get a job just because of who your dad...is...never mind," she finished when she realized what she said.
"It's ok Al, that doesn't bother me. I know I originally go my contract thanks to my dad, but I've busted my ass to get where I am now."
Alex smiled sheepishly. "Sorry about that. I know you busted your ass Randy. And I intend to bust mine."
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"Hi Marie, is my dad in his office?" Alex asked her father's secretary later that evening.
"Yeah hon, go ahead on in."
She gave the older woman a smile. "Thanks Marie." Alex knocked lightly on the door before entering. "Hi Dad."
"Lexi," her dad smiled and gave her a hug. "Please, have a seat. How are you?"
"I've been better," she responded as she looked around his office. It was decorated in hunter green, with his desk and shelves being a deep mahogany. Alex had always loved being there. "So, what did you want to talk about?"
"I have an offer for you."
"I had little doubt that you did," she quickly replied. Edward had been trying to get her to start working there since she graduated high school.
"Just hear me out Lexi," he almost pleaded. She nodded, so he continued. "Karen Andrews has decided to leave our company, and I want you to replace her."
To say Alex was shocked would be putting it mildly. "Dad, there is no way! She's a junior VP, and I am nowhere near that. I'm still in school!"
Edward held his hand up in defense. "I figured you would say that, so I have a back up. Robert Wagner, I don't know if you remember him, but he is one of our best brokers, and is deserving of a promotion. How about if after we promote him, you work with him as an assistant, just until you get through school, and then when you graduate, I'll make you a vice president. Deal?"
"I don't know Dad, I'm happy with work right now. I'm making a decent living for RJ and myself."
Edward laughed. "You think you're making a decent living? Long days, where you are constantly on your feet, constantly away from RJ, and benfits that could hardly be described as acceptable?"
"Gee, don't glamorize it any Dad." Edward gave her a look and leaned back in his chair.
"I'll more than double your salary, pay the remainder of your tuition, waive the in-house daycare fee, and give you an extremely flexible schedule so you can take more classes, and spend more time with RJ."
"You already pay my tuition, Dad," Alex said with a bit of a laugh.
"I know, but it sounded good. What do you say?"
Alex thought for a moment before nodding. "I'll take it."
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"Mommy?" RJ got no response, so he climbed up on her bed. "Mommy, wake up!" He sighed and went out into the living room, where Randy was sitting on the couch. "Hi Randy."
"Hey big guy, wanna watch some cartoons?" He patted the spot next to him, and RJ climbed up.
"K." About an hour later Alex came shuffling out of her room. She plopped down in the chair across from the couch and groaned.
"I feel like shit." RJ's eyes widened.
"Mommy you said-" Randy covered RJ's mouth and chuckled.
"I don't think she's feeling well RJ." He got up and felt Alex's forehead. "You're burning up."
"Duh."
"And irritable. Though that's pretty normal." Alex's eyed narrowed and she tossed a pillow at him.
"If I felt better I would smack you. Hard." She dragged herself out of the chair and sat down next to RJ. "Whatcha watchin baby?"
"Spongebob."
"Big surprise." They watched in silence for awhile before Randy's grumbling belly interrupted. Alex laughed and headed for the kitchen. "We do have food Randy."
"Hey, you're the hostess." Alex rolled her eyes and started pulling stuff out of the cupboards.
"Right. Like you wouldn't just go grab something." A sheepish grin crossed Randy's face.
"Well, yeah, I would. I'm just lazy."
"Again, duh. Pancakes?"
"Al, you're sick. You don't need to cook for me."
"Randy, sit. You are completely contradicting yourself you know."
"Yeah, but then I sound better for not asking you to cook." Alex poured some batter into the skillet and hopped up on the counter to wait.
"Just stop talking. Or better yet, find out if RJ wants some of these, or if he wants something else." Randy jokingly saluted and went back into the living room. He came back with RJ on his shoulders, and they started getting plates and such out of the cabinets. "I'll take that as a yes?"
"Pancakes, right buddy?" Randy asked RJ.
"Yeah, sounds good." RJ got off of Randy's shoulders and sat where Alex was on the counter.
"What did you do Randy just pick him up and bring him in here?"
"Yeah."
"You didn't have to drag him away from his show."
"Watching Spongbob for too long can cause brain damage Al, trust me. I Work with guys who do that."
Alex couldn't help it, she had to giggle at the image of wrestlers watching Nickelodeon. "Like who?"
"Promise not to say anything?"
"Randy, who would I tell?" She asked as she brought everything to the table.
"OK, I guess I can tell you." He took a bite and chewed slowly.
"Well don't stall!"
He swallowed and laughed. "Fine, fine. Would you believe me if I told you that both John Cena and Brock Lesnar do?"
Alex laughed so hard she was having a hard time getting her breath. "You have got to be kidding me!"
Randy shook his head. "Not kidding. When we were working house shows and dark matches when I was on Smackdown I would room with either of them and I got stuck watching that every damn morning."
"Wow."
"Yeah." They ate in silence for a few moments, allowing Randy to gather his courage to ask her out. "So, what are your plans for tomorrow?"
"I open in the morning, have a class from six to seven-thirty, then I was coming home. Why?"
"I thought maybe we could see a movie, grab something to eat."
"If I can find someone to watch RJ, then sure."
"I called Becky at work earlier, and she said she would since she has the night off."
"Well aren't we just Mr. I think of everything."
"Yes I am. RJ, is it okay if you go with Aunt Becky tomorrow?"
"Yeah Randy is ok." He mumbled around a mouthful of pancake. "I go watch more cartoons now?"
"Sure baby," Alex said and took his plate to the sink. She was a bit surprised at how easily the "Aunt Becky" had slipped from Randy's mouth, but she wasn't going to say anything about it. The phone rang, breaking Alex out of her thoughts. "Hello?"
"Hi Lexi, it's Dad."
"Hi Dad, what's up?"
"Are you available for a meeting tonight?"
She sat back down at the table next to Randy. "What kind of meeting?"
"I'll tell you when you tell me if you're available. Mom already said she would watch RJ for you."
"Then I guess I'm available. But only if I don't have to get dressed up."
"Well, it'll be here at the office, but you can wear whatever you want."
"Alright, I'll be there. What time?"
"Is around seven alright with you?"
"That's fine Dad, I'll see you then. Bye."
"Bye Lexi."
Alex hung up the phone, and she and Randy went back into the living room. "RJ, how mean would I be if I asked you to go Grandma's tonight?"
"Not mean mommy. I like goin' to Gramma's."
"OK, sweetie." He turned his attention back to the tv, and Alex looked at Randy. "There went my plans to veg all day."
"What did your dad want? Not that I'm being nosy or anything," he quickly added.
"Right, you not being nosy? He wanted me to come to the office for a "meeting"."
"A meeting?"
"Yeah, I'm a little confused myself. The last time he did that I was a gopher for the entire summer."
"And you were also 13."
"True, but I know he's up to something."
"Are you going to work for him when you graduate?" Alex's dad owned McGill Financial Services, one of the most prominent investment firms in the country.
"Most likely. I know it's not cool to get a job just because of who your dad...is...never mind," she finished when she realized what she said.
"It's ok Al, that doesn't bother me. I know I originally go my contract thanks to my dad, but I've busted my ass to get where I am now."
Alex smiled sheepishly. "Sorry about that. I know you busted your ass Randy. And I intend to bust mine."
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"Hi Marie, is my dad in his office?" Alex asked her father's secretary later that evening.
"Yeah hon, go ahead on in."
She gave the older woman a smile. "Thanks Marie." Alex knocked lightly on the door before entering. "Hi Dad."
"Lexi," her dad smiled and gave her a hug. "Please, have a seat. How are you?"
"I've been better," she responded as she looked around his office. It was decorated in hunter green, with his desk and shelves being a deep mahogany. Alex had always loved being there. "So, what did you want to talk about?"
"I have an offer for you."
"I had little doubt that you did," she quickly replied. Edward had been trying to get her to start working there since she graduated high school.
"Just hear me out Lexi," he almost pleaded. She nodded, so he continued. "Karen Andrews has decided to leave our company, and I want you to replace her."
To say Alex was shocked would be putting it mildly. "Dad, there is no way! She's a junior VP, and I am nowhere near that. I'm still in school!"
Edward held his hand up in defense. "I figured you would say that, so I have a back up. Robert Wagner, I don't know if you remember him, but he is one of our best brokers, and is deserving of a promotion. How about if after we promote him, you work with him as an assistant, just until you get through school, and then when you graduate, I'll make you a vice president. Deal?"
"I don't know Dad, I'm happy with work right now. I'm making a decent living for RJ and myself."
Edward laughed. "You think you're making a decent living? Long days, where you are constantly on your feet, constantly away from RJ, and benfits that could hardly be described as acceptable?"
"Gee, don't glamorize it any Dad." Edward gave her a look and leaned back in his chair.
"I'll more than double your salary, pay the remainder of your tuition, waive the in-house daycare fee, and give you an extremely flexible schedule so you can take more classes, and spend more time with RJ."
"You already pay my tuition, Dad," Alex said with a bit of a laugh.
"I know, but it sounded good. What do you say?"
Alex thought for a moment before nodding. "I'll take it."
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