EPILOGUE:
Five years later...
Stacy was busy baking a cake, as it was Randy's birthday. After making sure that the oven was set to the right temperature, she placed the chocolate-flavored batter inside before taking off her kitchen mittens and washing her hands.
Suddenly, she heard the screeching sound of the school bus outside their house as she ran out to greet her daughter.
"Hey Riley!" she called out cheerfully, opening her arms up for the cute, little five-year old. Holding her lunchbox and with a backpack worn securely behind her, she ran towards her mom.
"Mommy, mommy!" she called back in her tiny voice, wrapping her little arms around her mommy's neck. "Mommy, some kid was making fun of me today. She said I was different 'coz I was adopted." She told her.
Stacy furrowed her brows at this. "No, that's not true, honey. You see...you're not different. You're special." Stacy explained to her.
Riley grinned back, exposing all of her baby teeth. "But what does 'adopted' mean, mommy?"
"Adopted comes from the noun adoption. Adoption is when you grow in your mommy's heart instead of growing in your mommy's tummy."
Riley's grin grew even wider. "Really? Is that how much you love me?"
Stacy smiled back. "Yes, dear. That's how much I love you."
Riley hugged her once again as they both entered the house.
"Daddy!"
"Hey! It's my little girl!" Randy exclaimed, scooping Riley up in his arms and carrying her.
"Happy birthday, Daddy!" Riley greeted, giving her dad a kiss on the cheek.
"Thanks, sweetie." He smiled, giving her forehead a kiss.
"Daddy, daddy. Look what I got you." Riley spoke as Randy placed her down on the ground. She got her backpack, unzipped it and pulled out a piece of paper with a drawing on it. "Mrs. Spence told us to draw a picture of our family. Look at it, daddy!"
Both Randy and Stacy eyed the picture in awe. Drawn messily on the paper by a five-year old's hand were the three of them in a park, complete with a tree, a sun and clouds. And up in the clouds, two angels were drawn resting on them: one was a blonde and the other had dark colored hair.
Stacy took a glance at Randy and smiled before turning back to Riley. "Riley, baby, who are these two people resting on the clouds?" she asked.
"Oh...those are my guardian angels, mommy. They watch over me all the time. Sometimes, I even dream of them. And they told me they watch over you and daddy, too." Riley replied in her innocent, naïve voice.
Stacy could only smile again, taking hold of Randy's hand. "Really? Well can you tell us some more of your guardian angels?" she queried her daughter as the three of them headed towards the living room with Riley leading the way. Randy kissed Stacy's forehead while listening to their daughter speak.
"Sure, mommy! Well, it's like this...the one with—"
END
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A/N: There! It's done! Hehe! I hope you guys liked this story. It's sort of short, I know. And I'm really sorry to all the Torrie and Billy Kidman fans out there. It's all just part of the story. I mean no harm! Sorry again! Anyway, please review! Thank you! And please keep the Randy/Stacy fanfics coming! I just can't get enough of them. I just looove to read them! Hehe! And writing them, of course. Hehe! ;-)