A/N: I'm really, really sorry if I haven't updated this fic for a really, really, really long time. I have been on a writer's block on this fic and finally, I sat down and wrote something. Anyway, this chappy is kinda short, but I promise to update it again this weekend…I hope you like this chappy, and please don't forget to review! :-) Thanks to all those people who reviewed this story and I hope you won't get tired of this fic!

Randy looked up from his suitcase as he heard the doorbell ring. He was packing his things for his flight to New York the next day to attend his daughter's graduation. He went down to the living room and answered the door.

"Hey, P.J.," he said as he saw the young man standing there. "You guys all set for our flight tomorrow?"

"Yeah," P.J. said as he went inside the Orton's house. "Anyway it's just me and mom and dad. I don't know with Uncle John and Uncle Matt, though."

Randy smirked at P.J.'s last statement. He knew his friends too well, and after spending more than twenty years with them on the road, he knew that they were arguing with their wives over what and what not to pack.

"I doubt it," he said. "So, P.J., what brings you here?"

"Umm…I actually wanted to talk to you about something," P.J. started to say.

"Why don't we talk in the kitchen?" Randy interrupted as he led him to the kitchen. He opened the fridge and grabbed the beers and handed one to him. "So, what's up?" he said as he took a sip from his can.

P.J. just stared at his can. Boy, this is tough. "Amber's graduation is two days from now, right?"

"Yeah," Randy said in a duh tone.

"And you know how much I love Amber," he continued.

Randy just nodded.

"And I want to ask you permission, for your daughter's hand in marriage," he finally said.

Randy almost choked on his beer. "Marriage?" he said.

"I know, it's a shock…" he started to say.

"Damn right it is!" Randy said in disbelief.

"But I really thought about this, and I really love her. And I promise I will take good care of her," P.J. assured Randy.

"But what about her career? She hasn't even started her career yet and now, she's gonna start a family?" he said.

"Actually, I want to wait, until she's already established with the position my mom offered her for RAW," P.J said.

"You really thought about this, haven't you?" he said to the younger man. He just nodded. "How old are you, 25?"

"Yes and I perfectly understand if you think we're both too young but…" he said.

"I got married to Amber's mom when I was 24," Randy interrupted. "And I know the feeling of being so in love. Hell, I'm still in love with Trish up to now. I guess I have no choice but to give you my consent," he said as he put his hand in P.J.'s shoulder. "Just take care of her, or I'll rip your head off, and I don't care if you're a McMahon heir and your dad's one of my best friends."

"Agreed," he said as he hugged his father-in-law to be.