A/N: I'm so sorry that I haven't updated in ages. I've been away and when I got back, I haven't had time to update. But now, since I've got a little time to myself, I'm gonna be extra nice and give you guys a double update! And remember, read & review. By the way, I had to alter some swear words because my computer changes them.
And I only own Frankie... so please don't sue me.
Chapter 3: Sick Day.
The next week went well. And of course, another week – another city. Randy and John decided to just get one hotel room and split the cost because John's hotel room last week was empty for the whole time. Frankie didn't mind that her father and her Uncle John were seeing each other. She didn't mind seeing her daddy and John in the same bed either.
"Oh sh!t. Were we drunk last night, or just me?" Randy asked as he sat up in his bed, beside John, who was just waking up. Looking down the bed, Randy noticed Frankie sleeping at the foot of the bed.
"You were definitely drunk. You passed out then Frankie couldn't sleep, so I had to stay up until she got to sleep," John explained. "When was the last time you got wasted?"
"Dunno. All I know is that it was sometime before Frankie was born. And since I brought her up, I never touched anything alcoholic for years." Randy was now out of bed and waking up his daughter. "C'mon kiddo, time to get up."
"Well Mr. Orton, you've became a lightweight since you've never had a beer in years," John teased as he got his clothes on.
"Daddy, what's da time?" Frankie asked whilst wiping the sleep from her eyes.
"Uh... 12.25. Whoa, that's late for you, huh?" Randy said before going into the bathroom for a shower.
"So, did you sleep well little lady?" John asked, lifting Frankie onto his lap. She just buried her head into John's chest. Only then did he notice that the young girl was crying. "Babygurl, what's wrong?"
"Don't feel good." Tears stained the little girl's face, her nose was running and her eyes were very red and puffy.
"Tell Uncle John what's hurting." He could feel Frankie pulling his shirt and using it to wipe her eyes and nose.
"My tummy." John had never seen Frankie ill before. The worst he had to cope with was a scraped knee. He had no idea how to help Frankie with this, so he decided to get the professional.
"Frankie, I'll go get daddy, he'll know what to do. Ok sweetie?" Frankie just nodded her head as she was lifted back onto the bed.
John went into the bathroom as he knew Randy never locked the door. He tried shouting to Randy but he was beaten by Randy's horrible singing, so he did the best thing he could do to get his attention. He flushed the toilet. The water went ice cold, and Randy screamed like a little girl before turning off the shower. "John! What the fcuk are you doing?" Holy crap, he's so... fine, John thought after seeing Randy, naked and dripping wet.
"Your little lady needs you. She ain't feeling too good," John explained, not taking his eyes off Randy and 'Randy Jr.'. Randy quickly put a towel around his waist and left the bathroom.
Frankie was lying on her side, curled up, crying silently. Randy sat beside and got her to sit up.
"Sowwy daddy," Frankie mumbled but Randy had no idea why she was apologizing, then he noticed. She had thrown up down the side of the bed. It wasn't pretty.
"Hey, it's ok Kiki. It was an accident, you didn't mean to do it there," Randy comforted his little girl. "Come on, you go get changed and daddy and Uncle John will clean this up."
"Ok." Frankie got some clothes and went into the bathroom while Randy and John cleaned up.
"You really liked what you saw, huh?" Randy said to John as he took off the bed sheets.
"What are you talking about?" Pretending wasn't John's strong point. He just plain sucked. So Randy could tell instantly that his boyfriend was lying and that he did like seeing Randy naked.
"Cena, you're an awful liar." He said to John. "Since Frankie's not well, I'm just gonna stay here tonight."
"Thought you would, but you better be cheering on me." John said whilst trying to clean the carpet.
"I will be Uncle John." Frankie had just came out the bathroom, wearing a white wife beater that was way too big for her and pink sweatpants.
"Thanks babygurl. At least I'll have my favourite little lady backing me up," John said, lifting her up into a hug. "You feelin' better?"
"Wittle bit," Frankie answered, putting her arms around John's neck and leaning her head on his shoulder.
Hours later, the room was clean, John was away and Randy and Frankie were watching Raw. Half-was through, Frankie had fallen asleep on her father's lap.
John's match went well. He defeated Mohammed Hassan but when he was about to go to the locker room, Chris Jericho attacked him from behind, then Christian came to get a piece of John.
"You alright John?" Randy asked as John came into the hotel room.
"Yeah, just hurts a little. Nothing that a little ice can't help," John reassured him but then winced in pain as he tried to sit down.
"Ok, I'm gonna run you a nice, hot, bubble bath."
"Dude, bubble baths are for chicks."
"Well I've had them before and am I a chick? No. Now stop whining," Randy instructed as he went into the bathroom and started running the water.
"Well... here goes nothing."