Disclaimer: Like I've said before I don't own anything.
Notes: Takes three years after Shower Mishap. Just a short story I thought ya'll would like.
Pairings: Randy/Lita, John/Trish and a few more.
Summary: Three years have passed since the little shower incident. Now Randy is ready to tell the woman he loves, he loves her. But can he? or will everything just go completely wrong?
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Prologue
Randy Orton lied back against the bed. His blue eyes glaring up at the ceiling, a smile playing on his lips. Today was the day. If everything went right...then he'd be able to ask her. There was no denying it. He loved the woman. He'd be damned if he let her slip through his fingers. The third generation superstar had everything planned out for this evening. His smile widened at the thought of her beautiful face.
"Yo, Randy you in there?" The superstars' attention fell to the door. He sighed, getting up from his bed to open the door.
"Hey John."
The brown haired wrestler smirked, patting the younger man on the shoulder. "Ya ready?" he asked as he stepped into the hotel room.
The self-proclaimed Legend Killer ran a hand through his hair. "To tell you the truth. I'm afraid."
John couldn't help but smile. "Hey man. I know how you feel. I was nervous when I finally got the nerve to ask Trish." His smiled widened at the thought of his blonde haired wife. "Now look at us."
Randy rolled his eyes good naturedly, "Yeah...still crazy as ever."
"Wouldn't have it an' other way." John took a seat on the couch. "So how ya planning to do it?"
"That's none of your business." the brown haired wrestler smiled.
John rose a hand to his heart, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "That hurts. And I thought I was your best friend."
Randy scoffed as he took a seat opposite of his friend, "So I thought."
Cena rolled his eyes, "Ya going to tell me or what?"
He shrugged, "Just taking her out to a nice dinner. Then I have everything set up so I can take her for a little night under the stars. I know how much she loves taking walks on the beach."
John leaned back, "You know Ames doesn't like all that traditional shit." Randy nodded as the brown haired wrestler continued, " How ya plan to get her all dolled up?"
"Trish said she'd help me out." Randy said, glanced at the shorter wrestler.
"Ah so that's why neither one of 'em is here."
Randy nodded, "Trish agreed to keep Amy out while I figure everything out. And you my dear friend, you're gonna be helping me."
"I'm not asking the girl to marry you."
Randy frowned, "I didn't want you too. I just need help figuring out what to say."
John shook his head slightly, "Man, that's something you've got to figure out yourself. It's gotta be something from your heart."
The dark haired man frowned as he leaned back, arms crossed. "Some friend you are."
John rose his hands up in a defensive manner. "Chill. I'm just tellin' you. She's your girl. If I were you I'd be callin' Jeff or Matt about now."
An eyebrow rose in question. "Why would I want to do that?"
John ran a hand through his hair. "Well they are her best friends. They know her the best."
The third generation superstar sighed. "Man, I think this is the first time I'm actually scared of something."
John laughed.
Randy's eyes narrowed, "Like you weren't?"
John nodded, "'Course I was. I kept thinkin' like she'd say no or I'd screw up so badly she wouldn't want to marry me." He smiled, "But then it turned out all good. I asked her and she said yes, you know the rest."
Blue eyes widened. "Shit, what if she does say no? Or I make a complete fool of myself?"
"Dude...what happened to my friend? The one who was always confident. Especially when it came to the ladies."
"Just...there's something different about her. I mean seriously, this is the longest relationship I've been in."
John laughed, "I know. Three years."
Randy smirked, "Yeah. I don't want to lose her. I...love her."
John opened his mouth to speak but the ringing of Randy's cell phone stopped him. The third generation superstar excused himself, picking up the phone.
-X-
"Talk to me."
"Hey hon."
His smile widened, "Hey baby. What's up?"
"Nothing. Just out with Trish."
'I know' He thought to himself. "Having fun?"
The redheaded Diva laughed, "As much fun as I can have when with the some times bubbly blonde."
"Hey! I resent that." He heard Trish exclaim from somewhere near the redhead.
Randy couldn't help but laugh. "We're still on for tonight right?"
"You bet. I wouldn't miss it. I mean it is our three year anniversary."
"Good girl. Now don't forget. Dress nicely." He could just image her face falling into a little pout as those words escaped his lips.
"What's wrong with the way I dress?"
"Nothing. I love the way you dress. It's just that this is place is a bit fancy. So dressy you know."
"But honey-" she whined.
Randy sighed, "Amy...you promised."
The woman sighed in defeat. "Yeah I know. We're only going to be here for two more hours and then I'll be back to get ready. Where do you want me to meet you?"
"I'm picking you up."
"Okay, see you in a few hours. Bye hon."
"Bye babe"
-X-
John frowned slightly. "Why haven't you told her?"
Randy waved him off, "I'm telling her tonight."
John smiled. Randy stood from his seat, moving to his bedroom.
"Oh John just to let you know. Stay away from the restaurant tonight, ok?"
"I don't even know where your takin' her."
Randy smiled, "Good. Then I won't have to worry about you spying on me."
John rolled his eyes, "I don't spy."
Randy laughed before directing a glare at his best friend. "Sure so thats why I kept seeing your ugly mug every time I turned around when I took Amy on that cruise."
"Ain't mah fault Trish wanted to go on that Disney cruise too."
"I'm sure. Just don't spy ok?"
"Fine." John huffed, crossing his arms.
Randy's brow rose. "You planning on stay here or something?"
"Man that's harsh. Trying to kick me out"
"Just asking."
"I got nothin' better to do. Trish is out with your girl."
Randy shrugged. "Well, I'm going to take a shower. Don't cause to much damage."
"You act like Imma blow up the room or something."
"With you anything is possible."
John glared at the retreating form of Randy Orton.
Randy sighed as he exited the shower. A towel wrapped tightly around his waist. He could hear the beats emitting from the living area of the hotel room. The man shook his head. 'I bet he fell asleep again.' It was common for John to come visit Randy whenever Trish left the brown haired wrestler to spend some time with the girls'. And every time, he'd fall asleep on one of the couches in the hotel room.
He walked into his bedroom, glancing at the clock on the nightstand. 'An hour left to go.' Randy smiled, he was getting more and more excited with each passing second, yet he also couldn't help but shake the nervousness that was currently running through his body.
Something could happen between now and that time. Randy mentally slapped himself. No he can't think like that. Everything will go perfect. He'll tell the girl he loves her and then ask her to marry him. It's that simply. So what if he was only 28 years old. He knew he wanted to be with this woman and he'd be damned if he let anything get in the way of that.
Randy moved swiftly around the bedroom. He dressed in a finely pressed black Armani suit. The third generation wrestler smiled at his reflection. 'This it.' He stuffed a black velvet box into the suit pocket. Now he had to do was be patient until he went to pick her up at 6.
"Excited?" Trish asked, as she put the finishing touches on Amy's hair. The red locks were pulled up into a neat bun, pinned securely. A few strands curled to cascade down the redhead's back. Little butterfly clips complimenting the style.
Amy smiled, "I'm always ready when it comes to him."
Trish's brow rose, "Are you going to tell him?"
The redhead's smile slowly disappeared as she sighed looking down to her hands. "I don't know. I mean I want to but I'm afraid he might not feel the same way."
"You've been together for three years now. He hasn't looked at another girl since." At the pointed look from the redhead, the blonde Canadian corrected herself. "Okay so maybe he has, but you can't blame him. It's in men's nature to look at other woman."
"You're not helping his cause any Trish." Amy said, frowning as her arms crossed over her chest.
The pregnant blonde laughed softly, "Sorry, but I still think you should tell him you love him." Her hand shot up to her stomach. "Oh" She winced slightly, a soft smile coming to play on her lips.
Amy turned to her best friend, "You okay?" Trish nodded, "The baby kicked." She said happily. Her hand reached out for the redheads, placing it over her swollen stomach.
The extreme Diva smiled, "John must be proud."
Trish beamed, "I think he's more excited then I am. I don't think that's possible but you should just see him. Won't let me do a thing. He treats me like I'm going to break or something."
The girls' shared a laugh.
"Well at least he's taking good care of you. If not then I'd have to give him little pounding."
The blonde hugged her redhead friend tightly. She glanced at the clock. 5:50.
"Well, Ames. Looks like lover boy will be arriving shortly. All you need to do is apply your lipstick and your set."
Trish smiled as her friend hurried to the bathroom, being careful to not trip while attempting to run in high heels. She was exciting for her two friends. Amy especially. The poor girl had no clue what was planned for her this evening and she was in for quite the shocker.
A sharp knock interrupted the blondes' thoughts. "Coming." The blonde made her way to the door. Opening it slowly. "Randy. My don't we look charming." she said smiling at the nicely dressed man.
Randy smiled charmingly at the woman. "Hey Trish." He bent down planting a friendly kiss on her cheek. "How's the baby?"
"She's good."
The dark haired wrestler laughed, "John's set that it's a boy."
Trish frowned placing a hand on her stomach. "Nope, it's most certainly a girl."
Randy nodded, "Is Amy ready?" He asked, glancing behind her for any sign of the redhead.
"She just applying some last touches." Trish turned away from the man to call to her redheaded friend.
"I'm coming." Came the softened reply.
Randy watch, eyes widening as the woman made her way out of the bathroom. She wore a strapless black evening gown that fitted her body perfectly. The dress had two slits that ran down the length of her dress, to reveal well formed legs. The dress showed everyone of her delicious curves. He released the breathe he had been holding.
"Amy...wow." He looked the woman over once more. "You look stunning."
A light rose tint came to the woman's cheek. She didn't know why she was suddenly feeling so nervous. It was simply an anniversary dinner with the man she been dating for three years now. The man she loved. Yet even now, he can make her feel like a giddy love struck school girl.
"See Amy I told you he would love the dress."
Amy scowled at the blonde playfully. "Don't you need to go find your husband?"
Trish's brow rose slightly glancing between the two. She opened her mouth to reply when it hit her. "Right. I'll leave you too alone now. Have fun!" she chirped happily before leaving the room.
Randy stared into her hazel depths, licking his lips unconsciously. "Ready to go?" He asked softly, offering his arm to the beautiful woman before him.
Amy smiled happily accepting the offered arm. "As I'll ever be."
Final Notes: I hope you liked it. Read and Review please! Thanks.