Pairings: None
Author's Note: Here's chapter #3.. Enjoy :D
Disclaimer: I only own Aundrea

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Chapter 3

"New Girl?"
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Present Day; 4 Months Later

Aundrea rolls over in bed and grabs her ringring cell phone off of the pillow next to her. She opens the Black Sidekick and sees that it's her brother calling her. "David, what do you want?"

She looks over at the clock on her nightstand and groans at the time; 2:17 am. "I talked to Randy."

Those four little words ignited so many feelings inside the young woman, as she sat up in her bed, wiping the sleep from her eyes. "What did he want?"

"He's begging, yea, Randy Orton is begging me to let him see you."

"You said no, right?"

"Drea-- you have to talk to him." She shakes her head, even though she knows the older man wouldn't be able to know. Aundrea reaches over onto the nightstand next to her and grabs her glasses, and slowly slipping them on, before letting out a soft yawn.

"David Michael Bautista, please tell me you said no!"

"Of course I did, don't worry." Aundrea lets out a sigh of relief as she leans back against the headboard with the phone still to her ear. "Even if I said yes, he wouldn't remember in a matter of hours."

"That's what I hated about him. He says he doesn't drink alot, and that he never gets drunk, yet almost everytime you've called me lately it's to tell me something stupid he's done, while he was shitfaced."

"Get this one. Some chick came up to him tonight, and knowing Mr. Orton he would have all over him, but he kept telling her how he has a girlfriend."

Aundrea throws the duvet cover off of her as flicks the lightswitch next to her bed, turning the dim lights in her room on. She makes her way across the bedroom, fixing her pajama pants as she goes, as she pulls down her Batista "The Animal" t-shirt. She flips the lightswitch outside of her door in the hallway as she takes the stairs down into the kitchen.

Aundrea turns the lights on in there, illuminating the country-style kitchen. "And this this new girl of his?"

"When asked about it, he said you."

"Is this why you're calling me, cuz if it is, its a stupid idea, cuz its 2 in the A.M., and its obvious he's lying. I haven't seen or spoken to him in 4 months. And I truly don't plan on speaking to him for a while, at least a few weeks after the baby's born."

"Speaking of neice or nephew, did you go to your doctor's appointment the other day?"

Aundrea pours the freshly made coffee into a large blue coffee mug. "Yea, and guess when I'm due." She mixes in as packet of sweet n low, as she grabs the mug by the handle and walks over to the table in the middle of the kitchen. Drea takes a seat, and takes a sip of her coffee as she lifts her feet up and rests them on the wooden bar arounf the bottom of the table. "January 20th."

"That's two days after my birthday."

A slight smile makes its way across Aundrea's lips, as she takes another sip of her warm coffee, just about one of the only warm things in her Washington D.C. home in the first few days of November. "Aren't you excited, Uncle Dave?"

"Yeah, that's great, Drea." She leans back in her chair, and bites on her lower lip because she can tell by Dave's tone with his last statement that she's in for a nice lecture from her oldest sibling. "I want you to come to Smackdown this week. I wanna catch up with my ltitle sister in person, other than 2 am phone calls."

"You want me to talk to Randy."

"No, everyone misses you, Drea.

"I can see right through you, David. I'm not blind, I might be pregnant, and fat, but I'm not blind. You know how obvious it is that I'm 7 months pregnant, and yet you want me to go to Smackdown and face my ex-boyfriend and the father of this child. It's hard enough talking about him, that I can't face him."

She taps her fingernails on the kitchen table as she gets cut off by Dave. "Randy won't be there. He's leaving today for 10 days of press in Australia. His dad will be with him, so you don't have to worry about that.

"Fine, if you want me to go out so bad, you can book my flight." Aundrea smirks a little bit as she picks up her coffee mug, taking a small sip.

"No problem.. I'll get you a flight to Omaha on Sunday, and then we leave for Denver on Thursday."

"Okay, that gives me--," she looks at the door of the food closet in the kitchen to the calendar on the door. "-- a day to pack. I bet you think is funny, David. You're hilarious. We might have to go shopping on Sunday."

"I figred that. Listen, sis.. I'm gunna let you and the little one go to sleep. I'll book a flight later today and I'll email you the details. Night Drea, love you."

"Night Stud. love you too." Aundrea hangs up her cellphone as she finished off her coffee, before walking back upstairs to bed.

Once inside her bedroom, she walks over to the mantle, which is placed about the fireplace. She grabs a picture fram from about 8 years ago, Aundrea and Randy at Randy's Senior Prom, the year before hers. She traces the framework as memories of that night flood her mind.

Flashback

Aundrea slowly saunters down the staircase in the front hall of her parents home in Washington, D.C. Dressed in a lavender spaghetti strap floorlength prom dress, with 2 sets of criss crossing crossing her almost bare back, Aundrea smiles down at Randy, who back them what he was wearing was very very dressed up for him; a black dress suit, white dress shirt and a lavender tie to match Drea's dress.

Dave leans back against the doorway from the living room, as he smiles up at him youngest sister. She pulls a little curl out of her face, one of the two in front acting as bangs, since her hair was pulled back in curls with little glitter clips.

At the bottom of the stairs, Randy takes her hand as they pose for a few pictures at the bottom of the staircase before leaving for one of the best nights of their lives.

End Flashback

The picture slowly slips out of Drea's hand, as it lands on her stomach, and just stays there as Aundrea slowly drifts off to sleep in the chair in the corner of her bedroom.

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Author's Notes: this is what I was trying to explain her hair in the flashback: http/ you liked this chapter.. Don't forget to Read and Review .. I'm working on a new story at the moment as well, and I'll let y'all know when I'm done with the first chapter..

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Author's Thanks:


April Orton: want some real stories that'll make ya cry: search JenLea (I've cried reading almost all of her stories lol)

WWE Chain Gang Babe: No, but flashbacks will be thrown in there every now and then, I can't control myself lol