Disclaimer: I only own Amanda. Everyone else owns themselves. Heather owns Gavin too however. Vince McMahon won't return the calls on owning the Superstars, so I still don't have my birthday or Christmas presents.

A/N: Okay, I know that Randy had his shoulder surgery in Birmingham, but in this story, Dr. Andrews is going to make a house call of sorts, and he'll go to St. Louis and do Randy's surgery. Simply because this is my story, and they go where I put them. Also, big shout outs to my friend Aaron for helping me a lot on this chapter.

Chapter 21

Heather and John

"Gavin's biological father is HHH." She said, trying to gage John's reaction, by the unreadable expression on his face. "John" Heather said tentatively, she reached over and touched his arm lightly. He pulled away and stood up, looking at her, he started pacing.

"Please tell me you did not just say what I think you said? Tell me that this is some kind of joke you thought that I might find funny?" John asked, his pacing not relenting. This was news that could destroy everything he loved, if it were to get out. Hell, he wasn't even sure himself if he could deal with what Heather had just told him.

"I wish I was joking. I mean, I love Gavin more than life itself, I just wish it was a different man…" Heather started, the tears rolling down her cheeks, afraid of the thought of losing the only man she has ever loved. "John, please, I don't want to lose you. Don't let this change how you feel about me, or Gavin. He loves you so much, I don't want him to go through this kind of pain." Heather said, before breaking down.

"It doesn't change how I feel about you. I'll admit I'm totally floored by this. So Levesque has no idea about Gavin?" John asked going back over to the bed, and pulling Heather into his arms.

"No, I woke up the next morning, and it was pretty much like what a one night stand is. I went my way, and he went his. Hell, the bastard didn't even say a word to me that morning. I guess I could have gotten a hold of him somehow, but you know how many girls out there would say that HHH is the father of their child?" Heather asked, leaning into John's embrace, thankful that it wouldn't be the last time she felt his arms around her.

"We'll get through this sweetie. Don't worry I swear to you on my life, I will not let anything happen to you or to our son. What do you think about going back to the mean streets of West Newbury with me this week? I can show you and Gavin off to everyone, I mean I have bragged about you to just about everyone. My cousin Trademarc, well Marc, has something for Gav, and plus this will give us a chance to get away for a few days." John suggested, pulling the covers back over them.

"Alright, sounds like a plan to me. Right now though, I just want to go to bed, and forget all about Paul Levesque, and the fact that he's the father of my child." Heather answered, placing a kiss on John's lips, and wrapping herself up in his embrace. What neither of them knew however, was that someone had heard this conversation and was already thinking of ways to let this 'secret' out.

Jamie and Tyson

Jamie had been sitting in the same spot she had occupied for the last 4 days, and Tyson had yet to show any type of improvement. Dr. Stevenson tried to lift Jamie's spirits by telling her that his body is still trying to recuperate from the accident, and that he should wake up anytime. His brain activity hadn't declined any, so that was one good sign. He had been moved out of ICU the day after Wrestlemania, and Jamie would not leave his side. The rest of her friends had gone back to their homes, Amanda had offered to stay behind with her, but Jamie had told her to go ahead to St. Louis with Randy, and be with him after his shoulder surgery. Laying her head down next to his hand, Jamie started to fall asleep. After what she thought was 15 minutes, she felt someone starting to stroke her hair.

"Tyson?" She asked, sitting up quickly and seeing the brown eyes she had missed for what felt like forever.

"Hey Princess, what happened? I feel like I've been hit by a Mack truck or something." Tyson asked, trying to get into a comfortable spot in bed.

"Well you're sorta half right. We were on our way back to the hotel from the club Saturday night. You asked me if I wanted to walk back, since it was such a nice night and all. I went to give you a kiss, and before I realized it, there was a car heading towards us, and you shoved me out of the way, before I could get hit. Tyson, I realized something I want to be with you. These last 4 days have been complete and total hell for me. It's my fault you're in here, but I want to be with you, and date or no date, this is what I want." Jamie said, and for the first time since this happened, she was smiling.

"Princess, don't blame yourself. I know who did this, and I will get payback on them. Now about you wanting to be with me. Are you sure this is what you want? You didn't just think of this because of what has happened? I'm not trying to talk you out of it, but I want to make sure that it is for the right reasons. I don't want you to get hurt anymore." Tyson said, looking up into Jamie's hazel eyes.

"What does this tell you?" Jamie asked, leaning down and kissing Tyson, first on his forehead, before moving down and capturing his lips in a passion filled kiss. They were interrupted when Dr. Stevenson came in, and cleared her throat, smiling at the young couple. Tyson even had to bite back the laugh he had, when he saw that Jamie's cheeks turned red with embarrassment of getting caught making out, by the doctor.

Amanda and Randy

"See, I told you it wouldn't be that bad." Randy joked, as he and Amanda walked into his apartment, after getting back from dinner with his family.

"I never said it was going to be bad dear. I mean, I did meet your family at the Hall of Fame ceremony Saturday night." Amanda answered smartly, poking Randy in the ribs and heading towards his bedroom. "You still need to pack for the hospital?" She asked sitting Indian style on the bed, watching as Randy slowly grabbed a gym bag from the closet.

"Yeah, I'll do it now I guess. I just wish I didn't have to leave you by yourself for 3 days. You should have let your sister come up with you, I won't mind." Randy said looking over at Amanda with a loving expression on his face, as he started putting stuff he would need for the hospital into his bag.

"Randy, I'll be fine. I mean, it's not like you're going off to war. You're just having a simple shoulder surgery repair, although, if I was you, I'd want to know why they couldn't get it right the first time. I mean, this doctor is supposed to be what, one of the world's best? Now here you are, 3 years later having to go through this all over again." Amanda said, somewhat of an annoyance to her voice.

"Sweetie, it was the right shoulder the first time, and they did get it right." Randy said, chuckling before continuing. "Anyways, I thought you were always watching Raw and Smackdown, you should have known this." He finished, raising his eyebrow, ala Rock.

"Yeah, I did. I also would get highly annoyed when you would interrupt a match I was actually enjoying for those RNN reports. Majority of the time though I wasn't looking to see which shoulder had a sling on it. When I did watch those reports I was too busy staring at you." Amanda mumbled the last part pretty fast, hoping Randy wouldn't catch it. Hearing the deep laughter coming from across the room, Amanda looked up, and shot Randy a death glare. "What?" She asked, trying to sound mean and pissed, but was almost failing miserably.

"Nothing baby, want to help me finish packing?" Randy asked, turning around to put a few other things in his bag. What he failed to see was, Amanda grabbing a pillow from behind her, and sailing it towards his head. "Hey, what the hell was that for?" He asked turning around to face Amanda, who had a cocky smirk on her face that could rival the one he wore to the ring every night.

"That was for not answering me. Before you even say it, 'nothing baby' is not an answer." Amanda replied looking up into his eyes. Noticing the evil look he had, Amanda bolted towards the door, and had almost made it to the guest room on the other side of the apartment, before Randy caught her around the waist.

"Where do you think you're going to?" Randy asked, before his hands latched onto her sides, and proceeded to start tickling her.

"No….please….gulp…..I swear I'm sorry……gasp…..I won't throw…..shit at you again." Amanda begged, trying to get away from Randy's tickling hands.

"Nope, you threw a pillow at me. You have to pay the consequences." Randy said, laughing maniacally as he picked Amanda up, and carried her back to the bedroom. Tossing her gently on the bed, Randy climbed next to her, and never relented with the tickle torture. Deciding to turn the tables a bit, hoping it would work, Amanda looked up at him and put on her best puppy dog face.

"I'm really sorry honey. I promise I will never throw a pillow at you again." Amanda said, running a hand up and down his arm. If she had to, she'd force herself to cry. No man can stand to see a woman cry, and if that's what it took to end this, she would.

"You lie, you lie, you lie." Randy said not letting up. Amanda inwardly sighed a bit and decided to bring out the big guns. She turned on the water works.

"Randy you're hurting me." She said in a whiney voice. Randy gasped and shot off of her. He sat beside her and pulled her up into his arms.

"I'm so sorry baby I didn't mean to. I didn't realize I was being too rough, please forgive me?" He said looking right into her eyes, and Amanda saw nothing but love and compassion.

"I dunno" She said with a coy smile "You might have to make it up to me."

"Oh really" Randy said smiling back "How about this?" He finished before capturing her lips in a kiss.

Heather John and Gavin

Heather sat in John's parents' backyard watching John, his brothers, and cousin Marc playing football with Gavin. When Heather, John and Gavin had arrived Marc had surprised the little boy with a miniature jersey like the maroon one that John wore. "It has the number 27 on it that's 1/2 of the number 54 which John has on the back of his" Marc told the little boy whose eyes were lit up as he held the jersey in his arms.

"Marc that's so nice thank you." Heather told him, while John helped Gavin put on the jersey.

"Ahh, what can I say? I saw a shop in town that made personalized jerseys and the idea popped into my head." Marc shrugged and bent down so Gavin could hug him and tell him thank you in his adorable little 3-year old talk. Heather smiled at the memory, looking out at her son who was presently holding on to John's ankle trying to pull him down because John held the football in his hands. Heather laughed as John's brother Sean helped Gavin take John down, and Gavin sat on John's chest and demanded John hand over the ball. Heather looked at the back of Gavin's jersey, it said Lil' Cena and she thought that it couldn't be more true. Even though John wasn't his biological father and John's family wasn't his biological family, Gavin had a place with them and for that she was happy.

"Heather, your little boy is so precious. He's actually giving the boys a run for their money." John's mom Carol said, laughing as they watched Gavin run in between, John's brother, Stephen's legs to score a touchdown.

"Thank you. He's my little angel, that's for sure." Heather answered, watching as Gavin ran over to John.

"Daddy, daddy. I 'cores. I 'in?" Gavin asked, once John had picked him up in his arms.

"Not yet Lil' man, you've still got to get this many more touchdowns." John explained, holding up 4 fingers to show Gavin they had to score 4 more times, before his team would be able to win.

"Otay, I 'cores gan." Gavin said, wiggling to get down from John's arms.

"So Heather, what does Gavin think about seeing you and John on TV every week?" Carol asked, turning her attention once again, to Heather.

"Well, he only sees the promos and stuff. I don't really want him to see many of the matches. In fact, Wrestlemania was the first time he had seen either of us in the ring actually. Wrestling has changed so much since I was little and would watch it with my dad and sisters. Plus he's so young, I don't think he'd understand that if we look like we're hurt, but we're really not. Don't want him to be scarred for life yet." Heather answered, laughing a bit at the last thing.

"That is true. So he stays with your parents then when you're on the road, right?" Carol asked, interested in getting to know her sons' girlfriend.

"Yes, I would be completely lost without them. I've heard about parents that have kicked their kids out, when they found out they were pregnant. Thankfully, my parents were never like that. They have supported me through just about everything, I could ever imagine. Hell, I was even able to have fun my senior year of high school. Went to a few football games, a few basketball games, and went to homecoming and prom. If it wasn't for them and my sisters, I probably wouldn't have graduated." Heather replied, her gaze moving out to where her son had now attached himself to Marc's leg, and wasn't letting go.

"That's it Gav, don't let him get by. We'll knock him down." Sean yelled, as he came barreling into Marc, and knocking him over.

"Sean, you don't need to play so rough. You're gonna hurt that little boy, knocking into Marc like that." Carol yelled into the yard, while Gavin just got up laughing.

"I otay Nana 'arol." Gavin said looking up at the porch, before going back over to where Sean, Matt, and Dan were all huddled up. Leaving the 3 adults sitting on the porch, chuckling at the precious 3 year old, who had weaved his way into many lives.

Rae and Dave- Arlington VA

"Rae, I don't care what you think about this. They're my daughters, and if I don't want them to watch my matches, then they don't. There's no point in them watching, and freaking out every time I have a match, and would get busted open." Dave said, frustrated at Rae's little observation from Mania.

"Dave, all I'm saying is, maybe the girls need to see this more. You weren't sitting in the locker room with them Sunday night. They were absolutely terrified that you were seriously hurt, or would be seriously hurt, and all you had was a small gash on your forehead." Rae said, equally frustrated.

"Exactly my point, I knew they wouldn't be able to handle it, so why should I make them watch it even more? I'm sorry if you think that my not forcing my kids to watch me wrestle each week, doesn't fit to your liking. If they want to go on with their lives, thinking that I'm okay, and not seeing a match in which I could very well get busted open, or get thrown off the top of something or into something. Well then that's just fine with me. I'll be damned if I will stop them, or if I let someone else stop them. Those two girls are my life, have been for damn near 16 years now. I'm sorry if my being just a bit over protective of them upsets you, or gets in your way, but there are just some things that they don't need to see. Especially if the few times they have watched it, they get all upset and worried about me." Dave yelled, turning his back to Rae, and rubbing his temples.

"Dave, don't you dare try and put words in my mouth. I never said that you being protective of them was a bad thing. All I said was that maybe they need to watch more. Let them see a match, where you're not getting busted open with steel stairs. I mean, for fucks sakes Dave, Kaitlynn was telling me how she thought some of the guys were hot after she saw their matches. She was able to sit through those and watch it." Rae started to say, when Dave turned back around to look at her.

"Yeah, well none of them was her father. Listen Rae, I think before either of us says something we'll regret, you should probably leave. Maybe we need to spend the next few days apart, and figure out if there is an 'us' to even begin to build on." Dave said walking over towards the door, before turning around to face Rae. "I really do enjoy being with you, but my daughters come first in my life. If you can't accept what I've said, then maybe we should break up." He finished, walking out of the room, and down to his office.

Amanda and Randy

Amanda woke up when the alarm went off. It was 4 am in the morning and Randy had to be at the hospital by 5.

"Honey wake up." She said shaking him a bit. Randy rolled over and put his head under the pillow muttering something about '5 more minutes.' Amanda rolled her eyes and shook him again. He didn't move so she got up, and went to get a glass of cold water, which she proceeded to pour all over him. Randy shot up out of bed, wide eyed and panting. Once he realized what happened, Randy turned toward Amanda, a glare on his face.

"What did you do that for?" He asked incredulously. Amanda shrugged and went to get an outfit for the day.

"You wouldn't get outta bed." She called, as she went into the bathroom to take a shower. She adjusted the temperature to get it warm enough, and stepped in letting the water run over her tired body. She felt exhausted. After she showered and dressed, she went back out into the main part of the bedroom and saw that Randy was digging through his suitcase for something to wear. Knowing how long he would take, Amanda walked over and pushed him out of the way picking out a pair of khaki shorts and a tank top.

"That?" Randy asked, looking at the clothes in disgust "I mean hon, if we were just gonna be spending the day here or at my parents house I would understand, but I'm going to be in public." Randy said, appalled that Amanda would even think he'd wear something like that out into public.

"You're going to a hospital for surgery in less than an hour. You'll be wearing a backless hospital gown, and I can pretty much say that the nurses won't care what you're wearing" Amanda said, shoving the clothes in Randy's arms, and pushing him gently toward the bathroom. They were running a bit late as it was, and he needed to hurry. Randy made his way to the bathroom grumbling as he went.

When she was sure he was gone, Amanda went over to her bag and pulled out a caffeine pill she had stashed in it. She went to the kitchen and got a glass of water so she could take the pill. She had just swallowed it when she heard Randy's voice from behind her

"What's that you just took?" Amanda turned around, and saw that he was freshly showered and dressed.

"Just an Advil, I have a bit of a headache" She said, hoping that he would buy it "That was fast." Randy shrugged and sat on the couch to put on his shoes.

"Baby will you make me some toast and eggs?" He asked as he tied the laces. Amanda laughed and sat beside him.

"No because you're not supposed to eat before surgery, and also you know me and cooking don't go together." She said rubbing his back.

"How about some coffee?" He asked, looking at her with a puppy dog look. Amanda laughed and stood up pulling him up with her.

"No honey, now quit stalling we have to get to the hospital. Now if your a good boy and have your surgery, I'll get the nurse to bring you some yummy Jello." She said, as if she was talking to a 5-year old. Randy gave her an un amused look, and started walking to the door.

"Yum" He said dryly. Amanda laughed and followed him out.

xoxoxoxoxo

Amanda had been sitting back in Randy's room with him, while Dr. Andrews, who had just left, was going over the procedure, when Randy's parents walked in.

"Hi baby. Are you ready for the surgery yet?" Randy's mom, Marie asked.

"Yeah, sure. Ready like a chickadee." Randy laughed, grabbing onto his mom's hand. "Don't let them hurt me with the needle." He begged, looking up into his mom's eyes.

"Sweetie, it won't hurt a bit." Marie said reassuringly, looking over at Amanda, who was biting back a laugh, for some sort of explanation.

"They brought him in some, well as the nurse called it, happy medicine. He took it and has been sayin stuff like chickadee and singing 'It's a Small World' for the past 20 minutes or so." Amanda explained, as the nurse and orderly came in.

"Okay Randy, we're going to go and get your shoulder all fixed up now." Nurse Baker said, patting Randy's leg, before turning to the Orton's and Amanda. "If you'd like, I can show you to where the waiting room is at, and you'll be able to watch his surgery in there if you'd like." She finished, as they started wheeling Randy down to meet with the anesthesiologist. Amanda walked into the waiting room, and could hear Randy starting to sing the theme song to an old TV show called Laverne and Shirley. Shaking her head, she went to sit down next to Randy's mom, and start the long waiting process.

Tyson and Jamie

"Boo, are you almost ready to go?" Jamie asked, walking into Tyson's hospital room.

"Yeah, all packed and ready to go." Tyson answered, sitting in the wheelchair, since he was still too weak to use the crutches. After being there for 5 days, he was being released. He was still unable to fly home, because of his concussion, so they would just head back to the hotel and hang out.

"Alright, well Dr. Stevenson brought me your papers when I was walking down here, so I went ahead and signed you out. I've got the cab waiting outside, so we'll be back at the hotel in no time." Jamie said, walking behind Tyson, and starting to push him out of the room. Grabbing his duffle bag on the way out, Jamie remembered wanting to know more about how he knew who hit him. "Boo, yesterday you said you knew who hit you? Who was it? How do you know them?" She fired off, and it caused Tyson to do the one thing he never wanted to. He lied.

"I was wrong. I can't even remember, much of what I said to you yesterday." He answered simply, causing Jamie to look at him confused. Deciding not to press it further, but knowing that he had just lied to her, she kept on their way. Figuring there would be a time and a place for them to discuss this further, she made it to the exit, intent on getting Tyson back on his feet once again.

Amanda and the Orton's

Amanda had been pacing and walking and doing everything short of, jumping up and down and running around the room. The past hour and a half had been driving her insane. She had gone down to the coffee machine and bought a hot chocolate, and taken another caffeine pill when she felt herself about ready to fall asleep. That had been within the first half hour or so of Randy's surgery. Now here she was, pacing and chewing on her nails.

"Lord child, you're going to wear out that carpet with all your pacing. Sit down, and try and get your mind on other things." Bob said jokingly, getting up and leading Amanda over to the couch.

"I'm sorry, I just really don't like hospitals, and I'm just scared something may go wrong." She said sitting down, and started bouncing her leg up and down. The effects of the caffeine were finally kicking in, and she felt more awake than she ever had in her life.

"Everything is going to be okay. He's got one of the best doctors performing his surgery, so you have absolutely nothing to worry about. In fact, it should be just about done now. He'll go back to recovery and you'll be able to see him, I'd say within a half hour, if that long even." Marie said putting an arm around Amanda, trying to reassure her that everything would be fine. Nodding her okay, Amanda tried to focus on what Randy's mom had just said.