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Notes: See previous chapters for any notable stuff. I don't remember if I said this or not but the rosters are joint. This is taking place during no real storylines. There is a good two or three chapters left for this story. Depending on the end, depends on whether I write a sequel. Let me what you think. Should I write a sequel for this? And I'm sorry if the girl wasn't you y'all wanted her to be. I hope you like the chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the recognizible characters.

Chapter Three

Now is the perfect time for me to try and talk to her. Cena just left for his match and I know him. He's probably told her to wait till he returned before trying to go anywhere. I couldn't help but shake my head. God, when did he get so soft? Well whatever I don't really care anymore. I'm came here with a reason and fully intend on carrying out with it.

It didn't take me too long to reached the closed door of John Cena. My hand reaching out to knock. Straightening the cuffs of coat and dusting off the suit I waited for the door to open. I heard her laugh. Something I haven't heard in a good seven months.

"Randy?" Her voice uncertain.

I couldn't help the smirk that formed. I'm probably the last person she'd expect to be knocking.

"Hey Li. Can I come in?"

She shook her head, glancing around quickly before looking back up at me with those hazel eyes.

"I don't think that's a good idea. John..."

"Has a match." I interrupted her, my hand stopping her from closing the door. "I just want to talk. That's all I ask. You're boyfriend won't mind."

Lita sighed, running a hand over her still growing stomach. She was showing a lot more now. Currently sport on of John's t-shirts and track pants.

"He's not my boyfriend." I couldn't help but raise a brow at that, biting back what I wanted to say until later. "As long as you make it quick I guess we could talk. I have something to tell you anyway."

She stepped aside so I could step in. I noticed she kept her distance, her arms wrapped around herself as if to protect her. What did she need protecting from? Me? What's the worse I can do?

Lita gestured to a folded chair, so that I could sit down. I did just that. I leaned forward, my arms on my knees as I looked at her.

"I see you died your hair."

She slowly nodded, a hand reaching up to toy with her now dark brown hair.

"I was getting tired of the old look."

I smiled. "It looked good." She looked shocked by that statement. Eyes narrowing suspiciously.

"Randy, why are you here?"

Ah there it is. I knew she was going to question me sooner or later.

"I miss you Li. I really miss you. We were together for what two years? You helped me a lot. You were always there for me when I needed you. And I just let that all go. I want you to give me another chance. Please, baby, just come back with me. I know it must be a lot to ask. Especially with your boy toy hovering around you all the damn time..."

Lita glared at me. "John's not my boy toy. You leave him out of this. You hurt me Randy! You left me. Left me when I needed you the most. You cheated, with one of my best friends."

I fought to urge to roll my eyes, "A friend who you forgave. Don't try and lie to me because I see you and Stacy talking all the damn time." She drew her lower lip into her mouth. "So what's so wrong with forgiving me?"

"John-"

"I don't give a fuck what that jackass thinks of me. I care about what you think. Don't let him cloud your judgment because of his jealously."

I stood up and sat down beside her on the bench, taking her small hand in mind. She was eating this up. I could feel it.

"Please Li. All I'm asking for is a chance. You told me yourself earlier that John isn't your boyfriend. So why can't you give me a chance? I know you want too. I can see it in your eyes." My hand brushed against her cheek when she turned her face away.

"Li? Come on talk to me."

Lita took a deep sigh. "I don't know Randy. I just don't know."

Her hand moved over her stomach, my glare falling on the bump. "How's his baby doing?"

The newly turned brunette looked up at me in surprise, "Wh-what?"

My hand came up to rest over hers. "John's baby. How's it doing?"

She drew her lower lip into her mouth.

"Actually Randy that's what I wanted to talk to you about."

"Oh?" I urged her to speak further.

Taking a deep breath, Lita quickly stood up to stand in front of me, being sure to be close but not too close.

"Well...the baby isn't John's." I blinked. Well that's interesting, if it's not his then whose. "Th-the baby is yours."

It took me a while to let the words sink in. A huge smile spread across my face. This could work in my favor. I frained shock.

"Mine?" I echoed. "What did this happen?"

Lita rolled her eyes, "When do you think? Seven months ago." She sighed.

I nodded, standing up and bring her into my arms. "That makes me so happy to hear."

"You should go. John's match is over and he's going to be here any minute." Lita whispered, her hands still at her stands.

"Lita think about what I said ok?" He held her out at arms length. "Think of the baby. We can all be happy. You just have to let me in."

She nodded. "I'll think about it. But you should go."

"Fine." I leaned down kissing away a salty tear that fell down her cheek before letting go of her. "I'll talk to you later Li."

I made my way out of the locker room, turning in time to see an ecstatic John Cena making his way down that hall. His smile fading at the sight of me.

"Orton..."

"Evening Cena." I smiled to spite him and walked around him. Hearing his parting words before I turned down another hall.

"Stay away from her Orton. Or else."

I smirked. Nope I can't do that. My plan is in motion and I already know...I'm not going to fail.