It was Tuesday, the night after Raw and all members of the roster were now at home. Roxy was trying to get to grips with the new kitchen which was proving quite difficult. Randy, however, was acting like a typical male. He was sat on his arse in front of the computer laughing. Roxy simply rolled her eyes. She couldn't be bothered to argue.

She was trying to cook a simple roast like dinner. She wasn't too bad at cooking but was desperate to try and improve her abilities. Things were not going to plan...

"BASTARD!" she yelled at the cooker, before kicking the oven door. Randy turned around.

"Ummm, do you need help?" he asked cautiously.

"No of course not..." Roxanna replied sarcastically.

"Why don't you leave it. We can go out for dinner."

"I don't really feel like it. Too much effort."

"Ok...come and look at this joke Chris sent me." Randy urged, trying to change the conversation.

A woman walks into a chemists...

'Excuse me, I need something to help my husband. He's underperfoming.'

'I suggest Viagra.' The chemist replied.

'Can I get it over the counter?' asked the girl.

'Only if I have six!'

Roxy looked blankly at the computer screen. Tears of laughter were now running down Randy's face.

"It wasn't quite that good." Roxy reasoned.

"Yeah, it was!" Randy giggled.

"How is Chris anyway?" Roxy asked, hoping to change the subject.

"He's ok, I think." Randy said, wiping the last shades of tears away from his face.

"He took a pretty nasty bump to the outside of the ring last night."

"I'll ask him."

'Roxy wants to know how you are.'

'Why, does she need something?' Chris questioned.

'No, she just noticed that you took a bad bump in your match against Kane last night...'

'I have a big bruise to the whole of my left side. Nothing to worry about. Thanks for caring Roxy :)'

"Chris said thanks for caring."

"It's what all good General Managers should do."

'She's an excellent General Manager...' Chris responded 'It's nice to have someone who genuinely does give a damn about the locker room in charge.'

'Don't let Bishoff hear you say that! He'll have a fit or something.'

'Oh well...' Chris wrote, quite coldly.

'You can hardly tell that they are related can you?'

'Hardly! I like Roxanna for one thing. You have a great girl...'

'I know I do.'

'You're great too though Randy!' Chris joked.

'Bless...I love you Chris.'

'I love you too Randy.'

'Now he tells me he's gay!' Roxy thought to herself. "When were ya gonna tell me?"

"Tell you about what?" Randy asked, slightly confused.

"Tell me about you love of the same sex?" Roxy joked, putting on fake tears and a 'sad' voice.

"I thought you would never find out, my darling!" Randy twitched, bringing Roxy closer to him. "It doesn't stop me loving you." Randy said, gently smooching her.

Before Roxy could return the favour, the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it." Roxy scowled. She looked through the keyhole to see who it is. "Shit!"

"What's the matter?" Randy asked.

"My mother!"

"How about we pretend we're not here if you don't wanna see her?" Randy suggested.

"Can't do that...as much as I would like to." Roxy said. She was still annoyed about there phone conversation the other week which ended in Charlotte calling Roxy a 'gullible bitch' and slamming the phone down. She's never adjusted to the fact that her daughters permanent home was in the USA.

"Roxy, I know you're there...let Mummy come in."

"This cannot be happening!" Roxy shook her head, walking away from the door.

"You go upstairs, I'll say that you don't feel very well or something and that you are in bed, ok?"

"Good idea." Roxy agreed, running as quietly as she could upstairs.

Randy opened the door and was greeted by Charlotte Richards. The last time he'd seen her, she was slightly slimmer. She had put on a lot of excess weight.

"Randall, darling, how are you?" she asked, kissing him on the cheek.

"I'm ok, can you keep your voice down a bit?"

"Why?"

"Roxy's ill in bed. She has a bad headache and stuff."

"I know you're lying to me."

"I'm not lying..." Randy responded unconvincingly.

"Yes you are. I peered through your window before I came up to the door and saw you two kissing and cuddling and 'stuff'." she said, mimicking Randy. She dragged the cigarette away from her pink, glossy lips and puffed on it again.

Randy rubbed his hand over his lips and chin and looked to the ground. Roxy had outlined what she had said the other day, especially the ending.

"I don't think she really wants to speak to you at the minute, not after what you said to her the other day. I think you ought to come back in a day or two when the airs cleared a bit." Randy said logically, wafting cigerette smoke from his face.

"Fine. Tell Roxanna that my flight leaves on Thursday early afternoon. Here's the address of my hotel. I would really appreciate it if she came and talked to me. I want to apologise to her. What I said was uncalled for and I'm sorry for it." Charlotte said stubbornly.

"You should be telling Roxy that, not me."

"Just give her this and make sure she comes and talks to me, Mister Orton." Charlotte sneered, handing Randy and piece of paper. "BYE ROXY, HOPE YOU SOON FEEL BETTER!" she shouted insincerely.

Randy eventually closed the door on his girlfriends Mother. Roxy had usually spoke so highly of her saying how much she meant to her. Alas, they had drifted apart ever since she had moved back to America for the second time. Nothing was ever the same between the two again and it was probably never going to be.

Randy sighed at the piece of paper. What was it exactly that Charlotte wanted to talk to Roxy about? All he knew was that it probably wasn't going to be very pleasant.

Randy decided to go and give Roxy the paper. Deep down, against his better judgement, he knew he had to. He knocked on the bedroom door before entering. Roxy was stood on the balcony of the room, looking over the black railings to the ground below. She had just observed her Mother getting into the bright yellow taxi and taking another cigarette out of her handbag to her mouth.

He put the paper against Roxanna's bedside table and walked over to her. Her brown, long, curly hair danced underneath the summer's moonlight as the cool air swirled around her. She was oblivious to the fact Randy was standing behind her.

He crept behind her and placed his arms around her waist. He kissed her temple lovingly as he moved his hands to the inside of her shirt. He fumbled until he found her scar from where she had been stabbed. He felt her stomach move sharply inwards at this point as he traced the three inch line with his finger. She calmed down and leaned against him suddenly, resting the back of her head against his shoulder. He began to caress her stomach ever so lightly as she looked up to the beautiful stars in the clear, dark blue sky.

"What did she want?" Roxy asked bitterly, after some time.

"Just to apologise really. She didn't mean to offend you. She wants you to visit her tomorrow or Thursday morning to talk..."

"Doesn't she realise I have a job?"

Randy didn't answer. He knew Roxy wasn't looking for answers, at least not from him. He understood that she needed to resolve the problems that she had with her mother...and fast. Randy had always had a fairly happy family life, despite not seeing his Father all that much. His parents loved each other and each of their children, including Randy's siblings. It had never really dawned on him until now that Becky, his younger sister, was only a year younger than Roxy. Still, he'd said from the beginning that age doesn't matter, it's how you feel about each other.

"I'll visit her tomorrow. It'll give me a chance to calm down before the house shows son Friday." Roxy finally decided, braking the silence.

"C'mon, lets go to bed. It's getting late." Randy said. He could feel Roxy shiver slightly.

Once in bed, Randy turned out the light in the room and returned to cuddling Roxy's midriff. She looked in the opposite direction at the stars that shone through the window. It was a night when Roxy didn't close the curtains as she wanted to gaze at the peaceful, pleasant constellations like she did when she was a very young child. It helped her ease into sleep when she was either thoughtful or curious about something or when something was bothering her. The whites of her eyes were now a unique shade of blue.

Randy thought is was kind of romantic. Even more so now that people had accepted them as a couple. All apart from Charlotte but would her perception be about to change?


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