Roxy was now eight months into her pregnancy and it was just over two weeks till Wrestlemania. Randy, after a Tournament on Raw a few weeks ago, defeatedseven other Superstars for the chance to headline Wrestlemania against Edge, someone who he had never faced before.
The unnamed and unidentified sexed baby was starting to move about a lot and keeping Roxy and Randy awake a lot more!
"It will be even worse when the baby arrives." Randy commented, lying back down next to Roxy on the couch, propping his head up with his arms, realising that hiscomment might not have been the most helpful.He'd just been for a cold shower in the hope of him waking up properly.
"Tell me about it." Roxy mumbled, glancing over to the clock. "5am? Man, this is crazy!"
"I know." Randy soothed, rubbing a hand over her bump. "Thought of any more names yet?"
"No, I have no idea. I don't want our baby to have a bad name, it will help define who they are; we need to make it decent." she concluded, closing her eyes slightly, hoping to have a nap of some sorts. Randy, however, had other ideas...
"Let's have a look on the internet." he stated, switching on the PC with enthusiasm and waiting surprisingly patiently for the screen to load.
"There is no way me and our Mum's are gonna go baby cloth shopping today." Roxy sighed. "I just can't manage it."
"Our Mom's will understand," Randy encouraged "You'd no need to rush. Besides, they know what it's like to be pregnant. Unless you would sooner stay here with my Dad and I and help decorate the nursery!" Randy laughed.
"Some how it seems the more tempting option." Roxy groaned, stretching a little. Her stomach was swelling and she was in desperate need of more maternity clothing. Her tiny frame was being pushed to the limits.
Randy knew she was exhausted. For the past couple of nights, she'd gotten up early in the morning when the baby was practising 'Sweet Chin Music' in her stomach! He felt bad for her but couldn't possibly sympathise.
"Never mind sweetie, in a month it will all be over. He or she may start sleeping properly when they are born!" Randy kissed her hair before continuing his search for more baby name websites. He'd taken to looking all over the web in search of the perfect name for their soon-to-be arrival.
"I thought we were waiting until they were born before deciding?" Roxy questioned, sitting up to some extent.
"We are, I just thought we could narrow down the list." Randy enthused.
"I didn't know there was a list!" Roxy moaned, her lack of sleep aggravating her.
"Are we looking for meanings or just nice names?" Randy quizzed, turning to face his wife.
"Anything that will go well with 'Orton' I guess." Roxy spoke, not in the slightest bit interested.
"Girls or boys first?" Randy questioned, clicking on another website.
"Whatever." Roxy sighed again.
"Aaron?" Randy asked.
"Aaron...nah, there was a prick in my class called Aaron one. In high school, he sneezed so hard he got snot all over the board!" Roxy reminisced, Randy looking slightly ill.
"Nice. Ummm...Nicole?"
"Nicole Orton...ok, I guess."
"Arthur?"
"No way! Have you any idea how much the kid would be bullied!" Roxy exclaimed.
"Ok...calm!" Randy encouraged.
"Why Arthur?" Roxy semi-laughed.
"It's kinda cool." Randy shrugged. "It wasn't this hard last time, was it?"
"No because we just picked the names from random people on TV; Olivia Newton John and Darren Day! They were bad people to base names on anyway..."
"Oh, yeah, I remember. That was when we thought they were nice names though!" Randy nodded.
"Any suggestions other than turning the TV back on and playing a game of lets pick a name from a celebrity! Oh, what about Paris...Paris Hilton is awesome!" Roxy squealed sarcastically.
"There has to be some names that we can both agree on..." Randy mused out loud.
"How about we think of meanings that we like and build on it from there?" Roxy suggested.
"Ok...you do that. I need a drink." Randy said, getting up from the computer swivel chair and walking to the fridge.
Roxy typed in a search for names meaning the word 'light'.
"Do you want anything, honey?" Randy yelled.
"No, I'm ok thanks." Roxy replied, scrawling through the list of names.
"What did you come up with?" Randy returned.
"Light. The babies gonna be the light of our lives." Roxy looked up from the computer screen, her eyes connecting lovingly with Randy.
Randy didn't know what to think other than how sweet that last comment was. Yet, it was very accurate.
"Leonora Orton...that doesn't go, does it?" Roxy asked, gazing at her husband.
"Not really...cute name."
"Naomi?"
"That's pretty." Randy agreed as the couple continued to search for more babies names.
It was now the afternoon and Roxy's Mother, Charlotte, and Randy's Mother, Elaine, were searching for baby clothing and accessories. Well, it was mainly Charlotte and Elaine doing the looking, Roxy doing the sitting!
"Are you ok, darling?" Charlotte asked, putting a comforting hand on her only child's shoulder.
"Yeah." Roxy exhaled thoughtfully.
"That would be so cute for the baby!" Elaine yelped, placing yet another item of clothing into the basket Charlotte was clutching.
"I love my Grandma's." Roxy muttered, reading out the babies bib that was throw at the top of the mountain of clothes pile.
"I can't wait till that babies born!" Elaine giggled with glee.
"Neither can I!" Roxy replied, very bluntly and very matter of factly. As both Grandma's to be struck her a worried luck, Roxy placed her hands in front of her blurred eyes. She was beyond tired, and beyond caring about what the baby was to be dressed in.
Meanwhile, back at the Orton residence, Randy and Father Bob were decorating the babies bed room. They changed the dark green and gold room into a more relaxing white walled, light green furnished decor. As Randy leapt down off the step ladder, Bob smirked at how proud his son was.
"Can't wait, huh son?"
"Nope, I really can't!" the young Orton smiled broadly.
His Father struggled to remember the last time his eldest son looked as content with himself as he did. He knew what had occurred between Roxy and Randy on the day she developed appendicitis and how pissed off Randy was at himself over John Cena's texting. Thankfully, John hadn't been in contact with his former best friend in months. Lets just say he didn't need to think twice about not doing so after some gentlepersuading from Shawn Michaels and Chris Jericho!
"There's nothing wrong with my life," Randy spoke "I've got a beautiful wife, and equally beautiful baby arriving in the next month and I'm loved by the people that matter. In a couple of weeks time, I shall be the new World Heavyweight Champion!" he promised, throwing his arms into the air and doing his usual cocky, yet confident, signature in ring pose.
Before either man could say anymore, he peered out of the bedroom window to notice that his lady, mother and mother in law were back from their trip out.
Literally tearing his way down stairs to open the door for the three women, Roxy was the last to enter as placed the carrier bags down onto the tiled floor as Randy wrapped his arms around her belly, kissing her lips. She coldly accepted, Randy telling straight away that something was wrong.
As the soon-to-be parents and grandparents talked together for some time, Randy felt Roxy becoming more distant. He kept squeezing her hand but that seemed to make little difference.
"Ummm, sorry to be unsocial, but I'm going to bed. You don't mind, do you?" Roxy asked shyly.
"No, of course not. I'd better get going soon anyway, my flight leaves in an hour!" Charlotte gasped, standing up to cuddle her daughter.
After saying her good byes to her family, Roxy made a slow walk up stairs much to the annoyance of her husband. He was a little concerned about her frame of mind.
"Don't worry, love, it's just her hormones!" his mother reassured.
"Yeah," Charlotte agreed "I think she's a bit worried that your babies birth may turn into how mine did. She doesn't want a Caesarean at all. I think the reality is setting in." Charlotte frowned a bit.
Randy contemplated his mothers words of wisdom as his parents drove back to St Louis as Roxy's Mum waited to head back to England.
Carefully opening the door of their bedroom, the light beamed onto his sweethearts body. She was facing away from the door, crying silently to herself in the darkness, her eyes firmly shut as she shivered, her arms placed firmly around her body.
Randy laid next to her body, wrapping his arms over her and the bump. "Rox...honey, hear me out. I know your tired. I know you feel unwell. But this is what you've wanted for so long...what we've wanted for so long. I'm not gonna leave you. I'm gonna be with you through out the birth of this baby. I promise. You can break my hand if it makes you feel better!" Randy whispered, Roxy chuckling slightly, as he caressed her stomach gently, fumbling his fingers over her scars gently. "Just try and relax. I know you need me, more than anything. But if you wanna talk about anything, than just do so. I'll listen. I don't have to reply. I don't have to do anything. I can just listen."
Roxy sat up a little in his arms. "I guess I need you, more than I thought." she sobbed. "I feel...I feel messed up. My body's all over the place. I can't shift this feeling. I feel alone. I miss being able to do stuff for myself. I miss being me. The past nine months...I've felt different in each of them. The wedding, the honeymoon, the appendicitis and now the pregnancy. It was weird, our Mum's didn't seem to know how to feel today, how to react to whatever was going on. I felt that I needed to be alone to do that or we should have brought the stuff for our baby. Half the stuff you Mum suggested...It's all 'I love my Grandmas' stuff like that. I dunno what I'm saying." she yawned, resting her head on her pillow.
"No matter what happens...I love you." Randy kissed her cheek, watching his wife sleep properly for the first time in weeks.
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