WARNING: This chapter contains strong language, lol!
"Rox!" Randy yelled, speeding through the five sets of doors before reaching the ladies lavatory.
"Please...call and ambulance!" she begged, clasping her stomach, her eyes welling up with tears.
"They're on their way!" Kurt piped up, sprinting into the toilets, looking down at his flip phone.
"Get out of my wife's way, man!" Randy warned, his own aggressiveness shocking him. He was only being over protective of his wife, the same person Kurt Angle was infatuated with a few years ago.
"Randy!" Roxy appealed.
"This isn't the time nor place." Lita agreed, stroking her best friend's back, hoping to bring some peace to the proceedings.
"I'm sorry, Kurt." Randy said, swallowing his pride prior to turning to face his soul-mate. "Hey...this is it." Randy grinned, cupping Roxy's face in his hands.
"Two weeks fucking early! I knew something bad was gonna happen!" Roxy whimpered.
"This isn't bad, honey. The baby will be fine. You'll be fine. Stop panicking, alright?" Randy implored, taking Roxy's hand in his.
After a few more minutes of waiting, Roxy was helped into an ambulance as Randy confidently followed her. His nerves would have to be second priority.
"I call you when something happens...thanks for everything." Randy muttered, kissing Lita's cheek before returning to his partner's side.
As Roxy began sucking the oxygen, Randy sat next to her on the gurney, caressing the back of her hand as she breathed heavily into the clear, plastic mask.
"Try and take it easy...it might be a little while yet before your baby's born!" the paramedic warned. "How long did your birth take?" he asked, trying to make random conversation in order for Roxy to concentrate on the baby rather than her pain and stress.
"I was born by an emergency C-Section." she unenthusiastically recalled her Mother's memories.
"Oh." the paramedic blushed a little, embarrassed by his query.
"You weren't to know." Roxy calmly replied, less intense than earlier.
"I take it you'll be having a natural birth?" the paramedic driving bellowed so her voice would be heard above the sound of the engine and siren.
"You bet!" Randy responded on behalf of his wife, kissing her hand tenderly.
After arriving at the hospital, Randy and Roxy were taken straight away to the maternity ward of the Connecticut hospital. Thankfully, they were in town for Wrestlemania so getting back to their house would only take quarter of an hour at the most.
"Hello Mr and Mrs Orton. We weren't expecting you for a few weeks!" Dr Lovejoy, the maternity nurse who took the majority of Roxanna's scans, smiled. "I take it you haven't got any baby wear or any of your stuff with you?"
"No, they're at home." Randy answered.
"You could really do with them." Dr Lovejoy reasoned.
"Don't leave me!" were the first words to pass Roxy's lips, her eyes widening as she searched for Randy's hand.
"No, no, I wasn't going anywhere." Randy promised, returning to his wife's side, pulling a strange face to Dr Lovejoy who realised how tensed Roxy was.
"Have you got anyone that could get the stuff for you?" she asked, knowing that Randy did need to leave Roxy's side to get everything the new arrival and herself needed.
"No, not unless we get Lita here to give her the key, to go home, to get everything, to come back here." Randy suggested.
"No, she won't know where anything is." Roxy frowned, taking another large intake of oxygen.
"Maybe Randy needs to go and fetch it." Dr Lovejoy began, seeing the uneasiness plastered all over Roxy's face immediately "Before we decide, I'll take another scan of your tummy to see what your baby's doing. If you are heavily dilated, Randy can stay. If not, really, it would be a good idea to let him go and fetch what you need." she broke the news kindly. "If you aren't heavily dilated, the baby won't be arriving for a little while yet."
"Ok." Roxy reluctantly agreed, searching the ceiling for some sort of inspiration.
"Atta' girl! Is there anyone that needs calling?"
"Yeah, Rox's Mom lives in England. If you could phone her first, I'll give my folks a call later." Randy told, scribbling Charlotte's number down on a receipt from his trouser pocket.
"Ok. I'll give this to the receptionist and then we'll take a look." Dr Lovejoy nodded friendly, disappearing from the room.
"Please don't leave!" Roxy pleaded again.
"I won't unless I absolutely have to." Randy calmly replied.
"You made a commitment that you'd be here no matter what, through out the whole birth." Roxy cried a little, a single tear trickling down her reddened cheeks.
"If I did leave, you know I'd return; I'm not Eric Bishoff, and I sure as hell never will be!" Randy guaranteed, wiping away Roxy's tears.
"You're Mom said she's getting the next flight over here. She wanted me to pass on that she loves you and she can't wait to see you and your baby, healthy." Dr Lovejoy remembered the words of her receptionist co-worker.
Taking the sonogram and running it over Roxy's 'ready-to-pop' stomach, Dr Lovejoy checked to see how heavily dilated Roxy was.
"3 cm's...Ok, that's not a lot yet. You can start pushing at about ten."
"When will that be?" Roxy questioned frantically.
"It's difficult to say...anything from minutes to hours, not quite months!" she teased, lightening the atmosphere of the room. "It really is quite difficult to say."
"Let me get in contact with my Mom and Dad...they could bring some of the stuff they're gonna keep at their house for the baby and after the birth I could go and get our stuff." Randy proposed.
"Don't be long!" Roxy affirmed, watching her other half leave the room.
"Try and relax, it will soon be over with." Dr Lovejoy advised, helping Roxy change into her white medical gown that would help to keep her cool during the delivery.
Five hours later, Roxy was flustered and breathing more and more heavily. She was sweating by the bucket loads...her swearing wasn't too much better either!
"When the fuck can I push!" Roxy snarled, shooting the trainee nurse an evil look.
"I'll have to see if Dr Lovejoy's finished in theatre." she timidly spoke, scampering out of the room.
Dr Lovejoy, a little under two hours ago, was taken away from Roxy's needs to deliver a baby by Caesarean. That meant that Roxy was left with an unqualified nurse by the name of Helen, someone who was very unsure of her abilities and certainly wasn't sure how to react around a certain Roxanna!
"This is pissing pathetic!" Roxy ranted "It does not take two fucking hours to get some little twat out of someone's stomach!"
"Maybe she just got caught up with another birth." Randy shrugged.
He wanted to laugh at some of the stuff Roxy was coming out with, but, being in her frame of mind, she would probably swing for him! He understood it was her way of dealing with the pain and being able to cope and whatever he said at this point in time, he knew she would more or less ignore anyway!
"I'm beginning to think a shitty C-Section would have been fucking easier...couldn't be a lot worse!"
"Then you'd be in agony after the pain killers wore off." Randy reminded her "Plus, you wouldn't be able to do much for 6 weeks, like drive anywhere and..."
"Fuck sake, I really wanna push!" Roxy roared, gripping the metal frames at the side of her bed.
Randy was frustrated at his wife's obvious discomfort. "I know sweetie, I'm going to see what the fuck's going on!" he sneered, kissing the top of her head before walking to the outside area.
"My wife's really in a lot of pain - can't someone come and deliver our baby?" Randy asked the nurse, the same one that disappeared from their room a few minutes ago.
"Sorry, Dr Lovejoy's just changing her gown. She promises to be with you within the next few minutes."
Roxy was lying flat on her back, when Randy returned, the back of her right hand pressed firmly against her forehead. She peered over her enlarged stomach with a question upon her face.
"Any minute now." Randy told her "Hang in there baby." he whispered, once again kissing the top of her head, retaking the seat at the side of her bed.
"Sorry about that," Dr Lovejoy re-entered, snapping on a pair of latex gloves "It was an emergency and we're very short staffed at the moment. Whoa, ok, you're more than ready to begin pushing." she examined. "When you're ready, feel free to push." she encouraged.
"I really want this to be over." Roxy sulked, looking over to her husband.
"It soon will be, don't worry." Randy smiled, giving Roxy his hand.
"Ok...push!" Dr Lovejoy exclaimed, Roxy biting her bottom lip so that she wouldn't deafen anyone in the room. "And again...come on!"
"I really don't think I can do this." Roxy murmured.
"Rox, just do it!" Randy encouraged, as she gripped his hand tighter. "Owww...not that tight! Rox, let go a little!"
"You said I could break your fucking hand!" Roxy breathed deeply, unaware of the amount of pain she forced upon her lover.
Dr Lovejoy sniggered a little as Randy shook his palm, hoping the blood would start circulating again!
Half an hour later and the Orton's baby was still undelivered. Randy and Mrs Lovejoy were concerned for Roxy's welfare by this time; she really couldn't take too much more. She was extremely tired and beginning to give up.
"C'mon baby, you can do it." Randy continued to encourage, Roxy barely listening to what was being said anymore. She was laid fully on her back, her eyes only just open.
"Ok, stop for a second," Dr Lovejoy sighed, wiping the sweat away from her brow. "Mr Orton, can I speak to you outside?"
Roxy didn't even try to stop Randy as he left the room, her cheeks red and boiling hot.
"Ok, maybe this is a little late to be saying this but..."
Duh duh duh!
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Sorry for the early update; I'm going to see Raw tomorrow and if anyone else is gonna be there, I'll be the obsessed HBK fan, lol!