Chapter 6
A/N: Alright… Not much to say here. So I'll get on to my writing! Thanks for reviews/reading; I really appreciate knowing that someone reads my work!
The next week, and actually an extra day or two, were hard. Randy had been really depressed, Demi had been just a little down, and the rest of the guys didn't speak much. Seany had almost easily recovered, knowing that Eddie didn't want them to mourn him by crying and feeling horrible about it. He would have wanted them to remember the good times, with laughter; and if you cried, it would have had to have been with tears of joy.
Haidie seemed to be the only little light in life. She was optimistic, and wasn't as bossy or smart-alecky as she had been with the guys. Demi had stopped cooking, and Haidie had picked up where she left off by cooking her own dishes, with special spice and a pizzazz into the day; something that Demi's home cooking could never compete with.
The funeral was hard. Chris, John, Dave, and Randy were able to keep somewhat eyes the whole time- while Seany and Demi were once again almost bawling, and Seany was sure she saw a few tears slide down Haidie's sun kissed cheeks. Everyone was there, which just made it that much harder for Seany to bear all of the crying and remembering that was going on. She did receive closure by looking at his body, and knowing that if there was a higher place Eddie had sure been successful in getting there.
It was another now normal morning, with Randy silently eating his breakfast; Chris now read the paper, although they all knew he really didn't; Demi didn't eat hardly anything for breakfast- and Dave and Seany were acting much the same as Randy was. Haidie half-peppily brought another bowl of muffins out, wearing a yellow blouse and jeans; covered with a soft pink apron rimmed with baby pink lace.
John hadn't had much of an appetite, staring outside the window at the sunny and otherwise blissful day that the rest of the world was enjoying. Seany glanced over at him, worry in her eyes until she saw the peaceful look on his face. She then smiled, looking back down at her white and blue trimmed plate. She had been playing 'momma' to all of the guys lately, comforting each one until she had to move to the next. To be honest it was harder on her, but she didn't mind- she knew she would be pampered enough in a few days.
"Alright you guys- it's time to move on." John spoke up, turning back to the table. "He wouldn't want us feeling like this. We need to seize the moment." He tried to pump them up, and Seany's respect for him jumped a slight bit. After all this time she had known him, it had been a while before he had touched on a serious subject like that. "I mean, this is just showing us how short life is, right? So we shouldn't waste it feeling bad about it. We'll see him again sometime." John finished, already standing in mid-sentence. Surprisingly, Randy was the first to react; and positively too.
"Yeah!" Randy banged his fists against the table, now seeming to get kicked back into his old personality. He jumped to his feet. "Seize it! Yeah!" At first he was somewhat serious, but after how corny it sounded a playful grin spread across his face- one that reminded Seany of an eight year-old, yet it seemed to fit Randy perfectly every time he happened to use it.
Seany giggled, happy that his spunk had returned. Of course, it would mean that he would once again be the cocky little Orton that was always full of himself and higher than everyone else; but Seany would much rather it that way than for him to be sulking and solemn like he had since the news of Eddie's death.
She looked over at Chris, whom had dropped the useless paper and was staring at the two with a look of amusement and curiousness; like 'I-know-you-didn't-just-do-that' kind of cute expression that was one of Seany's favorite characteristics of Chris. "Alright, I'm in." He agreed, leaning back in his chair.
They all glanced over at Dave, expecting him to go next. He raised both of his eyebrows, immediately chuckling at the whole situation. It was a great way to put some closure on it though. "Fine, fine… Of course I agree." He nodded, and it seemed like the whole room kept getting brighter and brighter each time someone spoke.
"I'm all for it," Seany agreed, trying to slap the table, but not getting the same effect that John and Randy had received. Actually, to be blunt, hers sucked. Yet it was funny, and even upset Demi couldn't help but let out a few bouts of laughter.
Demi paused, now seeming to feel bad once more. "Let's go for it." She finally said, looking up with a slightly small smile; but a huge improvement from how she had been behaving in the past couple of days.
"Well, now that we're all agreeing," Haidie started, a lock of strawberry golden hair fell over the front of her shoulder. "We have to decide who's taking me to the mall today."
John snorted, already sitting back down. "I ain't doin' shit." He muttered, receiving a snicker from Randy and a slight smile from Seany- not against Haidie, but from the way the John and the rest of them had gotten over their problems so quickly.
Seany stood up, preparing to take her dish to the kitchen and place it in the dish washer. "I love you John," She spoke of his renewed personality, leaning over and pecking him on the cheek. "Never fails." She shook her head as she walked into the kitchen, leaving even herself confused as to what was going on.
The next day…
"Girls call me jolly rancher," Randy called loudly as he walked into the kitchen, steadily recovering from the past week of pain that he had gone through. "Cause I stay so hard.. Akon and Young Jee-zay…"
"Mornin' Pretty-boy." Seany smiled at his 'remix', trying to finish the pregnancy magazine that she hadn't been able to finish because of the news they had received only a mere week and a half before.
"Hey prescious-es." Randy smirked, flicking Seany's hair and leaning over the back of the couch to pat her stomach. "When are you due?"
"Thursday." She answered plainly; it was only the day after the next. "Get off me perve." She commanded boredly, turning another thin magazine page.
"Y'all shut up." John grumbled from underneath a pile of blankets on the opposite couch; which was attached to Seany's by the corner cushions.
Randy flipped Seany's hair in her face for a brief moment, walking over to John's side of the two couches and sitting on the back of it. "Where's your girl?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
"She said she went to get us a surprise." John muttered, not moving.
"What kind of present?"
"I didn't say present, I said surprise."
"You said present."
Seany shook her head, glad that it hadn't escaladed any higher than what it was then. "You guys." She warned, glancing over at the two before looking back down at her reading material. "Calm down."
"Hey, no fights around Sean." Chris warned strictly from the hallway, as he walked into the living room from their bedroom. A grin appeared on Seany's face.
"Chris!" Her voice was filled with excitement and enthusiasm, as her body perked up so she could lean her head on the back of the couch.
"Hey baby," Chris smiled his sexy smile, one of the reasons why the WWE was so keen on keeping him. His uncanny sex appeal. He leaned over, kissing her tenderly on the lips; his light facial hair tickling her. She loved it; and it might eventually be the cause of the next Irvine baby. "How are you?"
"Good- we're good." She replied, smiling before he kissed her once again.
"Gag." Randy spat disgustedly, receiving a glare from the couple. He smiled sheepishly, allowing the two to once again decide to just drop it. Randy wasn't exactly worth the fight.
"Gag, gag, gag, gag, gag, gag, gag;" Seany mimicked him in a high-pitched and naggy voice, receiving a smirk from her husband as he wrapped his arms around her- plus a chuckle from the blanket-buried John. Randy crossed his arms, almost in a childish pout.
"Shut up you guys," He whined, almost completely joking and only somewhat plainly. He glared at the mound on the couch that was John, whom had once again let out a laugh- this one aggravating and intentionally trying to rile him up. Randy playfully leaned over to hit him, losing his balance and falling squarely on top of John.
Of course, it wasn't just a play fight after that. Sure the playful words and maybe a few brushes of fingertips; but that was it. The moment the other entered their 'personal bubble'; or in this case landed on the other one that was trying to sleep; it would be a full blown war.
"You damned idiot!" John shouted, emerging from the comforter and pushing Randy so hard that if he would have fell back he would have hit the other side of the couch.
"Shut up!" Randy growled in return, launching himself at John and both of them ending up shouting such nonsense at the other that the combination of both the highly raised voices made it too hard to understand what they were saying. Seany jumped at the slightly familiar sound of the fight, dropping her magazine in her lap and throwing her hands up incase objects began to fly. At first Chris leaned in closer, almost shielding her surprised and somewhat terrified body before deciding that he wouldn't give them a chance to do anything. Much less to his furniture; that would probably cause Seany's death quicker than a thrown pillow would. They were rolling overtop each other so violently that it seemed almost impossible not to land on or hit and brake the glass coffee table that sat in the middle of the living room- only a mere foot and a half away from the edge of the couch that John and Randy were so dangerously leaning towards.
"You'd better get the hell away from each other!" Chris's voice was new, and sudden- and he actually managed to beat them in volume; by a landslide. Both of the guys froze, letting go of the other and sitting up.
"Sorry," John and Randy muttered in unison, avoiding eye contact with anyone. Chris smiled victoriously, glad that he at least got them to forgive to each other- it had never happened before.
"Hey man, sorry Chris has to be a bitch." John apologize, putting his high-five-hand-shake into slow motion as he apparently said he was sorry to Randy. Randy nodded, shaking his hand in a 'ghetto' kind of way.
"It's alright; I know he can be a fag sometimes." Randy replied, receiving an icy look from Chris- and Seany serious thought he almost lost his self control. Yet for the past months he had been very strict on what went on around Seany; or at least to the point of fights and violence, smoking, drinking… That kind of stuff.
"I swear to God if you two don't stop…"
Seany once again began breathing normally, still eyeing them in a way that said she was ready to get out of the way if needed. Until she realized over the next silent moments that there wouldn't be any more fights going on for at least a few hours. "Chris…" Seany whined, holding her hands out to him. "Come here."
Chris cocked his head to the side in a show-off manner to the two, stepping over the mess of blankets and pillows on the floor and over to his wife. He sat down beside her, putting an arm around her and tucking some of her hair behind her other ear. "Hey angel," He said softly, stroking the side of her face.
"Gag!"
Randy shouted, as John in turn acted it out. Chris managed to ignore them, but Seany couldn't help but inwardly smile. On the outside she tried to appear angry and convincing. "Then get out, losers- this is our house."
After a moment of delay, the other two men sighed with defeated and warily stood up. "For the sake of your marriage; we're leaving this once." Randy winked at them, following a fatigued John slowly through the kitchen, up the stairs, and somewhere in the vast space of their house.
Seany waited until their trudging footsteps faded for her to turn to him. She didn't say anything, but rather laid her head on his shoulder and stared up at him innocently with her deep hazel eyes. Chris once again brushed her bangs out of her eyes, scooting closer to her. "What is it baby?" He asked, unable to break their eye contact.
"Do you still think I'm beautiful?" She asked awkwardly, looking away. It was a little hard for her to ask him- but she felt like she had to. It wasn't like his affection had gone down; actually it was quite the opposite. Yet after a few certain people called her 'fat' she wondered what other people thought. And of course the person's thoughts that mattered the most would be her spouse's. "You know, with me not exactly having the same figure and all…"
Chris looked dumbstruck, his jaw slightly dropped and the look that Seany gave John when she wanted to know 'if he really did just ask that question' in his eyes. "Please tell me you don't think any different." He merely stated, kissing her cheekbone delicately. "You look like an angel, baby." He whispered. "I don't care about your awesome little belly… It comes with the territory. I love it." He spoke normally, but in a convincing tone and so sincerely Seany didn't even know if she could possibly fake it. "I love you." Chris added once more in an even softer tone, leaning over and kissing her tenderly on the lips.
"I love you too," Seany replied in a barely audible whisper, pressing her lips back against his and starting a session of passionate kisses and feelings being passed between the two.