Title: Baby Steps (7?)

Author: AngelicTorture

Disclaimer: I own nothing and no one you recognise, I only own the OC's.

Rating: PG13

Pairing: Randy/OC. Possible Randy/Lita eventually.

Spoilers: Lita leaving.

Notes: Response to andonly's challenge posted at litafics on LJ about Randy and his wife needing a surrogate to have a baby for them. I'm using real names in this and storylines are just storylines.

Summery: If you wanted something so badly what would you do to get it?

Part 7: Doesn't need me.


Randy swept the redhead up in his arms and spun her round.

"You're really pregnant?"

"Uh huh." Amy showed him the pregnancy test she was holding but he still looked stunned.

"I have to call Sarah…"

His hands shook as he pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed his wife's number.

"Hello?" Sarah Orton answered sleepily.

"Good morning mommy."

"What?"

Randy rolled his eyes.

"Ames did a test this morning…she's pregnant…we're having a baby."

"That's great…"

Randy was too happy to notice the less that enthusiastic tone in his wife's voice.

"Can you believe this honey? In a few months we're gonna be parents…this is what we've always wanted."

"Yeah…it's great news sweetie…"

"Are you ok?"

"I'm fine…it's just really early and you kinda woke me up."

"I'm sorry honey, I completely forgot about the time difference…I'm gonna go and let you get back to sleep…I love you Sarah."

"I…I love you too sweetie."

Sarah hung up and threw her phone across the room, tears spilling from her green eyes. This should be everything she wanted but it wasn't, now Amy was pregnant Randy wouldn't need her anymore. He was going to have his precious baby, the baby she'd thought she wanted.

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"Is she as excited as you?" Amy asked the still grinning Randy.

"I think so, I forgot how early it is though, and she was still half asleep."

"I guess it'll take time to sink in…I still don't quite believe it myself." The redhead wore a Cheshire cat grin of her own.

Randy sat on the soon to be former diva's bed and starred at her.

"What?"

"It's just so…amazing…my baby is in there right now…"

"Yup…that is pretty amazing."

Randy reached his hand out towards her stomach.

"Can I?"

Amy rolled her eyes.

"You don't have to ask permission to touch my stomach Randy."

The St Luis native laid his hand gently on her belly.

"It still doesn't feel real…"

"Just wait till I start showing, it'll feel real enough then."

"I can't wait…"

"I can't wait either…for all the morning sickness, backache, swollen ankles, kicking, not being able to see my feet anymore…"

Randy's smile faltered.

"I'm kidding, none of that stuff is gonna matter…"

"Ames you know that if you need anything at all you don't even have to ask right?" Randy asked looking suddenly serious.

"I know…you know what I need right now?"

"What?"

"Breakfast." The redhead giggled and took his hand, pulling him up from the bed and out the door.

xxxXXxxx

Sarah was sitting on her bed holding a picture of her and Randy they'd had taken on their honeymoon. Life had been so perfect then, before they knew she couldn't have children. Maybe if they'd known then Randy would never have married her. She wished they'd never decided to have kids, in fact if Randy hadn't been so set on it she probably wouldn't have done it.

She thought she wanted kids because that's what you're supposed to do, get married and have babies. Randy had wanted a baby so badly and she'd let herself get caught up in that. She'd seen his eyes light up anytime someone mentioned babies. She didn't mind kids but now it was actually happening she couldn't keep fooling herself anymore.

Of course Randy wanted a little version of himself to carry on the Orton name, what guy wouldn't? but he wasn't gonna be the one left at home with it. He wasn't the one expected to love a baby that wasn't his.

He didn't need her anymore, he probably didn't love her either, how could he love the person who couldn't give him what he wanted? He had Amy now, the mother of his child. Wiping tears away from her face she got up and started pulling her clothes out of the closet.

30 minutes later the brunette had packed as much as she could carry and written a note for Randy. With a sniffle she slid her wedding ring off and laid it on the bed next to the note.


My poor Randy muse...just when things start going good for him i have to go and be all evil again. please reveiw hunnies : )