I disclaim again. I only own Charlie and those unknown.

A certain reader thought the last chapter may have been a bit much. Just to let you know, I always throw a bit of 'Hollywood' into my stories. I always add a little over the top stuff, that was my over the top for this story. A little whimsy. Also, Charlie and Randy are celebrities, why wouldn't they have friends that are celebrities? Also note, this is FICTION. If I want to add a world known couple to the story, that's what makes it fun.

Wrapping up this love story. This may be the final chapter, there may be one more.

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Chapter Twenty Two – The American Dream

Charlie stood at the bottom of the steps and let her head fall backward. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before all hell would break loose. She was about to unleash hell. Charlie and Randy had been to an all day barbeque that day with all of his friends and coworkers and their families. They tried to get together like that every few months alternating whose home would host the event. She dreaded her turn after Summer Slam. Especially since the end result was what she was experiencing now. 3. 2. 1. "Randy!" She yelled upstairs and it was suddenly as silent as could be. She then heard whispers and giggles. He did this every time. He had a knack for it. Whenever Charlie was ready to explode, Randy managed to get a smile from her. This time was no different. "Randy, I know you hear me!" She tried to sound angry, but it was fading as always.

"Yes, my love. May I help you with anything?" She could hear the laughter behind his words and the giggles continued. Charlie just shook her head and smiled as she made her way upstairs. Their two dogs were right behind her hoping it was bed time. The lights were out except for the hall light and she could make out the figures under the covers. "Sshhh. She's coming." Randy whispered loudly and more giggles from under the covers. The dogs were startled and attacked the comforter barking and growling eliciting screams and laughter. When they heard Randy's voice they joined in the games. Now she had a house full of chaos and wouldn't change it for anything.

"Bedtime. Now. You have to the count of three to get in your own beds and under the covers." Charlie paused and waited. "One!" She made her way to the side of the bed. "Two!" She heard Randy tell them they better hurry. "Two and a half!" And with that, the covers were thrown back and three little bodies came bursting out. She grabbed them and growled like a bear. More screams and giggles. Randy picked up his family and collapsed on the bed. He looked at his wife and his children. They had married four years ago and had twins a year later. 18 months after that they had another baby. Could he be any happier? Definitely not.

Brody and Brennan, the daredevil twin boys were a wonderful mix of their parents. Chocolate hair closely cropped, large, almond shaped eyes as blue as the ocean, full lips the girls would fall over in the next 15 years, tall and slender. Naturally athletic. Smart as could be. And then there was daddy's girl, Hayden Grace. She had none of her father's features, but had his spitfire attitude. She knew exactly how to work her daddy and played him to no end. Randy was a willing participant to her manipulations and didn't care that he was a pawn in her endeavors. He would do anything for her. Part of the reason was Hayden was the exact replica of her mother and everyone knew Randy worshipped the ground Charlie walked on.

Randy was on top of the world professionally. What he thought was harmless drug use turned into the loss of his job. His shoulder was a constant issue and he had taken low level steroids and other painkillers to help him. He had popped positive in the wellness program and was released as a wrestler. It was the WWE's policy and no matter how talented Randy was, Vince had to follow the rules. Randy was then offered the General Manager position of Smackdown when Teddy Long retired and he'd accepted. He brought his family with him when he traveled; neither he nor his wife wanted their children to miss out on experiencing different cultures and learning about the history of each city and country.

With one home in Tampa and another in Los Angeles, they volleyed between the cities. Charlie retired from mystery writing and began writing children's books. She had been inspired by their friend's struggle with their second child. Dave and Leila had a beautiful son who was always playing with Brody and Brennan. If the 3 boys weren't at Charlie and Randy's, they were at Dave and Leila's. Their daughter was born with a cyst and had surgery within her first hours of life. Charlie wrote a small story about it and her publisher had loved it, so she and Leila started doing children's books. Leila did the artwork for the stories and the books were a huge success. John and Maria had separated when she left the WWE to pursue a career in fashion (distance didn't make the heart grow fonder), but he met a great girl at the gym he frequented. They had married within six months and had a son a year later. Joey Cena was Hayden's age and they were inseparable.

It seemed life couldn't be better for Randy, Charlie and their friends. Dave was the General Manager for Raw, his body finally had had enough, Randy was running the show on Smackdown and John was in the same spot Taker was. He may be young but his body was suffering from all the travel and bumps he put himself through. He made appearances every now and again, mainly at pay per views or huge house shows such as Madison Square Garden.

Randy and Charlie put their kids to bed and began their own nightly routine. He watched his wife change for bed marveling at her body. Her hips were wider, her tummy bore the scar of the emergency caesarean needed for Hayden, her breasts were larger, but she worked hard to maintain a healthy body. She may never be the size four she was before three kids, but she looked wonderful as a six sometimes eight. Randy didn't care what size she was, she had given him the world, who was he to criticize. She was a wonderful mother, an amazing wife and his greatest treasure as his best friend. Their sex life never faltered and still had loads of spice, but as each month passed, as each child had been born, he felt a deeper connection to her. Even the toys and games they used and played had meaning behind them. She may dress like a French maid, stripper, cowgirl, or whatever he fancied, but he always made love to her.

"I love you." He said as he stared at her in awe. Charlie looked over at him and smiled.

"I love you too." She responded and continued with her routine.

"I'm serious, baby girl." He stood in front of her and took her face in his hands. He loved her lips and kissed them softly, running his tongue along her bottom lip. "I love you."

"I love you." She said as she placed her hands on his waist. She was so proud of him and all he'd achieved. She couldn't thank him enough for her gorgeous family. Randy felt the same. Content was an understatement. He was looking into the eyes of the one woman who controlled his world. He would look into those eyes until the day he died. If that was tomorrow, he would have known joy, sorrow, heartbreak and heartache. He would know true laughter, the thrill of fatherhood, the fear of fatherhood, the boundless love of a wife and had learned how to love and be loved unconditionally. His family was his greatest accomplishment. Professional achievements were nothing compared to the other four people in his home. She taught him to be a man, a better man, a believer in life. Charlotte Murphy Orton was perfection. Perfect for Randy.