-Randy's P.O.V-

2 Years Later

John and I were spending a day just chillin', we were currently fishing at the same lake where I had told Sara I loved her almost exactly two years ago.

"Hey, John. You know I love Sara, right?" Of course he knew.

"Duh, you've never been so gaga over any girl before."

"Could I have your blessing?"

"Blessing?" John looked at me confused.

"Don't tell me you're that stupid," I sighed. He was my best friend, but he could really be extremely dense sometimes.

"You wanna marry my sister?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said slowly.

"Man, I wouldn't want her to marry anyone else." I smiled at him. I thanked him and started thinking about how I'd do it.

"Hey do you think she'd like it if I..."

-Sara's P.O.V.-

Monday Night Raw was tonight. Randy, John, and Monica had been acting very odd lately. Monica had forced me to wear a dress, when I was only going out for Randy's match tonight. It wasn't even a Championship match. John and Randy had been avoiding me and running around like chickens with their heads cut off. It was starting to get irritating not knowing what the hell was going on. I was just about done with that bull.

"Monica, I don't need to wear a damn dress to Raw. What the hell is going on? Why are you guys acting so crazy?" I asked.

"There's a surprise party for Evan, since he's gonna finally get a title chance, in the ring at the end of the show. Just put on the damn dress."

"Ugh, fine!" I groaned and put on the dress and heels and jewelry that she had picked out for me. I kept my hair straight and only put on minimal makeup. Monica looked at me and rolled her eyes.

"You need more makeup. Don't you wanna look hot, for Randy?" she asked with an annoyingly high voice. I rolled my eyes and darkened my eyeliner and created a smoky effect with my eye shadow.

"Better?" Monica nodded. I rolled my eyes and waited for the beginning of the party. Monica and I watched John and Randy's matches, both of which they were victorious. Then it was time for everyone to go out to the ring for Evan's party. Randy, Monica, John and I climbed in the ring, seeing as how we were Evan's best friends. A crew member handed Randy, John and myself a mic. I was slightly confused as to why I got a mic and Monica didn't. Evan came out when his music started playing, he was also holding a mic.

"Now, Sara, I know you were expecting to congratulate me, but right now is not about me." I was so damn confused. I turned and looked at Randy.

"Randy, what's going on?" I asked.

"Sara, we've been together for almost two years now, right?" he asked into the mic.

"Yeah..." I said into the mic, slowly.

"And you know that I love you, more than anything, right?"

"Yeah, so?"

"So, I have been thinking a lot lately. About us. And I have a question for you to answer. Please don't answer this the way I hope you wont..." Randy took something out of his pocket and got down on one knee. My eyes went wide and my jaw dropped. Finally I understood what was happening. "Sara, I love you, I want you and only you forever, as long as you'll let me keep you as mine. Please, will you do me the honor of marrying me and vowing to love me and be my wife, forever?" Tears welled up in my eyes, and I couldn't help but smile.

"Oh, my God, yes! Of course!" I said and hugged him. He stood up straight again. He picked me up and twirled me around. He took the ring out of the small box and slipped it on my ring finger and kissed it, then he kissed my lips. The emotions of the moment reflecting in the kiss. Both of us so happy.

"Now, Randy. You know she's my sister. You also know that you have my blessing. But if you do anything to hurt her I will make you wish you'd never been the winner of the race to the egg." John's voice was low and threatening, but Randy only smiled and nodded. Everyone cheered and yelled, some women booed. I could only smile and look at my new fiancée.

The five of us had decided that it was time to celebrate after the show and we all went to the nearest bar. John and Randy were plastered within half an hour of being there. Monica, Evan, and I were just listening to them bag on each other. We couldn't stop laughing, I almost peed my pants. We left about an hour or so after that, it took all three of us to lift John into his truck. It took Monica and I to get Randy in the truck. It would have only taken myself if he hadn't have decided to purposely make it as hard as possible for me to get him in the truck.

Somehow we all made it back to the hotel. Monica, Evan, and I helped John to his and Monica's room first. When Evan and I came back to get Randy, he was gone. We went to the clerk to see if she had see him.

"Ma'am, did you see a guy with tattoos all over his arms, blue eyes, almost shaved head?" I asked. She nodded and pointed at a t-shirt on the counter.

"This his?" I looked at her, blushed then thanked her and she handed me the shirt. She just smiled at me and laughed. We soon found one of his shoes, on a lamp... I picked it up and looked at Evan. He just started laughing. I told him he could go to his room, he just nodded and laughed all the way to his room. On the way to mine and Randy's room I found his other shoe, both his socks, his belt and his undershirt. When I opened the door to our room I found his lying on the bed, naked. I just smacked my forehead and shook my head.

"Randy, why are you naked?"

"It was too much hot, warm," he slurred. I laughed and threw his clothes on top of his bag.

"Where are your boxers?" He just looked at me and shrugged. He smiled like a little kid in a candy store. He held his arms out to me, ushering me to come lay with him. "Wait till I find your boxers." He pouted and crossed his arms. I looked all over the room, but I couldn't find his boxers anywhere. "Randy, what the hell happened to your boxers?" I asked while laughing.

"The microchip was warming them up."

"Microchip?" I asked, completely confused.

"Yeah, the thing with the door and the buttons beepers and the timer and the sound and it warms stuff up. You know, a microchip!" He explained while making sounds to go with the explanation. He was talking about a microwave. I shook my head and looked in the microwave, sure enough there they were. I shook my head as I took them out. I walked over to the bed and helped him put them on. He pulled me down next to him and snuggled his head into my breasts. "Comfy... God's pillows to man." I laughed and he soon fell asleep. I kissed the top of his head and thought that I should do the same, seeing as how tomorrow we were going to tell my family. Lord knows they're a very, very big handful.

~The Next Day at The Cena House~

"Oh, honey we're so happy for you!" My mom, Carol, squealed and hugged me tightly.

"You didn't knock her up, did ya?" my dad, John Sr., asked Randy. The look on his face was supposed to be terrifying, and it was scaring Randy.

"No, she's still a virgin, I promise." Randy was almost shaking. I giggled at him. He really needs to loosen up, dad was joking.

"I'm just kidding son, but um, thanks for the information. Welcome to the Cena family, kid," my dad said and shook his hand. Randy blushed and smiled. Then came my brothers. Oh, God, help me please.

They ran into the kitchen and all started talking at once, congratulating Randy and I. I rolled my eyes. They needed to learn to speak separately. "Okay, guys! Thank you. I get it, please just shut up now." They all stopped talking and walked calmly back into the game room, where they were probably playing Black Ops again. Randy looed at me, his eyes begging to go and play. I rolled my eyes again and let him go. That's when my mom started in on me about planning.

"So, have you started any planning yet?"

"Mom, he asked me yesterday..." I told her.

"So? By the time I was 15, I had my whole wedding planned." I couldn't help but laugh. That was mom, always ready for everything. "Let's get started." She dragged me to the dining room table and took a big binder from under the table.

"What's that?" I asked.

"You're planning binder. I know how unorganized you are. I knew I'd have to help. Plus, I am a professional." She was. I wasn't going to argue her about helping, as long as I made the choices. We actually got a lot done. We chose a place, set up dress shopping appointments, called a cake place, and even picked out my bridesmaids. Monica was, of course, my maid of honor.

It was a lot of fun planning the wedding. Mom helped a lot. We had a general outline going by the time I was too tired to do anything else but sleep. I even fell asleep at the table. I was woken up to Randy picking me up to take us out to his truck, so we could go to the hotel. I managed a feeble bye to my family, Randy drove us to the hotel and carried me up to our room. He laid me on the bed and took off my jeans. He laid next to me and held me until I was fully asleep.

~Fast forward to The Wedding~

Today was the day. The day I've been waiting for. The day I become Mrs. Randy Orton. Monica was doing my hair. Man, if it wasn't for her, I'd be throwing up in the bathroom right now. I haven't been able to see Randy since last night and I miss him so much!

Monica helped me get into my dress. She then did my make up and finished my hair. It was almost time. My dad knocked on the door to the dressing room.

"Sweetie, it's time." I started hyperventilating. "Calm down, Sara. Breathe." My dad was holding my shoulders. He hugged me.

"Oh, daddy, I love you."

"I love you too honey. Now let's get you married." He held his arm out to me and I hooked my arm in it. He walked me to the double doors, waiting for me. I looked at him one last time and he smiled, he had tears in his eyes.

"Daddy, no crying."

"You're my only little girl, and I'm giving you away today." I smiled and wiped away a stray tear.

"Let's do this." He smiled at me and the doors opened. We walked down the aisle, I was praying the whole time that I didn't trip. I didn't, thankfully. Randy looked at me. The smile on his face was huge. My dad and I stopped walking.

"And who is giving away this beautiful, young lady today?" The pastor asked.

"Her family and I," my dad said. He let go of my arm and handed my hand to Randy. I handed my bouquet to Monica, who smiled at me reassuringly. I smiled back and looked at Randy.

"Dear friends, we gather here today to witness the holy matrimony of these two young people. Randal Keith Orton and Sara Anne Cena. Please bow your head and pray with me." He said a prayer, I was too anxious to listen. The vows come next. It's almost done.

"I Randal Keith Orton, take you Sara Anne Cena, to be my wedded wife. To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness or in health, to love and to cherish 'till death do us part." I grinned as he slipped the ring onto my finger.

"I Sara Anne Cena, take you Randal Keith Orton, to be my wedded husband. To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness or in health, to love and to cherish 'till death do us part." He smiled at me as I put the ring on his finger.

"I now pronounce you man and wife. Randal, you may kiss your bride." Randy brushed his thumb against my cheek with one hand as he held my hand with the other. He slowly closed the space between our lips and it was official. We were married. As our kiss broke we heard the cheers of all our family and friends. We smiled at each other and turned to look at them, smiles plastered on our faces. As he held my hand we walked down the aisle and to a room where we were allowed to wind down a little bit before the reception.

"Randy,"

"Yeah?"

"We're really married. Really, really married." I said as I sat in a large chair in the corner of the room. Randy kneeled in front of me and took my hands in his. He kissed each knuckle and the back of each hand.

"We are." He looked at me, his eyes bore straight into my soul. "I love you. More than anything."