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Tyson awoke the next morning to see Randy sitting beside her stoically. His jaw twitched reflexively as his piercing blue eyes watched her. He looked so ruggedly handsome it took her breath away. He was still in his attire from the night before, a five o'clock shadow barely visible along his chiseled jaw line. He eyed the noisy monitor above her head. She frowned up at it for giving away her elevated heart rate.
She looked back at his devilish smirk, "Don't say anything."
He chuckled then, amused by her reaction. She reached up to stretch her stiff limbs out and cried out in pain when she did.
"Shit, I forgot." she gasped, clutching her stomach.
She hadn't even realized he had moved but his strong hands were holding her steady as his brow furrowed.
His lips pressed to her forehead, "Don't scare me like that."
"Remind me that I just got my appendix removed next time okay?" she grimaced, "Why didn't you go back to the hotel and get some sleep? Being a superhero is hard work isn't it?"
He moved a strand of hair away from her face, "You're the only person I save and I didn't want to leave you."
He could tell she was unsure, he could read it in her crystal blue eyes.
He leaned forward and kissed her lips, "Are you hungry?"
"Very." she smiled.
He was so easy to be around, he was so familiar, it didn't feel like she had to do anything to be in love with him. He reached over and picked up the phone and told whoever was on the other line that Tyson was awake and ready for breakfast.
"You have to wrestle tonight, shouldn't you already be at the arena?" she asked reclining back against the pillows.
"You trying to get rid of me?" he smirked.
"I don't want you to get in trouble because of me." she said.
He scoffed, "I'm Randy Orton, it wouldn't be Wrestlemania without me."
"How could I forget?" she smiled, "Where is everybody at?"
A nurse entered with a tray of food and sat in on the mobile table.
Tyson sat up and hissed in pain, "I really did not know I used my stomach this much."
The nurse smiled, "I'll be back to change your bandages when you finish."
"So where is everybody?" she asked as she dug into her food.
He poked the straw through the foil on her orange juice, "They went back to the hotel after you fell asleep. I had to kick your dad out, his back was hurting but he didn't want to leave you."
Tyson shrugged, "Guess he thinks highly enough of you to leave me in your care."
Randy crunched on a piece of bacon, "I didn't really give him a choice."
"You are highly opinionated and set in your ways to be so young." she joked.
He snorted, "Now I know you're feeling better. That Tyson charm and sarcasm is back in full effect."
"Whatever, you missed it." she rolled her eyes.
"I missed you." he admitted.
She looked up at the stupid heart rate monitor that sped up again, "That's going to be the first I'm unhooked from."
He chuckled and kissed her temple.
After they finished breakfast Tyson laid back against Randy's arm, her head on his shoulder.
"I think my stitches are going to pop." she said quietly, as she watched his pulse in his neck.
"Don't say that." he whispered, his eyes half lidded.
She felt bad that he had stayed with her and had obviously gotten very little sleep on the eve of the biggest night in wrestling.
"What did you want to do after they release you?" he asked, "Did you want to come to the show tonight?"
"I want to but I don't think it would be a good idea." she replied.
He nodded in agreement, "Stay in my room for tonight then. I'll make sure you have everything you need before I leave and I'll get back as soon as possible. Then after that, you can come and stay with me if you want."
The unfamiliar conversation was causing goosebumps to raise on her arm. They had only technically started dating last night and he was already talking about co-habitating.
"I'll just go home actually. I kind of miss my house." she said hoping to divert him.
He nodded closing his eyes again, "I'll book our flight today."
Tyson chewed on her lower lip. Her flight response was kicking in again. She loved Randy she did, but she had no idea how to deal with him relationship wise.
Sure she'd had a couple guys with repeat performances because they were great in bed and Randy was definitely in that category, but THIS was not THAT. THIS was emotional, THAT was physical. He was offering to take care of her, not "the business."
He was going to see her house, her bedroom, her belongings, no one had ever gotten that far, most didn't even know her last name for fucks sake. She wasn't ready for all of this.
"Whatever rebuttal you're planning over there, stop it." Randy said quietly.
Tyson looked over at him, his eyes were still closed, how did he know she was plotting a get away?
He leaned over and kissed her, his bedroom eyes locking on hers, "You're not getting rid of me that easily, so stop worrying and psyching yourself out."
A knock at the door made Tyson jump and wince.
"Time to change your bandages." the sunny nurse called.
Randy got up so he wouldn't be in the way. Tyson's gown was moved and the bandages removed.
Randy frowned at the sutures, he didn't like them being there. They looked wrong on her flawless body. Her caramel skin was marred by the stitches and it irritated him to no end.
Tyson whimpered softly.
"It's always the worst on the second day, but everything looks fine. You should be discharged as soon as your doctor signs off." the nurse said covering Tyson back up, "If you want to go ahead and change feel free to."
"Thanks." Tyson said as the door closed again.
Randy grabbed a small bag beneath his chair and pulled out her clothes, "Logan picked this out for you so don't blame me."
He laid out a comfortable t-shirt and her favorite Juicy track suit.
"Did you want me to help you?" he asked.
"Maybe, let me see what I can do." she said reaching for her bra.
She pulled the gown off and slipped on her undergarments fairly easily. He helped with her t-shirt so she wouldn't have to stretch and by the time she was dressed the nurse came back with a wheelchair so she could leave. Randy pulled his rental around and helped Tyson into the seat.
On the way to the hotel he drove ten times slower than his normal speed and avoided as many bumps as possible.
"I want to know something." she announced, "When everyone came into the room after we talked, you looked really sad, what was that about?"
Randy swallowed thickly, he thought that look had gone unnoticed.
"I don't remember." he lied.
"Please tell me." she asked.
He sighed, "Before we got you to the hospital…Logan had convinced me that you were…pregnant."
Tyson sat back shocked by his answer, "I guess that does make sense, but why were you sad about it? Thought you were going to have to put up with me forever then huh?"
"I was actually looking forward to it." he told her truthfully.
She was really shocked then.
He saw her expression and knew he needed to explain himself, "I didn't know how you felt at the time, and I was actually really thankful about the possibility of us having a child together because I would have at least had a part of you that was mine."
Tyson looked out the window, her eyes welling up. She felt sure that he was going to say he was scared to be attached to her, that he wasn't ready to have a kid. He brought her hand to his lips and kissed the back of it.
"How do you do that? How do you always make me feel so special and…" she cut off.
"Loved?" he quirked an eyebrow at her, "Because you are and I do love you. You're the only person that makes sense to me."
She smiled, "You know if I weren't so sore I would show you how much you mean to me too."
He chuckled, "We'll get around to it. Soon, I hope."
She shivered remembering his long, lean body, "Me too."
After Wreslemania was over with Randy went back to the hotel to stay with Tyson, opting out of a night with the boys. They flew to Charlotte the next morning and arrived at her house around midday.
"It's very you." Randy said walking into the large two story house.
"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked dropping her purse onto the table in the foyer.
"Flashy yet classy, totally Tyson." he grinned wrapping his tattooed arms around her shoulders and kissing her cheek, "You gonna show me around?"
"I guess I should since you're officially my boyfriend now." she smiled actually liking that she had some ownership of him.
All of her fears about him being there seemed trivial now. He really did have some kind of magical power over her and her emotions. She showed him around the house and ended up in the kitchen. He was whipping them up some lunch while she called her father to let him know she was okay.
"Yes, he's still putting up with me. Shut up, it was his choice, I never said it was a smart one. Okay, I know you're kidding, I love you too. We'll come see you later. Bye." she laughed hanging up the phone.
He kissed her neck, "Why don't you go lay down while I clean up some."
She turned to look up at him, "You'll won't be long will you?"
He shook his head, "Luckily you're a neat freak like I am. Not much to clean around here."
She smiled mischievously, "Well I did just move in too. So I might be an undercover slob."
"I doubt that." he said, his eyes gleaming.
She loved it when he had that look of deviousness in his eye. That sparkle of all the secrets he kept of all the things he could do. That's what kept her interest as Logan would say. Randy was no where near being one dimensional like all of the other guys that had been in Tyson's life.
He rinsed the dishes and left them in the sink and wiped down the countertops until he was satisfied with his clean up. He spied a dry-erase board on her refrigerator and smirked. He pulled the top off with his teeth and wrote "Randy + Tyson" in his scrawled handwriting. He chuckled, wondering what kind of response that would get from her.
"TYSON!" a woman yelled, letting herself in the front door.
Randy wet his lips with a frown. He didn't know who the hell this was but they were either going to leave or shut the fuck up before they woke Tyson up. He stalked into the living room to cut the banshee off.
"Think you could keep it down, she's asleep upstairs." he growled.
Barbie stopped in her tracks. Tyson had a MAN in the house! That stirred up her alcoholic stupor even more.
"Who the hell are you? And where the hell is that little bitch at?" she slurred, pointing a finger sharply into the middle of his chest.
Randy had to swallow his temper back down. He was quickly losing it with this psycho bitch. He bit the inside of his cheek to focus on something other than physically throwing the woman out.
"I'm her boyfriend, Randy, and I already told you that she was upstairs." he said his voice low.
Barbie threw her head back in an exaggerated laugh, "Tyson….a boyfriend….please."
"Look, I don't know who you are, but you can come back when she's awake okay?" he coaxed, somehow finding patience to deal with her.
She broke free of his grasp forcefully, the outrage clearly evident, "Don't you dare put your hands on me! I'll file for assault so fast it'll make your head spin you little shit."
Randy gritted his teeth together, he had never had anyone speak to him with such malice.
"Now you step aside, I've got some words for that little cunt." she hissed pointing her finger in his chest again.
He blocked her path, "You're not going anywhere. You're going to leave or I'm going to call the cops."
"FUCK YOU!" she roared, shouldering past him.
He was surprised by her strength, for such a tiny woman, she had almost knocked him down completely. He recovered and grabbed her arms again. She turned, fully prepared to attempt to kick his ass.
"Mama?" Tyson's quiet voice called from the doorway.
Randy froze. THIS was her mother?
"What are you doing?" Tyson asked looking at Randy's slack grip on her mother's arms.
She could see the shock on his face. He let go of Barbie completely, still trying to grasp that this woman was her mother.
Barbie looked like an off kilter robot as she pursued toward her daughter. She laughed to herself as she got closer to Tyson. She wasn't full of her liquid courage today. She was nervous and scared, something Barbie could use to her advantage.
Tyson's eyes filled with tears as she tried to remain calm. She knew that look in her mother's eyes.
"I didn't know you were stopping by…" Tyson trailed off, not knowing what else to say.
Her ruby red lips pulled back into an awful, twisted grin, sarcasm leaked from the corners as her beady eyes narrowed, "You wouldn't have brought your boyfriend by to meet 'Mommy Dearest'?"
She could see Tyson quivering in fear, just like she used to do when she was a child.
Tyson kept her mouth closed, anything she said would only make the situation worse, if that were even possible. She lowered her gaze to the floor, an unspoken sign that she wasn't willing to fight this time. Hopefully Barbie would see her submission and accept the white flag she was waving.
She pulled Tyson's chin up, the eerie fake smile still on her face, "Cat got your tongue darling?"
She shook her head slowly, still averting her eyes. Randy was seething in the distance. It made him furious to see Tyson being dominated like she was. He knew she was stronger than that, she never backed down from anything, not even him at his angriest. He watched as Barbie put her arm around Tyson and faced him.
"Did she tell you about herself Randy? Did she tell you that she's never had an actual boyfriend and the reason why?" she asked before going into her drunken monologue, "My daughter is a whore that's why. She sleeps with just as many guys as you do women I bet. She doesn't even remember ninety five percent of their names, so what the hell do you think makes you so special? Too bad she's not getting paid, huh? Wouldn't have to worry about dealing with that slob of a father. I never could figure out what I saw in him, that's where she gets it from…being a slut…she gets it from him. He's fucked practically every bitch on the east coast."
"Mama…please." Tyson pleaded.
Barbie turned sharply gripping her daughter's shoulders painfully to shove her into the wall hard enough to knock the breath out of her.
"You're not going to trick him you pathetic bitch. I won't let you." she laughed.
Tyson looked up, nose to nose with her mother, tears streaming down her face, "He loves me Mama, and I love him."
For whatever reason, whether it was the alcohol or jealousy Barbie snapped, her dark eyes turned to black ice in their sockets. She let out an animalistic shriek as she slapped Tyson to the ground.
Randy was rooted to the spot he was standing in. He was completely taken aback by Barbie's actions, but was quick as lightening to stop her when he saw her pulling back to kick at Tyson on the ground. He rushed to her and pulled her away from Tyson just as she was kicking her leg back out. She missed by inches from a direct blow to Ty's midsection.
He drug her backwards out to the porch kicking and screaming. He stopped when he was out in the driveway a safe enough distance away from the house. She collapsed in a heap when he let her go. She was bent over sobbing into the concrete, screaming between moans. He had never seen anything like this before in his life. He had no idea what to do.
He looked up and saw Tyson coming down the stairs, "Don't come any closer Ty, just stay right there."
Barbie looked up, "Why didn't you call me and tell me you were in the hospital? I would have…I could have…I was so mad at you Tyson, I'm still mad! You have everybody and I only have you and you hate me…"
Barbie was almost incoherent as she screamed and cried at her. Tyson stood on the steps of the porch hunched over, her eyes were like melting glaciers as she watched her mother.
Ric came screeching up moments later. He slammed the car door and threw his hands up as he came around and saw Barbie slumped onto the ground.
"Damnit Barbie!" he cursed going to her immediately, "Why do you do this?"
She let out another piercing scream in response.
Ric shook his head furiously, looking over at Randy, "Is she okay?"
He looked back at Tyson, "I don't know."
"Take her inside. I'll deal with her and come back to check on ya'll." he instructed Randy.
He went to Tyson and cradled her in his arms as they walked back inside the house.
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