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Chapter 2- Lone Star State of Mind

"So, have you decided on a venue for the wedding?" Randy asked, sitting down on the bed next to me, and all of the brochures lying out before me. I sat Indian style, one hand on my growing belly, and the other tapping an ink pen to my lips. It was Saturday morning, and we were still in Houston. We didn't have to get to San Antonio until tomorrow afternoon, so, we cut back on the traveling until a day later.

"I think so," I murmured, picking up a small section of colorful papers, giving them a one over one more time. The wedding was in three weeks, and I was still trying to hammer out the details. We had to plan according to our work schedule, so we were getting married in California. "What do you think about this one?"

I handed Randy the Squaw Creek Resort papers. It was in Squaw Valley, Lake Tahoe California. I was leaning more towards that one for several reasons. They had an amazing wedding package: for one lump fee, it covered the ceremony, the reception, the guest's hotel rooms, a cook that prepared the wedding cake and Randy and I's hotel suite for the week. The ceremony hall, from the pictures, was beautiful with one wall full of windows, showing the falling snow; depending on the time of year. And it being a December wedding, I was looking forward to the white landscape in the background. My eyes watched Randy as he skimmed the papers. There were several things that he helped me with on the wedding, but he knew when to give up, and just let me do it. Randy had an irritating talent at being good at everything he seemed to do; so I was kind of amused when wedding planning wasn't one of his strong points.

"I think it's perfect," he said, setting the papers back down in front of me. I was happy that he approved, because this is what I wanted. He stretched out and laid his head on my thigh. I smirked down at him, running my left hand over his head. I couldn't help my eyes watching the sparkle of my ring. It would never lose its beauty to me. "I'll call them Monday and book it."

I opened my mouth to speak, but a knock on the door interrupted me. I heard Randy sigh, and rolled off the bed. When he opened the door, I saw that Adam was standing on the other side. I smiled at him, and turned back to my planning. I wrote down all the names of people we would need to call to let them know about the venue decision. Which really was, my small amount of family, Randy's choices for family invitations and a few of his friends. We didn't have time for a big blow out, nor did we want one. I heard Adam begin to speak as he sat on the bed.

"Finally made a decision?" he smirked at me. I rolled my eyes at him, fighting the smile on my face as I nodded.

"Yes, so leave December eleventh open," I said pointedly. He was one of Randy's groomsmen after all. And the thought of the wedding party made me semi-depressed. I counted in my mind, all my bridesmaids: Zoey would be my Matron of Honor, with Casie and Edoin right behind her as my bridesmaids. But Randy's part is were I got upset. John was his best man, with Adam being the only other groomsman. And I know it hurt Randy to not have one of the men in the group that he wanted. His brother, Nathan.

But it wasn't like I told him I didn't want him there. Because that is not the case. I wanted Nathan to be there, for Randy at least. But, I don't know, I guess Randy was either still mad at him for the things he said to me, or just not asking him for my sake. Either way, it upset me. I sighed, pushing the thought from my head for the moment. I would try to figure out a way to right this, but I couldn't right now. Then I made myself rejoin the conversation between Adam and Randy.

"Yeah, we have an extra hectic schedule for us coming up," Randy said, reclining back on the bed, propping up on his pillow. "Going to my parents' for Thanksgiving in a week and a half, then the wedding after that; all around our work travels."

I fought the stress that was building up in my body at the thoughts of all events that were looming. "And then Christmas at my family's house after that. And we must not forget my doctor's appointment next week."

"What doctor's appointment?" Adam said, making himself comfortable on the bed. I saw Randy fighting his smile from the corner of my eye. I rolled my own, and began to pick and straighten up the papers on the bed. I had never seen Randy in such good spirits for this long before.

"My sonogram appointment is this Tuesday, in Florida," I informed Adam, piling the papers on the floor beside me. I groaned slightly, arching my back from discomfort. "We find out the sex of the baby then."

"How are pulling off traveling so much and keeping up with doctor records?" Adam asked, looking between me and Randy. A question that Randy and I had already settled. Because we knew this was going to difficult with my job and being pregnant.

"Well, I get a copy of all my notes from the doctor that I go to that day and give them to the head trainer that travels with us. He's not really intended for his kind of medical issues," I explained, rubbing my stomach softly, "but it's just going to have to do for now. After the sonogram, I'll be giving my chart to the trainers."

"It's a boy, by the way," Randy said, and I heard the proud feeling lacing his voice. Randy was dying to find out what our baby was, even if he doesn't show it often. I couldn't fight my smile any longer. I shook my head in amusement.

"Randy, you don't know what it is," I countered him, holding my hands on my stomach. "It could be either a boy or a girl."

"It's not like I'm saying I dead set on a boy," Randy replied, running his fingers down my spine, "I would be happy with either a boy or a girl. It's just that I have a feeling." I laughed softly at the dreamy look on his face.

"I thought the woman was supposed to get the intuition?" Adam joked, raising his eyebrow at Randy. "What next, are you going to have sympathy pains?" Randy kicked Adam's leg with his foot. I laughed even harder at his antics. "Well, I did have a reason to come see you two."

I looked to Adam, "And?"

"It's that girl that has been sending me all of the packages. I had thought she'd quit, because I haven't received anything in several months, but I was wrong. She's at it again," he explained, handing me an envelope. I looked at him in confusion, and slipping my fingers into the already opened slit. And I pulled out several pictures, clipped together. My mouth fell open as I flipped through the pictures. Each shot was of the same girl, her head out of view each time. But what made it so disturbing, was her clothing and poses. She was wearing nothing but a black lacy bra, and matching panties. And in some pictures, the bra wasn't even in use.

"What in the hell?" I said exasperatedly. I looked to Randy, and saw his look of shock and disgust as he viewed each picture. Adam had the same look on his face.

"I don't know what to do," he said. I wouldn't know what to do if I was in his situation. It creeped me out, and the pictures weren't even meant for me. Imagine how Adam must be feeling. But as I looked at the pictures again, I gasped. Adam looked at me in confusion. "What?"

"Do you recognize something in these pictures?" I exclaimed, handing them back to Adam. But I could obviously see that he didn't. I knelt over to him, and tapped my finger on what I was talking about. "Remember these panties?"

Adam inhaled sharply, and I had a sudden urge to wash my hands again. "Do you mean to tell me, these are the same panties she sent to me back in July?" I nodded, remembering this delivery. It was the very same pair that I had touched, and held up for the room. I felt dirty for even have been in the same room with the panties, much less touching them as I had.

"You need to do something," Randy said, avoiding his eye away from the pictures. "This is starting to pass over-zealous fan to creepy and sick. Hell, it's already passed it." And I agreed with Randy. This wasn't normal, because I felt sure that it wasn't everyday, a superstar received gifts like this. Adam nodded.

"I know, I've already thought about calling the police, but what could they do with an ID of this woman?" I felt bad for Adam. He sounded freaked and worried. He was not comfortable with this situation any more.

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We were already half way through our three-hour drive from Houston to San Antonio. But I was very agitated. Sitting in the back seat for an hour and a half was not what I called a thrill of a time, especially since I was so pregnant. But, bless Randy's heart, he gave up his free mobility for me, allowing me to lay my head in his lap. It didn't ease the backache, but the rest of my body felt better. Besides, nothing hardly helped the aches and pains in my back. But I guess that I was more comfortable than I thought, because I fell asleep. I remember closing my eyes, and the next thing I knew, we were pulling into the arena that Raw was going to be at tomorrow night. Randy help me sit up, and out of the car. I had to hand it to the man; he knew when he was needed. Something of which I was thankful for.

I said good-bye to John, Casie and Randy as I made my way for my titantron room. Since we were already here, I was going to get a head start on loading the music. That meant less time in the chair tomorrow. I began to load the Raw roster music list, getting caught up in my work. I heard the door open behind me, and turned to see Randy. He leaned against the door frame, smiling softly at me.

"What?" I asked, smiling. I looked at the clock, to see how much time had passed; because I had not been paying attention during my work. Almost receiving a shock, I realized an hour had already passed, though it hadn't seemed that long. Randy walked over to me, holding out his hand.

"I want you to meet someone," he said, and I heard the amusement in his voice. This was either good or bad, and I hadn't decided yet. But I let him help me up, and he steered me out of the room. I leaned into him during the walk, my exhaustion seeping in. Randy wrapped his arm around my waist, letting his hand rest on the side of my stomach. My heart flipped at his touch. As it always did when I caught him making such gestures towards our baby. This "over the moon" Randy was hard to swallow. I was used to intense and thrilling Randy, but this new, almost gidyy-type Randy was a total switch. And it was all because of the child in my stomach. I sighed and continued our walk. And just when I was about to ask what he was up too, he opened a door on his right, and pulled me in behind him.

My mouth almost fell open. I wouldn't have been surprised to know that my eyes had bugged out. Because, there on the leather couch, was a man I had watched on TV for years. He looked up at me, smiling and stood from the couch, shaking his long light brown hair out of his face that he had pulled half way back. He walked up to me, and I noticed just how tall he was, well, compared to me. But he wasn't as tall as Randy. I stared into his blue-green eyes as he smiled a slightly crooked smile. And I stood gaping, like an idiot, at him.

"So, this is Mrs. Orton," Shawn Hickenbottom, better known as Shawn Michaels, said as he held his hand out for me. His deep, gravelly voice was the same as I remember it from my youth, with just a hint of a Texan accent. I felt Randy's arm pull me to his side, showing his possession. I fought the urge to roll my eyes in his direction, not denying the rush of affection towards Randy. But I forced myself to speak in front of one of my idols.

"Well, not yet," I said smiling, taking his hand in greeting. I couldn't believe that I was meeting him. Another one of those shocking moments in my line of work. "But you were close enough."

Shawn laughed lightly, his skin crinkling around his eyes. "I'm just glad that Randy's found someone to put him in his place. He's a good kid, but was so arrogant." Randy laughed softly, obviously not denying Shawn's words. But I didn't know how Shawn knew so much, as I cocked my head to the side in confusion. Shawn saw the look on my face, and smiled again. "Paul has kept me informed of the goings-on around the business."

Now, I freely rolled my eyes, as laughter came to my throat. I could just imagine Paul gossiping to Shawn like old women with a new juicy piece of news. The image was just too hilarious. But, I was sure that was exactly how it went down.

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I sat down on the hotel bed, brushing my hair out, listening to the soft sound of running water coming from the bathroom. I was already in my bedclothes, consisting of my over-sized shirt, that wasn't over-sized in some places anymore, mainly my stomach, and my panties. As I ran the bristles through my hair, I thought about what I always couldn't stop thinking about when I was alone. The baby. In less than four days, we would find out if we were having a boy or a girl. I didn't know what I preferred more, because the thought of having a little girl was something every woman dreamed about; all the years of dress up, make-up and girl talk was something I enjoyed with my own mother. But I also was excited over the thought of a little boy. I was always a little jealous of Mark, my brother, and my dad's relationship. I know my Daddy loved me, but it just seemed different for my brother; a man thing. And I wanted to witness that between my child and Randy. Though, I was a Daddy's girl, all my life I had always been one. And my heart warmed just thinking about Randy and my niece, Odera, together.

I sighed, as I heard the bathroom door click, and a towel-clad Randy came out. As I watched him, I decided that I didn't care what I had. Because either way, it'll be an adventure for the two of us. Boy or girl, the baby would bring a whole new element to the table. I didn't notice Randy as he changed clothes, but I did feel it when he climbed into bed. I turned to him, laying my head on his shoulder. My growing belly made it awkward to snuggle up to Randy. There just wasn't enough for it. So, I adjusted my position, laying more on my side, than on him. Randy never complained about the lack of room. And I honestly believed that he enjoyed having my stomach that close to him.

"Did you have a nice time today?" Randy asked, as he ran his fingers through my hair. I fought the yawn I knew was coming, and nodded my head. The meeting with Shawn came back to my mind, and I smiled to myself. He lived in San Antonio, and came out for the show. I didn't think he had any plans to actually be on Raw, but he was definitely out to see "the old gang"; of course, he could very well make his presence known on the show. This was "the Showstopper" I was thinking of. And I got to meet him; thanks to Randy. He had made sure that I not missed his visit. A thought that made me love the man next to me even more.

"Yes, I did. And thank you for taking me to him," I whispered, burying my head into his shoulder. I smelled his body wash on his skin, and I breathed deep. Randy didn't reply, he just wrapped his arms around my shoulders, squeezing me softly. And I knew that he knew what tonight had meant for me. I sighed again, my eyes slowly closing as sleep started to take over my body.

But, almost as soon as I was comfortable, I felt something. A very strange, flipping sensation in my stomach. My eyes popped open, and I gasped. I felt Randy tense next to me, as he sat up on his elbows. There it was again, a tumbling feeling in my belly. It wasn't painful, just slightly uncomfortable. A hand automatically went to my stomach, touching the part where I felt the movement.

"What? What is it?" Randy urged me in a near whisper. I looked up at him, seeing the growing concern on his face. A small smile started spread across my face and my heart grew painfully against my ribcage.

"The baby," I said, and even I heard the awe in my voice. I was close to laughter. "The baby just moved."

Randy stared at me, taking in the news. And slowly, the fear drained from his eyes, being replaced by another emotion. A look that was a mixture of happiness, shock, and adoration. A look that nearly took my breath away. I saw his hand try to inch towards me, and hover slightly over my stomach. I smiled at him, taking his hand in mine, and placed it where I had felt the action. I put mine on top of his, and pressed down softly. The baby didn't take long to get on it's movements until I felt something that was a lot sharper than the first two movements. It must have kicked against me.

I looked back up to Randy, and saw the shocked look plainly on his face. And I knew what he was thinking. That his baby, my baby, our baby was moving. It just made it all the more real for us, to actually feel it move. The smile on my face pulled at my lips, and Randy looked down at me. He put his forehead against mine, as the baby kicked again. I watched as his eyes close softly, a faint smile on his face. We laid back down, as I put my head in the crook of his neck, and snuggled closer to him. And as I tried to fall back asleep, sleep fighting with the baby's movements, I noticed that Randy had not moved his hand.

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