So, everyone seemed to really love the wedding night! It's something that I would love to experience with the actual Randy. Lol well, let's get on with married life! Lol

Chapter- Everlasting Moments

Randy

After Raw on Monday, we stayed in Los Angeles for a few days. We weren't having to leave for Boston until Sunday. It was nice to just relax. It felt like both Lora and I had been going non-stop since the wedding. I smiled to myself as I got into bed next to my wife. We hadn't even been married a week yet, and I'm ready to get her home, to my house. Our home. There's still so much left there to do before the baby comes. Like the babies room. I haven't changed one of the guest room's out yet. And Lora's due date kept getting closer and closer. Not to mention the fact that Lora won't let me buy any baby things until after the baby-shower. I just wanted to get everything set up, and ready for my son. I sighed, pushing those thoughts away. Instead, I wrapped my arms around a sleeping Lora, pulling her close. She moaned softly, in her sleep, turning her head towards me.

"Go back to sleep, it's just me." She nodded her head gently, her eyes coming back to a close. I let a hand rest on her belly, and laid my head down on a pillow next to hers. Her body was already warm from her time spent under the covers. I was exhausted; John and I spent the latter part of the evening trying out the new "Smack vs. Raw 2011" video game at the arena. Lora had no interest in watching, and came back to the hotel. But John and I were engaged into several battles with many different stipulations per match. At one point, I actually got my ass whooped by my own self. It was weird having John hit my wrestler, R-Truth, with an "RKO". Never once was I on a receiving end of my own move. I was nearly asleep when I felt her move.

"Randy," she whispered. My eyes shot open in a flash, and I was staring down at her. She bit her lip softly, avoiding my eye. "I'm hungry."

I raised my eyebrows at her. I looked over at the clock. It was well after midnight. But one more look at Lora, told me that she was wide awake now. I knew then that there was no getting out of this. "For what?" Again, she avoided my eye. She twiddled her hands together. I bit back my smirk; did she not know that I would drive anywhere to get her something to eat? I slipped out of bed, throwing on the first shirt I got my hands on. "Just tell me Lora."

She sighed. A small smile on her lips. "Dill Pickle flavored potato chips… And peanut butter."

I stopped in the process of tying my shoes. I looked up at her incredulously. Had I heard her correctly? That had to be the most out-of-this-world combination. This was the first time in over six months that she had had a weird craving, and boy, was it weird. "Dill Pickle potato chips and peanut butter?"

She nodded softly smiling up at me from the bed. I saw her reach for the remote, flipping the TV on. I leaned over on the bed towards her, kissing her cheek. When my hand was on the door of the room, I heard her call out again. "The crunchy peanut butter."

I turned to smirk at her, raising my eyebrow at her. She just smiled at me, blowing me a kiss with her hand. I fought the urge to roll my eyes, and left the room. I had no idea where I could find a store, at this hour, that sold both of those items. So, I just drove around downtown L.A., looking for gas stations that were still open. Each store that I stopped at, seemed to not have either. I was beginning to wonder if I would ever find the items that Lora wanted. I hated to think of her reaction if I came back empty handed. I was lucky enough, when I rounded a corner, to see a quick mart on the end of the block. I pulled in, and went in search of my odd items. And I was shocked to see that both the bag of chips and the jar of peanut butter were available. I hurriedly paid, and rushed back to the hotel.

When I pushed the door out of my way, I saw that Lora was still sitting up in bed, flipping through the channels, drinking a soda she must have purchased in the vending machine down the hall. The bag crinkled in my hand. She looked up at me, her eyes lighting up when she saw the bag. Lora nearly snatched the bag from my hand before I could sit down, causing laughter to build in my chest.

"You're the best husband ever," she gushed, tearing open the bag, and unscrewing the lid to the peanut butter. I chuckled softly at her endearment. And I watched as she ate the odd concoction of food. I was almost at a loss for words. In the months I had known Lora, this was, by far, the oddest thing I had every seen her eat. Surely, those kinds of chips and the peanut butter didn't taste good together at all.

"Is that any good?" I eyed the groceries warily. I had to force away a sneer as I looked at Lora spooning out peanut butter, and trying her hardest to spread it on the chips without breaking them.

She looked up at me from her bag of chips. Her hair was a tangled mess, and her make-up, that she forgot to take off before bed, created dark circles under her eyes; but she was still my Lora, and she was still beautiful. My Lora that suddenly craved something very strange. She smirked at me. "Don't knock it, 'til you've tried it."

"No thanks, I'll just pass," I laughed, mainly at her southern phrase. She punched my shoulder lightly. I looked over at her, faking a hurt look, amusement clear in her eyes.

"More for me then." I wasn't going to tell her that you couldn't pay me to eat that. I just let her have her moment of indulgence; fully intent on reminding her of this after the baby comes. Once the cravings have subsided, she might not be so inclined to this mixture.

She screwed the lid back on the jar, rolled up the unfinished bag of chips, and finished her drink. I stretched out on the bed, watching her intently. I let myself get caught up in the fact that she was now my wife, and belonged only to me. The only time I've taken my ring off, was when I absolutely had too; like in the ring. I glanced down at it, as it caught the light of the lamp. I thought it a perfect style for me, and was proud that Lora choose it herself. She sighed heavily in her sleepy stupor; bringing my attention back to her. She was my wife, and was carrying my child. And, essentially, she is my life. I'd rather die than live without her, and I would give up my own life, for hers. Or our sons'.

And I started thinking, about how much my priorities have changed, since I met Lora. No longer did my life revolve around only me. I never thought, "What's in it for me?" anymore. No, ever since I admitted to myself that I loved Lora; she came first. And now, with a kid on the way, both her and my son are first. I wondered if she even realizes how much she's affected me. How much she's changed me. I felt the bed move, and then Lora rested her head on my chest. She was lying down, and tangling her legs with mine. She was asleep in minutes. I kissed the top of her head, feeling sleep take me over.

oo

I grabbed the towel from the ground by the bench, wiping sweat from my eyes. My workout was nearly over. I wasn't really supposed to be back in the arena, but Lora had a production meeting, and we arrived early in the morning to ensure that she wouldn't be late. I figured this would be a good of time as any to get in a workout. And John didn't disagree. Of course, when did that man ever protest to working out? We also managed her to persuade Adam in joining us. Which was a near miracle, because that man usually liked to go it alone for his workouts.

I tried to clear my head of the distracting thoughts, and pushed myself harder on the machine that focused on the inner thighs. I couldn't risk losing stamina, especially if there was a new baby on the way. I assumed, after the birth, Lora would be exhausted. And I wanted to be able to be there to let her rest. I looked over and saw John and Adam on the warm down floor mat, and I decided that this might be enough for one day. I didn't normally workout as long as or longer than John did. I didn't see how anyone could physically do that. I weaved in between the machines and lowered myself next to my friends. This was also our private time to talk about things, without fear of being over heard. No one really paid any attention to passers-by as they worked out.

"So," I said, stretching out my worn muscles, looking over at John, "how's things with you and Casie? Tolerable at least?"

It was a question that had been on my mind since the wedding. When I saw them holding hands, and talking to each other like civilized people. I didn't fail to notice the faint smile on his face. "Better. Especially after she listened to me. I don't know if she fully believed my story, but I know that she believes I would never do anything like that. Even I have to admit, the story sounds just so odd, unless you were the only one who knew the truth."

I knew what he meant. I couldn't count the times that I had gotten myself into an extremely odd situation, with nothing but a bizarre excuse for the truth. I remember a specific time, to when I first met Lora. I should have told her the truth right off that what she thought had happened, didn't. But I couldn't find a right time, or the right way. I liked her excessively too much to hurt her. Nevertheless, unfortunately, she wound up hurt in the end anyways. I could only thank the good Lord that she listened to me, and forgave me.

"Well, I'm glad that everything got sorted out, because it was getting hard to play both sides, yours and hers'," Adam joked. But even in his humor, I knew how he felt. It had been like walking on eggshells around the two of them; not knowing if you were going to say something to upset the other. It was getting rather stressful.

A shadow was suddenly cast over the three of us. I looked up to see the outline of a woman. A woman with her long dark, thick curly hair pulled back into a high ponytail, as she just finished a workout. Melina Pérez, the Diva who is from Los Angeles herself. The five-time woman's champion, with that count including her Diva title reign, smiled down at our group.

"What's up Melina?" John asked, finishing his warm-down moves, and stood up from the mat. Melina a small side-hug in reunion. They had once had a strong storyline a few years back that lasted a good while. Adam and I followed suit, standing to the right and left of John. Melina, wiping away her hair that was matted to her forehead from sweat, smiled up at us.

"Oh nothing, just got finished with my work out. I don't need to fall behind, seeing as I just came back," she laughed. The WWE Universe was, indeed, happy to see Melina back after her torn ACL injury. I remember the crown pop she got when she came out to silence the former Diva's champ, Alicia Fox. As was the locker room. She had such a bright and bubbly personality. "I see you guys are doing the same."

All three of us nodded, but Adam was the one to reply. "Yeah, they talked me into coming today, but I normally work out by myself."

John laughed. "Yeah, that way no one can see you when you have to take a break every ten minutes!"

I covered my mouth with my hand to hide my laughter. Adam slapped John on the back of the head, while Melina stood in front of us, laughing quietly. The she sighed, "Oh, how I've missed the locker room humor! I forgot how much testosterone floats in the air."

"I beg to differ!" I objected. Melina turned her eyes towards me. "Did you hear me grunting like a caveman? I don't think so. I've grown up!" I said, puffing my chest out like a proud small child. Melina laughed harder, raising her eyebrow at me.

"I can see that," she mused. "I heard about your wedding. So, how is the new 'Mrs. Orton'?" she asked, bringing Lora back to my attention. I couldn't fight the small smile that danced at my lips at the mention of her.

"Oh, she's fine. Tired of being pregnant, I think. She actually had a strange craving last night, sending me out past midnight for dill pickle potato chips and crunchy peanut butter," I scrunched my nose that the memory of her late night snack.

"I remember when my sister was pregnant. She wanted enchiladas and chocolate pudding," Melina sympathized with me. Though, I think that her situation was bit more disgusting than mine. Then she turned her attention back towards Adam. "By the way, I wanted to thank you for the other night. It felt really good to have so many people welcome me back." John and I both eyed Adam, while he looked away in growing discomfort.

"No problem, Lina," he said a smile on his face. Melina's name was called out from behind her; her friend signaling her attention. Melina turned around at the sound of her name, before giving us all a smile.

"Well, I have to go. But it was nice to catch up with you guys a little! I'll see you in Boston, I guess." She hugged Adam quickly, and trotted off towards Eve Torres. With Adam watching her every move.

John and I looked on, our amusement growing the longer Adam watched Melina. He finally tore his attention away from her. It was then he noticed that we were staring at him. He rolled his eyes at us. "What?"

John and I looked at each other, smiling. "'Lina'?" I could barely contain my smirk. This was way too good. Adam's head shot up to meet my gaze. I saw defensiveness in his light green eyes. It reminded me of something.

"What of it? It's just a nickname," he retorted. It was then that I recognized what I saw behind his eyes. Protectiveness. He felt something for Melina, and he felt protect over her from what John and I had to say. Something that I knew all about.

John rose up his hands in defeat, as we started to walk out of the gym. "Hey, man! We were just wondering. I think it's nice. You know, you and Melina."

Adam sighed and ran his hands throw his hair. "It's nothing serious man. We used to hang out, and I took her out last Sunday; too celebrate her victory."

"I agree with John man," I said, knowing that we were grating on Adam's nerves. We actually trying to now, but it didn't change the matter. "I think it's a good thing. If you actually start dating her, John, Matt and I won't be the only ones whipped around here."

John looked indignant at the thought. "I am not whipped!"

I stopped walking, and turned towards John, raising an eyebrow. He knew that was a load of bull, as well as I. Finally, John smile a little, admitting he was, indeed, wrapped around Casie's little finger. "See, I told you."

John shoved my shoulder lightly. "Yeah, well, I'm not the one making midnight grocery stops for the last two items you would think to pair up."

I laughed at his words, knowing they were true. But I quickly retorted, "That may be, but your time hasn't come yet. However, it will my friend. And it when it does, I will remind you of this moment. The moment where you cracked on me."

John rolled his eyes, and we laughed as we walked down the hallway. I didn't mind saying that I was whipped by Lora. Because it would be a lie to say that, I wasn't. And it was a fact that I was okay with. I'd rather be wrapped around Lora's finger, than sleeping with any girl who came along, and not feel anything. That was who I was; I didn't let myself feel. But I couldn't control anything when it came to Lora. Everyone who paid even the slightest bit of attention knew that. We turned down another hall, and I saw the swish of long red hair in front of me.

Lora was standing about thirty feet in front of me, talking Casie and Stephanie. I could see the smile on her face from here. I broke away from the guys and quicken my pace as quietly as I could. The girls didn't see my approach, and I felt Lora jump a little in surprise, when I wrapped my arms around her shoulders from the back. Once she knew it was me, she immediately relaxed, and leaned back into my chest. Stephanie smiled at us, and Casie let John lace his fingers with hers.

"How was the meeting?" I asked Lora and Stephanie. I felt Lora shrug, and Stephanie laughed.

"It was a meeting. Nothing too interesting. Not like a meeting with the superstars," Stephanie answered. I nodded my head; though I never had to sit through a production meeting, I'm sure it was nothing to get excited over. However, it wasn't as if our meetings were a barrel of laughs either.

"You ready to go back to the hotel?" Lora asked me, her voice expectant. I bit back my smirk at her, and without answering, I turned her away from our group of friends, and began to lead her back to our rental car. We were nearly out of the arena, walking hand in hand, when a voice called out from behind us.

"Hey! Orton!"

"What?" My one worded answer was echoed by another voice. I turned around at the sound of my name, and I felt Lora move as well. I turned my attention down to Lora, seeing her staring at the man running up to us. I didn't try to fight the smile that came to my face. Lora had also answered to the sound of my last name. Which was, now, her last name. She looked up at me, just realizing what she had down, and smiled sheepishly. I squeezed her hand softly.

"Oh, um, well, I need Mr. Orton," the runner said, a little out of breath. He looked at the two of us, as if he just remembered that the Head of Musical Sound Check was married to a WWE Superstar. "You have an urgent phone call."

I rolled my eyes. It was probably from Vince. I didn't get any cell service in the gym we had been in. I walked in front of Lora, smiling at her softly. "Want to come with me?"

oo

"Randy, what's wrong?" Lora's voice sounded worried and concerned. But I couldn't make anything of it right now. I was still in shock. My head was swimming, and my heart was barely beating. I felt my knees start to shake, and thankfully, there was a chair behind me. I sank into it roughly. The office phone was still in my hand. As much as my brain tried to, I couldn't get any communication going with any of my limbs. I felt Lora's hands cradle my face, and her eyes swam into view. They were scared now. "Randy, please, you're scaring me!"

That wasn't what I wanted to do, especially not to her. I forced myself to react, for her. I licked my lips, hoping that would jumpstart them into working. I held up the phone for evidence. "That… was my Dad on the phone…."

Lora nodded her head, but I had lost ability to speak again. I could only focus on her face. Her delicate eyebrows meeting together in worry. Her dark green eyes booring into mine. She finally got frustrated enough, that she actually shook my shoulders. "Randy! What is it? What's happened?"

I broke my eye contact with her, glaring at the floor. And even as I spoke the words, I didn't feel anything. I was numb inside. "My Uncle Barry just died."

A/N

Sorry for such a sad ending! I hated to do it! Don't be too mad at me! please review though! PLEASE!

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