This chapter is going to be a bit different. I found out that this past Monday's Raw was a taping they did after the last live Monday. So, I'm going with that. I'm kinda excited to write this chapter! Yay!

Chapter 14- Yours, Mine & Ours

After the funeral of Randy's uncle, we had nothing planned for the next week. We had taped this upcoming Monday's show last week after the live Raw in Los Angeles. Our work wouldn't call upon us again until the Monday after next. And, together, we decided that we needed the time off. So, we hoped on the first flight from Las Vegas to St. Louis. The sun was high in the sky that Monday afternoon, but the chill of the wind combated the suns rays. The ride was near silent, as I fought my sleep. Plane trips always tired me out. And the only reason I hadn't succumbed yet, was for one reason: Randy and I were going back to our home for the first time since our wedding.

Randy pulled onto the oh-so-familiar road, and I lost some of my exhaustion. I hadn't been home in nearly two months. It was then that Randy suggested that I give up my house and move in with him. I hadn't wanted to at first. My house in Missouri meant a lot to me. It was the first place that I had escaped all the pain and hurt. But, once I thought about it, I was no longer in pain or was I hurting. Randy had stepped up and healed me. My house served its purpose to the best of its ability. I had no use for it anymore. Randy and I were married; we had a baby on the way. It only made sense that I move into his home.

I had gotten lost in my own thoughts, and didn't notice the house ahead of us. It wasn't until Randy slowed considerably, and turned into the drive-way, that I knew we had made it. I looked up at the dark gray house. A place that I had come to love; come to call my own. I put a shaky hand on the door handle, shoving the door open. I saw a flash of red from behind on of the garage door windows. I had almost forgotten that Randy had brought my car here, and parked it inside. Another reminder that this was, from now on, my home. I walked around the front of the rental car, meeting Randy at the front. He grabbed my hand, and together we walked to the front door. Keys jingled as he pulled them out of his pocket and unlocked the door. The house was just as we left it, with the exception of the weekly house cleaner he pays to come keep up the place.

I walked straight into the living room, collapsing on the light tan couch. I heard Randy laugh softly, sat down, and pulled my feet into his lap. One by one, he pulled my loose boots off, each one hitting the floor. I sighed as he began to rub my feet with his hands. Pulling a red throw pillow under my head, and relaxed into the couch as Randy massaged my feet. The last thing I remember was expressing my gratitude to Randy.

When I opened my eyes again, the sun had rapidly faded from the room. It was nearly dark outside. I pulled myself up to a sitting position on the couch, seeing Randy nowhere in sight. What I did see evoked confusion in my mind. Surrounding the living room furniture, was furniture that didn't belong down here. Items like a heavy dark-wooden desk, a large bookcase, boxes upon boxes of what looked like books, magazines and knick-knacks. Two floor standing lamps and one grand brown leather chair and matching ottoman. Sitting on the living room recliner was the white Apple computer that Randy owned. All of the contents of Randy's home office. I stood up slowly, still trying to shake the sleep from my body. Weaving my way through the excess belongings, I reached the stairs and headed up. As soon as I reached the top stair, noises reached my ear. Two male voices, and I knew which two men they belonged to. I walked down the hallway, to the door that stood open, directly in front of mine and Randy's bedroom.

"Randy?" I walked into the room, receiving a shock. Though, I had already assumed that it would be empty of its furnishings, but it was still odd to see this room completely baron. Randy looked up from his laptop computer, sitting on the gray carpet, next to his brother, Nathan. "What in the world are you doing?"

"Cleaning out this room," Randy said, shrugging his shoulders, smiling up at me. Nathan looked up at me, humor on his face. I rolled my eyes at Randy's vague answer.

"Yes, Captain Obvious, I can see that," I retorted, shaking my head, "but why?"

"Because, you feel asleep, and I had nothing else to do. I already washed and dried all of our clothes in our suitcases; by the way, I hung your clothes up in my closet. I took a shower, but after that, I was back at zero with nothing to do," Randy said, closing his laptop with a snap. He stood up and slowly walked towards me. "So, I called Nate to come help me clean this room out. What do you think?"

Randy waved about the empty room, eying me for my approval. And I was completely lost on what he wanted from me. "Of what?"

Randy smirked at me and tried not to laugh. "Of our son's room."

"Oh," I said, feeling completely stupid. Why else would Randy be redecorating this room? If I could slap myself on the face with the palm of my hand, I would've. I blamed it on the sleep that still was fogging my brain. I looked up at Randy, who was watching me expectantly. I hugged my arms around his waist. "It's perfect. But what are you going to do with all of the office stuff?"

"Get rid of it I guess," Randy commented off-hand. It always amazed me how nonchalant about personal things he was. As if he knew that he could have almost anything he wanted, but the materials items meant nearly nothing to them. Then he looked down at me with a smile, and began to push me lightly from the room. "But, you need to go. Nathan and I are busy."

"Don't I even get to see what you are doing to my child's room?" I questioned, amused by Randy's actions. Anything was better than the dreary, depressed mood he's been in for the last week.

"It's our baby, and no," he stated simply. I rolled my eyes at him through my smile. "You only see it when I'm done. Though, it won't be finished this week."

I pouted at him. I didn't even get to know what he was planning. But, on the inside, my heart was bursting. Randy was taking over the task of preparing our baby's new room. Randy quickly kissed me and shut the door, leaving me standing in the hallway, alone. I laughed lightly, as I walked back down the stairs, and into the kitchen. There were fresh groceries stocked in the refrigerator. Nathan must have brought them. I pulled out some of the ground beef, and began to cook dinner. It was getting easier to find the pots and pans in the cabinets. I was learning where everything was. And I loved to cook in Randy's kitchen. It had plenty of room to move around in, and all the up-to-date appliances. I scrambled the beef, adding special seasonings. Sitting the shells and tortillas on the counter, I fished around through the fridge and set out the sour cream, salsa and shredded cheese. I walked to the foot of the stairs and called out to the boys.

I had already made my plate and sat at the dining table, with my Coke, when Randy and Nathan came down. Randy looked at the counter in the kitchen and turned towards me and smiled. "You made dinner? You didn't have to, you know?"

I smiled in return, shrugging my shoulders. They both made them a taco and burrito each, and joined me at the table. Dinner with the Orton's, which included me, was such a great night. Now that Nathan and I had moved past our initial meeting, we got along just fine. And I knew that pleased Randy. You could tell by the way he was looking at the two of us. As dinner started to wind up, Randy leaned over to me, whispering in my ear.

"Dinner was fantastic." I giggled.

"I'm glad that I can actually cook a little, and you don't have to eat my horrible cooking, just because you don't want to hurt my feelings," I joked, but I heard the tone in Randy's voice. The gravelly texture that usually meant only one thing. I had to control my emotions. Nathan laughed, clearing his plate from the table.

Not thirty minutes after the plates were washed and sitting in the dish drainer, Nate was out of the front door, and on his way home. It wasn't long after that, that Randy had his arms wrapped tightly around me. He brushed my hair away from my ear, and leaned down.

"Do you know what I haven't been able to stop thinking about since we got home?" I shook my head, not trusting my voice at the moment. His breath tickled my skin softly. "That in this house, we conceived our son. And how much fun we had in the process." It was true that I got pregnant on my, well technically, second stay at his house. "Didn't I promise you an unforgettable memory?" I shivered against him, as he ran his fingers along my jaw line. I remembered that promise, and without knowing at the time, Randy fulfilled his vow. "Do you want to go relive that night?"

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"So, when's Mark getting here?" Randy asked, sitting in the living room of my old house. My little brother, who was transferring from Dalton State College in Georgia, to University of Missouri at St. Louis. He was going into elementary education, and UMSL was ranked high in teacher future educators. I was happy that he was moving up here, because it solved two of my problems. One being that I would get to see him a lot more now that he was closer to me. And second, he was taking over my house. Two of his friends were moving up with him for school, and going to room with him. Between the three of them, they were going to split everything: bills, food and the house payment.

I joined Randy on the couch, after packing up the last of my belongings. All that was left of me were the three boxes beside the front door. I was letting Mark keep the furniture and all of the appliances. I didn't need them. I just got all of my favorite decorations, all of my clothes, and anything else that meant something to me. I laid my head against Randy's shoulder. "Should be any minute now."

And as soon as the words were out of my mouth, we heard the slamming of cardoor. Not long after that, footsteps scuffed against the cement walkway. The front door was left open in his wait. The screen door creaked open and swung back into place with a small crash. I looked over to see my baby brother, standing at nearly six foot, in front of me. It was startling how much he looked like our father. His blond hair fell into his eyes a little, and in the back stopped above the collar of his shirt. He had Mom's brown eyes, but everything else about him said my father. Even his smile. I stood up slowly, and he pulled me into a tight hug.

"You've gotten bigger since the wedding," he pointing out, joking around with me. I pulled away from him, and rolled my eyes.

"Yes, and you've seemed to have lost some brain cells since then. Don't you know that saying something like to a pregnant woman is very dangerous?"

Mark looked around the room, as if trying to find something. "Oh, you meant you? I got confused when you said woman. Seeing as you still tease like a sixteen year old."

I punched his shoulder hard, and he grunted in pain. I heard Randy chuckle from the couch. This is how it always was with Mark and I. Whenever the two of us got together, we teased and poked fun at each other. No girly gossip, but a neutral gender banter. He was the person I sat down with as a child and watched wrestling with. We had many nights that we got in trouble because we would do the moves on TV, when we weren't supposed too.

"So, when's Dumb and Dumber getting here?" I joked, referring to his roommates, Jake and Dale. Mark laughed and sat down on the couch with Randy and me.

"Next week sometime," Mark answered, running a hand through his hair. He looked around at the living room and sighed. "Thank you, so much, Lo for letting me use this place."

I smiled at him. He had always been the type to not want to impose on anyone and gushed his gratitude when someone helped him out. Just like Dad. "You're welcome. You are really helping me out. I had no clue what I was going to do with it; now that I moved in with Randy, I needed to do something with it. And I rather it be in the family. Though, I hate to think of the parties you'll be throwing in here," Mark looked innocently at me, as if trying to prove that he would never do such a thing. "Please, don't try to pull any wool over my eyes. I was once a college student myself, remember?"

Mark laughed. "Yes, I remember. The question is, do you remember it?"

Both Mark and Randy laughed at his comment. And in truth, there were some nights that were hazy for me, and some that I couldn't remember for the life of me. But I tried to save face, and rolled my eyes. "Yes, well, enough about me. Just know that you can be on you own up here, and know that I won't nark you out to Mom. Just don't do anything disgusting or trashy. I might not be able to keep my promise then."

"Damn, there goes that 'Welcome to College orgy' I had planned," Mark laughed, and didn't have to fake a gag. I didn't want to think about my brother in those terms. I knew it had happened before, and will definitely happen again, but I didn't have to know about it. Hell, if it weren't for the massive bump on my stomach, Mark wouldn't know anything about my sex life. We just didn't talk about stuff like that with each other.

Mark and Randy packed the last of my things into Randy's own Escalade. It was weird to be riding in a car that belonged to either Randy or me. It was always rentals or taxis. I turned around to Mark, hugging him good-bye.

"Now, there are directions to our home in the kitchen, along with Randy's cell if you can't get mine. Don't be giving that number out either!" I laughed, thinking about all the crank calls Randy would get from Mark's friends. "Several take-out menus are in the drawer in the kitchen, but please, try not to gorge yourself of fast food. At least buy some decent groceries."

Mark nodded at everything I said, then he started to laugh. "The older you get, the more you sound like Mom."

I gasped and gaped at him. How could he say such a thing to me? I was not my mother, not that there was anything wrong with that. But, still, it was the principle of his words that hurt me. "I beg your pardon? I am not our mother! If I were Mom, would I tell you that there was a liquor store two blocks from here? No, so take that back."

"Okay, okay, I take it back," Mark said, between his laughter. I reached into my pocket and brought out my keys. Carefully, I twisted the right key off of my key chain, and looked back up to Mark.

"Here is the key," I said, handing it to him. He took it from me and pocketed it. "There is a spare set in the living room on the coffee table. Make a copy for both Jake and Dale, and keep a spare hidden around the house. Mark nodded, and hugged me one last time before I got in the SUV and Randy started the ride back to our house.

The ride back wasn't eventful. Just a little small talk between Randy and me. It seemed like he had something on his mind, that he wasn't willing to confess to me. He face was blank of any emotion, so I couldn't even guess what was going through his mind. We pulled into the drive-way and parked the SUV in the garage. Together, we went into the house, and Randy began cooking dinner, while I surfed the internet, looking at baby items. The shower was planned the first week that I was to go on maternity leave. Randy and I already planned to go to register for the things that we need and prefer before we leave to go back out on the road. But all that I could think about was the one thing I wanted to suggest to Randy. A baby name.

We hadn't really discussed that, and that left me to think about it alone. I had been tossing this name around in my head for a while now, and each time I thought it, it sounded… right. Like that's what it should be. I snapped the computer shut, and marched into the kitchen. I couldn't keep this to myself any longer. "Randy, can I ask you something?"

He looked up from the pot of boiling noodles on the stove. I smiled; spaghetti. He laughed a little, "We're married, and having a baby, and you still have to ask to ask a question?"

I rolled my eyes and sat down at a bar stool, watching his back move as he cooked. He was so incredibly sexy when he cooked. Something about a man that knows his way around a kitchen was irresistible. I shook my head, focusing on what I wanted to say. "Well, I've been thinking… about names. For our son. And I think I've come up with a really good one, and I want you to hear it," I said, watching as he slowly turned around, a small smirk at his lips.

"Okay, let's have it."

I took a deep breath. "Keith Edmund Randal Orton." He didn't expect those names, I assumed, and his face went oddly blank. And before he could speak, I hurriedly explained my reasoning. "Well, 'Keith' is your middle name and your father's. 'Edmund' is my father's middle name, along with Mark's. Your first name is 'Randal' and so was Barry's. I know that it's a long name, especially with two middle names, but I like it…. What do you think?"

I chewed my lip worriedly as I watched him process all the information. No emotion was yet to grace his face, and I didn't know what he was thinking. Then, slowly, he moved around the island counter, to where I was sitting. He stared down into my eyes with a look that didn't have any description, but yet, it still took my breath away. His fingers grazed on cheek softly. I waited on tenterhooks for his response.

"It's perfect. I couldn't have thought of anything better," he murmured, brushing his lips over my forehead. I let out a breath I didn't know I had, and smiled softly. I was thrilled that he approved.

Then it was settled, our son had a name. And he shared of all his names with great and loving members of both his family's. It moved something in me to know that our child now had a name. The baby just kept getting more and more real for Randy and I the closer the months went by to my due date. I placed my hand on my stomach, thinking of my boy. My smile brightened when Randy's hand covered my own. He looked down at our hands and smiled.

"Keith."

A/N

So sorry that it's taking me a long time to get this to you. I just started back to college this week, and I was thrown head first into classes for my major. I barely have enough time to breathe. I don't even want to think about all the work that's ahead of me. I'll try my best to keep up!

So, what do you think of the name? I thought it was very caring, and special to name him after men in his family. PLEASE REVIEW!

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