It's been another one of those weeks. I never can seem to get away from those, right? Ugh. But, the good news is, I've done a LOT of brainstorming for this story. And I've come up with some good (and bad) things to go down. LOL

But, on with the chapter!

Chapter 24- That Uncertain Feeling

Randy

Never, in my life, had something affect my life so quickly. Don't get me wrong, man things had affected me in big ways, but they took time. The first time I won the world title when I was twenty-three. It took a year to build up to that, and I knew it was coming. Or allowing John past my barriers to become my best friend. It was months before I would even confide the simplest things to him. Loving Lora was another thing that made its way into an everyday ritual for me. However, it took a while to realize that I would never be able to live without her. But in one day, or less than that, my life changed. I knew it was coming; for nine months, I tried to prepare myself. But no book or advice from anyone could prepare you for that day. For that moment where you lay eyes on your living, breathing and made from scratch child. It's as if something happens to the atmosphere, and all the oxygen and gravity suddenly disappears. You can't get air into your lungs, and you feel like you're falling towards the screaming baby the doctors are carrying away. I knew I wasn't the same man I was before Keith. Because from now on, I was legally, emotionally, unconditionally responsible for someone else. I was a caretaker and provider for someone I helped create. How could something like that not change your life?

And besides having my healthy son, living in our house, another vision that floated in and out of my dreams was Lora. She had transformed from wife to mother is zero point three seconds. I didn't know she had the remarkable mothering instincts that flowed through her body. She sacrificed her own rest to comfort our baby. And on top of that, I found that not only was I over attracted to her while she was pregnant, but nothing beat seeing her holding my son. It was like some animal need that roared in my stomach, calmed only by the sight of her caring for our child. Every time I watched her bath Keith, change him, cloth him, feed him, and I felt the need to have Lora, to make her my own again. A need that crashed on me like a tidal wave. I had to reign in my feelings, because common sense told me it was too soon. I didn't believe that she was fully recovered from bringing our son into the world. And I was counting the days until I can show her how much I appreciate her for the work she did in the delivery room.

I emptied the bottle of water in my hand, and tossed into the trash compactor next to the dishwasher. Picking up the shirt that hung on a kitchen chair, I pulled it over my shoulders, and down my stomach. I walked upstairs, and into Keith's room, seeing Lora picking him up off the changing table. That animalistic need clawed at my insides, and I had to fight the tension. She was dressed in one of her knee length cotton dresses that she wore when it was warm outside. Her red hair flowed straight and down past her shoulders. I could feel my fingers tingle, wanting to tangle themselves in the red waves.

My eyes were drawn to my son, as he cooed in his mother's arms. Lora dressed him in a black polo shirt and some miniature khaki cargo shorts, and with it being early April outside, she placed brown leather flip-flops with a heel strap on his tiny feet. I couldn't stop myself as I silently crossed the room. My arms slipped around Lora's dramatically smaller stomach, and pulled her tight against my chest. I saw her cheek rise up as she smiled. Her head turned and before she could get a word out of her mouth, I captured her lips with my own. She was surprised, but returned the kiss all the same. Just as she sighed against my mouth, Keith opened his full little lips, and rattled the windows with his scream. I chuckled softly, before breaking apart from my wife.

"What was that for?" Lora asked, turning her body in my arms, so Keith was in between my chest and hers. Amusement danced her eyes, and I could feel my own smile tugging at my lips. Since when did I need an excuse to kiss my wife? I turned that smile into a smirk, and shrugged one of my shoulders at her.

"Why would I have to have a reason?" I murmured, pressing my forehead against her. Her breath hit my lips as she craned her neck so her lips would meet mine again. But, just like always, Keith broke us up. I let go of Lora and backed away. Using the changing table as a prop, I let my laughter take over. I just couldn't get over Keith. He was so jealous of the attention I gave his mother. When it was just him and me, he was as good as gold. Never whined; he was a happy baby. But put Lora and I together, and he chose sides.

Lora rolled her eyes, and left the room, carrying Keith with her. I followed shortly after, when I gained control of myself. We needed to get on the road if we were going to make it on time. I locked the front door behind me, when Lora and Keith were ahead of me. As Lora fastened him into his car seat, I turned the key over in the ignition. The drive to my sister's house wasn't a long one.

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"Lora, we're going to need to leave if we want to make it," I said, trying to bring her back to reality. She was sitting on Becky's couch in the living room, Keith on her lap. I stood next to the front door, urging her to hurry. But the look of worry and fear laced clearly on Lora's face. Becky sat down next to her and rubbed her hand across her back; a look of understanding her eyes.

"The first time away is never easy," Becky said, turning to watch her two little girls ran into the room, chasing each other. "No matter how many kids you have. But you can trust me to take excellent care of my nephew."

Lora nodded, not taking her eyes off Keith as her head tilted to the side slightly. "Oh, of course I know you'll take wonderful care of him. But what if he thinks we're not coming back?"

"Then, you'll prove that you didn't leave him when you pick him up," Becky said reassuringly. I watched on, hating to see how hard Lora was taking leaving him for the first time. I was pulled from my thoughts by a tugging sensation on the pant leg of my jeans. I looked down to see the oldest of my nieces, Lainey. It was obvious she wanted me to pick her up, so I smiled at her as I bent down, lifting her in my arms.

"What's wrong with Aunt Lora?" she asked in a simpering voice. It was amazing how much she sounded like a little adult. Her words came out clear as a bell, and it was fun to have a "grown-up" conversation, as she calls them. I smiled reassuringly at her.

"She's just worried about leaving the baby. See, he's so little and all, he needs a lot of attention."

Lainey nodded as if she understood everything I said. And, in fact, she probably had. She was the smartest four year old I'd ever seen. She propped her elbow on my chest, and rested her chin on her hand, clearly deep in thought. I watched as her eyes lit up as something came to her mind. "Can I help watch him? None of my babies have ever got hurt before." I tilted my head from side to side, making it seem like I was thinking it over. Then, she placed both of her hands on my shoulders, and tried to shake me. "Please Uncle Randy? Please? I promise I'll be good!"

I smirked to fight my laughter. I looked over to my sister, seeing her hiding her own laughter behind her hand. Even Lora seemed amused, and slightly more at ease. I decided it wouldn't hurt Becky to have a little helper around, to bring her things for Keith when her hands were tied. "Okay, but you have to promise me that you'll do everything your Mommy asks you to do. So, you can help her by bringing her a fresh diaper for him, or some new clothes. Just whatever she needs, you'll help her with, okay?"

Lainey clapped her hands excitedly before squeezing them around my neck. "Thank you! Thank you! I'll be the best helper ever!"

I sat her down as I laughed at her reaction. I watched as she tried to tug and drag the diaper bag over to her mother. It was just a bit too heavy for her to carry, but she managed to tug it across the carpet. She then stood next to Lora, staring sweetly down at the baby. Her little hand cupped his head, and she looked back to smile at her mother. It was then, that I saw, even young girls had the mothering instinct.

Finally, Lora handed Keith to my sister. It looked like it took everything she had to stand up. She was halfway across the room, when she turned around. "Everything you need should be in the diaper bag. Bottles, pacifiers, diapers, spare clothes, his night clothes, socks, and some more shoes," turning around to walk to my side, she checked her watch before she continued. "Usually this time of day, he won't go back to sleep until bedtime, which is eight. Just get him to sleep, and then fasten him into his carseat, so when we pick him up, we won't wake him."

Becky nodded, even though I knew Keith was in very capable hands. Lainey and Suzie were living proof of that. But I understood where Lora was coming from as well. We were both very protective of him. My sister stood up from the couch, Keith in the arms, and carried him across the room towards us.

"Say good-bye to Daddy," Becky said, bouncing Keith a little in her arms. She stood in front of me, showing my son looking up at me with wide and innocent eyes. And I nearly caved and took him with us. Those sad puppy-dog eyes almost shattered my heart. Instead, I knelt over and gave him soft kiss against his red hair. Becky then turned towards Lora, "Tell Mommy you'll see her later!"

Lora's eyes sheened over, and I knew she was holding back tears. If we left with Lora upset, Keith wouldn't calm down for Becky. But Lora braved through her pain, and smiled at the baby. She placed several kisses on his forehead before pulling back. "Mommy loves you. We'll be back before you can miss us, okay?"

I hooked my arm with Lora, thanked Becky again for sitting for us, and we were out of the door before Lora could snatch Keith away. She rested her head against my chest on the walk to the car.

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"So, is it nice to have the first baby-free night in over a month?" Adam asked, pulling his wrestling boots into place. I sat in his locker room, with John and Matt, and felt kind of jealous that they were all in their work attire, and I wasn't able to get out there and do something I loved. I was still out on "injury" and the fans didn't know that I was here. But, to calm the growing jealousy, I focused on Adam's question.

"Not really. I think I've completely gone soft, because there for a moment, when we dropped him off at my sister's, he gave me this look. As if he was trying to say, 'Why can't I go too?'. It was rough," I answered truthfully. And if I had it my way, my selfish way, he would be asleep in my arms right now. The guys looked at me with a mixed expression of sympathy and shock. I rolled my eyes, thinking that they didn't know about the softy I had become in the past month.

"If it was that bad for you, I can imagine how Lora was," John said, trying his tennis shoe laces. I shot him a look that said "You don't even know." I didn't even know she was going to take it that badly. But it had to be done. He was going to have to learn that Mommy and Daddy weren't going to be around twenty-four/seven.

"I thought I was going to have to carry her out of the house. She acted as if we were dropping him off on the front steps of Catholic convent. And she fought her tears the whole way here." There was a silent moment where I knew the boys were feeling sorry for Lora.

"So, other than that," Matt said, slipping on his show tank top, before grabbing the tape and wrapping his wrists up, "being a dad that amazing?" I smiled at the mention of my son. I could visualize him perfectly; red hair, bright blue eyes and the little smile at pulled at his mouth. Matt chuckle softly. "I'll take that as a 'yes'."

"You wouldn't be lying either," I added, stretching my legs out in front of me. This morning popped into my head, and I smirked. "He loves to cock-block me though."

John snorted with laughter, and took several moments to control himself. "Well, most newborns aren't that helpful for your personal life."

"No," I shook my head, trying to get my point across, "he gets so jealous of the attention I give her. I can't even kiss Lora without Keith starting to cry, with no reason at all."

"Who does that sound like?" Adam asked, throwing me one of his wicked amused smiles. I rolled my eyes, ignoring the fact that my son was already more like me than I cared to admit. I fought the groan that was building up, because if Keith was really like me, then Lora and I were in for a rude awakening for the rest of his life. Like the saying goes, "You pay for your raising." The guys pulled me from my thoughts when they stood up. Adam looked at the clock on the wall. "Looks like we have to get going."

I nodded my head, and followed them out. I didn't much like the idea of spending the rest of the night in a room by myself. I chatted with John for a few more hallways, before I had to go in the opposite direction. Within minutes, I was opening the door to Lora's titantron room. And for just a moment, a split second, everything seemed like it once had. When I had finished preparing for a match, and I came to see my girlfriend for a few minutes. Lora had her back to me, working hard at getting the last songs loaded. The scene took me back to the beginning stages of our life together. A time where it was just Lora Pierce and Randy Orton. I weighed the differences in my head, coming to the conclusion that Lora Pierce and Randy Orton was an amazing time, but Randy and Lora Orton marked my life totally different. Then adding Keith Orton to the top of that mix. And I knew, then, that I wouldn't have it any other way. I crossed the room, and wrapped my arms around her shoulders.

"Hi," her voice said; it was soft and sad. I knew she still hadn't gotten over leaving Keith. I watched as she pressed a button, and Matt's music echoed throughout the arena. I rolled a chair next to hers and sat down.

"How's work?" I tried to get her mind off the thoughts in her head. But she just shrugged her shoulders. I sighed and pulled her chair to mine when she put her head in her hands.

"Nothing's changed," she said, attempting the conversation. It was a start. Lora lifted her head to look at me. "The boys doing okay?"

"You know them, goofing off as always," I smirked, and was pleased when a faint smile crossed her lips. But then she moved suddenly, grabbing up her cell from the desk. She flipped it open, and saw that nothing new was there. Nothing had changed. I knew what she was doing. The same thing I caught myself doing throughout the night. But somehow I knew that her vigilance was heavier than mine. She was waiting for Becky to call, and say that something had happened. She was fearing the worse. And for that, putting herself under stress that needn't be there. I ran my fingers through her hair softly. "He's fine Lora."

Her head snapped to mine, and I saw the aggravation blazing back at me. "How do you know? He's probably crying at her house, thinking his parents abandoned him!"

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I knew I had to say something, even if Lora didn't want to listen. "He probably didn't have time to miss us, what with Becky and the girls there to play with him."

"Why are you so okay with this?" Lora asked, the accusation in her eyes. She stood up from her seat and paced the room. Her voice raised in volume the longer she talked. "I'm a nervous wreck, and you're acting like this doesn't even bother you. Was it that easy to walk away from him? Because it wasn't for me. Not for me."

I stood, trying to remain calm. I knew Lora wasn't upset with me. She was just upset. Maybe it's too soon, I reasoned. Crossing the room, I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her tight to my body. She resisted at first, but I wouldn't let her go. She finally relaxed against me and laid her head down on my shoulder. "I'll call Becky. And tell her we'll come get him now."

Lora sniffed against the material of my shirt, and lifted her head to look at me with shining eyes. I knew that this was what she wanted. And anything Lora wanted, I would be damn sure she got. Her eyes darted over my shoulder, to her screen. I smiled down at her, until I saw her eyes widen, and a hand covered her mouth as she gasped. I let go of her and wheeled around. Evan Bourne was in the ring, having a ladder match with the high-flyer from Nexus. It was scheduled for the entire Nexus group to interfere, and now they began pushing the ladder that Matt was perched on over. It tipped, and everything went into slow motion.

Matt hit the ropes before the ladder did, and got tangled a bit, before the ladder came down hard, knocking him from the ropes. I watched as he fell, and try to land on his feet. But that didn't happen. His foot hit the on the side, and my stomach churned. Because before Matt could land on the ground, his foot was touching his leg. The right foot was touching the right leg. It was completely bent in half. The arena was deadly quiet. The members of Nexus were standing in the ring, staring down in complete shock. My eyes roamed over Matt's face. Every feature was contorted into absolute agony. The city had just witnessed Evan Bourne horrifically break his leg.

Lora clutched her hand tight to my arm, "Oh my god."

A/N

Again, sorry for the wait! And don't be mad at me! lol Randy'll be on Smackdown tonight, or so he tweeted. WATCH IT GUYS!

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