Chapter 27- RV

"Are you sure we have everything?" I asked, looking around all of the bags packed around the living room. Tonight was the last night our family would sleep in our home for at least two months. I was still a little unsure about how it would effect Keith, because he wouldn't be in the home he was brought home too. But, it also soothed my nerves to know that our "home away from home" was as close to a house as an RV could get. A small smile came to my lips, thinking about my anniversary present. I knew it had to cost a hell of a lot of money, and as much as that bothered me, I knew that we would never hurt for anything. And this was the answer to keep our family together for longer than we had anticipated.

My eyes landed back on the luggage near the door. Randy had two bags, I had three, and I packed nearly everything Keith owned into two full-sized bags. If I had learned anything on my first trip with the WWE tour, you needed to be prepared for any occasion. I was sure I was over-guessing how much we would need, but you could never be too sure. I didn't hear Randy as he came up behind me, but I felt his arms close around my stomach as he pulled me close to his chest.

"Well, let's see," he said, his breath tickling my ear as he leaned over me, "there are my bags, and yours, and then everything Keith's ever been bought." I rolled my eyes at his laughter. I knew he was making fun of me, but I couldn't say anything back, because I really agreed with him. "Vince is sending over two drivers from the company to be our permanent drivers. He's also arranged for two new openings for the company. As it turns out, we've seemed to inspire other superstars, and employees who can accommodate. If I'm not mistaken, Paul is looking into a bus like ours, so he, Stephanie and the kids can travel with him. And I know for a fact Paul Wight already has a bus, and is currently traveling with Smackdown with his wife and his daughter. So, Vince has hired a pediatric specialist to the list of trainers, and care provider for those children whose parents work for the company."

I gaped at Randy. My mind was boggled about all the accommodations he was making for WWE families. And then letting me have my strange work schedule of working for two months, and then being off for another. I bit my lip, worried that I was asking too much from the man. "Are you sure Vince is okay with all of this? I mean, with my unusual work schedule, bringing our family on the road?"

Randy laughed again in my ear softly. "Vince, believe it or not, is a very generous man. As long as he gets what he asks, he doesn't care how it's done. And right now, he wants me back in action, and if that means shaking things up backstage to fit our needs, then so be it. Besides, do you think that Stephanie, let alone Linda, would give him a moments peace if he objected to something like this?"

I laughed, knowing that he was right. While I had never met Linda McMahon, I was friends with her daughter, Stephanie. And I knew her will and her compassion. She would have her father's head on a platter if he denied a WWE family of something. After all, she was a twice-over in a WWE family, with three kids herself. What Randy had said made me feel less selfish. If we weren't the only ones wanting special treatment for our family, then I didn't feel so guilty. Randy grabbed my hand, and led me towards the stairs. I knew where we were going, and I didn't protest because we had a twenty-six hour drive ahead of us tomorrow to get to Spokane, Washington. I hadn't told Randy, but I was secretly excited about getting back on the road. Beside my first house in St. Louis, being on tour was one of the first places that I got into my own, and played the game my way. It was where I met all of my friends, and where I started my family with Randy. As I helped fold down the sheets in our bedroom, I tried to hide the smile of my anticipation.

I crawled into bed, and cuddled close to Randy, as I felt my eyelids begin to droop shut. But as soon as my body relaxed in the first stages of deep sleep, a shrill cry broke free on the baby monitor, jolting not only me, but Randy wide awake. For the sixth night in a row, Keith had woken up in a crying fit. I thought that our long nights were over when he finally started sleeping through the night, but almost a week ago, that changed. I looked up to Randy, and we exchanged a look. It was going to be a long night.

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"Is he finally calmed down?" I mumbled, resting my head back down on the pillow of the bed in the back of the bus.

Keith wouldn't sleep for more than an hour last night, and during those glorious hours, he would spend three other hours crying. Between Randy and I, we had tried everything. Feeding him, bathing him, bouncing him, burping him, playing with him and rocking him. Nothing worked. He was inconsolable. I was beginning to worry about his actions. Surely it wasn't normal for a two month old to cry so much. I opened my eye a crack to see Randy falling into the bed next to me. I heard his huff of exhaustion, and I felt guilty. I shouldn't, because even though I tried to help with Keith this last time, he wouldn't let me. He told me to go get some rest. Of course, there was no rest for me when I could hear my son crying is some kind of discomfort that his father and mother couldn't understand. I had just lain on the bed, listening to the hum of the motor below me, and screams of my son from the living room.

"Mhmm," Randy said into the pillow. I heard the two soft thuds of his shoes, as he kicked each one off with his toe. In his hand, was the battery-operated baby monitor. Even though we were merely feet from Keith's bed, if you closed our door, added with the sound of the motor below our bed, it was hard to hear anything outside our little cocoon. "The rumble of the bus and hum seemed to have soothed him enough to sleep."

I wiggled closer to Randy on the bed, and felt him wrap his arm around my stomach, and lay his head on my chest. I smiled sleepily and closed my eyes, clutching to Randy's near asleep form. The next thing I knew, I felt the bus give a slight jerk, and come to a complete stop. I pried my eyes open from the sleep that just forced them shut. Randy was still lying on my chest, but I could feel him moving. I looked down to meet his sleepy gaze, and we both groaned. Neither one of us were ready to wake up. Though, I didn't know how long we slept, nor did I know the time. I rolled over to my side to observe the nightstand clock. It read "one-thirty A.M." It shocked me to learn that we had slept for nearly eight hours. Randy moaned and left the bedroom, out into the living room. It took me a moment to follow him. I stopped by Keith's bed, and saw him stirring around under the blankets. I smiled down at him as he opened his eyes. And too my surprise, he didn't start screaming. Keith grinned toothlessly up at me, and I lowered his guardrail and took him in my arms.

"We had to stop for gas," Randy said, nearly startling me. I didn't hear him climb back on the bus. I looked up at him as he came to stand next to me, giving Keith a pleased one-over that he wasn't crying. "Nick said that we were in Pierre, South Dakota, and we've already gone twelve hours. But we still have another fifteen before we get there. So, they had to swap drivers."

I looked around his shoulder to see Brian, the first driver of this trip. He looked to be in his late forties. He wasn't nearly as tall as Randy, but had similar dark brown hair, well he would if Randy let his hair grow out. He looked worn out and ready to drop at any moment. I felt so bad for him. Randy and I got to sleep during the trip so far, and they didn't. So, I made a snap decision, and got Brian's attention. "Just so you know, this couch folds out into a sleeper bed, and you are more than welcome to use it. You and Nick when ever you swap turns."

Brian looked at me with such appreciation and nodded my way. I smiled back at him, and with Keith in my arms, and I went back to the bedroom. Randy followed behind me, shutting the door. By the look on Randy's face, I could tell that he approved of my generous offer. I smirked at Randy, and pulled a pillow in front of my body as I sat back down on the bed. And as I got ready to feed Keith, I couldn't help but look at Randy. You would think, for a man that has seeming insatiable needs, he would have trouble sitting through one of Keith's feedings. But Randy didn't ever seem to mind. He sat comfortably next to me on the bed, rubbing my back, petting Keith's head, or watching TV. It was also nice to know that I wasn't torturing him with me hesitancy. That he had other things to occupy his self. But the fact of the matter was, that the more the days went by, and the more I watched him handle my request, the more I wanted him. I held no more concerns for the health of my body. If I actually thought about it, I could pinpoint the last time Randy and I had been together. My birthday, a few days before Christmas, and the preterm labor scare I had that stopped all physical intimacy between Randy and I. A little over four months. And now, I felt ready and healed. Though, it was more of finding the right time. Having a baby made everything so much more hectic. I knew that we couldn't be nearly as spontaneous as we used to be. We were responsible for another life now, and Keith came before sex.

I handed Keith to Randy after his feeding, and fixed my top. I grabbed the remote on the side-table, and made the TV pop up. I found a favorite DVD of Keith's, "The Backyardigans", and put in the player and set up Keith's entertainment. Re-seating myself on the bed, I propped myself up against the headboard, Randy joining me, and fixing Keith in a position to watch his cartoon. Randy put his arm around me and pulled me close to his chest.

"Did I tell you what Vince had in mind for me for my first story line back?" Randy asked, and I shook my head. Though, I knew it had to be big, because I heard the excitement underlining his words. I looked up at him and saw the emotion simmering in his eyes. "To get revenge on Sheamus for taking me out, and getting the Championship from him."

I cupped my hands over my mouth to cover my squeal of delight. One thing I didn't want to do, was upset Keith, and set him into his crying mode again. But this was big news. I knew the storyline was going to have merit by the way Randy was talking, but I didn't think it was championship-worthy. I giggled and threw my arms around his neck tightly. I was so very happy for Randy at the moment. One thing I knew about Randy, he took immense pride in being champion. His title reigns were and still are the happiest times in his career. "Oh my! This is great, Randy!"

Randy chuckled softly at my reaction to the news. Even though I knew he was playing it off, I knew he loved that I always got just as excited for his job as he did. Neither one of us felt annoyed by the other when we talked about our jobs. I loved Randy's job, and Randy loved mine. They were intertwined. I pulled back from him and our cheeks brushed together. We both froze, and I knew what was on both of our minds. I instinctively leaned into Randy, and he met me half way. But as our lips touched, barely exchanging that spark that lives in our kiss, Keith squealed out. And even though it was a happy squeal, something had thrilled him from the DVD, Randy and I pulled away. Now was not the right moment.

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"Do you have everything you need, Mrs. Orton?" a runner asked me as we reached my room. I opened the door and stared at my job before me. I sighed in content, feeling happy to be back at work. I shook my head at the runner, and he left to help someone else. I carried everything into the room and sat it down. Even though Vince had hired a caretaker to watch over any child with a working parent, I didn't want Keith to be alone with a stranger. Not just yet. I hadn't even met this woman. So, instead of dropping him off to do my job, I sat his seat in a chair next to mine, leaving his diaper bag on the floor, that had everything I would need if something happened during the show.

It wasn't so hard, watching after Keith and loading the music for tonight. My job was like second nature to me, and gave me extra time to keep an eye on Keith. He was a little fussy, but there was too much going on around him to cry too much. I finished loading my music, and decided to let Keith pay Daddy a visit. Unsnapping him from his seat, I picked him up, and held him up-right in my arms, his head resting on my shoulder. Several workers did a double-take as I walked by, and some stopped me to look at the newest edition to the WWE community. Finally able to break away from everyone, I turned down the hall that I knew held Randy's locker room. I didn't knock on the door, and just pushed it out of my way. It was just like it always was, a crowd with barely enough seating for everyone. John and Casie sat on the leather sofa, with Edoin on her right and Matt in the floor. Adam sat on a metal chair, and Melina was in his lap. They all ran to me, hugging me and kissing the baby lightly. It was so good to see my friends again. To feel like everything was normal. I let my eyes roam around the room again. Randy stood with his back to me, and a brunette woman stood in front of me.

At first, I didn't pay attention to anyone but Randy. It was already in his wrestling trunks, ready for his title match with Sheamus tonight. It set up Randy's return perfectly. Stephen would go out there and open a challenge for the WWE title to anyone brave enough to take him on. Then enter Randy. I can just imagine the crowd's reaction. But my eyes did Randy a total look and I knew my cheeks started to flush. This was crazy, I was married to the man, and holding our baby, and he still had this effect on me. But, when I heard my name being called out in a delightful surprise, my eyes focused on the woman in front of Randy. "Stephanie!"

Bad mistake. I knew in an instant that my shocked greeting had disturbed Keith, and he began to cry. I groaned, and patted his back to soothe him. But just like it had been for the past week, he wouldn't be happy. Randy took him from me, lying the baby's head against his bare shoulder, rubbing his back softly. It seemed to help, and I turned my attention back to Stephanie. I smiled brightly at her, and hugged her tightly. She returned the gesture, laughing in my ear. She pulled away to appraise me slightly. "You look good. Tired, but good. How have you been?"

"Pretty good. Though, this past week, Keith won't sleep through the night. He had gotten to where he was, but this just started not to long ago. And nothing helps. He'll just cry until he exhausts himself."

Stephanie touched her chin in thought, "You know, I had that same problem with Aurora. Crying for what seemed like no reason, with nothing Paul or I could do would calm her. It turned out that she had colic. You might want to run Keith by the newly-appointed pediatrician on staff to see."

I looked over to Randy, catching his eye. Neither one of us had even thought about colic. I didn't know much about it myself. The only thing I knew about was from when Odera had it when she was about Keith's age. The doctor said that there wasn't a definite cause for it, nor was there an absolute cure. They would eventually grow out of it, and be perfectly fine. I had to fight my groan when something in my chest told me that this was what was wrong with my baby. And knowing that I couldn't do anything about, felt terrible. I watched as Randy kept rubbing his hand over Keith's back. I thanked Stephanie for her advice and she left to go make sure Raw was ready to start. I sighed in frustration, said my good-byes to my friends, took Keith from Randy's arms, and kissed Randy's cheek. He gave me a meaningful look as I turned to leave. I knew he was just as torn about this as I was. Him, more so than me. I knew how Randy got when he couldn't do anything to help.

The walk back to my titantron room was a quick one. People were too busy getting things set up to pay any attention to Randy Orton's wife or his son. I made back just in time to start the show. I placed Keith back in his seat and watched the events unfold on screen. I had read the script, but I still didn't like where a storyline was going. John's, to be more specific. Casie, or Tamara, called John out to demand answers for his actions last week; when he left her to get a beating from Otunga and Alicia Fox. I had to give it to Casie, she was an amazing actress. The waver in her voice as she stared John down, when he couldn't even look at her. Her scripted words hushed the whole arena.

"How could you John? How could you do that to me? Do I mean that little to you, for you to just throw me to the wind?" Her voice shook with the right amount of emotion. This was part of the show that it really did seem like a soap opera. And, just like everyone else, I was getting reeled in.

"You don't understand, Tamara! This is my job, my life! If I don't do everything he tells me, I'm fired," I heard the pleading tone in his voice that broke my heart. John really knew how to get the hearts of his viewers. And I wasn't exempt. Tamara threw her hands up in frustration, a broken look in her eye. And I knew what she was about to say would be hard for her.

"What about my life? My life, that was seriously jeopardized last week when you left me to ambush!" Even though I knew that her life wasn't really in the balance, that it was just scripted, I had watched the beating she took. And Casie was a better woman than I would ever be, because I couldn't put up with that much pain. "Am I not apart of your life anymore John? You could quit, and then go to Smackdown. But no, you didn't, and threw me to the wolves."

"Tamara, please…. What would you have done?"

"I would have quit. For you. For your safety, and for my sanity, I would have quit. Some things are bigger than this squared circle," Tamara eyed John with a sad finality. I could see the tears as they slowly ran down her face, and once again, I commended her for acting ability. She took off John's dog tags that he had given her to wear, and placed them in his hand. "It's over John. I can't do it anymore."

And before John could say anything else, Tamara left the ring, leaving the crowd in a stunned silence, and John in the ring, gaping at her. I had to shake my head and clear my emotions the scene before me had caused. I coughed, trying to reign in my self-control. I looked down at the script and smiled brightly. The next spot would be Randy's comeback. I hit Sheamus' music and watched as he sauntered down the ring with the belt snapped around his waist. I tried to tune out his blabbering, about him being the best champion, and throwing out an open offer to any superstar in the locker rooms to a title match. I picked Keith up from his seat, and soothed his fretting.

"Ssh, baby, Daddy is going to be on TV," I murmured to my son, and I don't know whether it was my voice, or the fact that I had said "Daddy", but he calmed down, and watched the pale man on the screen. When it was time to switch on Randy's music, I grabbed Keith's hand and placed it on the right button. Keith knew what to do after that, and smacked his hand happily down on the button, and jumped slightly when Randy's music echoed loudly throughout the arena. I looked down at Keith and saw his giggling face. But what really astounded me, was I could barely hear myself think right now. Fourteen plus thousand people were on their feet, yelling in excitement as Randy slowly made his way down to the ring. The look on Sheamus's face was priceless. I had to give the devil his due, he could make some of the best scared faces. And this was one of his best as he watched Randy slip between the ropes. Keith wiggled in my arms and squealed, pointing at the screen. I laughed and bounced him around slightly. "Yeah, there's your Daddy!"

I had never seen Keith place attention to the television as much as he did during Randy's match. Not even the Backyardigans. He would squeal in happiness when Randy would get the momentum in the match, and growl or cry when Sheamus turned the tables. This was by far the most entertaining and adorable thing I had ever seen Keith do. He knew that was his Daddy, and he didn't want anyone else touching him. When the bell finally rang, and Randy stood up in one of the ring's corners, showing off his new title for the world to see, Keith squealed again, slapping his hands on my desk happily. I couldn't help but giggle as I clung tight to his little body.

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"So, what did the doctor say?" Randy asked. After his match was over, I had paged the child specialist to come check out Keith. It didn't take him long to see that Keith was perfectly healthy, and that there was no other reason for him to be crying other than colic.

"It is colic," I groaned, laying my head on Randy's chest as we lay in our new bed. Keith was sleeping peacefully, right now, in his bed in the hall. I sighed and wrapped my arm around him Randy's stomach. "He gave me this bottle of drops to give him every time he starts to cry and two times a day no matter if he's crying or not. It doesn't get rid of it, just makes it easier on him. And also a list of things we could change to make it easier, like his sleeping positions, what I eat, since I breastfed and everything. There are other things, but I just can't think of them now. The list is stuck on the refrigerator with a magnet."

"Well, at least there's something for us to do, without sitting around feeling helpless," Randy said, trying to see the bright side in this situation. We both wished there was something else that we could do. But instead, we just had to wait it out. Randy wrapped his around my shoulders, pulling me closer to him. "How did your first day back at work feel?"

"Pretty good. Not as good as yours, apparently," I said with a smirk, looking over his to the nightstand to see the WWE title sitting there. I was just about as excited as he was. This was the first time since I had been with Randy, that he has been champion. I was happy for John when he was champ, but with Randy, I was proud. And I would be lying if I didn't admit that I wasn't just the slightest bit turned on by the fact. There was something about having a champion for a husband. "Although, you and Keith made my night for me."

Randy looked down at me in confusion, "And exactly how did we do that?"

"Watching Keith watching you was beyond funny," and I told him everything about what Keith had done while watching his father in his comeback match. I felt Randy shake beneath me as he laughed. "I guess I really don't have a choice in this, do I?"

"A choice in what?" Randy asked, still cracked up with his laughter. I rolled my eyes at him.

"The fact that Keith will, one day, be in this business. It's in his blood." I smirked at the proud look on Randy's face.

A/N

So, what did you think about the first chapter with them back on the road? I loved it! Except for Keith and his colic. My niece had that when she was little. It wasn't pretty. But, fortunately, it didn't last too long. But, now that you read it, REVIEW it, please?

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