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Chapter 33- Lost In Translation

Lora

I couldn't remember the last time I had felt so miserable. Every morning, I woke up depressed. Because I knew that my day wouldn't be the same as I wanted it too. Sure, I had my husband lying next to me in our bed. And our son was just down the hall. But I didn't feel whole. Like something was missing. My best friend. It had been three days since I had last seen or heard from Casie. Since our fight. Her words ran through my mind like a broken record. And even though I knew that it wasn't true, I felt that I was the one to blame for how Casie was feeling. Randy had gone above and beyond the call of duty in trying to convince me that everything was going to be okay.

I rolled over on my side, pulling the covers over my head to block the intruding sunlight. However, almost as soon as I closed my eyes back, the baby monitor crackled and I heard Keith cry out for attention. I tried to pull my body out of bed, but I just couldn't force myself. I called out for Randy, asking him to check on Keith. After a few moments, when I didn't get a response, or feel the bed move, I rolled over to him. "Randy, please, will you go to him?"

Again, nothing. I pulled the covers from my head and found that Randy wasn't there. I huffed, and shoved the covers down away from my body, and crawled out of the bed. I didn't bother with my sweatpants that were on the floor, and I just left the bedroom with only Randy's t-shirt on, pulling my hair up as I went. Picking Keith up from his bed, I could tell many things at once. He was definitely crying; tears were rolling down his face, drenching his pillow. And that in itself meant that he was probably hungry. But as I walked him to the refrigerator, I found something else out. He needed a diaper change. Immediately. The smell wafted towards my nose, and it hit me like a wrecking ball. How could something so small, create something of that magnitude?

As I walked into the kitchen, I smelled the light hint of something burning. I looked over at the stove, seeing a thin stream of smoke floating from the door. I placed Keith down in his pen and rushed to the stove. I stomped my foot in frustration, seeing a pan of full of black mounds. But the looks of them, they should have been biscuits. Pushing open the window behind the stove, I grabbed an ovenmit, and waved the smoke out the window. Keith was still screaming and pitching a fit in his pen. Opening the door of the refrigerator, I grabbed a bottle of milk for Keith. I paused momentarily, looked at the pile of dirty dishes in the sink. A pan with left over eggs stuck to the bottom, bowl after bowl, thrown haphazardly into the sink. Another deeper pan with a thick substance layering the bottom; I assumed that gravy had been in that pan. And countless amount of dirty silverware and glasses. I felt my temperature rising, and Keith's continuing fit did not help. I sat the bottle down on the counter, and ran into the back bedroom. I quickly slipped on a pair of Randy's basketball shorts, and grabbed my phone. I hit his number and waited for him to pick up.

"Hey Lora," he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice. Which did not help my mood. I didn't want him to be in a good mood if I wasn't. I knew that I was being a little over the top, but I was constantly on edge lately, and everything this morning was working against me.

"Don't you 'Hey Lora' me," I snapped, returning to the living room. I grabbed Keith's bottle and threw it on the couch. I stomped my way over to Keith, stooping down to scoop him in my arms. "I wake up to the baby crying, biscuits burned in the stove, and dishes everywhere. Where in the hell are you?"

There was a pause, and I heard Randy sigh. "Shit, I forgot about those biscuits. I was making them for you."

I scoffed, "Well, fat chance getting me to eat them now. I'm not even going to clean them up. But you didn't answer my question. Where are you?"

"I'm right outside in the parking lot talking to Mom and Dad."

I halted in my steps briefly. Today was Monday, and that meant Monday Night Raw. But tonight's Raw was special. It was "Raw goes Old School" and tons of superstars from back in the day were going to be on the show tonight. And that included my father-in-law, Bob Orton. A small smile flitted across my lips at the thoughts of seeing them again. It had been shortly after Keith's birth had I seen them last. And I loved my In-Laws. But when I looked behind me, seeing the mess the bus was in, and Keith's shrill cry, I lost all momentary joy. I hung up the phone, dropping it on the counter, and with Keith in my arms, I stormed to the front and off the bus.

There, not even ten feet from the front door, stood Randy, being circled by his parents, Bob and Elaine. All three of them looked up at the raucous entrance I made. With Keith safely secured to my body with one arm, my other hand found my hip, and I sent Randy the most life-threatening glare that I could muster. And if I wasn't sorely mistaken, Randy actually took a small step back, nearly bumping into the shoulder of his mother, who I knew was watching the scene with slight amusement. Bob was trying his damnedest not to laugh. I guess it was sort of amusing to think that Randy Orton, a man of few words and extreme "don't mess with me" vibes, was about to get an earful.

"Randy, get in here now, and clean up that holy mess that's in the kitchen. I can't do everything, despite the thoughts of some. And your son needs his diaper changed. It has your name written all over it," I finished in a huff, hitching Keith better up in my arms.

"I'll be right there, I'm jus—" My eyes widened and I stared him down, daring him to finish that sentence. I walked closer to Randy, and I knew the moment he could smell Keith's dirty diaper, because he blinked several times and his eyebrows knitted together.

"Randy, so help me God, if you do not change him, and clean up your mess, you won't have to worry about facing Wade Barrett at Survivor Series."

Randy held his hands up in defeat, and took Keith from my arms. He turned to wave good-bye to his parents and looked quickly at me, before disappearing on the bus. I sighed and turned back around to face Elaine and Bob. Bob coughed slightly to cover up his laughter, and walked over to me. "Motherhood sitting that well for you, huh?"

"I'm not usually this stressing about the messes on the bus. I'm just out of it because my best friend and I aren't speaking to one another," I explained, feeling the frown pull at my face. Elaine walked closer to me, and put her arm around my shoulder.

"I wouldn't worry about it too much. I know this is a stressful situation for all involved, but I know that everything will sort itself out," and she leaned over and placed a kiss on the side of my head. I turned to stare at her when she began to chuckle softly. "On a brighter note, I've never seen Randy jump faster for a task demanded of him. Not even from myself."

I laughed along with her, feeling shameful. I knew that I shouldn't have taken my frustrations out on Randy. It was just so hard to try to pretend as if everything was okay when it wasn't. To act as if I was fine. I could say with confidence that I was not fine. But I covered it up the best I could. And Randy just happened to be the brunt of my outlash. I saw my in-laws off and headed back on to the bus. I knew I needed to make right with Randy. But my pride was too strong right now. I walked right past him as he washed the dishes in the sink, with Keith sitting on the counter in his bouncer seat. Once I was safely hidden in the hallway, I peeped out and watched him. Whenever Keith made a noise, Randy would turn towards him, and place several soapy bubbles in his hands, and Keith would be content in clapping his hands together. And my husband went back to the dish he was cleaning.

An hour later, after getting my shower, fixing my appearance and preparing Keith's bag for the night, we left for the arena. I didn't say anything to Randy on the whole trip. Not that I didn't want too. I hated it when we argued. I just didn't know how to admit that I was wrong. It almost made me laugh to think that outside observers of my marriage would have put money on Randy having the biggest issue with his pride. I proved everyone wrong. I guess it's true that red-heads have the most explosive temper. Randy pulled into the private parking lot behind the arena, and we got out of the car. I stiffened when Randy put his hand on the back of my head, and kissed my forehead lightly. I sighed as I watched him walk away. Shaking my head, I took Keith's seat from the car, and together we headed off towards my room. With every step I took away from Randy, the feeling to be in his arms grew. I closed my eyes in aggravation. That's when I felt myself bumping into something much stronger than me. Luckily, I did not drop Keith's seat, and I tipped to the side until and hand grasped my elbow, steadying me.

"You might want to watch a little more closely to where you are walking," John said laughing. A real smile came to my face for the first time today. It had been longer since I had seen John than it had since I had seen Casie. I threw my free arm around his neck, and pulled him into a hug. "I don't want my little protégé to get injured."

"Your protégé?" I laughed, rolling my eyes at him. "I don't think Randy would agree with you on that."

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it," he said, waving my words off. He sobered slightly, looking at me for the first real time. "How are you? It's been too long."

My mood fell like his did. We both knew why it had been so long since we have hung out. At first, he was trying to deal with Casie's situation. Now, he was just trying to deal with her. "I've been fine. You?"

John knew I was lying, but he knew better than to push it with me. I stared at the floor, not wanting to meet his eye. It hadn't been the same between us in weeks. I could feel the barriers he put up. His walls. I, in turn, had walls and protections of my own up. Even from Randy. I didn't want to seem as if I was failure as a wife and mother, if I let this situation distract me. John cleared his throat softly. "The same."

I looked up to ask John the question that was always on my mind, when I looked over his shoulder. I met a pair cold blue eyes. Blue eyes that usually shown nothing but laughter. John noticed my stare and turned around. We both looked down the hall, watching Casie as she glared back at me. My temper returned from earlier, and I was seeing red. Haughtily, I hitched Keith's diaper bag on my shoulder, and turned back to John. "Well, I would ask you to tell your girlfriend that the baby misses her, but she obviously does not care," and without another word, I spun around on my heel, and stalked off towards my room. I felt guilty, using Keith as my cover. And even though I knew Keith loved Casie, and wished she would come back around, I was the one that really missed her. Yes, I was mad at her. Yes, I was hurt at her. But, she's my best friend. I missed her.

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"Wow," I said, completely in awe. Bob had stopped by my room during the show, and asked if I would like to meet some of his old friends. So, as I carried Keith around in my arms, Bob took me around, introducing me to his old co-workers. Needless to say, I was starstruck. "This is so cool."

Bob laughed as he waved down another friend of his, Virgil Runnels. But the world better knew him as "The American Dream" Dusty Rhodes. I loved this man's dynasty he was creating. Both of his sons, Dustin and Cody Runnels, were signed WWE wrestlers. It intrigued me to know that some of the younger crowd mingled and mixed with the older ones, and were closely related or life long friends. It had been some time ago, back when Randy and I had first started to date, that I found out of my favorites, Goldust, was actually Dusty Rhodes son. I would have never guessed, with all of that make up he wears.

"Hey Dusty," Bob said, using his ring name so casually. "I'd like you to meet my daughter-in-law. You know, Randy's girl? And this is their kid, and my only grandson, Keith."

I glowed with pride at the introduction I had just received. I stuck out my free hand and shook his hand. I listened, hanging on to every word he had to say. His voice carried that thick southern Louisiana drawl. And I gladly handed over my son when the older man asked to see him. It thrilled me that Bob was so eager to show off the extension to his family. I watched on as Bob and Dusty spoke of old times, all the while the bright blonde-headed man holding my son. Keith was fighting for his "Papa"s attention. At one point, he got fed up with trying to reach for Bob, and smacked Dusty as hard as his little arm could. I stared at the scene for a moment, before gushing apologies towards the legend. Instead of being mad, he started to laugh.

"It's not a problem. The boy's got quite an arm on him," he said chuckling at my son as he handed him over to Bob. Keith calmed instantly, knowing whose arms he was in. "And besides, when this fourth generation superstar makes it big, he can say that he took down a legend."

"Oh, that's just what I need," I laughed and rolled my eyes. "Another Legend Killer."

The basic meet and greet of Bob's old friends continued, and I met some of my heros. Such as Roddy Piper, the legendary commentator Jim Ross, "Mean" Gene Okerlund, "The Million Dollar Man" Ted DiBiase and Sergent Slaughter. While talking to these great men of the WWE history books, I came to the conclusion, that old school is where it's at. An arena has a different, electric vibe when these men are in the building. I checked my watch and received a shock. The show was almost over, and I had to close out my room. I turned to Bob, making him halt in his steps.

"I'm sorry, Bob, but I have to go close out the titantron room," I said, casting yet another glance at my watch. I placed a hand on the arm that had his famous cast on, "Do you mind to take Keith to Randy's locker room? Ask Randy to give him a bath for me? We have to leave as soon as we hit the bus, and I don't want to put it off until the morning. Please?"

I left Bob with my son and his promise to pass the message on to Randy. I hoped, as I reached my room, that Randy wouldn't be upset with my request. Randy never fought back with me today, so maybe he knew that I didn't mean it. Well, I could just hope for right now. The next hour went by in a rush of walkie-talkie conversations, ordering my staff to perform their jobs, and exhausting the last of my energy. I sighed, gathered my things from the room, and went off to find Randy's. Ten minutes later, I found myself pushing the door to his locker room open. I looked around for my boys.

But no one was there. Not Bob or Elaine, not Randy, not even Keith. His seat and diaper bag was there, but there was no sign of another living soul. My heart pumped in my ear as a million thoughts ran through my head of where they could, or what could have happened to them. I spun around on the spot, trying to find something that would clue me in. It was then that I noticed the bathroom door was cracked open, with the lights on. I tip-toed over to the door, and gently pushed it out of my way. The soft sound to water spraying in the shower met my ear. Now, I was confused. If Randy was in the shower, where was Keith? I looked on the counter, where Randy had laid out his fresh clean clothes. But there on top of his, was an outift of Keith's.

I stepped closer to the shower, and that's when I heard it. It was Randy's voice, and a soft baby coo. I bit my lip in a smirk as I listened to them, "Okay, now that we got those legs clean, it's time to work on these arms."

I couldn't stand it any longer and creeped right up to the curtain, and subtly pushed enough of it out of the way to look in. I couldn't help the sweep my eyes did as Randy stood in the shower, completely naked. He was nothing less of perfection. But in Randy's soapy arms, was our baby. He was giggling and smiling at Randy as the water fell over him. His hair looked brown from the water, and I assumed that Randy had already washed his hair. He clapped both of his small hands on either side of Randy's face, pushing and pulling on his cheeks. Which forced Randy to make funny faces and entertaining Keith.

I slipped as quietly as I could out of the bathroom, not wanting to disturb the father and son bonding time. My heart hurt with the size it grew after watching my boys. Just when I think I can't love Randy anymore, he goes and does something like this. Something so extraordinary that exceeds everything else. I lowered myself on the couch, and waited. It didn't take them but another twenty minutes to walk out of the bathroom fully clothed. I stood from my seat, taking Keith from Randy's arms. After securing him in his seat, I turned back around to face Randy. This was it. I had to swallow my pride and just get it over with.

"Randy, I'm sorry," I said with a sigh. I took a few extra moments to collect my thoughts, before looking him in the eye. He wasn't staring at me with any emotion. He face was blank. "I'm sorry for this afternoon. I will never speak to you like that in front of your parents again. I was just stressed and everything hit me like a brick today, and I couldn't deal. I'm sorry it had to be you that I took my emotions out on."

The next thing I knew, Randy had wrapped his arms around me and pulled me tight against his chest. I smelled the soap on his skin and took a deep breath. I hid my smile in his neck, because underneath the soap, I could smell the baby lotion he had used to soften up our son. "I understand. You didn't have to apologize, but I'm glad that we are okay now."

I tightened my grip on him shortly, before he picked up Keith's seat, and still with his arm around my waist, we headed for the bus. I made a promise to myself to never argue with Randy again if it wasn't his fault. I didn't want to be the cause of a problem between us. I needed Randy more than anyone else.

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