Words can not describe how I feel right now. First, I wake up, so very sick, on my week off from school mind you. Then having to watch a Raw, knowing John Cena was "fired". Do I know that it's just a story line, yes. Does that knowledge make it any less depressing, no. Then Randy has to defend his title, 24 hours out from Survivor Series. Only to be ambushing by a bunch of numbnuts (pardon my french). And then the annoying one, cashed in his MITB… So very… pissed right now.

But, that will not keep me from my passion. And trust me, I'll have fun with taking my aggression out!

On we go….

Chapter 34- Leaving Normal

The Saturday before Survivor Series came in bright and warm. Randy and I had rolled into Miami late last night. But as I turned over in the bed, the glowing sunshine flowed into the room. I groaned at the intrusion and pulled the covers over my head. I was not a morning person, and the obtrusive light made the early morning hours even worse. I stretched my arms out involuntarily and found warmth. Soft flesh of a chiseled stomach, moving ever so slightly with each breath taken. I peeped through one open eye, to see Randy's tattooed arm slung over his face, covering his eyes. Randy wasn't that fond of mornings either. It wasn't until this year, that we ever got up earlier than we would have normally had too. And as soon as the reason for that crossed my mind, I heard Keith call out from the hallway. Without thinking, I jumped from the bed, and rushed towards my son. Ever since I had showed out to Randy's parents, about Randy, I tried not to let him lift a finger.

And it wasn't because Randy told me too. In fact, he insisted that I didn't need to do everything for our family. But it was guilt. Guilt that made me cook every meal, clean every dish, sweep and mop all of the floors and take care of Keith. I was trying to be the wife that Randy deserved. I scooped Keith into my arms, thinking that after everything Randy has given to me over the past year, I owed it to Randy. I sat down on the couch, grabbing a pillow and set Keith up for his breakfast. I slung a blanket over my chest and shoulder, to stop the feeling of vulnerability away. I crossed my legs underneath me, and gazed upon the spotless living room. I never was this meticulous about how I lived. Now that I was married, it just wasn't about how I lived. My life included Randy and Keith now. And I wanted nothing but the best for my boys. The soft shuffling of feet met my ear, and I looked over to see Randy emerging from the hallway.

"Morning," he mumbled sleepily, coming over to sit next to me on the couch. I leaned into his shoulder, and watched as he played with Keith's small toes. He kicked furiously against the touch, because it was distracting him from his meal.

"You better quit before you make him angry. You know how you feel when someone interrupts your meal time," I joked and playfully shoved against him. He chuckled softly, knowing what I had said was true. Randy stood up from the couch and made his way over to the kitchen. I watched him as he opened the refrigerator. "What are you doing?"

"What'll it be?" he said, showing me a carton of eggs and a package of bacon. I gasped when Keith shoved against me with his hand, informing me that he was through. I readjusted my shirt and propped Keith up on my shoulder. I looked back up to Randy. "Omelets or regular bacon and eggs?"

I shook my head and stood up from the couch. I placed Keith into his bouncer seat, and walked over to Randy, taking the breakfast food from his hands. I didn't want him to have to cook. "I'll make the bacon and eggs and toast some bread. You just go sit down. Watch television or something."

Randy didn't move, even after I began to bring out pans to scramble the eggs on. I noticed him leaning up against the counter. I skillfully didn't look his way, because I didn't want to see the look in his blue eyes. I wasn't prepared for him to speak, "How long are you going to feel guilty about the other day? Because this, lying around the house, not doing anything to help, is starting to make me feel like a prick."

I dropped the pan on the stove, taken aback by his words. I turned around to face him, only to see him staring at me with that penetrating gaze of his. I lowered my head, having been caught. I stared at the tile of the floor. "I didn't mean to make you feel that way. I was just trying to good at this. Like my mother. Like yours."

Randy sighed and closed the space between us quickly, wrapping his long arms around my shoulders, pulling me tight to his body. His steady heartbeat resounded in my ear. "Lora, I didn't marry you because I was hoping you would be like your mother. And I certainly didn't marry you for you to remind me of my own mother. I married you because you are my life."

"I just don't want to disappoint you," I mumbled into his chest. I knew I was being ridiculous, but there's always that part of me, going strong, that has the doubt that my whole life right was now was too good to be true. Randy squeezed his grip tighter.

"I hate that that thought has even crossed your mind. Don't you get it? That you could yell at me in front of anyone, my parents, my friends, hell, even Vince, and it wouldn't make any difference. I probably deserved it. You can take out all of your pain and frustrations out on me, and I don't care. I know I'm not that easy to get along with. What I'm saying is, you could do whatever you wanted to me, but the only thing that matters is at the end of the day, you are still mine and are laying with me in our bed."

"It sounds good coming from you," I said, playing smacking his shoulder, smirking up at him. "You're perfect."

Randy answered my smirk with one of his own. I fought the urge of fall into him as my knees went shaky just by staring at him. His lips pulled back, revealing his sharp white teeth. His eyes sparkled with amusement. "And you better not forget it."

I rolled my eyes, my attention slightly diverted when Keith began to fret for attention in his bouncer. He saw his Mommy and Daddy in the kitchen and he wasn't in the spotlight. I pushed back off Randy and pulled a bowl from the cabinet. I turned my head slightly over my shoulder as I began to crack open eggs and drop them in. "I'll tell you what. If you want to do something, you can go have a shower with Keith again. We're going to be in the arena all day, preparing for tomorrow night."

"Yeah, sounds good," Randy said, turning away from me to walk over to pick Keith up out of his seat. As he made his way towards the hallway, he paused. "Wait, 'again'?"

I kept my back turned, biting my lip. I knew I was caught, and there was no way out of it. But, as a last resort, I decided to play dumb. Without turning to acknowledge him, I kept my eyes on the bowl of eggs I was stirring together. "What?"

The curiosity got to me, and I cocked my head over my shoulder to look at Randy. He held Keith with one arm, the baby's legs straddling his side. His other arm had hold of Keith's leg for extra protection. But the smirk on his face; that particular smirk took me back to over a year ago. It was a superbly smug one, that dripped of confidence. The kind that I wanted to slap off his face. Slowly, Randy began to shake his head, laughter bubbling from his chest. He turned back towards the hallway, but I heard him speak to the baby. "Looks like Mommy has been peeking in on Daddy in the shower. One day, son, you'll know what it's like to have to swat them away like flies."

"Randy!" I screamed after him, not believing he had just spoken to our son like that. I heard his deep chuckle before he closed the bathroom door. I forced myself to remain in the kitchen, because there was no way I was going to boost his ego by going back there.

oo

"And you're sure that you don't want to know what happens with me tomorrow night?" John asked. I shook my head vigorously, plugging my ears with two of my fingers. I think I was only one that was employed by the WWE that didn't know if John would be free or fired. And I didn't want to. A plot line that huge was something that I wanted to keep a surprise. For weeks, I would beg Randy to tell me, but when he was about to, I'd stop him. Like I was dying to know what I was getting for Christmas. Except this time, the outcome of either wasn't something I wanted to see. Either Randy would lose the title, or John would be gone. I knew he wouldn't really be fired, more like a break for a while, but it didn't make it any less looming if it happened.

"Don't even try man," Randy said, grabbing both of my wrists, pulling my hands away from my head. "She's gone this long without knowing, we don't want to spoil it now."

I leaned over and kissed Randy's cheek in appreciation. He knew how to look out for me, I smiled. I looked over to John, who was sitting next to me on the couch in Randy's locker room that he would use tomorrow. I turned on the couch, setting my barefeet close to John, and leaning back into Randy's chest. From the angle, I could watch as John played with Keith. It wasn't much, just shaking something shiny in front of him, but it was enough to make Keith giggle, and that was good enough for John. I stifled a yawn with my hand, thinking about how tired I was. It wasn't as if work today was hard. Just long. Setting up for the pay-per-view tomorrow night, going out of my way to not find out the ending, and loading everyone's music. I let my eyes flutter close for a moment, getting a peaceful break.

I heard the door squeak open, but I didn't bother to open my eyes. It wasn't until I felt Randy tense beneath me, and the soft cough of a woman's voice that I recognized, did I open my eyes. There, standing in front of the couch, was Casie. She looked tired, with her hair pulled back out of her face, and lounging clothes on. She smiled a John momentarily before looking down at me. I sat up slowly, never breaking her stare. Even though I couldn't detect anything hostile coming from her, that didn't stop my animosity towards her. Casie finally broke the trance, but flicking her eyes towards Randy quickly before landing back on me. Her hands clasped together in front of her, as she got ready to speak. "Can I speak to you? Alone?"

I didn't move. I hadn't planned on moving. Yes, I could see the pleading in her eye, but that still didn't take away her words about my family. But before I knew it, a hand was on my back, pushing me off the couch. Before I fell, I used my legs to stand and turn around. Randy had an innocent look on his face, but I could see right through him. I huffed and stormed from the room, waiting out in the hall. Casie was quickly on my heels, and stood in front of me. There was an awkward moment passing around us, as we both shifted our weight from foot to foot, waiting for someone to speak. Finally, Casie sighed and looked me in the eye.

"I don't know what to say to make this better. I know you're mad at me, and you have every right to be. If I were in your shoes, I would be. I had no right to say those things. I love Randy and I love little Keith. You're my best friend, Lora, and I don't want to lose you," Casie began, her voice strained as though she was trying to reign in her emotions. My heart softened, hearing her words. I could hear the sincerity in her voice.

And at that moment, all was forgiven. I couldn't stay mad at someone, especially when they apologized so whole-heartedly. I threw my arms around her neck and held her tight. Casie tensed at first, before realizing what I was doing, and wrapped her arms around me to return the gesture. I smiled into her hair. "Let's never fight again, I've missed you."

"I've missed you too," Casie said, pulling away. She still looked timid, her head down, and twirling her hair in her hands. I put a hand on her shoulder, letting her know that I was there. She tucked some hair behind her ear and looked back at me. "I need to explain why I reacted the way I did. Try to see it from my shoes. I had just lost a baby, that I didn't even know I had. And my chances for having any children of my own are almost nothing. Along with the feelings I had that John wouldn't want me any more if I couldn't give him children. John's been great through all of my problems, but I can't help but think that something will happen, and enough will be enough. That John wouldn't be able to handle me any more.

"So, can you just imagine how I felt, childless, infertile, and afraid of being abandoned, living on your bus. When there was you, always lighting up whenever Randy came into the room. Watching as Randy acted as the perfect husband and father. Seeing Keith's smiling face, which was a constant reminder of the children that will never be mine. By no fault of your own, it was a living hell for me. Not that I'm not happy for you. You deserve to be happy. And Randy makes you happy, and Keith completes your little family. But at that time, your family represented everything I felt that I would never have."

I gaped at Casie. I knew she was having trouble excepting her condition, but never would I have imagined that she had these many doubts and insecurities. To doubt even John's resolution. I shook my head, and pulled her back into my arms. I felt Casie give out a sigh of relief, as if speaking the truth was a load of her mind. "I'm sorry that I ever made you feel like that, Casie. You should've told me sooner. I could have kicked Randy off the bus, and make him bunk with John. And I know that my mother would have loved to watched over Keith for a few days."

"Lora," Casie laughed softly, "stop apologizing. I said that you did nothing wrong. Nothing could have been prevented. If it wasn't your family, it would have been another."

I pulled away from her, feeling like I needed to reassure Casie of something that has been plaguing her. "John loves you, Casie. So very much. There's nothing in this world that he wouldn't go through just to have you."

Casie nodded softly, knowing I was speaking the truth. I laughed, grabbed her hand and headed back into the locker room. Needless to say, both men were happy to see me and Casie smiling and getting along again. And for the first time in over a month, everything felt like it was getting back to normal.

oo

The pay-per-view got underway, without my assistance. I choose tonight, to delegate my duties over to David. There shouldn't be anything he could screw up, after I prepared everything yesterday. He just has to follow the script. I stood in the waiting area, watching the Diva's match go on. When this match was over, I would be joining Justin, the ring announcer, ring side to finish out the event. Right now, Natalya from the Heart Dynasty was getting on it, taking on both members of LayCool. Two women who I could not stand. What Mark Calloway saw in Michelle McCool was beyond me. I was fighting the urge to clap and cheer along with Nattie put Michelle into the sharp shooter, causing her to tap out. Being so into the match, I didn't hear anyone approach me from behind. "Enjoying yourself are we?"

I jumped out of my skin, spinning around to see a tall man, with nearly shoulder length curly blond hair. After I got over my initial shock, I screamed and ran at him. He laughed as I threw myself into his arms. He wrapped his arms around me, hugging me tight to his body. He sat me down and stared up at him with a smile. "Adam!"

"Yes, it's me. And from that reaction, I can safely bet that you missed me?" I rolled my eyes at his ability to state the obvious. I slapped his arm playfully.

"Of course I missed you! How have you been? I haven't seen you in so long!" And I hadn't. It had been weeks since I had hung out with Adam. And with both of us being so busy, we barely had time for each other. Adam and I stood there talking for a few moments, before the curtain swayed and Glen Jacobs, or to the WWE fans "Kane", entered the area. He usually was a nice person, but not today. He didn't say hey, or anything, just stared me down. I felt adventurous, and elbowed Adam to get his attention. I looked back over at him. "Who pissed in your cornflakes, Glen?"

Adam covered his mouth in laughter, and I was hoping the big man would get a kick out of it too, but to my dismay, he found nothing funny, and stepped closer to me. I knew that he wouldn't do anything; it was against policy. But right now, it looked as if he would kick "policy" to the curb to take his frustrations out on someone. And I wasn't about to let that "someone" be me. I turned back to Adam, quickly hugging him, before walking to the employee entrance of the arena. "On that note, I shall be going."

I slipped out with a pyro-technician and headed towards the free seat next to Justin. I smiled at him and took my seat just in time for him to leave and enter the ring to announce the next match. It was Edge versus Kane. I felt a little bad for Adam, because I had angered Glen more than he had been before he came to the area. It watched in ernest as the match went on. But I booed with the rest of the crowd when the match ended in a "tie", and Kane kept the title. Justin looked over at me, laughing softly. And I guess he decided against commenting on my behavior.

"How's Keith doing? Where is he?" Justin asked, reminding me of the caring person that he was. I smiled over at him, as trainers helped Glen off the ground after Adam had wheeled him into the barricade after the match.

"He's perfect. I couldn't have asked for a better child," I said, glowing with pride over my son. "I don't know where he gets it. I was a mean child to my siblings, and there's no wondering about Randy," I joked, and Justin laughed. "I guess two evil kids make one nice one. He's with Randy at the moment, until it's time for his match, then Casie will be watching after him."

Justin looked surprised for a moment, before thinking about it. "So, does that mean you two have made up?"

I guess nothing was a secret in this business. I nodded towards Justin, but before he could say anything else, he had to go announce the last match of the night. Randy versus Wade with John refereeing. I sighed and sat back in my seat as John came out to his own music, in his referee shirt. He slide baseball-style into the ring, and did his usual to pep up the audience. He caught my eye and smiled. I couldn't tell what the look he had in his eye, but I didn't try to decipher it. I looked anywhere but the ring as Wade Barrett entered the arena. But when I heard Randy's music, I transformed into a teenager, just a normal person enjoying the event. I cheered and clapped as he made his way to the ring, the title belt gleaming from his shoulder. And when he stood from the second turnbuckle to show off for the crowd, he spotted me. I decided to mess with him, as I crossed my legs, pulling my skirt up, showing more of my leg. I saw one eyebrow cock above his eye, and I couldn't hold in my laughter.

The match was intense. Randy would gain the upper hand, but then so would Wade. Seeing as I didn't know the outcome, I found it very nerve-wracking, as did the rest of the unenlightened fans. I gasped when Barrett pushed John, not pleased with the two-count he just gotten over Randy. But I cheered with everyone else when John snapped and pushed Barrett away from him. But he pushed him into the waiting arms of Randy, as he delivered a swift RKO. I knew what was going to happen before it did. I covered my mouth in shock as John slapped the mat twice. He hesitated before counting the third tap, naming Randy Orton the winner of the match. John Cena was fired.

Everyone in the arena was stunned. Randy acted like his was, showing his acting skills. They shared a man hug, before Randy left back up the ramp, leaving John in the middle of the ring. And even though he was my best friend, even though I knew he was going to come back sometime, my heartstrings were tugged. I felt the moisture well in my eyes as I watched a heartbroken John say good-bye to the arena. The whole WWE Universe was at a stand still.

Well, what did you think? Sad for John right? I know he'll come back eventually, but it's going to be weird and sad not seeing him every Monday night. –sigh- Oh, but Casie and Lora patched things up! YAY!

Oh, and on a brighter note, I have the title for the next book already planned! Wanna know?... "Are We There Yet?" Yup, there you have it folks, and let me just tell you, that I've already begun planning my work for it, and I am sooo excited! It's going to be GREAT! So, don't go anywhere!

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