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Epilogue

Two Years Later

June, 2013

"Mommy, where Daddy?" Keith called out from the backseat. I smiled and shook my head. He'd been asking the same question since my mother had dropped us off at the airport. It had been her birthday, and Keith and I had flown out to visit her. Randy hadn't been able to get away long enough, so it was just the two of us.

But, unbeknown to Randy, we had returned back on tour one day early. He didn't know we were back into town; he was probably getting ready for tonight's Raw. I smiled, thinking about his reaction when he saw that we were back. I looked into the rear-view mirror, seeing my two year, nearly two and a half, old son strapped into his carseat. His red hair just wouldn't stop growing, and was so thick now. Every three months, he needed a trim. Right now, his hair had been brushed straight forward, and his bangs reached the middle of his forehead. His bright blue eyes watched as cars drove on the outside. My little baby had gotten so big. But, now, he was hardly stoppable. Now that he could walk and talk, he was constantly on the go.

"Daddy's at work. That's where we are going right now, baby," I told him, moving my eyes back to the road. I heard his little huff of annoyance that Randy wasn't with us. I held back my laughter, because I knew it drove him crazy to laugh at him when he was being serious. But sometimes it's just too hard. He had this mad-face, where his eyebrows scrunched together, and he squinted his eyes, along with pursed his lips together. It was cutest thing I had ever seen; Randy called it his "Viper face".

"I no baby!" he called out to me. That was another thing he hated. To be called a baby. I looked back at him, and there it was; his "Viper face". I did my best not to laugh. "I a bi' boy!"

"Oh that's right, I'm sorry," I said, as we pulled into the reserved parking lot of the arena. I flashed my ID card at the security, and he let me pass. I spotted our bus, and pulled into a spot as close to it as I could. I knew that he wouldn't be in there. It was two hours until Raw, he was hanging out in his locker room with John more than likely. I left the car, and I was in the process of getting Keith out when my phone rang. I scrambled to reach into the front seat, grabbing it up. "Hello?"

"Hey, are you here yet?" Casie asked. I smiled at my friend's voice. She was the only one that knew I was returning today. I grabbed Keith's bag from the car, and took his hand. I locked the door to the car and began to make my way, with my son, towards the back entrance of the arena.

"Yeah, we're walking in now," I told her. She didn't remain on the phone long, telling me that she would meet me at the entrance. How she made it there before I did, was beyond me. But there she was. Keith spotted her, and tugged his hand free of mine. And before I could stop him, he tore off towards her.

"Casie!" he screamed, though he was still trying to figure exactly how to pronounce his "S"s and her name sounded more like "Cathy". Her face lit up, and caught him in his short-legged sprint, spinning him around in her arms. He giggled loudly, trying to push her face away from his when she tried to kiss him. "Ew! 'Top it!"

"Oh, my! I missed you so much K.O.!" That seemed to be the general nickname for Keith by everyone in the business. I'm just glad they didn't incorporate his two middle names. That would be a long nickname. Casie put him back down on the floor. She turned to me, hugged me tight. "You look great by the way! That week off must have done you a lot of good."

"Thank you. It felt good to just relax, but you know me. I'm not myself without this place. You aren't in your ring attire?" I looked her up at down, and noticed something. I asked her, grabbing Keith's hand as we made our way through the arena. Casie's head fell and I knew something was different. Casie was one of the main Diva's right now, for her not to have a match was unusual. I raised my eyebrow at her, urging her to tell me what was wrong now.

"Well, there is something I need to tell you before we go into the locker room," Casie said, and I felt my heart drop. Two years had passed and nothing dangerous had happened to her. But it was just like it used to be, and I was worried for my best friend.

oo

After Casie and I had our talk, we finally gave into Keith's demands to see his father. But it took at least thirty minutes to reach Randy's locker room. Every superstar or stagehand kept stopping us to talk. Keith told every single person that spoke to him that, "My Daddy's here. I gonna' see him." And everyone laughed and left us alone to make our way to Randy. Casie poked her head in the door, and noticed that it was empty, and she let us in. I guessed that Randy was in the bathroom, because the door was closed. It was never closed unless he was in there. Casie slipped out as quietly as she could. I whispered to Keith that we were going to play a game with Daddy, and we hid behind the couch.

I heard the door open, and I peeped out from around the couch. Randy was already in his wrestler's trunks. That man just got better with age, I thought. Here's the thing, playing hide-and-seek with a two year old. They don't understand that sound travels. They just think that if they can't been seen, then no one knows they're there. Especially with a two year old that hasn't seen his Daddy in a week. Keith crawled around the couch, and as soon as he saw Randy, he jumped to his feet.

"DADDY!" Keith screamed, causing Randy to jump back and stare wildly around. It was rather amusing. Keith ran as fast as his little legs allowed him. I stayed hidden, watching the scene before me. Randy laid eyes on Keith and a bright smile broke his face. He knelt on one knee, with his arms stretched out. Keith hit his chest hard, knocking them both over. Randy laid there on his back, clutching to his son tightly. Keith placed a small hand on either side of Randy's face, forcing him to look him in the eye. "Daddy, I missed you."

Again, his words didn't sound completely right, and "missed" sounded more like "mithed". But, still, the message was gotten across. The smile hurt my cheeks, it was so big. The look on Randy's face spoke volumes. You could tell that with just those three words, Randy melted into a puddle in the floor. His blue eyes sparkled with love as he stared at his son. "You have no idea how much I missed you. Did you have fun at Grammy's?"

Keith nodded his head fervently. "Mammy had cake! It was white wit' pink sweet stuff. I don't 'ike pink, but it was 'till good. I put it on Odie's nose!" Keith told Randy between his giggles. My mother just couldn't get over the fact that Keith called her "Mammy". I knew that he would get to the point where he could say "Grammy", but it was so cute to hear him say it. Odera and Keith got on without a hitch. I thought, when Keith was born, that Odie would be a little jealous that she wasn't the complete center of attention anymore, but it was complete opposite. Randy just laid there, with Keith sitting on his stomach, listening to Keith rattle on about his time at my mother's. Until he realized something. Randy put his hand over Keith's mouth, stopped the stem of words that were falling from it. Randy sat up, causing Keith to slide down into his lap. "Where's Mommy?"

I saw Keith's hand shoot to the couch and pulled my head back. I caught my balance, and waited. I heard Randy stand up, and the scuffs his boots made on the carpet. When I thought it was time, I stood up as fast as I could, and called out, "Surprise!"

Keith jumped behind Randy's legs when I appeared, and burst out into giggles, thinking I was trying to scare him. I smirked down at him, before turning my gaze back to Randy. He was staring at me, with a raised eyebrow. I walked around the couch and straight up to him. His fingers trailed the length of my jaw, and my eyes fluttered closed. "I thought you weren't coming in until tomorrow. Why didn't you tell me?"

I opened my eyes, raising my arms to rest them around his neck. I propped my head on his chest, sighing in comfort. I had missed him in the week I was gone. It wasn't fun falling asleep alone and waking up the same way. "Did you not hear me? It's a surprise. Besides, if I had to hear, 'Where's Daddy?' one more time, I would've pulled my hair out."

Randy laughed and wrapped his arms around me, and pulled me to him as best he could. My stomach growled so loud that it nearly echoed around the room. Randy pulled away from me, to look me in the eye. "You didn't eat before your plane, did you?"

I looked away sheepishly, knowing he had caught me. I just didn't have enough time. What with trying to get Keith's stuff ready, cleaning up our mess at my mother's and then trying to wrangle Keith into the clothes he was wearing, I just forgot. I glanced back up to Randy, pouting my bottom lip. "You wouldn't happen to have any peanut butter, would you?"

Randy rolled his eyes, and shook his head, "No, but catering might. Let's go see what they have." I headed to the door with my boys behind me. Randy couldn't get away with just holding Keith's hand, he had to carry him. The boy really had missed his father. And I didn't hear Randy complaining about having to tote him. I looked over at them as we walking, and Keith was still talking Randy's ear off about anything that popped in his little head. Randy had Keith propped on his back, with both of his arms tucked behind me, holding Keith in place. Keith's little arms were clamped so tight around Randy's throat it wouldn't surprise me if he couldn't breath right. I reached behind him, pulling Keith's shirt back down.

Finally, we made it to catering. Randy pointed a table out to me, and I took it, and awaited Randy's returned. I watched as he walked through the line, piling things on a tray. I looked around the room, and several eyes were on Randy and Keith. People were finally accustomed to seeing Randy with Keith, seeing him be a father. But it was still a sight to see. Because you could tell, just how much one loved the other. Randy sat Keith down next to me, and took the other side next to him. The tray was full of fruit and dry vegetables. Things that I liked. But there was also a small bag of chips, some chocolate squares and a sugared orange drink. And I knew that Keith must have gotten his way in the line. But I forgot all of that, when I saw a jar of peanut butter on the tray. I grabbed it and unscrewed the lid. I dipped my finger into the jar scooping a big hunk into my mouth. Keith giggled at me, and Randy made a disgusted face. "They knew you would be back this week and got several jars."

I nodded in approval, and reached for a pickle. Before I could respond to Randy, I heard a loud yell from the doorway. "Where's Quad?"

Keith's head turned and his eyes lit up. And within a moment, he was up from his seat, rushing towards the voice. I looked behind me and saw John had entered the room, with Casie shortly behind him. John scooped Keith up in his arms, throwing him up in the air before catching him and holding tightly. Keith squealed in happiness. "Unca' John!"

"I didn't know you would be back here today," John said, speaking to me as they joined our table. I caught Casie's eye, and by the look on her face, she hadn't told John yet. I sighed, and turned back to John. But his voice trailed off when he saw what I was eating. His nose scrunched up and threw a disgusted look towards Randy. Randy only shrugged his shoulder, knowing he just had to put up with it. "Lora, that looks disgusting."

"Yes, well," I said, swallowing the mouth full I had, "come back to me when you're four months pregnant, and then tell me what's disgusting or not." At the mention of my pregnancy, Randy turned glowing eyes towards me. He stared into my eyes for a moment, before looking at the clearly visible baby bump that showed underneath my brown, square-necked, spaghetti strapped, knee length summer dress. I was a little excited to be pregnant during the summer, because I had done the whole winter pregnancy, and gotten to wear all of the cute sweaters and stuff. Now, I got to experiment with tank tops, loose dresses and shorts. Randy reached around Keith with his long arms, and rested his hand on my lower back.

"So, what do you think you're having," Casie asked, after throwing John an evil look. "A boy or a girl?"

Keith, never one to be left out of the conversation, spoke up. "Daddy told me that my baby sister is in Mommy's tummy," and placed a small hand on my stomach. The group laughed lightly as his cute comment. It was true, that's what Randy had said from the beginning, ever since I told him I was pregnant.

"How do you know, Randy?" John asked, staring at his best friend. Randy just shrugged. I leaned across the table, and stage-whispered to John.

"Between you and me, I think Randy just wants an excuse to paint his nails. If we have a girl, he wouldn't be able to tell her no," our friends burst out into laughter. Randy gave me a look that told me I would pay for that later. And I was totally looking forward to it. "No, for real, I said it before, that I would never doubt him when it came to the gender of our baby. He knew Keith was going to be a boy, and argued with anyone that disagreed. I won't argue this time."

Randy puffed his chest out proudly and smugly. I rolled my eyes at his actions. But, secretly, I was excited. I just knew that we were going to have a girl. I hated to bring even more estrogen into Randy's side of the family. It was only Randy, Bob, Nathan and Becky's husband, Ryan. But the females were Elaine, Becky and her two girls Lainey and Suzie, and myself. Added with Nathan's girlfriend, Jenny, and the future Orton girl, the females out weighed the men. A seven to four ratio. But Becky was working on evening out the ratio a bit, because she was ready to pop with a boy of her own. How she was going to manage a six year old, a four year old and a newborn was beyond me. I was worried about just having two kids. I didn't want to think about three.

"Hey, Quad Man, why don't you ask you're Mommy if she'll take you ringside tonight. Nothing too extreme is planned."

"John, why do you call him 'Quad' when you know I hate that," I asked, crossing my arms in his direction. Other than K.O., Keith had another nickname. "Quad" was John's favorite thing to call him. And it stood for fourth. Because Randy and John were hell bent on making Keith a fourth generation superstar. "He doesn't have to be a 'quad' if he doesn't want to."

Before John could reply, Keith answered for himself. I looked down at him, seeing he had his patented "Viper-face" in place. Each word was spoken in a low voice and separated. "I am a quad, Mommy."

Randy tried not to laugh, as he pulled Keith's back into his chest. "I don't think that's a very nice way to talk to Mommy. Especially when she is the one that would take you ringside."

Keith's little plump lips pouted and he shuck Randy's arms away and walked across the bench to curl up into my side. I looked over at Randy, who was smiling at me. Keith tucked his head into my neck and wrapped his little arms as far as he could around my waist. A hand was resting on my bump again. His little voice spoke soft and I knew he was trying to get his way. "I can go watch Unca' John and Daddy, Mommy? I be good."

How could I say no to him? Especially when I let him stay away awake to watch Monday night Raw. I shook my head in amusement and wrapped my arm around his back. "I guess that we could."

Keith got excited and began to jump up and down. He lost his balance a little and fell into me. I wasn't ready for the impact, and had to catch myself on the bench before I fell over backwards. Randy snatched Keith away from me and tried to calm his excitement. "You have to be more easy with Mommy, little man. We don't want her or the baby to get hurt."

Keith fell to his knees on the bench and put his head on my stomach. "I sorry baby."

oo

I leaned on the wall outside of the playroom that held several WWE superstar's children. I watched through the window, as Keith played with his friend, Mike. Mike was just a few months older than him, and they were thick as thieves. Mike was also the son of Stephanie and Paul. He looked just like this mother, except for the nose. He had his father's nose. But he was sweetest kid, and him and Keith were best friends. I let my hand fall to the bump in my stomach. I would never get used to the feeling of my child in my stomach. Even though this was my second child, it still made me feel just as stunned and awed as before. I knew what to expect with this one, and Randy and I were much better prepared. But, being pregnant is like walking around blindly. You never knew what was going to happen.

I was caught up in my thoughts, and didn't notice someone approaching me. "Hello, Mrs. Orton," a deep voice said, and I turned to see Paul himself standing there. It had been so long since I had seen him. At least a month. I smiled at him and let him pull me into a hug. He stood back enough to give me a one over. "Pregnancy suits you, I must say."

I laughed and slapped his shoulder, "You better not let Randy hear you say that. He could very well get jealous." He held the spot where I had hit him in mock-offense, before he began to laugh himself.

"I'm serious though. And I wouldn't put it past Randy to agree with me. Must be why he knocked you up again. He just likes to see you pregnant."

"I wouldn't doubt it," I said, feeling my cheeks heat up with the memory of earlier, when Casie and John had taken Keith around the arena. It had been just Randy and I in his locker room. We didn't do anything less that what's expected of a married couple with a two year old that was out of their hands. But, I decided to turn the tables on Paul, "One could say the same thing about you. If I'm not mistaken, Stephanie has been pregnant three times. I think you might have a fetish."

Paul's laughter crippled him over, doubling him up. I smiled at him, and then looked back over to the kids in the window. It was amusing to look at a child, and try to guess the parent. I found that I was pretty good at it, and Paul joined me in my game. Paul Wight had a girl in there, Dusty Runnels, or Goldust, had a daughter in there. The show was three hour special, with both Raw and Smackdown wrestlers, and that was proof by Rey Mysterio's two kids. Mark Calloway's, or the Undertaker, youngest girl Gracie was in there. She looked about nine or so.

"Did you hear about Adam and Melina?" I asked him, once we had named all of the children's parents. He smiled at my words, having heard the news.

"Yeah, and I'm happy for them. That wedding was a long time coming." I nodded my head in agreement. Adam was the last of our extended group to get married. Or in his case, remarried. I never thought that he would actually do it, and make an honest woman of Melina. She had begged him for months, but he kept turning her down. But not too long after Melina stopped asking, he proposed. I still have earaches thinking about how loud she had screamed. I didn't get to see them much, because Melina requested to be traded to Smackdown, so that she could be with her new husband.

I took Keith out of the room, saying good-bye to Paul, and we made our way ringside. Keith wouldn't stop talking about how he wanted to see his Daddy working. I smiled as we took our seats next to Justin. Keith didn't know Justin very well, but he would talk to anyone at the moment. I got several stares from some of the fans. I knew they could tell who's son Keith was. And there were even some people that wanted a picture of him. I had no problem with it, and Keith always hammed it up in front of a camera anyway. The show got underway, with a segment that I just wasn't interested in, and I sighed as my mind wandered towards Edoin and Matt. A week before I left for my mother's, they had gone on a two month vacation. They wouldn't be back for another month and a half. I missed them, hanging out with them.

I could tell that Keith was getting tired. I knew it the moment he did as I told him and sit on my lap. He got a little bit of a second wind as Randy entered the arena. The two year old even knew when Randy's music was playing. To me, I would have thought his little screams to Randy were unheard by the roar of the crowd. But somehow, Randy seemed to have heard him, and smirked his way. That just put Keith over the moon. After Randy's match, I noticed that Keith hadn't moved in quite some time. I looked down at him, and saw that he was fast asleep. The show came to an end and I hoisted Keith up in my arms, his head resting on my shoulder. He wasn't that heavy, but right now, I was carrying both of my children. When I saw Randy waiting for me backstage, I gladly passed Keith off to him. And he never complained.

We climbed onto the bus, and I gave a sigh of relief. I was glad to be back to a place that I called home. Randy carefully got Keith ready for bed, and pulled the guard rail up on the bottom bed bunk. John and Casie waited for us in the living room. I changed into something much more comfortable, which included a shirt of Randy's and a pair of his basketball shorts. As I passed the hallway, I looked down at Keith. He looked so cute in his blue footed pajamas with sail boats on them. I bent down, giving him a little kiss on the forehead, before heading to the living room. I sat down next to Randy on the couch when I done. "I never get tired of seeing you in my clothes."

I tried to fight my blush. It was incredible how he still made me feel, even after being with him for three years. He still made it feel like we were just dating and the romance was still fresh. I looked over and saw Casie twiddling her fingers. I wish she would just tell John. He would understand, I just knew it. And as soon as the thought crossed my mind, I heard Casie clear her throat. "John, there's something I need to tell you."

John's face fell, and my heart raced. He looked devastated, and he hadn't even heard what it was yet. I felt Randy tense next to me. Randy cared deeply for Casie's health as well. John took a deep breath, "Okay. I'm listening."

"I don't want you to panic, or worry, okay?" Casie asked, delaying the inevitable. I leaned forward in my spot slightly. Casie dropped her head and didn't speak for what felt like an eternity. But when she lifted her head, she was smiling. "I'm pregnant."

Silence filled the room. John looked flabbergasted at the news. He didn't know what to do. Randy, I saw, was smiling happily, and wrapped his around me tightly. John hadn't moved, and he just stared at Casie. "W-what?"

Casie nodded happily. "I am. Two months, give or take a few days. I went the doctor this morning, and he did everything he could to check me out. And everything seems healthy. It's growing in the right place and everything. The doctor couldn't believe it, but he said it's been known to happen. Women who defy the odds and still have a healthy baby."

John listened to Casie, and I slowly noticed the truth sinking in. He moved from the couch, to his knees at Casie's feet. She sat up in her chair. John pulled her tight in his arms, resting his head against her stomach. Against their baby. I tried to swallow the lump of emotion in my throat.

"We're going to have babies together!" I squealed and clapped my hands. I already felt sorry for Randy and John.

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