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Chapter 34- Nine Months
I've found out, in the last twenty-four hours, that staring at your phone will not make it ring. And oh how I wished it did. I looked around my shared hotel room, trying to concentrate on anything but the silence of that wretched piece of plastic. I sat alone on the bed, legs crossed Indian style, flipping through the TV channels. Randy had left me to visit John's room. When Randy's name passed my mind, I automatically looked down at my left hand. Where the diamond ring sat on my third finger; my engagement ring. The vision of Randy kneeling before me, inside an area that meant so much to the both of us, the WWE ring, asking me to marry him, still consumed my being. It had been a moment between the two of us that I would never forget. If someone had told me at the beginning of my job with the WWE, that I would agree to marry Randy Orton, I would have laughed in his or her face. I definitely couldn't have foretold this path for us.
Or that I would be pregnant with his child. I shook my head, ridding my thoughts from going in that direction. Waiting on this phone call was more torture than watching paint dry. The door opened slowly, as Randy let himself back into the room. My heart thumped at the sight of him. An unbelievably devious smirk pulled at his lips when his eyes landed on me. I couldn't help but smile back at him as he lowered his body on the bed, stretching out next to me.
"So, what did John say?" I asked, laying back down, so that we were on the same level. Randy laughed softly.
"Who says that I went to see John?" Randy countered. I raised an eyebrow at him, and he laughed again. "Okay, well maybe I did go see John."
"And?" Casie and John were the only people we were going to tell about the engagement yet. I wanted to let Matt and Edoin's previous engagement run its course for a while, so they got all the attention that they deserved.
"He said to tell you that he'll kick my ass if I hurt you," Randy said, running his fingers lightly down my arm. I felt the goosebumps break out across my skin; I guess I'll never get used to Randy's touch. I giggled softly at the idea of Randy's best friend threatening him because of me. "Remind me again why he's the only one I can tell?"
I rolled my eyes; he was persistent. "Because, I don't want to steal the attention away from Edoin and Matt."
Randy huffed and rolled on his back. "I want people to know. I want them to know that you are mine, and are off limits. I want people to see that you love me, and that I'm not stupid enough to take it for granted."
Randy's needy and possessive words touched me in a way I didn't think they could. I would have never wanted someone to think that I soley belonged to him. But it was different with Randy; I really did belong to him, with everything in my body. And I knew that Randy felt the same, because he told me that I was the only one to ever make him feel out of control. I scooted across the mattress, and snuggled into Randy's side, holding my head up to look at his face.
"I know what you mean. Matt gets out-shined too much on the show, and that isn't your fault; but this is something that he should take in. But, for now, I know that I'm yours, and that no one else can ever have me. I know that I love you, and that you love me. And that's all that matters right now," I laid my hand out over his heart, keeping his stare. His arms wrapped around my waist, holding me tight to his body. I craned my neck, reaching for his lips with my own. But before I got to my destination, a shrill ring broke the moment. It was my phone. My heart suddenly picked up the pace, and I stretched across Randy's body to snatch up the ringing phone.
"Hello?" I answered, coming back to rest on the bed, sitting up. Randy eyed me for a moment before slipping out of the bed, and went into the bathroom. I pressed the phone closer to my ear.
"Miss Pierce? This is the nurse from Dr. Addams office, and we have your test results," the woman said over the phone. My hand shook slightly as I blindly nodded along with her words; knowing that she couldn't see me. "Would like to come back into the office, or get them over the phone?"
"I don't have the free time to get away," I said, not realizing I was whispering. Randy was in the other room, after all. "So, I would prefer them over the phone. Also, I need a copy of them faxed to me at my work, for my boss' records." And I searched quickly for the fax number of the arena we were going to be in tonight, and read her off the numbers.
"Yes ma'am, we'll get that straightened out for you. And as for your blood testing, the results came back today. You are one hundred percent pregnant. And I can go further into telling you that you are around four weeks along," the nurse said.
The phone nearly slipped from my hands. Four weeks pregnant? That was the same as being a month along. I was suddenly very nauseous, my stomach churned dangerously. "Thank you for all your help."
I hung up the phone, and one hand clutched at my stomach. A month pregnant. That meant I only had eight more to go. I clamped my mouth shut, and ran for the bathroom. Randy had gotten into the habit of leaving the door unlocked since we started rooming together, for which I was thankful today. I fumbled with the door knob, and was finally admitted into the bathroom. I rushed for the toilet, and fell to my knees.
"Lora?" I heard Randy's shocked and worried voice, but I couldn't reply to him. I was too busy emptying my breakfast into the toilet bowl. My stomach clenched and pulled uncomfortably as another wave of sickness came on me. I groaned loudly, wishing this would stop. I clung to the back of the bowl with one hand, trying to anchor myself down. Hands were suddenly in my hair, pulling it away from my face. Randy had gotten out of the shower, and I felt him as he stood over me, holding my hair back with one hand, and rubbing soothing circles on my back with the other.
Finally, I felt the queasiness subside, and I propped myself up on the wall of the bathroom, pulling my knees up to my face. I laid my head down on my crossed arms, and listened to Randy's actions as he flushed the toilet and started to run the sick water. I felt a little embarrassed at getting sick in front of him; something that I have never had happened to me around him. Sweat beaded up on my forehead, and was running down my face. My stomach muscles kinked painfully after the effort they just exhumed. I moaned into my arms.
"Here baby," I looked up to see Randy standing front of me, water rolling down his skin, being absorbed by the towel around his waist. His arm was outstretched towards me, and in his hand was a wet washcloth. I looked at him in appreciation, and wiped my face clean. He walked closer to me, and stooped down, wrapping an arm under my bent knees, and around my back. I draped mine over his shoulders, catching on to what he was trying to do. Slowly, Randy lifted me off the floor, and carried me carefully back into the bedroom. He sat me down softly, as I continued to wipe my face with the wet rag. Randy sat next to me, resting his hand on my thigh. "Are you okay?"
I nodded slightly, not knowing if the nausea would come back. "I guess breakfast didn't suit me very well."
Randy smirked at me, "I could tell. I'm going to go finish my shower, but yell at me if you need me?"
I nodded and watched as he started back towards the bathroom. I swallowed the lump of emotion in my throat, and called out, "Randy, I'm…" pregnant. I'm pregnant with your baby. The thoughts ran through my head, as I watched Randy turn around to look at me. But fear gripped my body, and I backed out. "Thank you."
He smiled softly at me, and closed the bathroom door behind him. I groaned and fell back against the pillows. I had just blown a chance to tell him. I guess I would try again later. After all, I had no more excuses. The test results were in, and there was no doubt. Randy had to know.
oo
I grabbed up the papers that just slid out of the machine. They were still warm. My doctor's office notes. And it clearly stated that my pap smear was clean, and that I was, without a doubt, pregnant. There on the first page. I sighed, folding the papers, and slipped them in my purse. I walked out of the small office, and went to go find Stephanie. I turned a corner, and nearly walked into Casie. She smiled at me.
"Well, hello future Mrs. Orton. Let me see it," she laughed, and I held out my left hand for her to see. Casie grabbed my hand, turning it right and left, looking at my ring from every angle, and finally smiled at me. "I have to give it to Randy, he's got excellent taste." I laughed softly, and together we started to walk down the hall. "Have you told him yet?"
I shook my head. "No, and now I have nothing to hide behind. The doctor's called this morning, with the blood test confirming the other test," I told her, and looked around me, making sure no one could hear. I would hate for Randy to find out from someone else. "And to top it all off, I got sick today. And it wasn't even the morning, it was nearly the afternoon. Randy just thinks that our breakfast didn't settle well with me."
Casie made a face. "I'm sorry you got sick, but it'll get better; so I've been told," she smiled, trying to cheer me up. "But just don't stress yourself out. Everything will be okay. You and Randy have made it through a lot of stuff, been through so much to get where you are now. It wasn't all for nothing." We stopped walked outside an office door.
I stared at Casie, taking in her kind words. And I knew in my heart that she was right. From the alcohol-indused meeting, to now engaged, a lot has passed between us. It has tested our wills, and we are still standing, together. I hugged Casie tightly, before entering Stephanie's office. She was sitting in a leather chair, feverishly writing something down. I sat in the chair in front of the desk, and she looked up at me with a smile, her eyes shining brightly.
"Well, I guess congratulations are in order," Stephanie giggled lightly. I gaped at her; no one else was supposed to know but John and Casie. I didn't know what to say. She seemed to read that on my face and waved her hand at me. "Honey, I know everything around here. Especially if one of my top superstars proposes to Head of Music Sound Check, in the middle of the ring."
I blushed at her words. I hadn't prepared myself to start making 'thank you' speeches yet. But I smiled through my awkwardness, and answered any question that she had for me, including letting her look at my new ring. And even I caught myself staring at it throughout the day.
"So, I don't think that was the reason you came to my office was it?" Stephanie asked. I shook my head, and reached into my purse, pulling out my papers. I took a deep breath.
"The pap smear came back clean of any worries," I said, shuffling the papers between my hands. "And there's something else you should know." I handed the doctor's notes over to her, and watched her carefully, as she looked over the paper. I saw when her facial expression changed, and she looked up at me, an unusual look on her face.
"How far along are you?" She expected the news of my pregnancy without question, and got straight to the heavy-hitting questions. I sighed, and held my stomach with my hand.
"About a month," I said, and without warning, all my fears broke out of me, and I couldn't stop talking. "I haven't told Randy, and I have no clue on how to go about it. In my heart, I don't think anything horrible will come from telling him. But that doesn't stop me from worrying. I tried to tell him earlier, after I got sick, but I couldn't. I was afraid of what would happen."
Stephanie remained quiet while I was having my short breakdown. And when I had run out of words, she stood up and came to sit in the chair next to me. I noticed her hand was on her stomach again.
"Take this from someone who knows," she said, smiling softly, "your hormones are raging right now, and you probably are thinking clearly. This is my third time to go through this, and each time, I get crazy and emotional at the beginning. It will die down towards the eighth month, or it has for me. And I wouldn't worry about Randy either."
I looked at her in confusion, "Why not?" Stephanie laughed, and patted my arm softly.
"Because I see the same things in Randy, as I do Paul. It'll be hard for him to swallow at first, but don't let that scare you. Because he thinks,right now, everything is as it should be. But once the idea of his child being inside you gets into his head, you won't believe the change it makes," she explained, a look coming into her eye of another time and place. "I can't tell you how long it'll take Randy to grasp the 'father' concept. It took Paul several hours."
"You really think that he'll act that way?" I asked, hating the unsure in my voice. I guess it was the hormones Stephanie spoke of. I couldn't ever remember being this whiney and pathetic.
"You're going to wish he hadn't, believe me," she laughed again. "Once they understand that you are the mother of their child, they hover over you like a moth on a light. I can barely go to the bathroom without Paul coming in right behind me." I tried to imagine Paul falling had over feet for her, and smile came to my mouth. "In other words, something like this will bring him to his knees."
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My mind was so preoccupied with Randy and the baby, that I was finished with my work before I knew it. It only took me thirty minutes to get through all the prep work. I sighed, looking at the wall clock. Another hour and a half before the show began. I was already tired, and needed a bed. This must be what it's like to be pregnant; sleepy and being sick all the time. Great. I stood up from my seat, and made my determined way to Randy's locker room. I had to tell him. I couldn't stand being in this alone anymore.
I pushed the door open, and saw Randy oiling himself for the night's events. He turned towards the new sound, and saw me standing in the room. He dropped the bottle of oil, and slowly made his way across the room, resting his hands on my hips. "Done with your prep already?"
I nodded, staring into his blue eyes. I felt my blood pumping through my body with extreme speed, and I knew I had to do this before I passed out. "Randy, I need to talk to you."
He looked at me, light dancing in his eyes. I guess he didn't hear the tone of my shaky voice. I sat down on the couch, and he straddled a metal chair in front of me. I had to concentrate on what I needed to say, and not his body. But before I could even open my mouth, the door opened behind us, and John lead Casie, and Adam into the room. And almost instantly, my need to talk to him was forgotten, as he began to crack jokes and laugh with John and Adam. Casie joined me on the couch, giving me an apologetic look.
"I'm sorry. I tried to keep John away, but he wouldn't hear of leaving you two alone. He said something like 'They have the rest of their lives to be alone'."
I would have laughed at her words, if I wasn't so frustrated. It was kind of irrational, the emotion I was feeling right now. My body ached with unfulfillment of my news. It had to be the pregnancy hormones at it again, because it shocked me at how powerful this emotion took over me. I stood up quickly, glaring in the direction of the boys.
"Randal Keith Orton!" I called out, raising my voice up a sound level. I watched his back as he flinched at the words, and all three guys turned in my direction. Randy was looking at me in such confusion, that I almost forgot my annoyance. Almost. "I've been trying to tell you something all day, and I need to talk to you."
Casie stood up from the couch, barely able to contain her laughter. She went to John and Adam, trying to usher them out of the room. John looked at me, confusion written clearly on his face. Casie's laughter was slipping from her mouth.
"It's not funny Casie," I said, instantly regretting lashing out on my best friend. But she didn't seemed phased by it. It just made her laughter worse. I rolled my eyes as they left the room, and went behind them, locking the door. I sighed, running my hands through my hair, before turning back to Randy.
"What is it?" Randy said, sitting down on the edge of the couch. I walked to him, turning the metal chair around, and sat in front of him. I now had his undivided attention, and I couldn't back out; not after I just yelled at him.
"I found something out when I went for pap smear the other day," and I regretting how I started this conversation immediately. Fear and concern flashed across his face in a second, and I knew what he was thinking. Cancer. I could have kicked myself. I waved him off quickly. "Don't look like that. My pap smear was clean. I'm not sick…" I closed my eyes as I breathed in deeply. Opening my eyes slowly, I stared into his. "I'm pregnant."
Nothing was said for several moments. Randy just sat there, blinking in confusion. I could almost feel the time as it passed between us. I was silently begging him to say something, anything. He just sat there, in shock. I couldn't take it any longer, I had to move; I couldn't sit still anymore. I stood up from my seat, and paced around the empty room. Randy still hadn't moved on the couch.
"I don't understand," came his first words. And they didn't at all comfort me. "You were on birth control?" It sounded more like a question than it did a statement.
"Yes, well, apparently acetaminophen can affect the job of my birth control. And, since I don't take it that often, I know exactly when it happened." Randy looked up at me, wanting the answers that I had. I sighed, and addressed his non-voiced question. "Right after Erik attacked me. I was eating the Tylenol like candy, because my body kept hurting. So, this had to have happened at your house."
Randy ran his hands over his head, which wasn't normally a good sign. "And that makes you about… a month along, then."
The anticipation was killing me. I didn't know his true reaction to the news, other than shocked, and I wasn't liking the first words to come from his mouth. I keep my feet busy, trying to occupy my brain with anything else than this moment. I heard Randy sigh.
"Will you sit down please?" I stopped in my tracks, and looked at him. He had that blank poker-face in full effect, and I couldn't tell what he was thinking. I hated that about him, that he could cut me off from his emotions with such ease. But I did as I was asked, and sat across from him on the couch. I pulled my feet under me, and watched him think. "I guess this means we can't hide our engagement now."
My heart raced. I didn't like the words he just used. It sounded almost as if he was resigned to do the right thing, and not what he truly wanted. I didn't want Randy to marry me just because he thought it was the right thing to do. "I don't want you to feel like you still have to marry me, now that I'm pregnant."
His head snapped to mine, and studied my expression. He sighed, pushing away the lump in his throat. "Lora, I asked you to marry me before I knew you were pregnant. But now that you told me, I don't take back anything I said to you last night. I want you in my life; I want to marry you." His eyes roamed over my stomach, and back to my face. "This just means our family isn't waiting to get started. That this isn't happening in the correct order. But since when have we ever done anything the way we should? And we're still going strong."
Tears stung my eyes, and I groaned at myself, as I swiped at the foolish tears. I wasn't going to enjoy this hormonal roller coaster ride. But Randy had just accepted the baby in my stomach. He still wanted me as his wife, and made me feel loved all in one breath. And even as I watched Randy, something in his eyes changed. They softened, as they looked me over, finally resting on my stomach. His features changed as he studied my middle, a light taking over his face that I hadn't seen before. He slowly reached out, pulling me closer with one hand, and resting his other, palm flat, on my stomach. I continued to stare at him, as his fingers danced across my belly. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and Randy looked up at me. And before I could react, his lips were on mine, kissing me with such passion, such possession that it took my breath away. I pulled him closer to me, thinking this is how we got into this situation. Where Randy and I were going to have a baby.
I can't believe that I finished this story. I started it on a whim, and I didn't imagine it would go on this long. I want to cry now that it's over.
But I won't, because I have a sequel planned! LOL.. I haven't decided on a title yet, but keep a look out on my site for an update. It'll be the only other Randy Orton story, besides this one.
And a little forewarning, I'm skipping four months (story time) between the end of this story and the next one, but I still want to follow Raw, so here's what I planned on doing: following the current story lines, but describing them as if they were happening four months in the future. Like if something happens in August in real life, then it would be December, in the story. I hope that's not too confusing. I just saw no other way around following Raw, and skipping four months. Please don't not read it because of that. It won't be was confusing as it sounds in the story.
I want to thank all of my reviewers again! You guys rock! And please, keep an eye out for the sequel, so that you can still follow Randy and Lora more!
