Eight months later
Jordy was sitting at the kitchen counter working on her math homework, well supposed to be working on her math homework. She couldn't' focus on her homework because she was so excited. Then she heard it. "I'm home!" Jordy jumped off the chair and broke for the front door.
"Daddy!" Jordy ran into his arms. She hadn't seen him in three weeks because of the European tour and she had missed him terribly. Although on the plus side, it was like old times with her and her mom sleeping in the same room and watching movies together. Randy held her tight in his arms and picked her up and kissed her cheek.
"Hey Kix, you miss me?" Jordy nodded and buried her face in his neck. Randy walked her back into the kitchen where he found the babysitter cooking dinner.
"Hi, Mr. Orton, I'm glad to see that you made it back safely." Randy nodded.
"Thanks, it's so good to be home. How has my girl here been?" Sarah smiled and nodded.
"Very good, she hasn't been any trouble." Jordy exhaled she didn't know about the fight. Randy looked at the blonde haired teenager and smiled.
"Hey, how about I let you go home early tonight and give you tomorrow off?" The young girl smiled.
"Really, thank you Mr. Orton that's awesome." She practically ran out the door as she said, "See you on Thursday." Randy laughed as he watched her get into her car and leave. He looked at Jordy and smiled.
"Were you a good girl while I was gone?" Jordy looked at him and then buried her head into his shoulder. Randy frowned and set her on the counter. "What did you do?" Jordy lowered her head, she didn't want to tell him about what the kids had said. "Jordanna." Jordy sighed, whole names were never good.
"I um," she sighed and reached for her backpack in the chair next to her and she handed Randy the letter. He read it then his eyebrows furrowed.
"You poured paint on someone and you got into a fight?" Jordy sighed and nodded.
"I didn't mean to, it's just the kids were saying mean stuff about you and Mama and I didn't like it. Then Philip said…" She stopped she didn't want to tell him that. Randy took her face in his hand and forced her to look at him.
"What did he say?" Jordy looked down at her white Nikes that she wore to school. "I'm not going to ask again." Jordy took a deep breath.
"They're bad words. I can't say em." Randy took a deep breath, patience.
"If you say them I won't get upset, I just need to know what he said so I can deal with it." Jordy nodded.
"He said that you weren't my real daddy and that I was a bastard because I don't know my real daddy. He said Randy Orton couldn't have a half n-ger for a child." Randy chewed the inside of his jaw. Who is this kid? Tomorrow morning, he and Emily would go and see the principal.
"I'm sorry Daddy, I know it's bad to let people hurt me with words." Randy sighed, Emily was making her too hard too soon.
"It's ok baby, sometimes we can't help it if people hurt our feelings. We can only forgive them." Jordy nodded but continued to bore a whole into her shoe.
"Daddy I'm sorry I threw paint on Kayla and I'm sorry I punched Philip." Randy nodded.
"I know Sweetie, why did you throw paint on Kayla?" Jordy grunted, she didn't like Kayla.
"Because she said mama was a whore," she said matter of factly with no remorse. Randy shook his head. He was proud of her for sticking up for her family. He probably would have done the same thing. It took everything he had not to laugh at her coldness. "Daddy, do we have to tell Mama?" Randy smiled at her and nodded. Jordy jumped off the counter and began walking to her room.
"Whoa there roadrunner, where are you going?" Jordy shrugged nonchalantly.
"To my room, Mama's going to be mad." Randy sighed, he knew it was true. He walked over to her.
"You don't want to help Daddy make dinner?" Jordy shook her head slowly. Randy sighed she was too smart for her own good. He watched Jordy walked slowly to her room. He turned and went into the kitchen to make dinner.
A few hours later Emily tiptoed into the house and wrapped her arms around Randy's waist. "Hey babe." They sunk into a deep passionate kiss. "Mhm, I missed that." Randy smiled and pulled her close.
"I missed you so much." Emily smiled and set her briefcase on the counter, then noticed the open letter and read it. Her face scrunched up. Randy turned from the stir-fry and looked intently at her.
"She's going to get it." Randy shook his head and took her by the hand leading her over to the table.
"Let's talk about this." Emily shook her head.
"What is there to talk about, she threw paint at a kid and beat up another. This is an open and closed case." Randy smiled, he loved it when she went attorney on him.
"Actually no its not. She got into the fight because kids were teasing her and call you and her names." Emily's eyebrows rose. "They called you a whore and her a n-ger." He winced as he said it. Emily seemed to soften.
"Yeah you're right, but she still has to be punished." Randy nodded.
"I agree, I think one week without TV would suffice." Emily laughed, he was so sweet.
"She has you wrapped around her finger. You've been letting her off too easily." Randy took that as an insult.
"And you're being too hard on her. She's just a baby." Emily rolled her eyes.
"No she's not a baby, she's an eight year old girl who knows right from wrong. Besides she isn't allowed to watch TV during the week some punishment that would be." Randy groaned that was true. "I don't want her thinking this is ok. We have to nip this in the bud. Plus her attitude is getting way too bold." Randy sighed.
"I like her spunk, it gives her flavor." Emily stood up.
"Randy don't you see? You're spoiling her. She does things she knows are wrong because she knows that you'll get her out of trouble. You know what she told Sarah last week after she caught her swearing?" Randy rose his eyebrows. "She said that it doesn't matter what she says because her daddy won't let her get into trouble." Randy groaned. She was right, he was spoiling her.
"Fine, what are we going to do?" Emily took a deep breath and sat back down.
"You're going to ground her." Randy looked at her incredulously.
"I'm what?" Emily smiled, at least she knew that he loved her far beyond belief.
"You heard me. We have to be a single unit, if she thinks one of us is weaker than she will exploit it. It will be her first real punishment and it needs to come from you." Randy groaned.
"I can't do it, she's just too sweet. Can't you do it?" Emily sighed and nodded.
"Fine, I'll be the bad parent yet again so you can go on buttering her up with gifts and ice cream parties," she said as she walked away. Randy sighed and turned the stir fry off. He took a deep breath and ran up the stairs.
"Em!" She turned around just outside of Jordy's door. He grabbed her hand. "I'll do it, but I'll do it after dinner before I put her to bed." Emily nodded and hugged Randy.
"We have new neighbors that have son about Jordy's age, I invited over for dinner tonight. I know you're tired, but they just got settled and-" Randy silenced her with a passionate kiss.
"Doesn't matter who's here for dinner, because I can't wait for desert." Emily giggled and walked into the bed room to change. Randy peeked in on Jordy who was sitting on her bed playing with her race cars. "You know you shouldn't be in here playing." Jordy looked up and nodded. She turned the game off and sat in her chair on the floor.
"Daddy, am I going to get spanked?" Randy shook his head and scooped her into his arms resting her on his hip.
"Kix, I told you that I would never hit you, but you are going to be punished." Jordy dropped her head, and laid it on his shoulder. Randy's heart melted. This kid was good. Jordy knew she was in for something big and didn't like it one bit. He was supposed to be her friend. How could he betray her like that? Randy glanced and noticed how dirty the room was. "Your room shouldn't be this dirty. You need to clean it." Jordy shrugged.
"It's my room." That caught Randy's attention. Her mouth was getting out of control. He shot her a look and then she lowered her head. "Sorry." Randy set her down and walked towards the door.
"Come set the table for dinner." Jordy followed him down the stairs and set the table for three. Randy turned around and smiled. "Can you set it for three more please?" Jordy looked up at him.
"Why it's just us?" Randy looked at her.
"Because we have guests." Jordy nodded and set the table for three more. He heard the door bell ring and opened it. "Hi, I'm Randy and this is my daughter Jordy." They all shook hands as they walked into the house.
"This is my wife, Susan, I'm George, and that's my son Tristan." They smiled as they walked into the dining room where Emily was already sitting. They greeted each other.
"Jordy can you say grace please?" Jordy wasn't in the best mood.
"I said it last night." Emily resisted the urge to strangle her child, she went to speak but Randy beat her to it.
"And you'll say it again tonight," he said sternly.
"But Daddy—" He cut her off.
"Now, and no desert." Jordy glared at him and then and said grace. The table was set up with Randy and Emily sitting next to each other while George and Susan sat across from them and next to each other with the kids sitting at the counter eating.
"So Jordy what school do you go to?" She shrugged.
"Walter Reed." Tristan nodded.
"That's where I'm going. I start tomorrow. Are the kids there mean?"
"Only sometimes." They got to talking and it turns out that they both liked the same things. With the exception of Tristan being a John Cena fan. Tristan was eating his apple pie alamode desert while Jordy picked at her carrots. She hated carrots. Tristan leaned in and whispered to her.
"I'll share, but we gotta be sneaky." Jordy smiled and nodded. She was so happy to have a good friend for once.
"You're a good best friend," she said between bites. She looked up to see a scowling Emily. Her eyes grew large. Emily took her plate from her.
"You know better, we'll talk about this after dinner." She smiled as she turned to Tristan. "I know you're trying to be nice, but please don't give her anymore ok?" Tristan nodded.
"I'm sorry Mrs. Orton." She smiled and sat back down.
"Jordy, um I'm sorry," he whispered. Jordy shook her head.
"It's my fault. We still friends?" Tristan smiled and nodded. Jordy was still angry, she'd show her mom. "I have the coolest race car bed, do you want to see it?" Tristan nodded.
"Daddy, can I go and show Tristan my room, please?" Randy looked at Emily who shook her head.
"No Kix, not tonight maybe another time." Jordy glared at him and turned to Tristan.
"Dads suck," she said quietly. Tristan rubbed her back.
"It's ok, I can come over after school and stuff since we live so close. You can show me tomorrow." Jordy nodded and smiled.
"Oh yeah." She was still angry with Randy. She heard the plates shuffling and the adults moving.
"Jordy, can you clear the table please?" Jordy looked at Randy and crossed her arms.
"Leave me alone." Randy looked at her incredulously and gritted his teeth. Emily grabbed his hand.
"What did you say to me, Jordanna Orton?" Jordy looked him square in the eye.
"Shut up and leave me alone." That was it, Randy walked across the room and grabbed her into his arms.
"Goodnight," he said as he carried Jordy into her room and closed the door. Randy set her down and pointed towards the bed. "What was that?" Randy's face was bright red and Jordy gulped, she'd really don't it now.
"I'm uh sorry," she said as she burst into tears. Randy's heart broke, how did Emily expect him to do this? He could barely stop himself from crying. He gently picked her up and rubbed her back.
"Ssh baby, ssh." Jordy was still crying as she rested her head on Randy's shoulder.
"I'm sorry, I really am. Please don't be mad at me." Randy sighed, this Leon guy had really messed her up. He continued to rub her back soothingly, but as he realized nothing would sooth her he decided to try to a new method. Quietly he began to whistle like a bird. At first Jordy stopped crying to hear it, then she started giggling. She looked at Randy and he tickled her stomach. Again she started to giggle. Randy sat down on her bed and placed on his knee.
"Kix, you don't ever have to worry about me hitting you. Never, got it?" She nodded slowly. "Are you ok now?" She nodded happily. Then before she knew what happened she was on her feet staring at the Viper in his blue eyes. "Don't you ever let me catch you talking to any adult that way." Jordy nodded and tears began to trickle down her cheeks. Randy sighed, everything seemed to make her cry. "Do you understand me?" Jordy nodded through the blurriness that her tears caused. "Alright, you are grounded."
"What's that?" She sniffled.
"Um, you're going to come straight home from school and come right up here for the rest of the week. You'll have Sarah help you with your homework and then right back up here. I'm taking all of your toys." Jordy's tears quickened, what would she do for fun? "You know why you're being punished?" Jordy nodded her head.
"Cause I got in trouble at school and didn't' respect you and Mama." Randy nodded.
"That's right, next time you want to do either of those things remember this week and how unfun it will be." She nodded. Randy stood up and put her in bed then kissed her forehead. "I don't want to hear another for the rest of the night." Jordy was still crying as she said.
"Yes Randy." That caused Randy to stop dead in his tracks. She just called him Randy? He turned to look at her.
"Why did you just call me Randy?" Jordy shrugged.
"Cause you don't love me anymore." Randy gasped, what is she talking about?
"What? Why would you say that?" Jordy looked at him and turned over. Randy shook his head. "Answer me, why would you say that I don't love you?" Jordy rolled over and looked him in his eyes.
"Cause you punished me. You're supposed to be my friend." Randy was so confused.
"Mommy punishes you?" Jordy shook her head.
"Mommy's not my friend, you were." Randy groaned, he gently sat her up and wrapped his arms around her.
"I'm your daddy. We can still be friends, but you have to know that I won't stand for bad behavior." Jordy looked at him.
"You can't be my friend and my daddy at the same time. It won't' work." Randy sighed, he supposed she was right.
"How about this, instead of being friends we can be a daddy and a daughter who still have fun together?" Jordy looked at him.
"Does that mean you're going to act like a daddy all the time?"
"What does that mean?" Jordy rolled her eyes.
"It means that you will keep punishing me instead of holding me when I cry." Randy's heart was breaking, she was so confused.
"Jordy, I punish you because I love you and I'll always hold you when you cry. You're my little girl." He paused. "I may put you in timeout, or send you to your room, but that doesn't mean I don't love you. If I didn't punish you, how would you act?" Jordy looked at him. "Bad right?" Jordy took a deep breath and nodded. "Look, if I didn't love you would I be sitting here explaining this to you?" Jordy smiled at him, he had a point there.
"So you promise no matter how bad I get, you'll always love me?" Randy smiled and nodded.
"I'll love you even if you rob a bank or steal a car." Wow, Jordy thought, that's bad. She smiled at Randy.
"Ok." Randy picked her up to lay her back down. "Daddy?" He looked at her. "I'm sorry I was bad." Randy smiled and nodded. He kissed her on the cheek.
"Goodnight Kix," he said as he turned the light out and closed the door.
Jordy and Tristan were sitting on the wall outside of Walter Reed waiting for Sarah to pull into the parking lot so that they could go home. Their parents had decided that they could alternate weeks paying Sarah and have both kids come home together. They both loved that they could hang out pretty much all day every day. They were looking at a car magazine, when they heard the familiar sound of a Philip. They both groaned as he snatched the magazine out of her Jordy's hands.
"Whatcha lookin at?" Jordy looked at Tristan who was clearly annoyed.
"Give it back." Tristan was a little taller than Jordy with short spiked up black hair and an earring in his left ear lobe. His skin was tan and he had freckles on his long skinny arms. He had black squared glasses on his face and moved slightly as he glared at Philip. Philip shifted slightly as Tristan looked down at him.
"This has got nothing to do with you Trist, this is between me and Jordy. The little half breed couldn't keep her mouth shut and I got a whippin' because of her." Tristan looked at Jordy who shrugged.
"So, you shouldn't be calling people names. I think you should apologize to her." Philip scoffed at the notion.
"No way." Jordy watched shocked from the sidelines as Tristan quickly had Philip in a hold and was twisting his arm behind his back.
"Tell her your sorry." Philip groaned and shook his head. "I could break your arm off," Tristan said twisting it further. Philip screamed.
"Ok, I'm sorry." Tristan wasn't satisfied.
"For what?"
"For calling you names, I won't say them again." Tristan smiled and pushed Philip and sent him sprawling onto the concrete. Tristan ran by Jordy grabbed his bag and took off running, she quickly followed him to Sarah's car. They dove into the back seat with broad smiles.
"Where'd you learn to do that?" Jordy asked buckling her seatbelt. He shrugged.
"I take taekwon do." Jordy smiled.
"I wanna take it." Tristan beamed.
"That would be so cool. You can ask your parents when you get home tonight." Jordy nodded. They talked playfully as they went into the house only to be greeted by the groaning of two grown men playing halo.
"Daddy!" Jordy screeched as she ran across the room. Randy grabbed her and held her tightly.
"Hey Kix, did you miss me?" Jordy smiled as he held her tightly.
"You say that every time you come home." Randy smiled and kissed her cheek before setting her down. Meanwhile Tristan was standing in the doorway staring at John Cena sitting on the couch. Randy and Jordy laughed.
"Daddy, Tristan saved me from Philip today." Randy raised his eyebrow at her. "Philip stole my car magazine and called me a name, so Tristan twisted his arm and threw him on the ground." John and Randy laughed. Randy walked over to Tristan who was still gawking at Cena.
"Well, thank you for helping my baby." Tristan shook his hand and continued to stare. Jordy walked over to him.
"Trist, you're drooling," Tristan didn't seem to hear. John got up and walked over toward them. He knelt down in front of them.
"Hey guys." Jordy smiled and wrapped an arm around his shoulder.
"Uncle John, he's a huge fan of yours." John smiled.
"Oh really, do you think he'd want my hat?" Jordy giggled as John tickled her and then placed his hat on Tristan's head.
"Thanks for helping my niece." Tristan smiled.
"You're um welcome Mr. Cena." John smiled.
"It's John, little dude." Tristan smiled.
"Thanks John." Jordy shook her head.
"Let's play the game. I can't wait to beat you guys at racing," she said dragging Tristan towards the couch. They all sat down and luckily Tristan began to relax around John began to enjoy the game. They played for an hour or so before Randy sent them into the kitchen to start on their homework. Finally Randy walked Tristan home and got started on dinner.
"Uncle John, when are you going home?" Jordy was trying to distract him from her math homework so she didn't have to do it again. He smiled and looked up at her.
"You rushin' to get me away?" Jordy shook her head and smiled.
"Nope, just wonderin'." John smiled.
"You missed your favorite uncle didn't you?" Jordy laughed.
"Yep, I miss Uncle Jeff lots." Randy laughed as John walked over and started tickling her. He was happy to see his once skittish daughter act like a normal child filled with attitude. He glanced at the clock. 6:05 Em was never later than 5:30 and her cell was picking up. Randy turned back to the chicken that he was cooking, he wouldn't worry.
Forty-five minutes later and still no Em. Now Randy was in full blown panic mode. He had called her job and she left over two hours ago. Traffic? Yeah that's it its traffic. He sighed, and glanced at Jordy who was sitting on John's lap telling him about her favorite car. He jumped when the phone rang. "Emily baby where are you?" His heart sank when it wasn't her.
"Is this Mr. Orton?"
"Yes this is he."
"Mr. Orton I'm sorry to inform you that your wife a Ms. Emily Orton was involved in a ten car pile up on the highway this afternoon." Randy felt his heart stop inside his chest as he gasped for air causing Jordy and John to look at him. John sensing something was wrong sent Jordy up to her room.
"Is she ok?" His voice was breaking as he gripped the phone tightly.
"No, I'm sorry Mr. Orton she passed away at 6:13 pm." Randy dropped the phone and collapsed to the floor. John walked over to Randy and held him.
"Dude what's wrong?" Randy shook his head with tears pouring out of his eyes.
"She's gone," he gasped out. John quickly understood and did everything he could to comfort his heartbroken friend.
Jordy walked downstairs and peeked around the corner. She hated not knowing what was going on. When she saw Randy on the ground crying she knew something was horribly wrong. "Daddy?" Randy just shook his head and opened his arms. Jordy walked into them crying not needing words to explain to her what happened. She just knew life would never be the same.