Chapter 12: Hello Knoxville

Amanda's POV

"Another day, another hotel we have to stay in for the next few days . . ." I say with a small yawn as we pulled into the hotel's parking lot, the afternoon sun hanging high above our heads.

"That's just the life we chose to live babe . . ." Randy tells me with a smirk as he pulls into a parking spot that was right next to a Dodge pickup. "As a WWE wrestler, travel comes with the job."

"I know . . . and with the travel comes the many days we are separated from our loved ones back in our hometown," I tell him with a playful pout as I unbuckle my seatbelt. "How cruel are we?"

"I see someone wishes their two weeks off from work could have lasted a little bit longer . . ." Randy tells me with a smirk as he cuts the ignition. "You really enjoyed your time off huh?"

"Well . . . besides the morning sickness and occasional abdominal pains, it was a nice two weeks away from work," I concede as we get out of the car. "The downtime was good for me, although things did turn awkward when I ran into our old P.E. teacher, Mr. Brown, when I went to the mall to buy some new clothes."

"You mean Bruiser Brown?" he asks me in shock as we walk over to the trunk. "You ran into him? Out of all people?"

"Yep . . . but he retired from teaching P.E a good seven years ago," I tell him with a shrug as he pops open the trunk and grabbed our bags. "Now he's focused on disciplining students as the school's vice principal."

"Wow . . . I feel bad for the students that go to Hazelwood now," he tells me sullenly as he closed the trunk. "When it's time for either Alanna or our unborn child to choose which high school they want to go to, remind me to tell them to not pick Hazelwood."

"Now why would you want to do that?" I ask with a chuckle as we started to walk toward the hotel's side entrance.

"Even though I did well in his class, I wasn't one of Mr. Brown's most favorite students, if you remember." he tells me with a knowing smirk as he took my free hand in his.

"Oh yeah . . . you used to play all these tricks on him just because he tended to push everybody to their limits in class," I tell him with a smirk as we walked through the door and into the lobby. "I remember this one time you spiked his coffee with a heavy duty sleeping pill. The man didn't wake up for a good eighteen hours after that. His wife had to come and take him home when the deans couldn't wake him up themselves."

"I remember that too . . . Good times, good times." he tells me with a chuckle as we walk over to the check in desk.

"He asked about you and Monica too you know. . ." I say with a smirk as we reach the desk. "He said that he missed having Monica and me on the volleyball team. And you . . . well . . ."

"Oh man . . . what the he say? What the hell did he say about me?" he asks me, visibly wincing as if he was mentally preparing himself for a death blow.

"Well . . . he said that you were great in class when it came to physical activities, but when it came to being an overall student, you were less than average, all due to that cocky personality you have." I tell him with a chuckle as the man in front of us finishes up with the lady at the desk.

"I guess he remembers me well . . ." he tells me with a shake of his head. We quickly checked ourselves in before moving on to the elevators, passing by a few people who were already snapping away at us with their cameras and cell phones. "What else did he say?"

"Well, the only other thing he asked me was whether you, me, and Monica were coming to our graduating class' high school reunion next month. . ." I tell him with a shrug. "I didn't give him a certain answer for that yet. He's hoping that Monica and I would come, but he's still iffy on you."

"Well then, if that's the case . . . then I'm certainly going." he tells me sarcastically with a smirk as he presses the button for the elevator.

"You're not being serious huh?" I asked with an eyebrow raised.

"To tell you the truth, yeah . . . I still haven't decided if I wanted to go to the reunion or not," he tells me as the elevator doors slide open. "What about you? Are you planning to go?"

"Well . . . to tell you the truth, yeah. Monica is definitely going, and she so badly wants me to go too, so I might as well." I tell him as we step into the cart.

"Well then . . . I think your answer has decided it for me then. I'm definitely going to the reunion," Randy tells me with a chuckle as he presses the button for the eighth floor. "I'm not letting you out of my sight again."

"I see someone is still suffering from separation issues," I say with a shake of my head as we start to move upward. "I wonder how you'll act when I have to go on maternity leave at the end of the year."

"Hey, I do get paternity leave you know . . ." he tells me with a smirk as he defended himself. "So I'll definitely be there when you have to deliver our little bundle of joy."

"And after I deliver the baby?" I ask with a chuckle as we reach our floor. "What are you going to do then? You only get paternity leave for three weeks Randy, after that you have to come back to work."

"Yeah . . . and you'll be coming with me," he tells me defiantly as the doors open up. "What if I hired a tour bus for us to travel in after the baby's born? That way we can still be together as we raise the baby, and I won't have to miss that many milestones in the child's life."

"Hmm . . . that could work . . ." I say as I think about it for a bit. "We'll see what happens when it comes down to it, okay?"

"At least you're thinking about it . . ." Randy says with a small grin as we walk toward our room at the end of the hallway. "Wait . . . you are going to give some thought to the tour bus idea right?"

"Of course I am . . . Don't worry, I'm going to think about this. I do like the idea so far . . ." I tell him with a chuckle as we reach our door.

"Good to know . . . good to know." he tells me with a relieved smile as he opens up the door. The suite we get is simple enough, with a nice plasma screen, a king sized bed, and a good view of the Knoxville skyline.

"Ah . . . Knoxville, Tennessee," I say with a smirk as I walked over to the window. "It's definitely as hot as the last time we were here huh Randy?"

"It's supposed to be at least 97 degrees today . . ." he tells me with a smirk as he comes over to my side. "This place is definitely a hotbed when it comes to the weather . . . No wonder my parents brought me to St. Louis as soon as they discharged me from the clinic."

"Clinic you say?" I ask with a smirk as I turned to look at him.

"Yep . . . I was born in a clinic that's exclusive to the supernatural community in this town. It would be too dangerous if our kind, or any supernatural species for that matter, was born in a public hospital don't you think?" Randy asks me with a chuckle as he wrapped an arm around my waist.

"You make a good point . . ." I concede in defeat as I let out a small breath. "Now that I think about it, it would explain why my mom gave birth to me and my siblings at home and not at a medical facility. . ."

"You see . . . You get my point," Randy says with a grin as he brought his other hand to my stomach. "So Junior, if you're listening, you're not going to be born in a normal hospital, let's get that point clear."

"You're already calling the fetus Junior?" I ask with an eyebrow raised. "You are unbelievable."

"I strongly believe the fetus is going to be a boy . . ." Randy says with a smirk as he pecked my cheek. "I always wanted a son . . . you know, someone I can teach the ways of wrestling to once he gets older."

"And what if the fetus ends up being a girl?" I ask him with a smirk as I break out of his grip and walk over to the bed. "You're not going to teach the ways of wrestling to her?"

"I'll leave that to you . . ." he tells me bluntly as I take a seat on the soft mattress. "However, if the fetus does end up being a girl, and if she proves herself as she grows older, then I may start thinking about teaching her a few moves . . ."

"Would one of those moves be your RKO?" I ask with a smirk as I cross my arms.

"Maybe . . ." he tells me innocently as he walks over to me. "But I am still hoping it's a boy."

"Yeah . . . I think it's best if we don't make assumptions this early in the pregnancy okay?" I ask with a chuckle as I take out my phone to check my emails, a recent one instantly getting my attention. "Hey, I just got an email from your sister."

"What does it say?" Randy asks me curiously as he peers over the screen.

"It says here that she and Marvin are coming over here from Nashville to see us on Raw tomorrow," I tell him with a smirk as I started to type up a reply. "They said they should be here by mid-morning."

"Do me a favor and type up the address of some other hotel and not this one will ya?" Randy asks me with a smirk as he sits down right next to me.

"Now why would you want me to that?" I ask him in slight shock as I looked up at him. "Please don't tell me you want to get your sister and her soul-mate lost on their way to meet us."

"Well . . . maybe . . ." he tells me innocently as he wrapped his arms around my waist. The response only earned him a slap to the chest in return. "You are so mean."

"No . . . you are for even wanting to do that to your little sister and her mate," I tell him with a scowl as I finished typing up the reply and hitting send. "Give me a good reason why you wanted me to do that."

"I . . . actually got no reason for giving her the wrong address," he tells me simply as he shakes his head. "This is just me being the typical older brother messing around with his little sister."

"Ah . . . the classic older sibling versus younger sibling scenario . . ." I say with a shake of my head as I break out of his grip. "One of the oldest feuds in history, in my opinion . . ."

"Are you getting philosophical on me?" Randy asks me curiously as I crawl further into the bed.

"No . . . I'm just speaking my mind," I tell him with a shrug as I plop my head on one of the pillows. "I'm going to take a nap now. Wake me up when it's time for dinner."

"It's 3:15 now, so you have a good few hours to sleep . . ." Randy tells me with a shrug, just as his phone begins to ring. "Now who could that be?"

"Why don't you answer it to find out?" I suggest as I crack my knuckles. "That suggestion always works."

"Yeah, yeah . . ." Randy tells me with a wave of his hand as he took his phone out of his pocket. "I'm going to take this outside."

"Do what you want . . . I'm not complaining." I tell him with a smirk as I watched him leave. Once the door was closed behind him, I close my eyes and let my thoughts drift off to dreamland. . .

"Are you serious Hunter!"

"Well that delays my sleep for the moment . . ." I grumble to myself as I pop my eye back open. I slowly sit up in bed as I continue to listen to Randy's grumbling from outside the door to our suite. Apparently, he wasn't too happy with something that Hunter was talking about . . .

"This isn't going to work Hunter! You have got to be kidding me!"

"I wonder what they're talking about . . ." I mumble to myself as I crawled out of bed. I slowly walked over to the door and opened it to see Randy leaning against the wall across from our suite, a disgruntled look on his face as he continues to listen to Hunter's words.

"Why do we have to do this tonight though?" he asks into the receiver as he finally notices me. "Can't you save your plans for another day . . . like, a day that's years away from now, decades maybe? . . ."

"Do we really have to do this?" Randy asks as he wiped a hand over his chin. "Fine dammit, we'll be there . . . Yeah, yeah, we'll see you tonight."

"What was that all about?" I ask with an eyebrow raised as Randy walks by me and into the suite.

"Hunter wants us to come to dinner with him and Stephanie later tonight . . ." Randy tells me with a scowl on his face as he drops himself onto the bed.

"And you have a problem with that?" I ask him, slightly confused by his words.

"He also told me that he invited Batista too . . ." he tells me bluntly as he laid back into the mattress.

"Oh . . . now I know why you're so mad," I say with a sheepish look on my face as I walked over to his laid out form. "Why does Hunter want us to go out to dinner tonight?"

"He wants to celebrate the reunion of Evolution . . . you know, like old times . . ." he tells me gruffly as he looks up at the ceiling. "It would be even better if he hadn't invited Batista along . . . We could have celebrated without that rock demon you know."

"Yeah I know . . . and I bet Batista was thinking the same thing about you when he found out about this little dinner tonight," I say with a small smirk as I sat down next to him. "Does the restaurant that we're supposed to be going to have a dress code?"

"Yep . . . the girls must wear a dress and the guys must wear suits. Hunter told me the restaurant was Stephanie's idea," says Randy as he cracks his knuckles. "We're supposed to meet them down in the lobby as 6:30 sharp before we leave."

"Well then . . . looks like I got to find a dress to wear . . ." I grumble to myself as I sneak a look at Randy, who was still staring up at the ceiling. "But first, you need to be cheered up mister."

"And how do you expect to do that?" he asks me with a challenging hint in his tone as he continues to stare at the ceiling. I let a small smirk come across my face as I swing myself around to straddle his prone waist. He raises an eyebrow at me, his hands already crawling up my legs and toward my waist as I leaned down to the skin along his neck.

"Are you challenging me Mr. Viper?" I ask with a mischievous smirk on my face as I began to plant kisses along the right side of his neck.

"Do you believe I'm challenging you?" he replies back with a question of his own as I let my hands crawl down to the hem of his shirt. "If you think my last question was a challenge, then I'm sorry for mistaking you. I was just simply asking a question."

"One that I do take offense to . . ." I whisper into his ear before nibbling his earlobe.

"I'm sorry for offending you then," I hear Randy say with a small grunt as I felt his fingers along the hem of my jeans. "Can you ever forgive me?"

"That depends . . ." I say with a chuckle as I trail my kisses down to his jawline.

"Depends on what?" he asks me, his tone slightly curious as I grab hold of the bottom of his shirt. Randy arches his back to make disrobing him of his shirt that much easier for me. "Does it depend on whether or not I look good shirtless?"

"No . . ." I say with a smile as I threw his shirt over my shoulder, landing somewhere on the floor behind me. "It depends on how long you can last . . ."

"Last?" Randy asks me curiously as I reached into his pants to grasp his slightly hardening shaft. I give it a small squeeze, the pressure making Randy roll his head back and let out a small moan of pleasure as his eyes closed shut.

"Yeah . . ." I say with a whisper as I began to stroke him. "When I say last, I mean last."

Normal POV; Hours later

"We should be getting ready for dinner soon . . ." said Amanda as Randy continued to trail slow kisses down her neck, his nude form holding hers in his arms as the two continued their fun under the sheets. "We don't want to make the others wait on us do you?"

"Depends on who you're talking about . . ." Randy grunted in her ear before nibbling her earlobe. "I don't want to make Hunter and Stephanie wait, but Batista is a whole other story."

"This feud between you and Dave will never die will it?" moaned Amanda as Randy rolled them over so that he was now on top of her.

"Nope . . ." Randy answered her simply as he looked her in the eye. "We never liked each other since the first day we met, and we never will for years to come."

"This is turning out to be an eternal feud between the two of you huh?" asked Amanda with a chuckle as she wrapped her arms around Randy's neck.

"You got that right . . ." said Randy as he went back to kissing along her neck, gaining a small moan of pleasure from his mate in the process. "Ever since we first met, that demon has rubbed me the wrong way. . . He's just one of those guys that you just can't help but dislike."

"Uh huh . . ." said Amanda as she shifted her weight so that she was on top of him. "You may not like him, but we still have to go out with him to dinner tonight . . ."

"Damn . . . do you have to ruin my fun?" he asked her with a groan as she sat up to straddle his waist, revealing her upper half to him. "Although on a side-note, you're boobs are looking good this afternoon if I do say so myself."

"Uh huh, yeah you're not getting any more of this until later," said Amanda as she gestured to herself. "I'm going to go shower now . . . I expect you to do the same after me."

Randy let out a gruff snort for a reply as he crossed his arms. Amanda shook his head at him before leaving him and the bed. She quickly took up some underwear from her suitcase and walked over to the bathroom, forgetting to lock the door behind her as she entered. She dropped her clothes onto the counter and turned on the shower to the settings she preferred. Once she stepped inside the manmade mini waterfall, she let the warm water pour onto her pleasured body, completely unaware that Mr. Viper had silently strolled into the room with his clothes in hand.

"Huh . . . you do look hot underneath a running shower after all . . ." the Viper mused in all his naked glory, catching his mate off guard that she almost tripped on her own two feet. "Oh . . . you okay?"

"The fetus and I are fine . . . you just spooked me a little," the Anaconda instantly responded with a relieved look on her face. "Knock on the door next time, will ya?"

"I'll try to remember . . ." said Randy as he put his clothes next to his mate. "Mind if I join you in there?"

"That depends . . ." said Amanda as she raised an eyebrow. "Can you fit?"

"Hmm . . ." said Randy as he walked over to her with a smirk. He measured the size of the shower with a knowing eye before stepping into the rectangular structure himself, fitting into the small space fairly easily. ". . . You were saying?"

"Shut up and get to showering . . ." said Amanda with a chuckle as she grabbed one of the complimentary soaps that were lying in the soap dish. The two showered together in silence, playing around with the foamy suds that eventually showed during the shower duration and eventually getting it into each other's eyes. Once a good amount of time passed, the two rinsed themselves off and got out of the shower. They quickly dried themselves off and soon got dressed for the night.

"Babe . . . tie or no tie?" asked Randy as he held up a black tie he held in his hands.

"No tie babe . . . Hunter said you needed to wear a suit, not a tuxedo . . ." said Amanda as she combed out her hair with one hand and blow dried it with the other. Once she finished with doing her hair, she applied some make up on her face and put on some heels before meeting Randy at the door, a small smirk evident on his face as he opened the door.

"After you my lady . . ." said Randy as he gestured to the open door.

"Well aren't you sweet . . ." said Amanda with a smirk as he hoisted her purse's strap under her shoulder. The two walked out their suite and toward the elevator hand in hand, never disconnecting till they reached the lobby, where they spotted Stephanie and Hunter sitting in the lobby's waiting area already dressed for their night out.

"Well now . . . you two are right on time . . ." said Hunter with a smirk as he looked at the approaching snake couple. "I hope you guys didn't have to cancel any other plans you may have had tonight."

"Oh . . . we weren't busy," said Amanda with a shrug, making Randy look at her with an eyebrow raised. "Anyway . . . Batista isn't here yet?"

"He should be here any minute now . . ." said Stephanie as she spotted Dave coming out of the elevator. "There he is now . . ."

"Here I am . . . now, shouldn't we get this night underway before Randy and I really get under each other's skin?" Dave asked sarcastically as he called to them before making his way to the exit.

"Does he even know where the restaurant we're going to is at?" asked Amanda as the two couples watched the rock demon walk out through the exit.

"Nope . . . he should be walking back in here in three, two, one . . . there he is." said Hunter as Dave walked back into the lobby.

"Okay, I give . . . where the hell is the place we're going to Hunter?" Dave asked bluntly as he stared the Cerebral Assassin down.

"Yeah . . . it's a surprise, so you're not going to know where exactly we're going to until we actually get there." said Hunter with a smirk as he and Stephanie walked past him and over to the door. "Now come along children, the limo's waiting."

"Are you ready?" Amanda whispered to her mate as Batista slowly walked after the business couple.

"I'm ready . . . although I will ask you to hold me back if Batista gets on my last nerve tonight . . ." Randy replied back as the two walked over to the exit. Amanda let out a small chuckle before responding.

"Yeah . . . I'll see what I can do."

Oh boy . . . what's going to happen next? We'll see in the next chapter.

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