Chapter 28: Morning Surprise

Normal POV

"Babe, are you awake right now?" asked Randy as he walked into the room with a cup of coffee in hand. He was already dressed for the day, his eyes gazing at the pregnant woman that was still asleep in his bed, her hair haphazardly crowing her face as her lips contorted into a scowl.

"No . . ." she told him gruffly as she moved the sheets over her head in an attempt to block him out. "The woman you're looking for is currently trying to sleep right now, so if you need to leave me a message, you can do so after the beep. . . BEEEEEEEEP!"

"C'mon baby . . . it's already nine in the morning," said Randy as he put his coffee on top of the bedside dresser. "You really need to get used to waking up early in the morning. I'd figured you'd learn how to do that many years before this, but nope. You're still that sleep loving woman that is inconsistent when it comes to waking up in the morning."

"So that's how you feel about me when it comes to my sleeping habits," said the woman under the sheets as she let out a small yawn. She slowly adjusted the sheets so that only her eyes were showing, narrowed slightly in annoyance as she stared the wide awake Viper down. "Now, give me one good reason why I should be more consistent when it comes to getting up in the morning because you're still not convincing me with this tactic of yours."

"Well . . . for starters . . . when the baby finally comes along, we're going to have to cater to him or her when he or she wakes up at times when we're usually asleep, whether it's early in the morning or in the middle of the night," argued Randy as he crawled into the bed, sliding into the spot that was right next to her. "It's good to get your practice in now before you regret it later."

"You may have just made a good point there . . ." mumbled Amanda as she relaxed her eyes into a more normal expression, her body relaxing right against Randy's. ". . . But sleeping is just too good to really let go."

"I know, but sometimes we just have to sacrifice the things we love for the good of others," said Randy with a smirk as he wrapped his arms around her long frame. "Huh . . . what I just said sounds like it could have come out of a comic book huh?"

"Yeah, it did . . . and I see you've learned a lot from your experiences in fatherhood," said Amanda as a small smirk came across her face, the bed sheet finally coming off her head. "The Randy from ten years ago would never think of something like that. He would probably just pull me out the bed or splash some water on my face to wake me up."

"That does sound like something me from ten years ago. . . I guess parenthood can really work wonders on a person's psyche baby," said Randy as he pecked her on her cheek. "You'll understand it once the baby comes around at the end of the year."

"Or at the beginning of next year, don't forget about that possibility," added Amanda as Randy quickly turned them around so that he was on top of her. "Now that I think about it; you've been in an awfully good mood this morning. Care to explain?"

"Well . . . Hal is off hanging out with a few of the other bus drivers and Nate took Alanna out to breakfast and to buy her a post-birthday gift, which may take a while considering how picky Alanna can get," said Randy as a childish grin came across his face. "To cut the chase, we have the entire bus to ourselves."

"Oh . . . now I see where this is going," said Amanda as Randy started to trail light kisses along her neck and collarbone. "But Randy, there just this one thing I want to make sure you understand before we continue this."

"What is it baby?" the Viper whispered into her ear as he moved one of her legs so that it wrapped around his waist. "What do you want to tell me?"

"You do know that the deeper and deeper I get into the pregnancy, the less and less the sex is going to happen right?" she asked him as she moved his head so that they were looking at each other eye to eye.

"Well . . . yeah . . . I know," mumbled the Viper as he moved his head from her grasp, his eyes looking deeply into hers, his voice, sounding a tad disappointed at the upcoming prospect.

"And you also know that when the baby comes, there won't be any sex after the childbirth for some time right?" asked Amanda as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Yeah . . . I know that too," said Randy as a defeated look came across his face. "I've gone through it once when Sam was pregnant with Alanna . . . I wasn't so happy that I wasn't allowed any sex during that time at first, but I got used to it after a while."

"Are you going to miss having sex with me during that time?" Amanda asked childishly as she let out a small chuckle.

"Hell yeah I will . . . The sex is just too good baby," Randy said defiantly as he shook his head. "It's going to be hard giving that portion of our relationship up for the next few months, but I'll try to survive it. . . . If I can survive months of us being in a relationship with no sex because you weren't the same species as me at the time, then I can certainly survive a few months of us being in a relationship with no sex because you're pregnant 'Manda."

"Aw . . . at least I know you won't be suffering that much from sex withdrawal in the upcoming months," said Amanda as Randy began to nuzzle her neck. ". . . Unless you develop a wandering eye while I'm not looking."

"Like I could ever do that to you . . ." said Randy with a shake of his head. "You'd destroy my mind for sure, and probably castrate me too if I ever did that to you. . . My mom always told me to never mess with a pregnant woman's emotions, and I am keeping that piece of advice in mind for sure. Trust me."

"You better . . ." said Amanda with a smirk on her face. "You seriously wouldn't like me when I'm angry Randy. You've already seen what I can do."

"For sure . . ." said Randy as he shook his head in agreement. "Now then, where were we . . . ?"

Amanda's POV

"Babe, you are so beautiful. . ."

I let a small smirk come across my face as Randy's lips speak the words in my ear in a low whisper, his lips barely touching the skin of my earlobe. We were sitting against the headboard of our bed, taking a small break from having some fun in the sack, and it was fun indeed. Randy's body was only covered by the bed sheet from the waist down, so the top half of him was fully on display. I, on the other hand, had my part of the bed sheet covering me from the chest down, leaving the rest of my upper body uncovered.

"Oh really?" I ask with a smirk as I look at Randy's upper body, moving in time with his heavy breathing. "Do tell Mr. Viper?"

"You really are a beautiful, sexy woman 'Manda," says the Viper as I feel his hand touch my bump under the sheet, now tracing small circles on it absentmindedly. "And you really know how to work a man up into a frenzy when you want to. You really know how to make me go crazy."

"Well, that definitely sounds right considering what I just put you through . . ." I say with a chuckle as I scratch the back of my neck. "It's a good thing all the windows on this bus are closed shut or else everyone in the arena parking lot would probably have heard you scream your head off as you came."

"What can I say . . . ?" he asks me with a slightly embarrassed shrug. "You really know how to ride me baby. . . . That sentence shall never leave this room, you hear me?"

"What . . . you think if I bragged about how I make you submit in bed, it'll put a big dent in your man pride?" I ask with a smirk as I cross my arms over my chest. "Is that what you're so worried about?"

"Yes . . ." he tells me plainly as he rolls onto his side. "I probably wouldn't live it down if people knew that I've been submitting to you in the sack."

"Hey, the fact that I'm the one you've been submitting to shouldn't be hurting your pride that much," I say as I shake my head. "I'm one of the toughest Divas to ever grace the WWE ring, and when you have a tough reputation; people tend to think that you are usually the dominant one in a relationship. . . We're both known to the public as tough characters, so my best guess is that people would think we're pretty even in the sack."

"You and your theories . . ." he tells me with a smirk as he wrapped his arm around my waist.

"They're pretty good ones if you ask me," I say with a smirk as I rested my head on his shoulder. "You shouldn't be worried about being a submissive. Loads of guys like being submissive to their girls once in a while."

"Oh really?" he asks me with a chuckle with a disbelieving smirk. "Name one guy we both know that likes to submit to his girlfriend."

"Edge" I tell him bluntly.

"No way . . ." he tells me defiantly. "No way does Edge come across as a submissive."

"Then you don't know Lita all that well then," I say with a smirk as I tapped my fingers along his abs. "We Divas tend to admit our little secrets and exploits in the bedroom while you boys aren't in the room ya know."

"Oh really now?" he asks me suspiciously as he adjusted himself so that his whole body lay on the mattress. "You girls like to talk about stuff like that?"

"Hell yeah . . . sex has always been a big topic in the world of gossip," I say with a smirk as I adjusted myself so that I was laid out on the mattress as well. "It just can't be helped. When you guys have your fun in the ring, we Divas have out fun talking backstage. It's just natural."

"The fact that you Divas talk to each other about your sexual exploits is unsettling," he tells me with a shake of his head. "You didn't admit anything about our times in bed have you?"

"Not at all . . ." I tell him with a defiant shake of my head. "The girls have been badgering me to tell them what you're like in the sack, but I like to keep those details of our relationship absolutely private. . . I've had to use my shield a couple of times to make sure a certain prying mind didn't see anything at all."

"That's good to know . . ."he tells me with a smirk as my phone begins to go off, Ted's ringtone blaring throughout the room. "I thought you turned your phone off before we started our fun."

"I guess I forgot . . ." I tell him with a shrug. I roll over to grab my phone from the bedside counter to answer the call, only to see that the Million Dollar Man's son was sending a message. "Oh . . . Ted just sent me a text about SummerSlam."

"So he finally had his SummerSlam vision after all . . ." I hear Randy say as I feel his lips begin to trail kisses up my spine. "What did he see?"

"Divas and IC Championships change hands . . . Nikki betraying Brie . . ." I say as I look through the message "Bray beats Jericho. . . Some singles matches here and there . . ."

"What about me?" Randy asks me as he kisses my shoulder. "Am I in the SummerSlam picture?"

"Yep . . . you face off against Reigns," I tell him simply. "And you lose against Reigns . . . apparently, he Spears you down for the win after you try to punt him."

"Well that's good to know . . ." he grumbles under his breath as he shakes his head. "What about John's match with Lesnar. . . ? Please tell me he ends up winning."

"I hoped for that too . . . but no, the odds are not in John's favor," I say with a sad shake of my head. "Brock does become the new champion. Ted writes that he'll perform three F5s and 16 German suplexes on John for the victory."

"Are you serious?" Randy asks me in shock as his eyes widen in surprise. "Did you just say 16 German suplexes?"

"That's what I did say . . ." I tell him as I put my phone back on the counter. "But John does manage to walk away from the ring after the match . . . Talk about strong."

"You're telling me . . ." Randy grumbles as he sits up, his face hardening to a stoic expression. "Now that John's going to lose at SummerSlam, do you know what that means for the rest of us."

"That the Age of the Beast Incarnate has arrived?" I suggest as I looked at him unsurely.

"That . . . and the fact that Lesnar will most likely be making more appearances on Raw, and maybe SmackDown too," he adds as he shakes his head. "He's going to be around a lot more now that he'll be the next champion."

"Maybe that's not the case . . ." I say as I sat up and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, very tense now after the news I just given him. "He does have Heyman remember? He'll probably just use him to be his representative on the show just like he always has. If that happens, then we'll see a lot more of Heyman, but a lot less of Lesnar."

"I so hope that happens . . ." he tells me as he takes one of my hands in his. "It's going to be very annoying and agitating to have him around the roster again practically every week now."

"Hey . . . I was just wondering something . . ." I mumble to him as the thought suddenly comes to me. "If Brock does make an appearance on Raw or SmackDown, will you ban me and Alanna to the bus in order to make sure we don't run into him?"

"No . . . you and Alanna would probably be annoyed by that decision anyway," he tells me as he shakes his head. "Plus, it wouldn't help if I kept making you guys stay in the bus, a place where Brock would probably be certain that you guys would be at while the shows are going on."

"True that . . ." I say as I lean myself closer to him, pressing my chest right into his chiseled back. "Well . . . at least we have the vacation weeks to look forward to after SummerSlam. There's that."

"Oh yeah . . . Two full weeks of rest and relaxation, and no wrestling . . . . I completely forgot about that," he tells me sheepishly as he brings his other hand to his left temple. "With everything that's been going on at work, the upcoming time off completely escaped my mind."

"Any ideas on how you want to spend it?" I ask him with a smirk as I let my chin rest on his shoulder. "Vacationing in groups isn't mandated this year, so this time around it can be a lot more personal. It'll be just you, me, Alanna . . . and unfortunately Nate."

"Hmm . . . that does sound nice, except for the Nate part . . ." he tells me with a small chuckle as he looks me in the eye. "And I already had an idea in mind."

"Well don't keep all the details to yourself . . ." I say childishly as I did a small pout. "Tell me your idea Mr. Viper. I'm all ears."

"Well, I was thinking that we could hang out at my grandparents' ranch up in Montana," he tells me with a small smile, his eyes already looking far away as if he was going to get lost in thought. "We could leave after the post-SummerSlam Raw in Vegas . . . The ranch is very secluded and very private, so we won't have to worry about people snapping our photos at every turn. Plus, it would be nice to see Grandpa Bob and Grandma Rita again after so long."

"I think that's a nice idea . . . it'll be good for you, Nate, and Alanna to reconnect a bit with your relatives." I say with a smirk as I adjusted my hold on him so that each of my hands laid on either one of his tattooed shoulders.

"Hey . . . don't forget yourself baby . . ." he tells me as he pecks my cheek. "Grandma and Grandpa would be ecstatic to see you again, especially since your carrying their future great granddaughter or great grandson."

"It would be nice to see them after so long," I say as I let out a small breath. "It's been years haven't it?"

"Yeah . . . it's definitely been a while since we've seen them," he tells me with a small smirk. "My wrestler grandfather and his wife faked their own deaths years ago because they felt it was their time to leave the public world, and now they work as secluded ranchers in northern Montana. Who would have thought huh?"

"Yeah . . . who knew?" I say with a small shrug as I finally let him go. "Now that I think about it, I have no idea how I would like to fake my own death when the time comes."

"Well . . . I thought mine over and I decided that I wanted my death to be close to home." he tells me with a smile as I stretch myself out along the mattress.

"You want to fake die in St. Louis?" I ask with an unsure smirk as I raise an eyebrow.

"That . . . and I want my death to be connected with one of my wrestling personas," he tells me with a smirk as he lies next to me. "For example, as the Viper, it would only be fitting if the cause of my death be by poisonous snakebite. Any poisonous snake is welcomed."

"What about a cause of death that's connected to your old Legend Killer persona hmm?" I ask as I propped my head up with my arm. "How would that kind of death work out?"

"I still haven't figured it out yet, but I'll work on it eventually." he tells me with a small smirk.

"Alright, but remember. It doesn't have to be elaborate." I say with a chuckle. "Your cause of death could be as simple as an illness or natural causes. Or you could just die in your sleep."

"Hmm . . . I never realized how normal it was to speak about faking your own death with the one you love," Randy tells me with a smirk as he pulls me into his chest. "We must be crazy."

"Some people have said that we are in serious need of a psych evaluation due to the stuff we've done in the ring." I say with a shrug as I listen to our slow heartbeats. "We've done some sick things in the past Randy, especially you."

"I know . . . but it couldn't be helped. I was following the script after all." he tells me with a smirk as his phone begins to ring incessantly. "Hmm, looks like you were not the only one who didn't turn their phone off before having some fun in the sack."

"Who do you think it is?" I ask curiously as he grabs his phone.

"I think it's my dad that's calling me . . . yeah, its Dad alright," he tells me as he looks at his phone, just as a knocking sound began to echo out from the front of the room. "Nate, Alanna, and Hal shouldn't be back by now . . ."

"I'll go see who it is. . ." I tell him as I grab my clothes from yesterday and slip them on before he could answer me. "You just talk with your dad in the meantime."

"Alright, but if we still have enough time . . ." he tells me with a mischievous smirk as he suddenly pulls me back to him for a searing, bruising kiss that left me slightly gasping for air. Once I got my bearings back together, I turned to see Randy with a small smirk on his face, satisfaction his dominant emotion as I slowly got out of bed. "Your ass is mine."

"Hmm . . . we'll see," I say with an unconvincing smirk as I left the room. I quickly make my way to the front of the bus to see that Layla was standing beside a stunning brunette woman in a gray sundress. The two were talking, but ceased their conversation as soon as I opened the door. "Hey Layla, whose your friend?"

"Hey 'Manda," she tells me with a smile before turning to the other woman. "This here is Rita, Randy's cousin . . . . I found her wandering through the lot looking lost, so I asked her if I could lend her some assistance. . ."

". . . And you've been a big help Layla," says the woman as she let a small smile come across her face, her voice sounding very familiar to me. "I asked her to which way was Randy's bus and she offered to lead me here."

"I see . . . Come on in Rita," I say with a small chuckle as I move out the way to let her in. "You want to come in too Layla?"

"Nah . . . I have to go meet up with Sheamus. I'll see you and Randy later." she tells me with a smirk before walking off. Once she was completely gone from view, I closed the door and turned to Rita, who was looking at me with a small grin.

"I never thought I would actually see you out here in Richmond Rita," I say with a smirk as I cross my arms. "This is certainly a surprise to say the least, especially since Randy and I were thinking about visiting you when our vacation time came around."

"Well . . . I was in town visiting an old friend and when I heard that the WWE were in town for Raw well, I thought I drop by for a small visit before I left for the airport," she tells me with a small shrug. "I would have been here a little sooner, but then I remembered hearing that you and Randy decided to use a tour bus again, so it didn't take me long to get lost among the similar looking tour buses."

"Yeah sorry . . ." I say with a sheepish look on my face. "Next time, we'll have a pair of snakes painted on the side of the bus. That way you will be able to find our bus in an instant."

"That sounds like a pretty good idea . . ." she tells me with a smirk as her eyes began to scan our surroundings. "Okay . . . where is he?"

"He's in the back talking with his dad on the phone . . ." I tell her as I start to head down the bus. "I'll go get him."

"I'll just wait by the table then." I hear her call after me as I reach the door. I quickly slip myself back into the bedroom to see Randy stretched out in the bed with the bed sheet covering his lower half, his phone now back on the counter as he looked at me with a smirk on his face.

"Had a good talk with your dad?" I ask with a smirk as I grabbed his clothes and threw them onto his chest."

"Yep . . . and he says hi by the way," he tells me with a smirk as he sits up while holding his pants. "So . . . my 'cousin' is out there huh?"

"Yep . . . and she would like to see you before she has to leave for the airport," I say with a smirk as we both could hear the door slam shut and two pairs of footsteps, one louder than the other, come up the steps. And then the ecstatic greetings started happening. "It looks like Alanna and Nate have already met your relative."

"I better show my face too," he tells me with a smirk as he quickly pulls his pants up. "I don't want to keep my 'cousin' waiting."

"Let's go lover boy . . ." I say with a smirk as he quickly puts on his shirt. We walk out the room to see Nate, Alanna, and Rita talking with each other at the table, a brand new doll already in the little girl's grasp as she showed it to Rita for her to see. Once Randy cleared his throat, they ceased their talking to look at us, both of us smirking at the sight before us.

"I see you three have been getting real acquainted while we were in the other room," says Randy as I take the seat next to Nate. He then turns to Rita, who was looking at him with a small smile on her face. ". . . And I see the blood ritual has done wonders for your skin Rita."

"Aw . . . that's so nice of you to say Randy, although I do prefer my old woman look than the younger me sometimes," says Rita with as Randy leaned against the wall. ". . . And we have much to catch up on and talk about, especially since 'Manda here mentioned a little visit you two were planning hmm."

"A planned visit?" asks Nate as he and Alanna turned to us curiously. "We never heard anything about that."

"It was an idea that came up during the spur of the moment." I say with a shrug.

"Yeah . . . we still have mush to talk about on that," Randy says to us sheepishly as he crosses his arms. "But hopefully we can work something out."

"I think something can be arraigned . . ." she tells us with a smile as she twiddled her fingers. "You're grandfather and I would love to have all of you over for a visit. We have plenty of space, so it shouldn't be no problem."

"That's good to know . . ." says Randy as a relieved look came over his face. "It's nice to see you again Grandma."

A genuine smile came across her face, showcasing her fangs for all of us to see. She quickly got up from her seat and outstretched her arms for a hug, which Randy instantly accepted.

"It's nice to see you too my grandson."

Let me clear things up if anyone is confused: The blood ritual, if done, allows the vampires in this story to alter their physical features in order to fit in with the human public. Rita is technically an old woman, but she arrived looking like a younger version of herself in order to blend in better. . . .

Next chapter, we'll see what happens backstage at the post-SummerSlam Raw.

Please review!