Raw: December 10, 2012
I sat down as I looked at Randy. "If you don't have a match announced for TLC, I'm not coming to work on Sunday."
Randy laughs. "You and me both. Something tells me that I won't have one."
"Then we can just have an extra day at home."
"I'm not going to complain about that one bit."
"Me either. I'm ten weeks pregnant. I'll take all the sleep at home that I can get."
"You'll be showing in a few weeks."
"I know that. People will know in a few weeks."
"How are we going to announce it publicly?"
"Well I have an idea, but I want to make sure that you're okay with it before we go with it."
"What is it?"
"We have the Christmas pictures for our card coming up soon."
"Yeah?"
"So I was thinking that we would take one of the pictures with a sign that says something like baby Orton coming summer 2013. Then, we put the picture in the Christmas card because anyone who we'd want to know before we publicly announce it would get the card. We can also just post the picture on social media to announce it to everyone else."
"I like that. Let's do it."
"Okay. Thanks for making that easy."
"No problem. What's the likelihood that the kid is born on your birthday?"
"You think I'm going to give birth on my birthday?"
"Not definitely, but it's only four days before the due date. It's possible."
"I don't think that the baby will be born on my birthday. I wouldn't want him or her to be anyway because he or she should have his or her own birthday."
"I see your point. Just be prepared just in case."
"I will be as prepared as I can be."
"Good."
"Don't forget to go to the trainer later to get your shoulder looked at."
Randy sighed. "I won't."
"Hey, I'm just worried about you."
"I know, but it should be the other way around since you're carrying our child."
"I know that you're worried about me too."
"That's because I love you."
"I love you too, so you'll always be stuck with me worrying about you."
"Fair enough. When are we going to discuss baby names?"
"I figured we'd start after we know the gender, so we don't have to think about boy and girl names."
"That's smart. I'll agree to that."
"You should because I am smart."
"No kidding. You graduated with a bachelor's degree in legal studies and had honors."
"And then I turned around and still became a professional wrestler."
Randy laughed. "It was clearly what you were meant to be."
I smile. "Yeah, it's gone really well for me."
I look at Randy as he returns from seeing the trainer. "So…?"
Randy sighs. "I'm supposed to take a couple weeks off from competing."
"That's a bummer. We can stay at home during that time though."
"Yeah, I think I'm going to try to push to have your brother and his buddies attack me to write me off TV though."
"Okay, thanks for telling me this time."
Randy smirked. "Absolutely. I hope you're doing well, babe."
I shrug. "I'm alright. You know I haven't really had a day where I've felt that great since I've been pregnant."
"Only two more weeks of the first trimester though."
"Yeah, hopefully, I'll be better after that."
Randy grabbed my hand. "I hope so. You're so amazing, babe."
"So are you. I love you."
"I love you too. I want you to always remember that."
"I will. Thank you for being so great."
"You're everything to me…well you and the kids. That's never going to change."
"You're about to make me cry, Randy."
Randy smiled. "Sorry, I'm just telling you how I feel."
I lean against him. "I know. All of that is mutual."
"I know that without you saying something. I think I'd be way worse off if we weren't together."
"You and me both, but we'll never have to worry about that." I look at the TV to see that Brad Maddox, who had been the referee, did a fast count to let Vickie Guerrero defeat AJ Lee. "Do we think this is considered a Divas division matter?"
Randy nodded. "I definitely would consider it to be. Why?"
"Because this falls under my jurisdiction if it is."
"Oh. What are you going to do?"
"Going to go give Brad Maddox a piece of my mind."
"Oh geez, he angered a pregnant woman. He's going to be in deep trouble."
I smile. "Pretty much, Randy, especially if that woman just so happens to be Marissa Orton."
"Do I need to go with you?"
"No, I think I've got this."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure. I will see you later."
I walked over to Brad Maddox as he was talking to a stagehand. "Give me a moment with Mister Maddox."
The stagehand nods. "Understood, Mrs. Orton."
Brad and I both watch the stagehand walk away.
"Um…did you need something, Mrs. Orton?" Brad quietly asks.
"Yeah, I do actually." I respond with my arms crossed. "What the hell was that?"
"What the hell was what?"
"Don't play dumb, Maddox. It's not cute. You are supposed to be unbiased. What you aren't supposed to do is not count when one competitor is making a pin and do a fast count when another competitor is making a pin. That was out of line, Brad."
"What makes this even under your jurisdiction?"
"You were officiating a Divas match, which is my jurisdiction. Even if that wasn't the case, I own a part of the company. I have the right to punish you for this."
"You are blowing this out of proportion."
"I'm blowing this out of proportion? You're supposed to be an unbiased official, which you weren't. I'm going to be generous right now and only give you a warning, but if this happens again, you won't be a referee anymore. Depending on how I'm feeling, you may not have a job anymore because I can do that. Is that understood?"
"Uh…yes, ma'am. I…um…I understand."
"Thank you. Make sure Vickie understands that too."
"Okay."
I smile to myself as I watch Brad Maddox walk away. Being in charge wasn't something I was used to, but it was kinda fun.
