(Part 1 The Beginning)
returns home, he is shocked to find his wife with another man. Coming to terms
with the fallout of his marriage, he is forced to take classes for his anger
issues. It is there that he finds an unlikely, life-changing friendship. Randy Orton
“Honey? I'm home!” he bellowed through the foyer, before removing his coat and hanging it on the hook nearby.
He threw his keys onto the desk and fished through the mail that lay nearby, almost anticipating his wife to ambush him at any moment. It was something that he looked forward to after returning home, and seeing as they were still newlyweds with an infant, everything was still exciting. At least for him it was.
He threw the mail back on the table and looked around once more, before walking down the short hallway to the living room. He peered inside and frowned at the emptiness before heading forward to the next room.
He knew he remembered to tell his wife he was returning a day early and the odd silence in the house unsettled him slightly. Usually the television would be blaring with Dora the Explorer or Little Einstein’s or the stereo system she had bought him the Christmas before would be blaring some sort of children's music.
After checking the dining room, the den and the kitchen and uncovering even more emptiness and silence, he shrugged his shoulder and retreated to the living room once more. He decided to space out on the couch for a few, thinking perhaps his wife had gone to the store or to his parent’s house for the afternoon. It would give him his last little bit of silence before tending to their daughter for the next few nights. Besides giving his wife,
Samantha the much needed rest
she was craving, it gave him those precious moments with his little Alanna,
before returning to the road once more.
He hated being away from his new family for so long, but he knew if he hadn't, the life they had built for themselves wouldn't exist. And besides his wife and their daughter, wrestling was his passion. He knew it was something that was within his blood from the time he was little when his mom hesitantly agreed to allow him to attend his first Wrestlemania. Ever since that moment he was hooked.
He honestly couldn't see himself doing much else, anyway. He hadn't attended college anywhere and his stint in the
military hadn't gone the way he had pictured. Looking back on those days, he
realized how incredibly naïve and immature he actually was then.
He exhausted a deep sigh as he allowed his eyes to close briefly, as he envisioned his shopping trip just days before. He had wanted to visit the large Toys 'R Us store in
Arizona to look for something for his
daughter. After dragging 2 of his best friends along with him and spending an
hour and a half in the store, he finally found the perfect gift and bought it
without a second thought.
Now, he couldn't wait to see the look on his daughters face when she saw the large play set he had purchased.
His eyes darted open when he heard the loud noise coming from upstairs. He was on his feet in a matter of seconds and flying up the stairs quicker than lightning. He knew he had called to his wife when he entered the door and his only thought was a bugler had entered his home through an opened window upstairs somewhere. He was certain
wasn't home, or else she would have called back and rushed towards him, like
she always had before.
He eased his way into the long hallway at the top of the steps and walked silently towards his bedroom door. He pressed his ear against the door as another sound resonated and a series of whispers and muffled voices were heard within. He strained to hear what was being said, but the voices were too hushed to make anything out clearly. He stepped back and rubbed his hands together before turning the knob and busting through the door.
“What the he---” he yelled in a deep voice, before stopping quickly in his shoes.
Samantha exclaimed, covering her
nearly naked form.
What's going on?” Randy asked, feeling
his blood start to boil as his eyes feel over the other male in the room,
scrambling to finish dressing.
“When did you get home, sweetheart?” she asked in a high-pitched voice.
“Who the hell are you?”
asked, stepping towards the male and ignoring his wife’s question.
“I'm, um-- Trent.” the man said, extending his hand.
the hell is...” Randy began, giving
the guy a once over, before returning his attention back to his wife. “.. Trent?”
“I think it's best if I leave.”
responded, as he grabbed his shoes.
“No, really. I think it's best you stay.”
Randy said calmly, slamming the door and blocking it.
“Where the hell is Alanna?”
“Sh-- She's at your parent’s house. What are you doing home early, baby?”
drawing closer to him.
said, closing his eyes as his hand flew in the air, stopping her dead in her
tracks. “--touch me.”
“Randy, it's really...”
Not what it looks like?” Randy
finished for her. “It looks to me that my wife is half naked in my bedroom with
please.” Sam urged, stepping closer.
“Who is he?”
asked, trying to keep his cool as he spoke through clenched teeth. “And how
long has this been going on?”
she sighed, looking over her shoulder at Trent. “I
was going to tell you. I really was.”
he asked again, as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Almost 2 years.” she said, in barely a whisper.
“Did I hear you correctly? Did you say 2 years?!” he screamed, as his eyes narrowed on her.
“Yeah.” she spoke softly.
he asked, lowering his voice slightly.
“Randy, it's just-- everything was too much to handle. You were on the road, I was alone and
was here.” she said, a few tears flowing from her eyes.
“Don't give me that bullshit,
Sam. Just---” he stopped, clearing his head and
allowing himself to collect himself before continuing. “--get your shit and get
the fuck out.”
please...” she pleaded, her hands covering her mouth.
heard me. I'm doing this as nicely as possible. Please, just leave.” he voiced.
never...” she began, the tears stinging her eyes, the lump in her throat almost
making it impossible to finish her sentence. “...I never meant to hurt you.”
Instead of continuing, he looked at her and pointed towards the door, as he slowly moved away from it. He hadn't planned on coming home to find his wife cheating. It was something he never thought she was capable off and considering his track record, everyone would have bet that it would've been
Randy in her shoes.
“There's something else you have to know before I leave.” she said, wiping the tears from her eyes as
stood and stood beside her and grabbed her hand.
The gesture caused
to tense up. He rolled his neck around slowly, trying to relieve the tension
forming. His suddenly felt sick to his stomach, but he wasn't fully prepared
for the bombshell she was about to drop on him.
“Alanna....” she spoke softly, before
“What about my daughter?” he fumed, glaring at the other man.
“Randy, she may not be yours.” she whispered, as the tears fell down her face all over.
Something inside of him snapped, as he grabbed the closest thing and launched it at the large mirror above the dresser, shattering it into a million pieces. The frame flew back and came to rest at his feet, the picture starring up at him, like a reminder of what once was. He picked it up and stared at the photo of his wedding day. He felt the tears dripping from his eyes once more before the angered rage set in. He launched the frame once more, this time with more power, causing it to shatter amongst the broken glass lining the floor.
He continued his reckless raid upon his bedroom, smashing lamps and end tables, scattering the sheets and blankets onto the floor before ripping the seams from the pillows and throwing the stuffing aimlessly around the room. He moved from picture frame to picture frame, destroying the coloured memory in his wake, not caring about his actions.
He saw the large flat screen plasma television resting on the large bureau by the bathroom door. He remembered how she had wanted one so badly in their bedroom for their weekly movie nights while he was out of action on injury leave. Without another thought, he trampled towards the set and pushed it to the floor, the casing busting and the glass from within shattering and echoing throughout the house.
He continued by ripping the drawers open and throwing her undergarments from the opened window nearby. He watched as the pile of colourful fabric made a rainbow upon his backyard. He continued to the next door and the next, before the bureau was empty and the drawers lie dishevelled amongst the growing clutter.
He looked around the room before falling to his knees, the exhaustion and hurt setting in, as the tears fell from his eyes. He hadn't the faintest idea his wife was so cold, so frigid in allowing him to believe he fathered a child that in the end might not even be his. The tears stung his flustered, reddened checks, but he didn't care.
He just wanted everything to go back to normal, but he had no idea what that even was anymore. He knew things would never be the same; the happy family he had worked so hard in building came crumbling down in one day, without his doing at all.
He thought of his parents and the hurt they would undoubtedly feel after knowing their granddaughter might not be theirs after all. His brother and sister, who cared so deeply for their niece, might have their own world crash down on them after hearing the news.
His felt the soft touch on his shoulder when he spun around. He was met with the soft, blue eyes he was so familiar with and noticed the tears lining her eyes as well. He stood and shook his head slowly, a fresh set of tears forming in his eyes and falling down his swollen face.
“Baby, I'm sorry.” she whispered, shaking her own head.
She extended her arms then, not wanting another word to be said, knowing her son needed her now more than ever. He excepted the gesture and collapsed into her arms, sobbing uncontrollably as his father watched from the doorway.
(Part 2 Back at Work)
He had cancelled all his prior commitments beforehand because of the turn of events that had happened, but knowing he couldn't put out off his job any longer, he had hesitantly boarded his plane and made it to the arena. He wasn't particularly happy about facing his co-workers, knowing they would've been informed about his deteriorating marriage before his return, but realizing there was no other way around things, he had to press forward.
His week had been filled with appointments to attorneys, doctor appointments, as well as tears and crushed hearts from his family, as well as himself. It was almost too much to bare every time he had to look at his parents, but it was something he knew they had to get through together. Had they not been there for him, he wasn't sure if he could live any longer, but he managed, with each passing day.
The hardest part for him by far was the
DNA test he had supplied his physician just mere
days before. He hadn't known his heart could beat so fast and crumble at the
same time, but it was the hardest thing he ever had to do in his life and it
was something he hoped he never had to do again.
He hoped and prayed above all else that Alanna was his child, but at the same time, it was too much for him to get his hopes up, in fear that his world would come crashing down once more. It was something he wasn't sure he could live through, no matter how many people was around him. It was hard enough knowing the results might not be back for 6 weeks. The only thing he had to look forward to was his weekend visitations with his daughter.
Sam had agreed to let his family continue to see the
baby while testing was decided.
had agreed to wait until after the paternity was decided before they continued
with the divorce proceedings. Even if she thought there could be some small
hope of saving their marriage, Randy
had completely given up on the thought. The mental picture of his wife, nude in
their bedroom with another man was too much for him to begin getting over and
he decided not even trying. Especially after she had told him the truth about
He entered the large backstage area and looked around before his good friend,
sauntered by his side. He gave a half-hearted smile before embracing the
younger man and squeezing him tightly.
“If there's anything you need, dude...”
John said, letting his words linger in the air.
“Thanks, man. I appreciate that.”
Randy said, his focus falling towards the cement
“How are you holding up?”
said, pursing his lips together.
“I mean it. Anything...”
repeated, as he arched his brow.
said, letting a small smile escape. “I think I'm going to grab a shower before
the show tonight. I'll catch ya later, alright?”
“Alright, dude. See ya later.”
John replied, waving after him.
He finally found an empty room and threw his bag on the couch before shutting the door behind him. It had always been in his routine to get a shower before checking in with the creative team and grabbing a bite to eat before every show. His friends would often tease him about showering before a match, saying the procedure was backwards.
always fired back by saying he showered before and after his matches and he
liked being clean. He saw nothing wrong with that, but his co-workers still
dogged him for it.
As he unpacked his bag, grabbing the clothing he would need afterwards, his hand rubbed across something hard. He pulled it out slowly, his heart beating faster and faster. He knew almost immediately what it was, but had to see the object with his own eyes.
Her small blue eyes starred back at him as he pulled the frame from his bag. His heart seemed to stop as he ran a finger over the picture and closed his eyes, warding off the tears that were threatening to fall. He shook his head silently before opening them again, the picture looking back at him and breaking his heart in the process.
He slammed the frame on the leather couch beside him before releasing a scream from deep within. He grabbed the water bottle positioned on the table beside him and threw it at the door, the contents pouring out and splashing everywhere.
He wasn't aware of his own actions, as he moved around the room, grabbing random items and slamming them around, as the tears flowed freely and his heart breaking all over again.
“Why?!?” he screamed aloud, as he tore threw the large desk, emptying its contents on the floor and slamming the large, wooden drawer to the floor.
He didn't hear the door behind him open and he could care less in that moment. His only thoughts were on his daughter and the pain he was feeling. It seemed as if no matter what he tried doing, a reminder was always there of what once was and how bleak his life seemed now.
What the--” John screamed behind him.
“What the hell is your problem, dude?”
John yelled, bringing his hand up to his mouth
checking for the blood he undoubtedly knew was there.
just get the fuck out of my face!” Randy
seethed, as he wiped the wetness from his cheeks before turning around pushing
the desk over.
man, I need your--” John said, before
being cut off.
“What the hell happened to your lip?”
Hunter asked, pointing at John's
He's going completely crazy. He's throwing shit around and he won't listen to
me. The damn room is a mess, man.” John
said, wiping more blood from his mouth.
asked, taking the lead down the hall.
He touched his shoulder gently as
Randy reeled around, his features softening
instantly. He shook his head before bringing his hands up to his face.
“Randy, look, I know what's happening right now-- it sucks.”
spat out. “You don't know shit, man!”
just calm down and let's sit and talk about this.” Hunter
“I don't wanna talk,
Randy said calmly, before looking up
at him. “I want my old life back.”
“What the --” came a voice from the door.
Before anymore could be said, the frame shattered against the wall, missing
's head by just inches. Vince
McMahon Vince stared at the wall in shock before turning his
attention to Randy. He wasn't sure of
what to say and the other men in the room, were just as stunned as everyone's
focus was on Randy.
“Look, I know you're going through a tough time right now, but it does not call for this... this -- destruction. I've went down this road with you before and we're not heading there again,
said sternly before stepping further into the room.
“I.. I --”
stammered, trying to find words, as he looked around the room, realizing the
shambles of demolition he had caused.
“I don't want to hear it. If you want to keep your job, you'll attend anger management classes immediately! I will not put up with your shit once more.”
as Randy's face fell. “Randy, I'm
sorry, but I refuse to go through this week after week. You need to go home and
take care of yourself. After that, you know there's a place here for you, but
until then, you need to sum things up on your end.”
Mr. McMahon Randy said softly.
“I know you are, but this is the only way, son.”
Vince said, squeezing his shoulder.
He had saw the destruction
has caused years ago right after he was brought up from OVW. He had wrecked
hotel rooms from his anger and thought to himself them that classes would help.
After Hunter and Ric had intervened, Randy had seemed to straightened his act
and taken his career more seriously.
Knowing his anger was stemmed from another source this time, he knew things wouldn't be resolved unless he received help. He knew that life one the road weighed heavily enough on a person; the situation
Randy was in now would have only made it worse.
“Come on, man. I'll walk you out.”
John said, as he wiped his lip once more.
“I'm really sorry about--”
urged. “It's alright.”
“I didn't mean--”
“I know, dude. I just-- I'm worried about you.”
John said, sighing. “Go home and get this shit taken
care of so you can get back on the road and tear it up with me.”
agreed, although in the back of his mind, he wasn't even sure if everything
could be fixed at this point.
“I guess I better be leaving.”
Randy said, shoving his hands into his jeans.
“Alright. If you need me--”
repeated for the third time.
“I know. I know.”
said, releasing a smile for the first time in days. “I think Vince is right. I need to get things squared away
back home and I don't need-- this...” he said, waving his hand in the air.
“...weighing on my mind, too.”
agreed, shaking his head. “When you get back, we'll hit up the night clubs.
It'll be like old times. How longs' it been since you were the 'Lady Killer',
dude?” John snickered.
“We'll see, dude.”
“You still got it in ya.”
“Yeah, somewhere. I'll have to find it, along with my sanity when I go back home.”
said, opening his car door. “Tell Vince
I'll send him a check for the damages.”
“I'll let him know. Take care, man.”
John said, as he watched the younger man slam the car
door shut and fire the engine.
called out the window as he drove off into the unknown.
(Part 3 Alanna)
His father shook his head silently, as he continued driving down the large 4-lane highway. He hated to see his son in such bad spirits, as if a black cloud was now looming over him; on the contrary,
Randy was the exact
opposite. Usually so carefree, full of life and always had a smile on his face,
no matter what the situation was.
He understood the circumstances his son was now facing, and couldn't begin to grasp the amount of pain and sorrow he was feeling. He had three beautiful blessings of his own that he considered his life; he hadn't the faintest clue of what it would be like for one to be ripped from him, seemingly overnight. He knew he could survive the heartbreak of
Sam cheating on him, but if Alanna turned out not
being his, he didn't know how far his son would spiral downward.
“You know, you're doing the right thing.”
said lightly, finally breaking the silence. Bob Orton
“Yeah, I know, Pops.”
agreed, giving him a brief look, before looking at his hands.
“Your mother and I-- we're proud of you.” his father stated, patting his leg, as he pulled into an empty parking space and cut the engine.
“I know, dad.” he said, shaking his head.
“It might not be as bad as it seems. I mean, it could teach you other things besides your anger control.”
said, shrugging his shoulders.
“So, you think I have an anger problem, too, huh?”
Randy asked, his eyes glassing over as
he looked up at his father.
“I didn't say that, son. I'm just trying to think from both sides of the fence here.
hands were kind of tied in the matter.” Bob
“Perhaps, but I don't have anger issues. I know why I was pissed and I know why I wrecked--”
began, before his dad cut him off.
“Do you remember doing it,
Bob asked, turning in his seat to
better face him.
He remembered just about everything he had done. From
Vince telling him he had no
choice but to enter an anger management class, to the plane ride, to the talk
with his parents and his siblings. He could remember the sleepless nights, the
tears, his broken heart longing for his daughter, the feeling of emptiness and
pain. He remembered everything that seemed importantly to him, he thought.
“Alright. Do you remember the day this all started?” his dad asked him softly.
“Yeah, what about it.”
asked, his eyes narrowing.
“Well, do you remember what happened afterwards, Randal?”
“When mom came in the room?”
asked in a state of confusion.
“Well, yeah, but right before that--”
Bob sighed before continuing. “ Randy,
Sam left the house that day when you
returned home and immediately came to the house to explain things to us. We
weren't too happy to say the least, especially where Alanna was concerned, but
we dealt with it. When you're mother and I drove to your house after Sam picked the baby up, your bedroom was in shambles.
Do you remember what happened from the time Sam
left and your mom walked in?”
“Dad, please don't mention her name.”
Randy pleaded, as he tightened his fists.
reasoned, sighing once more. “Look, I'll be here shortly after 3 to pick you
said, managing a weak smile before leaping from the SUV.
He shoved his hands deep into his pockets, as he walked slowly towards the large brick building before him. He wasn't happy to be taking part in anything that was voluntary on his behalf, but seeing as his hands were tied, he had no choice but to proceed forward.
He had no idea what his father was talking about either. It seemed as if his dad was pressing the issue, more than helping him, and it angered him almost immediately. He just wanted a strong support system around him, and every time he turned around, it seemed as if people were questioning his actions, almost as if no one trusted him anymore.
It was as if he was the one cheating on
Sam, instead of it being the other way around.
He sighed and read the large, gold lettering on the door before him. He rolled his neck slightly, before pushing the doors open and stepping inside the cool, artificial air-conditioned room.
He saw a row of chairs lining the far right and left wall, a huge mirror lining the wall in front of him and a group of chairs forming a circle in the middle. A cluster of people were at the opposite end of the room, leaning against a stage, talking amongst themselves.
He decided to take a seat in the centre of the room by himself. He wasn't in the mood for talking at the moment, and knowing he would have to spill his life story in a matter of minutes, a moment alone could possibly do him some good.
Before he could collect his thoughts and focus on the next hour and a half, a tall, slender blond man entered the room and clapped his hands three times, drawing the crowd behind
to quiet down and take seats around him.
“Hello, ladies and gentlemen. Most of you know me, but for those of you who don't, I'm
You can call me Andi.” Andrew Burke
“Hello, Andi.” the group replied in a robotic tone.
“Alright, let's settle in and get down to business. I see we have a new face in class with us today, so first, I'll have him stand and introduce himself before we continue any further.” Andi said, before looking at
Randy and motioning
for him to stand. “Sir?”
“Um, well, my name's Randy.” he said, giving a wave to the class before taking his seat once more.
“It's nice to have you with us
Randy.” Andi said, smiling at him before turning his
attention to the rest of the class. “Last session, I had you guys all write
down one word, be it a person, a place, a feeling, whatever. From that one
word, you were to write down your thoughts and feelings, as well as why this
word angered you the most. So, who would like to go first?”
“Cars.” a man seethed, as he spoke through clenched teeth, before standing up.
For those of you wondering, this exercise is to teach us to write about those
moments where we feel anger the most, instead of acting on the rage. It's what
is known as 'anger mode.' Whenever you feel like your bubble is about to
explode, or your world is crashing down around you - which you all have
apparently felt, or else you would be here right now - I want you to write
about those feelings, that anger, and release it on paper instead of your
normal venting method.” Andi said, smiling at the group of people.
would you like to go next?” Andi asked, as a well-toned, auburn woman stepped
forward and looked up at the class.
He locked eyes with her briefly before she returned her attention to the paper and drew a deep breath in.
Randy noticed her soft features and couldn't help but
be intrigued by what she could possibly be angered by. She looked like the most
gentle, beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on.
As soon as she spoke,
realized how wrong his perception of her was completely off.
“Alanna.” she said, looking up with reddened eyes.
This minute the name escaped her lips,
Randy felt his heart quicken and blood start to boil.
He tightened his fist, before releasing it, repeating the gesture over and
over. He couldn't believe he had been so wrong about the woman who stood before
the group now, but he instantly hated her as she started to read through her speech.
“She was so innocent, I was told. She wasn't to be blamed for the havoc that consumed my life, yet, I hated her from the minute I knew the truth. She wasn't the source of the problem, I was told again. It was all his fault, he wanted me to believe. Yet, I wouldn't listen to the attempts of reasoning. And yet, here I stand, today, and the name still makes me sick to my stomach.” she finished, as took her seat, a silent tear falling from her cheek.
is there something you would like to share?” Andi asked, startled by the his sudden
“Why is that name so sickening?” he asked through clenched teeth.
“I... I'd rather not talk about it.” she spoke softly, dropping her head silently.
“I wanna know why.”
asked again, stepping closer.
“I said--” she answered, looking up from her paper, as her eyes narrowed on
“I'd rather not talk about it.”
while we are allowed to ask questions, we can't push the recovery process, and
we certainly don't want to risk the success that Leanne
has made in class so far.” Andi said, trying to reason with the younger man.
“But, why don't you tell us what angers you the most and tell us why.”
“Trent.” he spat out, glaring at
Her face shot up and met
icy, coloured eyes. He noticed her sudden change in reaction, but continued
with his rant. She hung on his every word as she listened to him intently,
watching his every moment, from the silent tears he shed to his saunter around
“I had it all. My life was perfect, before you came into it, ruining the one thing I thought was most sacred. But, you had to take it a step further and now, I risk losing the only thing I thought I could hold onto the most. The one constant that I thought would be a part of me. The one person who had my heart from the beginning.”
“And who is this person you speak so lovingly of?” Andi asked, trying to break the daze
said, dropping his head, before looking back up and narrowing his eyes on Leanne. “Alanna.”
“Okay, now I see the--” Andi smiled, before
Leanne shot up from her seat. She made her steps
quickly and in now time was face to face with Randy.
Trent?” she questioned,
cocking her head to the side.
repeated, arching his brow.
“It couldn't be.”
whispered, as she shook her head. “Could it?”
“Could it what?”
asked, stepping back.
stopped, the lump forming in her throat not allowing her to continue.
“Is my daughter.”
said, breathing rapidly.
“It must be a coincidence.”
stated, turning around.
“What's a coincidence?”
asked, grabbing her arm gently, wanting to understand her more than ever.
Trent is--” she said, before
stopping once again, letting out a small breath.
“Is what?” he asked, shaking his head.
“Was my husband.” she corrected.
asked, scrunching his brows.
“And, he cheated on me with another woman and they had a --” she stopped, the tears filling her eyes. “--bastard child together.” she finished, spitting out the last word as if it was poison on her tongue.
“What is the child's name?” he asked silently.
“Alanna.” she whispered, closing her own eyes, waiting for the unexpected.
“You said your husband cheated on you?”
Randy asked, wanting to get more facts before he
jumped any further ahead of himself.
“Yeah, he did.” she answered, opening her eyes.
“What's her name?” he asked, knowing the answer before he even asked the question.
“Samantha.” she replied, sighing, as the tears fell down her cheeks.
“That's... that's impossible.”
Randy said, finally able to make a sentence.
“You're wife.” she whispered.
(Part 4 The Change)
“Alright everyone. We're going to do something special today. I think we've hounded everyone for the past couple of weeks with exercises and breakthroughs, so I'm going to dismiss class early.” Andi began, looking at the two people before him, before turning his attention to the rest of the class. “I'm going to ask that you have your 'anger mode' speeches ready for us the next time we meet and we'll continue from there.”
Everyone stood up and scurrying for their belongings, but
Randy and Leanne didn't move. They simply looked at each other,
both individuals not sure of their own feelings towards the other one. At one
point Randy felt sorry for the girl before him, but he quickly dismissed the
thought, realizing the actual reality between them.
It was unreal for
as she glared at Randy, not sure if
she should be angry, sad, confused or hurt. How was she to know the speech she
had prepared only a week before hand would be about the new guy in her anger
She stepped back slowly before giving off a weak smile and turned to collect her own things.
watched her movements, before he shook his head. Andi stood in front of him a
few seconds later, offering a smile of his own.
“Today was, well, something else. I don't think anyone, especially the two of you expected this. I don't suspect either one of you knew about the other, really.” Andi said.
“No. I didn't even think about
having a wife. I just thought my wife--” he started, before shaking his head
and correcting himself. “ Samantha was
easy game for him.”
“Well, I usually ask that I sit down with anyone new to the class to go over their background information and their medical conditions, but seeing as your employer made that available to me, I don't think that will be necessary.” Andi stated.
said, shaking his head, as he watched Leanne
walk through the double doors.
“But, I do want to ask, given the special circumstances between you and
that there not be anything harmful done to each other to compromise her
progress, the classes, as well as your own. You had a breakthrough today, .
I've read your file that came from your boss. Apparently, the old Mr. Orton Randy would have unleashed hell on the room.” Andi
said with a laugh.
“Yeah, about that. Apparently there's some instances that I don't remember and I've often wondered since my outburst at work if I even need anger management.”
said, shrugging his shoulders.
“Well, seeing as you don't remember the damage you do when a heated situation happens, I'd say your the perfect candidate for these classes. It sounds as if you're experiencing black out spells when things get tough. I really think we can help you,
and I hope you change your mind.” Andi replied, frowning.
“I was afraid you were going to say that.”
Randy said, sighing.
“Look at it this way – right now, it's rooms and furniture that you've destroyed. I've heard you've actually punched your best friend. I don't want that getting any worse, because it could quite possibly be jail time for you. Who knows?” Andi responded, trying to reason with him.
“Yeah, I understand that.”
“Next week, we'll be doing some other exercises, as well as some group therapy, but I really want to sit down with you and
Leanne afterwards. I'd like to see if maybe there’s
some common ground between the two of you.” Andi asked, hopefully.
“I don't know, dude. I mean, that's touchy and...”
“I understand that, but honestly, there's only one way to get past this all. And we've got to start by talking and healing.” Andi said, squeezing his shoulder lightly. “I'm going to give you my number. If you ever need to talk to someone...”
said, accepting the white card from his hand.
“I'll see you next week then?” Andi asked.
“Yeah, I'll be here.”
said softly, as he stuffed the number into his coat pocket and exited the room.
Once outside, he had decided to call his dad, letting him know that class had let out early. He wasn't sure how he would explain the weird turn of events that had taken place just moments before, but he was sure that the classes would be interesting from here on out.
“Mom, it's hard for me to admit this, but she looked just as hurt as I did.”
said, chewing his food slowly. “Confused, too.”
“Why is that hard for you to admit?” his mother asked, looking at him intently.
“Just the way she acted about the baby. I mean, it isn't her fault all this shit happened. Why would anyone want to blame Lanyi in all this?” he asked, pushing his plate back before placing his hands behind his head and slouching deeper into the dining chair.
“Randal, I'm not sure, but give her the benefit of the doubt. Her world was turned upside down, just like yours. Only she had to accept the fact that her husband possibly fathered a child out of this affair. You had a lot to take in, but so did this young lady.”
“Yeah, I know, but still...”
said, trailing off.
“You know I would be the first to run to that little girls defence, but in this situation, everything is hard enough. There's no need to add more hurt and despair to someone else. Give her a chance.” she urged, standing and grabbing the leftover dishes from the table.
Yet the minute she uttered Alanna's name, he was instantly sickened. And angered.
“You know, mom. It's strange.” he said, leaning against the counter and staring at the floor, collecting his thoughts.
“What's that, dear?” she asked, wiping her hand on a dish towel.
“I felt horrible for her when I saw her start to cry. I wanted to reach out to her and hug her, but at the same time, she pissed me off.” he said, shaking his head before looking at her.
“Randy, it means you have a heart.” his mother laughed. “You have anger issues. That doesn't mean you’re a cruel, heartless menace that doesn't care for people. You've always had a heart of gold.”
“Maybe.” he said, closing his eyes. “I just wish I hadn't punched
John or wrecked my
bedroom because of....”
“Because of your anger?” she filled in for him.
“I was going to say
but you always have to be the voice of reason, don't you?” he asked, smiling
“That's my job. Well, besides putting band-aids on your scraped knees when you fall off your bike.” she said, winking at him as she rubbed his arm.
“Mom, I'm not 5 anymore.” he said, rolling his eyes.
“But, to me, you'll always be my baby. No matter how old you are.” she said, kissing his cheek before turning to leave.
“I know, mother.” he laughed.
“You know something, Randal?” she said, turning before she left the kitchen.
“What's that?” he asked, arching his brows.
“You've only went to one class, and I can see a change in you already. It's nothing dramatic, but you've actually talked more today than you have for the past 2 weeks.” she said, smiling.
“I'm trying, mom.” he said, shoving his hands into his jeans.
“I know, and I'm proud of you. That's all that matters, son.” she said, before winking at him once more. “Night.”
“Night, mom. Love you.” he called after her.
After the eventful day he had had, he only wanted to jump into a hot shower to relax his muscles and hit the sack. He had a feeling sleep would come easy for him, but he knew he had to do one thing before he relaxed.
He owed his best friend an apology.
(Part 5 Learning Tree)
She knew she would never take him back. She never was the type of person to forgive so easily especially given her circumstances. It just wasn't in her nature to be that forgiving. It probably stemmed from her childhood, but today was not the day to ponder on where it started.
She had yet another special class to attend that day and she couldn't wait to get it over with. She wasn't sure why the director had called to schedule an appointment, especially on her day off work, but she couldn't really complain about it. She was court ordered to attending all meetings, functions and exercises, unless she had damn good reason not to.
She had a feeling that wanting to lay in bed for the day was not a good enough reason.
She opened her eyes and flung the covers from her bare legs and groaned. She managed to get more sleep than usual the night before, and even she couldn't complain about that. She wasn't able to get
Randy out of her mind, either.
That gave her a very unsettling feeling.
She knew exactly who he was the minute he entered the room almost a week before. She had saw him enough on the television. Granted, she wasn't necessarily drawn to
Orton, the wrestler, but she still felt drawn to ,
the individual. Randy Orton
She had to admit he was handsome, with his blue eyes that practically stared through her soul and his cocky smirk that he carried without even knowing it. It usually pissed her off to see a guy who was completely arrogant and cocky, but for some reason, it only made her weak in the knees.
She had saw the tears lining his eyes over the mere mention of his daughter's name. She knew he was obviously as hurt and upset over everything as she was, but she had truly felt sorry for him after reading her speech. How was she to know that he was 'the other man?'
She grabbed her clothes from the dresser and made her way into the bathroom, preparing for a nice, warm shower. Her thoughts were still on
Randy as she entered the warm
sprays, but she could feel her body release all tension, as the magical water
began to take effect.
She couldn't understand the range of thoughts she was getting about
Randy. She was sure
it wasn't just the attraction factor. There seemed to be so much more to it. It
could've been that they were at a similar crossroads in their life. Or that
they both saw the hurt in each others eyes.
She wasn't sure, but she had to get her mind off it before she had her session in a few hours. She had to have her mind clear and focused on getting her anger issues about her soon-to-be-ex-husband out. She didn't want to complicate or risk her progression by thinking of the wrestler,
She pulled her car into the empty parking spot and collected her belongings into her purse before cutting the engine and opening the door. She still had nearly 20 minutes to spare, but she wanted to arrive early, just to give the impression that she was giving an effort in her recovery.
She didn't think she had extreme anger problems; certainly not enough to be attending anger management classes, but seeing as it was court ordered and she didn't want to do jail time, she would touch it out through the next few months.
She opened the large double doors and walked inside, almost surprised to see
against the wall. She slid her sunglass into her purse and offered him a small
smile as she stepped in front of him.
“Hi.” she said, shuffling her feet.
“Hi.” he replied, just as soft.
“You got called for a meeting, too?” she asked, almost putting two and two together.
“Yeah. It seems that way. Andi said he'd be out in a minute.”
Randy said, motioning
towards the door.
“I guess they want to talk about....” she said, trailing off trying to find the right words.
“About our cheating exes?” he offered, smiling slightly.
“For lack of better words, yeah.” she replied, returning the smile.
“I guess it's a small world.” he said, shrugging his shoulders.
“Ironic, if you ask
me.” she said, shifting her weight onto her
“Whys that?” he asked, scrunching his brow.
“You wouldn't call this ironic?” she asked, arching her own brow.
“Ironic, sure, but intrigued to hear what you had to say about it.” he replied.
“Whys that?” she asked, mocking him as she placed a hand on her hip.
“Just curious, I guess.” he shrugged.
“Well, I mean, your wife slept with my husband and-- and--” she said, trailing off, as she carefully thought of her next words. “...and I'm sorry for last week and my speech.”
“Well, I kind of blew up and I'm sorry. I mean, that's your feelings and yeah, I don't understand how you can blame a 4 month old baby over all this, I understand your hurt just like I am.”
“You wanna know why I blamed Alanna?” she asked, noticing he tensed up at the mention of the name.
“Yeah, I do.” he said, bringing his weight off the wall and standing up straight.
“Well, I was pissed to begin with because if anyone should have had a child with my husband...” she began.
“It's not proven yet.”
interrupted. “She could be mine.”
“Well, even so, there’s a possibility it may be his. That was something that was so... so...” she began, trailing off, not able to finish her sentence.
The tears lined her eyes and she shook her head a minute, before wiping the falling droplets with the back of her hand.
Randy extended his hand for a minute, before stepping
back. He hadn't meant to strike a cord with her. He hadn't meant to make her
cry. He was only curious why she felt their situation was ironic. Why he was so
intrigued was beyond him, but now he felt stupid for even feeling curious at
“I'm...” he said, shaking his own head.
“No, it's alright. You wanted to know why I hated her and I'm going to tell you.” she said, wiping her eyes once more. “That child should've been mine!”
“What?” he asked, confused.
“She should have been mine. Not, his and that... that...” she said, shaking her head again, as the tears fell. “That bitch!”
“She isn't his, alright?”
spoke up, finding himself yelling at her.
“You don't know that!”
fired back, pointing her finger in his direction.
“If you would've keep your husband happy, none of this would have happened.”
seethed, as he talked through clenched teeth.
“What did you say to me?” she asked, snapping her head to face him.
They glared at one another, their eyes locked on one another, the hatred and anger rising to the surface.
didn't care how hurtful the comment was. To him, her uttering the fact that he
might not be Alanna's father was the most hurtful thing she could have said.
“You heard me!” he screamed. “Goddamn it!” he said, turning around and punching the brick wall.
“You don't know shit about my marriage or what happened in it. Besides, I could say the same thing about you. Apparently you're not too satisfying, or else you're precious daughters paternity wouldn't be in question!” she yelled.
“Oh, believe me. It's not because my sexual prowess is questionable!” he said, arching his brow. “There have never been any complaints in that department, honey!”
“That you know of!” she huffed.
“You don't even know what you're talking about!?”
“Doesn't matter! The fact that your wife went looking elsewhere speaks volumes!” she yelled.
“I actually work for a living. I was hardly ever home! You would know that if you even knew who the hell I was!” he screamed.
“I know who the fuck you are! Should I be impressed by that?”
“I could care less if you're impressed or not. The fact remains that your husband had to find his piece of ass somewhere else! I'm just sorry that it was with my wife!” he screamed.
She shook her head, the tears flowing from her eyes, as she wiped them angrily before throwing her hands into the air.
“This isn't even worth it!” she said through her tears before she ran through the doors.
He stopped as soon as he felt the sunlight, realizing she hadn't gotten farther than the sidewalk. She had fallen to her knees, her body shaking violently from her sobs that ripped through her body. He saw her look up, and instantly, he felt regret for all the bad things he had said just moments earlier.
He rushed over to the grassy area and stopped by her side, before kneeling down beside
He wasn't sure if words were needed at the moment, as he had probably said
“I'm... I'm...” he stuttered, as her eyes met his.
She sniffled and wiped her cheeks, as a fresh set of tears began to fall. She grabbed his shirt, letting a cry escape from her lips before collapsing on his chest, letting the tears come freely. He wrapped his arms around her back, bringing her closer to his body, as he rocked her slowly in an effort to calm her.
“I can't have children.” she mumbled into his shirt.
asked softly, pulling her back slightly to look at her.
He brushed her auburn hair from her face, tucking it behind her ears before wiping the forgotten tears that lined her cheeks.
“He slept with your wife because I can't have kids.” she repeated, as new tears formed.
(Part 6 Meeting of the Minds)
called, his voice echoing off the silent house. “Mom!”
what the hell is your problem?” Elaine
asked in a hushed voice, as she came barrelling down the stairs.
“We have to talk.”
said, grabbing his mother's hand and ushering her towards a nearby chair.
“Is everything alright? Randy, what is it?” she asked as her hand covered her heart.
“Nothing bad. Well, I hope not anyway.” he said, biting his lip.
“Alright, what do you want?” she asked, sitting down before rolling her eyes and smirking.
“How do you know I want something?” he asked, placing his hands on his hips.
“You always bite your lips when you want something, so spill.” she ordered, waving her finger towards him.
“Well, remember how I was telling you about
Leanne?” he asked, kneeling in front of her.
“Yeah, why?” she asked, clearly confused.
“Well, we had a little bit of a falling out earlier. Mostly on my behalf.” he admitted, bringing his hand to the back of his neck.
“Randal, what did you do?” she asked, crossing her legs. “Rather, what did you say?”
“I said some very mean things, which I know I shouldn't have. But, that's just it!” he said, smiling brightly.
“What on Earth do you have to be proud of?” she asked, noticing his beaming face.
“I was wrong!” he stated, as he stood and began pacing the floor.
“Wrong about what?” she asked, confused once more. “Randy, you're gonna have to dumb it down for me or something. I don't get what you're trying to say.”
“Mom, I do have anger issues.” he said, throwing his hands into the air.
“That's what everyone has been trying to tell you for years, Randy.” she said, not impressed.
“Mom, I can admit it now. It took me seeing the tears in her eyes and the hurt that was written all over her face to make me see it. I didn't realize what....” he tried continuing before she jumped up from the chair, shaking her head.
“What did you do to her
Would could you've possibly said to upset her?” Elaine
asked, almost badgering him.
“Mom...” he said sighing, knowing she would not relent unless he told her to full argument that ensued between them.
He continued explaining everything that had happened, his mother completely appalled at his behaviour and words.
Randy explained the remainder of the story, finally
able to calm his mother down. She was satisfied knowing Randy
was able to admit he had anger issues. She only hoped he would commit fully to
“But, anyway, I couldn't leave her alone, so that's where you come in.” he finished.
“What do I have to do with anything?” she asked, her confusion setting in once more.
“Well, I drove her here thinking maybe she could have dinner with us?” he said, biting his lip again.
“Well, Randy, that's a good idea. Where on Earth is she?” she asked, looking around.
“I left her right outside while I asked.” he said, walking towards the door.
“I swear you are so dense. It amazes me how you get so many women swooning over you.” she said, tapping the back of his head.
“Mother!” he growled before smiling at her lovingly as she opened the door.
“My God, get in here.”
stated, ushering Leanne into the
“I'm not intruding, am I?” she asked, looking at
Randy as he rubbed the spot where his mother had hit
“No, dear, not at all.”
said, showing her into the living room with Randy
“I know this must be weird for you.”
Leanne stated, looking at Elaine.
“Dear, none of this is your fault. Please, don't think that.”
Elaine said, giving her a
“Thank you for having me.”
said, looking at Randy. “You can sit
beside me. I don't bite.” she smiled as she patted the cushion beside her.
“Well, I'm going to go check on supper. Please make yourself at home.”
as she winked at her son before disappearing into the kitchen.
stated plainly, smiling.
“Yeah, that's my mom. I don't think she has a mean bone in her body. Neither does my dad. Don't know where I get the anger problems.”
Randy said, shrugging his
shoulders and smiling lightly.
“Something you were born with apparently.” she replied.
“So, why are you in anger management anyway?” he asked.
“You really wanna hear?” she laughed nervously. “Last time, you blew up at me.”
“No, I wanna know. What does that--” he was about to ask before she held up a finger.
“It has to do with--” she stopped, swallowing the lump that was forming in her throat before continuing. “Sam.” she finished in barely a whisper.
questioned, arching his brow.
“Yeah. You sure you wanna hear it now?” she asked.
“Yeah. I'd love to.” he said, smiling sarcastically, as he leaned back into the arm of the couch, resting his hands on the back of his neck.
“Well, the day I found out about
Trent and her, I went ballistic, to say the least.
She actually had to nerve to come to my house to pick him up. I had all his
shit packed, so he was carrying his suitcase to the car, I followed and as soon
as I saw her, I blacked out.” she said, shaking her head.
“When I came to, I had her by the back of her hair, screaming and yelling.
Trent grabbed my arm and
jerked me off her. By that time the cops came and put me in handcuffs. I know
she was pretty bad off, though. Too bad I don't remember it.” she finished, shrugging
her shoulders. “I'm sorry.”
“Hey, don't be. She had it coming to her.”
Randy said, shrugging his own shoulders. “That
doesn't bother me, alright?”
“Yeah, okay. How did you not find out about it?” she asked.
“Probably because I was on the road. When did you find out?” he asked.
“About a month or so ago.” she answered.
“I didn't find out until about 2 weeks ago. Apparently I like to wreck furniture and bedrooms. I tore through a locker room at work and tore my bedroom to shreds.” he stated, embarrassed.
She looked around the living room, noticing baby pictures of
Randy, and apparently his
siblings, a couple of his parents. Her eyes fell on one picture in particular,
as she stood, almost as if she was drawn to it by some magnetic force. She
picked the frame up from the entertainment centre and stared at the colourful
picture. She ran her finger down the side of the frame before looking up at Randy. Almost as if he read her mind, he stood and
made his way beside her before he spoke.
“That's---” he said, trailing off, not wanting to anger her, but feeling his own anger rising. “That's Alanna.” he spoke softly.
“She's beautiful.” she replied honestly.
“Thank you.” he said, closing his eyes.
“I didn't mean---”
“No, it's alright.” he said, looking at her. “I have another 2 weeks of hell to live through before I know for sure if she's mine. I just feel it right here.” he exclaimed, rubbing his chest.
“I know, and I really hope, for your sake, that she is your daughter. I really do,
Leanne replied, replacing the frame
back to it's spot before she locked eyes with Randy.
“Thank you.” he whispered, again, his breath tickling her neck as he spoke.
He dropped his arm slowly, for the first time mesmerized by the specks of blue-green that shone through her eyes. He felt the tingling sensation shot through his spine as the sound of the phone echoed through the house. He smiled nervously before looking at the floor and stepping back slowly, realizing the lack of distance that had been between them.
He wasn't sure what the feelings were that rushed through him before. It was something he hadn't felt before around her. Usually his anger was apparent when anything sparked between the two, but the instant connection had been there from the first time they had met. He just figured it was hatred, or sympathy. Not attraction.
the phones for you.” his mom called from the kitchen. He returned his gaze to
hers, smiling softly before stepping back even more.
“I'll be right back.” he spoke softly, as he made his exit towards the hallway.
was due to call, but he knew it was still relatively early for him to phone. He
should've been on a plane heading into California
at this time. He couldn't think of anyone else it could've been, though.
“Hello?” he questioned after picking up the receiver.
“Randal.” the stern, crisp voice from the other end said.
He knew instantly who it was, as he relieved a sigh and closed his eyes. He wasn't ready for a conversation with
Sam. At least, not yet, unless it pertained to
“What do you want,
he asked, exhausting another sigh.
“Alright, let's cut to the chase then.” she said, sarcastically. “Would you and your parents mind keeping Alanna for the night?”
“Yeah, I'll keep her, but why?” he asked, confused.
“Something came up and I have an appointment tomorrow morning. I don't want to take her with me and figured you wouldn't mind spending some time with her. I told you I wouldn't take her from you until we knew for sure.” she stated, her voice becoming a little more stern.
“Yeah, you want me to come pick her up?” he asked.
“No need to. I'm out front in the car. I'll be there in a second.” she said, before the line went dead.
He sighed again, before slamming the received back onto the base and turning around slowly. He saw his mom standing only a few feet away and he smiled before giving her a longing hug.
“Randy are you okay?” she asked, pulling him back to look at him.
outside and she wants us to take Layni for the night.” he explained.
“She's outside? Right now?”
questioned, staring at the door.
“Apparently. She has something she has to do tomorrow morning. So, looks like we get to see the baby.” he said, smiling slowly.
Do you think it's best that she is here when Sam
walks in?” Elaine asked, suddenly
aware that Leanne had made her way
into the hallway.
he said softly, taking her small hands into her own before the sound of the
doorbell could be heard. “Mom?”
“I'll get it.” she said softly, making her way towards the door.
“Why don't we go sit down in the living room?” he offered, leading the way.
Sam greeted cheerfully, as if nothing
Sam.” Elaine said, titling her head towards the younger
woman. “You can call me ” she instructed before
reaching down for the car seat, a huge smile across her face. Mrs.
can we....” Sam began before she
noticed the female attached to Randy's
hand. “What is she doing here?”
“I don't think that's any of your business,
Sam. If you forgot, you were the one who cheated on
me.” Randy spat out, dropping Leanne's hand and making his way towards the door.
“Yeah! With her husband!”
telling you just turn around and walk away!” Randy
said, as calmly as he could.
“I'm going to take the baby into the den to see Grandpa.”
Elaine said, grabbing Alanna
from the car seat and exiting the room.
Why?” she asked, cocking her head to the side.
“Why what?” he asked, folding his arms across his chest.
“Why are you seeing her?” she asked.
“Do you have some sort of vendetta against me?”
Leanne asked, stepping forwards.
“I don't even know you, and you're acting like I'm the one who did something horribly wrong. And immoral, I might add.”
Leanne said, placing her hands on her hips.
“You know nothing.”
shot back, looking at Randy. “Can we
“I have nothing to say to you.”
Randy said evenly.
please.” she pleaded.
“Did you come over here to try getting me to talk to you? Last time I checked you were fine cheating on me for the past 2 years. I never went across your mind then.” he said, arching his brow.
“Randy, it's not like that, really.” she said, shaking her head.
“Look, you dropped Layni off, so you can leave now. Like I said, I don't wanna talk to you until we go to court. I have nothing at all to say to you. Besides,
wouldn't approve of it.” Randy replied
with a smirk.
“So, does she do it for you?”
Sam asked, rolling her eyes.
“If you must know, nose-hole, we aren't together. We attend anger management classes together, thanks to you and
Trent. Even if we were, it's none of your business.
I'm not your concern any longer.” Randy
said, closing the door in her face.
“Daddy, someone wants to see you.” Came a sing-song voice from behind them.
“I missed you so much.” he said softly, as he hugged her closely.
“You want to hold her?” he asked hopefully.
“Come on. She won't bite. Maybe drool a little, but not bite.” he said, holding the baby out for her.
She looked at him before staring at the innocent little girl. She accepted her gingerly and looked at
“It's alright.” he whispered.
She shook her head and slowly stared down at the little girl. Alanna's hand found
face, as she rubbed her tiny palm down her cheek and giggled.
“She likes you.”
said softly, smiling.
“It isn't her fault, Randy.” she spoke through her tears.
(Part 7 Questions)
It had been a rough day for
After returning home from her dinner with the Orton
clan, including the child in question, she was more emotionally drained than
she had been earlier in the day. It wasn't something she had planned on, but
she had to admit, it had helped her put things into perspective more than she
would have thought.
The ride was silent, but it didn't bother her much. She had really hit it off with his family, more than she thought she would have. And she had to admit, it was an added bonus that she and
Randy didn't argue. Quite the opposite, she found
herself actually liking him and befriending him before the night was over. She
wasn't sure where that road would lead her, but at that present time, she wouldn't
allow herself to ponder on it too much.
Now, as she climbed into bed for the night, her thoughts soon travelled to
the way he was gentle and very caring towards her after his harsh words. She
usually wouldn't have befriended someone who had spoken the words he had, but
she had to admit that his heart was pure. She couldn't figure out why he had
anger issues giving that he was such a genuine, caring person.
Even more than
winning her over, the baby girl he loved and held onto so dearly was the one
who captured her heart immediately. She had made a shocking revelation upon
herself, and Randy as well, as soon as
he had put the tiny baby into her arms. The minute her eyes locked with the
infants and her tiny hand crept up and stroked her cheek, the anger she had
felt for her had disappeared.
She had felt almost jealous of
Randy after seeing the two together, but she knew if
things were meant to happen for her having a child, eventually it would happen.
In the meantime, she would immerse herself in her classes and complete the
course so she could close one chapter in her life before moving to the next.
As she closed her eyes preparing for a full nights sleep, she groaned as the ringing sound echoed through the empty, quiet house. She flipped the bedside lamp on and reached for the phone, annoyed that her slumber was interrupted.
“Hello?” she spoke groggily into the speaker.
“Did I wake you? I'm sorry.”
voice came from the other end.
“No, I had just climbed into bed. What's up?” she asked.
“Nothing really. I just got Layni down for the night and I wanted to call before it got too much later to make sure you had settled in alright for the night.” he answered genuinely.
“Yeah, I think so.” she answered with a yawn.
“I know tonight was rather awkward and just weird for you. I wanted to make sure you were alright before I went to sleep.” he said, sounding sincere.
That's very sweet.” she said, smiling to herself. “Yeah, everything was great.
Emotional I’m not sure, but I'm glad we're not arguing. It seems every time we
see each other that's all we do.”
“Yeah, I know. I'm sorry about that.” he agreed.
“Well, it's just as much my fault as it is yours. But, that's behind us. I hope we both can move on from that and what has happened to us. I think we can be good friends.” she added.
“I agree.” he responded, yawning himself. “Well, I guess I'll see you at class next week. Get some sleep.”
“Alright, you too.” she said, smiling.
“If you need me, you have my number, alright?” he offered once more.
“I will. Same goes for you.” she responded.
Sweet dreams, Leanne.”
he whispered, before the phone went dead.
“You too, Randy.” she replied, after he had hung up, a smile creeping across her features.
As she hung the phone up on the base and flipped the light off, she slipped into bed, the smile she wore only growing bigger as she closed her eyes, settling in for a full nights sleep.
He wasn't looking forward to seeing her anytime soon, but knowing there was no way around it, he figured he would buck up and face the music. Every time he saw her, it was becoming increasingly easier to deal with the truth of his situation.
He realized almost immediately that he wasn't heartbroken over what
Sam did. It
startled him at first, but he realized what the two of them had together was a
bond with Alanna. Their relationship had soured about a year before their
marriage, and he realized it must've been about that time that she went out
looking for someone else.
He honestly could care less about that fact, but he couldn't remove the harbouring feelings of Alanna. He prayed above all else that she was his daughter. He didn't know how he would continue with life knowing she wasn't. He remembered how happy he was the day
Sam had told him she was pregnant. He felt as if his
heart swelled from the joy and happiness he felt.
He had never believed in love at first before than, but in that moment, the minute he knew he was going to be a father, he was instantly, completely and unconditionally in love before he even laid eyes on the little baby.
And yet, even with the stress and worry of the pending paternity suit, he couldn't get
from his mind either. He wasn't sure if his heart reached out to her because
she was in the same boat he was and that they shared a common ground together or
if it was just a fatal attraction that was growing into something more.
The only thing he knew was that he couldn't stop seeing her now. She seemed to be there for him in times he didn't even want anyone around. She was growing on him, and fast, and he wasn't sure if it was a comfortable feeling or if he was rebounding.
He was almost certain it wasn't rebound. He had been in that situation before, and anytime before, he would have taken the girl to bed by now. Instead, he found their conversations together enough to satisfy him enough.
As he gathered Alanna's belongings and placed them in her diaper bag, he heard the door bell ring. He dropped the bag and headed for the front door, a bounce in his step and a smile on his face. He wasn't sure why, but that entire morning, he was happy. More than usual, anyway.
spoke sternly, as she pushed herself past him and entered the house after he
opened the door.
“What are you doing here so early?” he asked, closing the door behind her and turning to face her.
“I got an earlier appointment, so I decided to pick Alanna up early. Where is she?”
asked, looking around.
“She's taking her morning nap.” he said, walking towards the play pen to reveal a sleeping baby safely inside.
“She looks just like you.”
whispered, smiling softly.
“Don't go there
Randy said, rolling his eyes, as he
went about collecting the rest of the toys and shoving them into the large bag.
“It's true.” she said, before turning around and watching him intently. “I went to the lawyers. That's what my appointment was.”
“Why did you go there?” he asked, turning around.
“I got a letter in the mail last week. The court date has been moved.” she explained.
“Moved? To when?” he asked, finding his questions coming faster and faster. “Why didn't you tell me before now?”
“I wanted to get this done and over with, so they moved the date until the day after tomorrow.” she said, nonchalantly.
“Goddamn it! Why didn't you tell me?” he bellowed, becoming furious.
“I told you!” she answered, shrugging her shoulders.
“You told me 2 days before the date,
Samantha!” he answered, glaring at her as she simply
waved his comment off. “You weren't going to tell me, were you?”
She ignored him, as she bent down and picked up the sleeping baby, placing a small kiss on her cheek and slipping her into the car seat before turning back to
“You would've found out anyway.” she barked, grabbing the diaper bag from his hand. “By the way, check your mail today.”
Before anything else was said, she was out the door, leaving
Randy to stare at her in
disbelief. She had acted like he had done something horrible, when it was the
exact opposite. What had he done so horrible?
He honestly thought he was doing everything he could to support
Sam and the baby, but
apparently it was going unnoticed, or unappreciated. Whichever the case was, he
couldn't believe the way Sam was
acting towards him now. Had he been that bad of a husband to her?
Was he that bad of a father to Alanna?
(Part 8 A Lunch Date)
“Randy, you need to calm down.”
Leanne said evenly through the receiver.
but, Goddamn it! That woman really pisses me off!” he yelled through the phone.
“I understand that, but you need to calm down, alright? We can talk about this. I'm not even telling you that you can't be mad, but first, you need to tell me what happened.” she spoke soothingly to him.
“Can you meet me for lunch somewhere?” he asked, his voice lowering considerably, now almost pleading with her.
“Yeah. How 'bout the Hometown Bistro downtown; in say, an hour?” she offered.
“That's fine. I'll see you then.” he said, before slamming the receiver down.
had left, he did the only that logical that came to his mind. After his
thoughts stopped racing and he controlled his anger somewhat, he had called Leanne, needing a friend at that moment more than
He was relieved that she had agreed to lunch. Somehow, he knew she wouldn't have said no, but he was still happy all in all. He needed someone, besides his parents and the condescending ways of the staff at the clinic. He knew he could've called
but it would've freaked John out
knowing his best friend was once again, angered enough to the verge of
As he pulled into the parking lot of the little restaurant, he saw her car immediately and hopped down from his seat. She greeted him with a smile, before embracing him firmly for a hug. He could smell the fragrance from her perfume lingering on her neck, and briefly he forgot what their meeting was about. His thoughts were lost in his head, as he closed his eyes and returned the embraced, enjoying the feeling of her in his arms.
“Are you alright?” she whispered against his ear, her breath tickling his earlobe before he saw the familiar specks of blue lining her eyes.
“Yeah, I am now.” he answered honestly, as a small smile crept across his face.
“Let's go inside and we can talk.” she offered, leading the way.
He followed close behind her, watching as she flipped her long, auburn hair over her shoulder before sitting down in a chair on the outdoor deck. He followed suit, as he relieved a deep sigh and covered his eyes with his hands.
He was startled as he felt a gentle touch on his arm, sending a bolt of electricity shooting down his spine. He shivered inside before looking up from his hands and smiling weakly at her. She titled her head to the side, giving him a warm smile before pulling her hand back.
she whispered, as he slowly shook his head and exhausted another sigh.
“The court dates been moved up.” he replied simply, as he moved the straw around in his cup of ice water.
“What do you mean?” she asked, squinting her eyes.
to pick the baby up early and said she had an appointment with her lawyers. She
had the paternity suit moved up.” he answered, leaning back in his seat.
“Well, that's a good thing right?”
Leanne asked, sipping from her glass slowly.
“Yeah, I guess. But the thing that gets me is she wasn't even going to tell me.”
“What do you mean?”
“She said, in no uncertain terms, if it weren't for the court sending me a copy of the new date, I wouldn't have found out.” he answered, shaking his head and biting his lip. “She doesn't want me to be the father,
“That I won't argue with. I'm sure she doesn't. It's her way of getting back at you, if for some chance you're not.” she answered, grabbing his hand and squeezing it lightly. “But her opinion doesn't matter. You'll have to wait 2 more days for the court date and then you'll know. One way or another, it'll all be put behind you.”
“I know, but...”
said, trailing off, as he felt the warm tears threatening to fall.
“I don't know what to say to take this away. If there was something, anything, I could do, I would.” she spoke softly.
“I know. I just don't know how much more I can take. I honestly don't know what I'll do if she isn't mine. That little girl is my life.”
Randy said, sniffling as he
wiped his eyes.
“I know that. I see that.” she said, shaking her head. “If it helps, I'm here.”
“Thank you for that. I don't know why, but you've became a bigger part of my life than I thought you would.”
Randy said, snickering to himself.
“Yeah, I know what you mean.”
Leanne said, arching her brows quickly. “It's odd,
asked, grabbing a napkin and wiping his eyes.
“That you and I would form this... this....” she trailed off, trying to find the right words.
Connection?” Randy offered.
“Yeah.” she agreed, looking up at him, as their eyes locked.
For that moment in time, he had forgotten his stress and why he was gathered with her around the table for lunch in the first place. None of that even mattered for the time being. It was as if it was just he and her, two lost beings in life, trying to find their way back to reality through each other.
She giggled softly as she brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and blushed before looking at her hands folded in her lap. She had felt the magnetic attraction between them and had she not felt the fear creeping inside of her, she wouldn't have stopped staring into his smoky, blue eyes.
She hadn't planned on their lunch date to go this way, but she couldn't help the butterflies that swam inside her, or the pounding of her heart. She knew getting involved with anyone at the moment could lead to even more heartbreak, and it was something she was not ready for. She wasn't sure how long it would take, but she knew right now, everything was just too fresh.
For both of them.
But, no matter how hard she fought it, she would look back into
Randy's eyes and the
fear slowly slipped away; a comforting, easy feeling took over. She was still
worried, but her heart was into it too much already. Even if Randy didn't return to feeling, it was too late for Leanne.
said, rubbing the back of his neck.
“No, it's alright.” she was able to say.
“You wanna get out of here and maybe take a walk or something?”
Randy asked, grabbing
“Um, yeah, sure.” she said, standing from the table.
As they walked from the restaurant, her hand brushed his gently causing both of them to stop and stare at each other for a moment. He found his fingers slipping through hers as he smiled and continued walking down the sidewalk.
It was then that he realized what the attraction was between them. Aside from her being the exact opposite of
Sam, having qualities that he had always looked for
in a woman and her natural beauty, he knew there was a reason his body reacted
so differently around her. The reason his breath became more rapid, or his
heart began beating quicker and quicker. Or the fact that he felt like a
schoolboy having a crush on the class sweetheart, with the butterflies swimming
in his stomach, his head becoming dizzy and the reason he almost forgot to
breath when she was around.
(Part 9 The Father is?)
He had already smoked an entire pack of cigarettes since he had woken up.
He drew another drag from his cigarettes as he saw a familiar silhouette round the side of the building. He stopped momentarily, as he watched her quicken her pace and run in his direction. As she crossed the street, she pushed the long hair from her face, revealing a warming smile.
“You are nervous, aren't you?”
“How can you tell?” he asked, taking another drag from the cigarette with shaky hands.
“Between the cigarette and your shaky hands. That would be my first clue, anyway.” she said, smiling.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, flicking the cigarette to the ground before retrieving a breath mint from his pocket and popping it into his mouth.
“I wasn't about to let you do this alone. Besides, I called your house and
Elaine told me
you had already left. She said her and your Dad couldn't make it because of an
EKG he had to get.” she stated.
“Yeah. His health is important and I didn't want him missing the appointment.”
“Randy, I told you, I'm here for you. I know you'd return the favour given the chance.” she spoke sweetly.
“Yeah, I would.” he agreed, shaking his head. “Can you do me a favour?”
“Anything.” she said, looking at him longingly.
Without another word, he wrapped his arms securely around her waist before pulling her towards him and hugging her tightly. She gasped as their bodies formed one, before she melted against him, her own arms wrapping around his back.
“Thank you.” he whispered, as he drew a deep breath in.
“Anytime, Randy.” she said, pulling away from him slowly, as their eyes locked.
“I guess it's now or never, right?” he asked.
“Yeah. It's gonna be alright, okay?” she said, squeezing his shoulder lightly.
“Yeah, I know.” he agreed, as he stared forward and walked solemnly towards the double doors.
As they entered the courthouse, he shivered from the cool air that hit him at once. He tucked his hands into his pockets as he stared at the floor and made his way into the waiting area.
As soon as they entered the large furnished room, his eyes locked with
sighed, noticing the fragile state he seemed to be in, before glancing to his
side, looking at Leanne. She rolled
her eyes before grabbing Trent's hand and turning her
attention to him.
He knew it would feel like forever before he was called in. His nerves were already getting the best of him and waiting only made it seem as if he would explode at the seams at anytime.
Almost as if she read his mind, he felt
Leanne rub his arm and his anger melted away, giving
him the strength to continue for another few minutes before another bout of
rage would undoubtedly hit.
Not being able to take anymore, he was surprised to hear his name being calling from the front of the room. He watched as
Sam stepped forward, followed by Trent
before he dared to move. He wasn't sure if he would grab her by the back of her
head, so he kept his distance from her and her lover.
As they entered the warm courtroom, he looked around, noticing the two sides that were centred off. Directly in the front was a large, heavyset man seated behind an even larger desk. He wore a black cloak,
Randy guessed was floor length. And,
as the judge looked up, they locked eyes for a moment.
He tilted his head in
direction, as Leanne seated herself
directly behind Randy's table. His
lawyer was already set up, ready for action as Randy
“All rise.” the bailiff ushered, as everyone stood.
The case files were read, as
drummed his fingers against the wood of the table. His feet impatiently shook
on the floor and he felt the craving for another cigarette coming on strong.
, you believed this to be
your child for how long?” the judge asked, addressing him finally. Mr.
“Ever since I found out she was pregnant, sir.” he answered honestly.
“And when did you find out it might not be yours?” he asked, adjusting his glasses.
“Almost a month ago.” he answered.
“Now, I understand both parties have consulted to a divorce agreement as well, correct?” he asked looking from
Randy to Sam.
“That's correct, Your Honour.” both lawyers spoke simultaneously.
“Well, let's get that cleared away before we get into the paternity and custody agreements of said child.
I understand you signed a premarital agreement, correct?” Mrs. Orton
“Yes, sir. I'm asking for my spousal support and given the child is his, child support. In addition, I would like the car I entered the relationship with.
may have the house. I have no use for it.” she answered.
“Your Honour, seeing as
committed adultery while she was married to my client, we would ask that
spousal support be dropped seeing as she did not honour the oath of marriage.” Mrs. Orton Randy's lawyer stated.
“I object, sir.”
lawyer said, standing to his feet.
“Granted.” the judge said, not allowing arguments to commence any further between the two professionals. “
you are awarded the housing as well as the property. Do you have any objections
to the vehicle in question?” he asked, looking at Mr. Orton Sam
with a stern look.
“None, sir.” he said, shaking his head.
“Alright, if that's settled, we can assess the bank accounts and liquidations. Whose name is the family accounts in?” The judge asked.
Mr. Orton has his own account, as does .
They also share a joint savings and checking account.” his lawyer stated
honestly. Mrs. Orton
“Alright, I'll see that
Orton keeps his account, as well as .
The family checking and savings will be divided down the middle, 50/50. Any
objections?” he asked, looking at both parties, to which both shook their
heads. Mrs. Orton
“Alright, that matter is settled.” he said, stamping a packet of papers, before picking up a large yellow envelop. “These are the results of the paternity test for one,
, born on July 12 of 2008.
The father on the birth certificate is listed as one, Randal Keith Orton.” Alanna Marie
He removed several papers from the envelop reading over the papers before looking up at
and then to Randy. He sighed as he
cleared his throat and adjusted his glasses once more before continuing to read
from the paper.
“Two men were tested, both listed as Randal Keith Orton and Trenton Quincy Arnold.” the judge said, looking up to
Sam's side, where Trent
was seated directly behind her. “I take it that you are ?” Mr. Arnold
Trent replied, standing up.
“And do you want this child to be yours?” the judge asked, as
Randy looked on.
Trent said, nodding his head
as Sam smiled at him.
“Well, come forward, son. I think you will want to hear this.” the judge replied, staring back at the papers.
Randy felt the colour drain from his face, as
entered the gate and took his place beside Sam.
He closed his eyes, as Leanne leaned
forward and sighed before grabbing his shoulder firmly. He shook his head as
the tears lined his eyes, knowing the results of the test before they were even
“In the case of paternity of
Alanna Maria Orton ,
it states that you can NOT be the father.” the judge said looking up to Mr. Arnold Randy.
“In the matter of paternity for
Alanna Marie Orton ,
it states you are clearly 99.9% the father.” the judge said, smiling at him,
before turning his attention back to Mr. Orton Sam.
“I hope you have learned your lesson about the trials and error of life. This
man almost had his daughter ripped from his life. Clearly he is happy with the decision
and the outcome of the court. Is there anything further?”
“Actually, sir, there is.”
said, standing up. “I would like to contest custody and file a petition for
full parental guardianship of my daughter.” he said, the smile never leaving his
“Alright, now that we can do.” the judge agreed, as he wrote some notes down on his papers.
“Randy, what are you doing?”
asked, turning in his direction.
“I will not allow you to rip my heart out again. It happened once, and
Samantha, as God
as my witness, I will fight you tooth and nail for custody. She is my heart,
and I have never done her wrong like you have.” Randy
“It was a mistake Randy.” she pleaded, looking at the judge, an embarrassed look on her stressed features.
“That isn't my fault or my concern now. If it was a mistake, it wouldn't have went on for 2 years, Sam.” he whispered, before sitting back in his chair.
“Alright, for the time being, we have to decide who will have custody of the infant until another trial date can be set for custody.
, where do you currently live?” he
asked. Mr. Orton
“I'm living with my parents at the moment, until I have my house redecorated.” he answered, glaring at
.....” Mrs. Orton
“It's Speno. Miss. Speno.” she corrected.
where are you currently living?” he asked. Miss Speno
“I'm living with my boyfriend at the moment.” she answered.
“I take it that would be
he asked, looking over his glasses. Mr. Arnold
“Um, yes.” she answered, looking at
“Alright, I find that the child should reside with
until further notice. Mr. Orton , you may have weekend
visitations with your daughter. Starting from Friday at 6:00 p.m. until Sunday
at noon, at which you will return the child to Miss
residence. Is there any questions?” the judge asked, looking around. Mr. Orton
“No, sir.” both lawyers responded before the judge smiled and nodded his head.
“Court is adjourned.” he said, standing.
The warm air hit their faces immediately as
Randy turned to face her, wiping the tears from her
cheeks. He gave her a small smile before embracing her tightly and spinning her
“Did you see
face?” Leanne asked as they pulled
“I know. It feels good to get revenge, but even better knowing Layni is coming home with
he said, cupping her face in his hands. “Thank you for being here.”
“Randy, I told you...” she said, before he placed a finger over her lips, silencing her.
He leaned in slowly, his heart racing wildly. He felt her gasp, as his lips brushed hers slightly before he pulled away. He looked into her eyes, and brushed the hair from her face, before claiming her lips once more. His tongue tickled her bottom lip, as he wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing her closer to him.
She moaned softly against his lip, before parting them, allowing him to do what she had longed for. She felt her knees beginning to shake, as he caressed his tongue against hers and pulled apart once more.
she whispered breathlessly.
“Thank you.” he whispered against her lips.
(Part 10 Saving
And clearly smitten with
when she was around.
“Randy, I hate to interrupt your bonding time, but
Leanne is on the phone.” Elaine said, touching her sons shoulder and handing
him the cordless phone.
“Thanks mom. You wanna sit with her while I take this in the den?” he asked.
“Sure son. Gamma wants to spend time with Layni, don't she?”
Elaine said playfully, as
she knelt beside the baby.
“Daddy be back, Layni.” he sang, as he kissed her forehead before quickening his pace through the kitchen. “Hey sweetie.”
“Um, hi.” she spoke, almost in a whisper.
“What's up? You alright?” he asked, taken back by the low tone in her voice.
“Ye-yeah, I think so. I just need to talk to you.” she answered, unsureness relevant in her voice.
“Lea, you're scaring me. Are you sure you're alright?” he asked again, taking a seat on the arm of the huge leather couch.
“Yeah, but can you come over?” she asked, her voice breaking.
“Um, yeah. Give me about 20 minutes okay?” he asked, standing once more as he made his way back through the kitchen.
“Alright.” she agreed. “Oh, please don't bring the baby.”
“Um, alright.” he hesitantly agreed before hanging up.
“Son, what's wrong?”
asked, noticing the look of concern and confusion written on his sons face.
I'm not really sure, myself.” he answered, finally looking at his dad. “She
asked me not to bring the baby.”
“Well, we'll keep an eye on her. Maybe she needs someone to talk to without interruptions.”
“Yeah, maybe that's it.” he said, shaking his head, as he grabbed his car keys from the side table by the door. “I'll be back as soon as I can.”
“Alright, honey. Call if you're gonna be late for dinner.”
Elaine called after him
before he could shut the door.
He jumped in the car, his mind racing into overtime. He recalled the tone of her voice, the low, almost whispered delivery and the shakiness that was there. He couldn't understand what could be wrong, considering they talked nearly every day on the phone if they hadn't saw each other. Their friendship was growing rather quickly, regardless of the kiss they shared after his appearance. She had opened up about some deeper secrets that she probably hadn't shared with anyone else.
They hadn't spoke of the intimate moment, and even
Randy had to admit he wasn't sure
where it came from or what came over him. He was sure she was just as confused
as he was, but still, the subject had never been brought up, even if it was
eating at him.
It was the large elephant in the room at times, but still, it was avoided.
As he whipped his SUV into her driveway, he noticed the back window of her car was shattered. He felt the colour drain from his face, as he parked the car in a hurry before cutting the engine and flying towards the front door.
He could almost guess why she had reacted the way she had on the phone. It realized it sounded of fear and terror now and he almost kicked himself for being so inattentive before.
He flung the door open without knocking and entered the large living room and slamming the door behind him. Almost out of instinct, he locked the dead bolt behind him, before turning around and walking slowly through the house. His footsteps echoed off the walls, as he looked around for any more signs of destruction.
He heard a small sniffle from behind him, as he turned and was met with the swollen, red eyes of
He shook his head slowly before closing the distance between them, wrapping her
into his strong arms, allowing her body to collapse against his.
She allowed the tears to fall, as her body shook from the sob coursing through her body. He stroked the back of her hair, as he held her closer, not wanting to let go.
he asked softly, wanting to know why she was crying, as he pulled her back
softly and looking into her tear-filled face.
“Randy, I'm sorry I dragged you into this.” she said, sniffling.
“Baby, what are you talking about?” he asked, taking a grip onto her arms preventing her from falling.
“It's all my fault.” she said between sobs.
“Honey, what's your fault?” he asked, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
She broke away from his grasp as she walked toward the coffee table and retrieved a small piece of paper before handing it over to
Randy. He looked at her with confusion
before glaring down at the scribbled sheet of paper.
The words filled his mind as he felt the first feeling of anger take over. He crumbled it up and threw it to the floor as his jaw tightened, understanding immediately why she felt to blame for everything. He ushered her to the couch before grabbing her and bringing her to his chest.
“This is not your fault.” he said evenly.
“I don't want to be the cause of you losing your daughter.” she said, looking up at him and moving back slightly.
“I'm not going to lose Alanna again.” he stated before cupping her face, forcing her to look at him. “But, I'm not going to lose you either.”
“Randy, I can't....” she started, before he held up his finger.
“If they want a fight, that's what they'll get. I'm sorry about your car, but there is nothing that's gonna make me turn my back on you, Lea. I mean that.” he said, staring into her eyes.
Trent, he apparently wants
me to suffer for his stupid actions. And Sam...”
she said, trailing off. “...apparently, she's trying to get even with me for
being- for being... whatever we are.” she said, throwing her hands in the air
“What do you mean by that?” he asked, wanting to hear her reply.
“I mean, we were friends and then we kissed and now...” she said trailing off and turning away from him. “...now, I don't know what we are!”
“Me either.” he whispered.
“But I know if I have to be honest with myself, I can't look at you and tell you that I don't feel something there...” she said, turning back around to face him. “...because I do.”
“I do, too, Leanne.” he said, stepping towards her.
“So, what does that mean?” she asked, running a hand through her long tresses.
“I don't know, but why don't we deal with
Sam and Trent
and then we'll talk about you and me, alright?” he asked, arching his brow
before bringing his hand up and stroking the side of her cheek.
“Alright. What do we do about this?” she asked, looking around.
“You go upstairs and pack some stuff. You're going back to my parent’s house with
couldn't.” she said, stepping back and shaking her head.
“I will not take no for an answer. My parents won't either, especially after I explain the situation. We've got plenty of room and I will not return home worrying about you. At least at my parent’s house, someone is always there. You won't be alone and they won't mess with you.” he said, grabbing her hand. “Please don't make me worry about you, honey.”
She sighed and looked around once more before returning her gaze back into
pleading eyes. She released a weak smile before shaking her head.
“Randy, I don't want you to lose your daughter. What if I am the reason....”
“No! No, you're not. Do you think the judge would give me temporary custody of her if he thought you were going to risk her safety or health? She would have went back with
Randy said, trying to reason with her.
“Yeah, I guess so.”
said, sounding defeated.
“Now, come on. Get some clothes packed and I'll call my parents.” he said, smiling weakly. “My mom will be mad if we're late for dinner.” he said, arching his brow.
She smiled at him and rolled her eyes, before embracing him and sighing.
“Alright.” she agreed.
“You're not in this alone. Remember me telling you that?” he asked, as she shook her head silently.
“I know.” she said softly.
“I meant that.” he spoke just as soft, as he closed the distance between them, bringing his finger under her chin, their lips mere inches apart. “If what we have could develop into something more, I'm not going to let anyone stand in the way, alright?”
“Alright, Randy.” she said, shaking her head.
He brushed his lips delicately across her, sending a set of shivers to course up and down her spine. He felt her knees giving weak as he wrapped his arms around her waist, evening her balance and bringing her even closer. He pulled apart from her and stared into her eyes, before brushing her hair from her eyes.
“We'll talk about you and me later.” he whispered, his breath hitting her neck, sending a new set of chills through her body.
“Alright.” she agreed, before breaking his hold and heading up the stairs.
He watched her climb the steps before pulling out his phone and dialling his parent’s number. He knew they would have no problem welcoming her into their home, especially given the nature of the threats she was getting. It would given them time to assess the relationship they had going on and decided rather it was worth exploring or remain friends.
As he explained the situation to his parents, he saw her descending the stairs once more, a smile spreading across her face as she looked at him. He returned to smile before hanging up with his mom and shaking his head.
“I told you they wouldn't have a problem with it. My dad is already setting the spare bedroom up for you.” he said, grabbing her hand and leading her out the door.
“Thank you, Randy.” she said, stopping him as he turned around to face him.
“Hey, you saved
me.” he said, his lips softly touched hers
once more, before he pulled back and smiled. “Now it's my turn to save you.”
(Part 11 Wonder)
It had been an eventful evening at the
Orton house. After the dinner dishes were cleared and washed,
they had retreated back to the family room, where Randy
had placed Alanna in her play pen and the adults turned to watch Monday Night
He wasn't even aware of
liked wrestling. The conversation had never really came up before, which he had
to admit, he liked. It gave him a sense of humanity that he hadn't felt since
his popularity within his profession had rose.
He watched intently, realizing for the first time since his short hiatus that he had actually missed travelling and performing. It had been nearly 2 months since he had been away from the ring. He knew he was becoming stronger and more stable by the day, but it pulled at his heart that he would be returning soon.
Leanne called out, before her hands
covered her mouth and she looked around the room, trying to hid the
embarrassment that now coloured her cheeks.
“Honey, don't be embarrassed!”
Bob said, patting her knee softly. “If you didn't
know already, we're a wrestling family.” he said, releasing a deep laugh, in
which Randy and Elaine
huh?” Randy said, finally speaking up.
“Yeah.” she said softly, the redness still plastered across her cheeks. “What?”
“Nothing.” he replied evenly, still smiling slightly. “I just didn't realize
was your favourite.” he replied, jokingly.
“Is someone jealous?” his mother asked, standing up and grabbing her husbands coffee cup.
asked, huffing at the statement.
.” Mr. Ego Elaine said, smiling.
“Why would I be jealous?” he asked, averting his attention back to the screen.
stated, as she disappeared into the kitchen.
She bounced her gently, patting her back in an effort to quiet the tiny baby, and after a couple seconds, Alanna pushed her little head upwards from
shoulder and smiled. Randy sat back,
watching the two intently, the scene pulling on his heart strings.
“Would you make me a bottle? I think she's hungry.”
Leanne asked, smiling sweetly
“Um, yeah sure.” he said, standing to his feet, not taking his eyes off hers.
He gave her a small smile as he walked into the kitchen.
Leanne sat down in the rocker
and began rocked the baby slowly, stroking her cheek gently and cooing along
with her. Bob smiled and shook his
head, before clearing his throat, causing Leanne
to look at him.
“If you didn't have my sons attention before, you certainly have it now.” he replied, smiling, before he stood and headed towards the stairs, leaving Leanne to stare afterwards, the smile spreading across her face.
She hadn’t noticed
walked back into the living room, much less his holding the bottle out for her.
Her eyes were plastered on the stairway, still replaying Bob's
words in her head, the smile still spread across her face.
“What are you looking so goofy for?”
Randy asked, snickering lightly.
“Uh?” she jumped slightly, looking up at
Randy, the redness appearing in her cheeks all over.
“Oh, nothing. Just spacing out.”
“I'd say. You want me to feed her?” he asked.
“No, I've got her.”
said, looking at him, their eyes locking.
She could've looked into his eyes for the rest of the night, if it weren't for the squirming child laying in her lap, anxious to receive the bottle that
had outstretched. She finally accepted the plastic container and after
positioning Alanna in her arms, she slipped the bottle into her mouth.
“You okay?” she asked, looking up at him.
He realized this time he was the one caught spacing out. He simply shook his head, trying not to reveal that he too was thinking and lost in thought, perhaps reading into things more than he should have.
“Yeah, I'm fine.” he said, smiling sweetly. “After you feed her, it's usually her bath time, so...”
“I can give her a bath tonight if you like?”
“Are you sure?” he asked, scrunching his brow, remembering that just weeks ago, this was the same woman who couldn't even mutter his daughter's name without becoming angry.
“Yeah, if that's okay with you.” she asked.
“Yeah, that's fine. I'll take your stuff to your room while you do that. I'll have her stuff laid out in the crib for you.” he answered.
“Alright.” she replied, placing the child on her shoulder and patting her back.
He also knew that waiting to talk to her wasn't happening. He wanted to resolve things and clear the air once and for all. And tonight was as good a night as any.
“Oh, are you cold?”
asked as she watched the shivering baby give off another toothless grin. “Come
She picked the child up, drying her back and hair off, as she did so.
intently from the door, as he still wasn't able to think straight, much less
take his eyes off Leanne and Alanna.
It had done a number on him; more than he ever thought it would. He wasn't
upset with the feelings he knew had for her; confused and surprised was a
“Alright, baby. It's time for night night.”
Leanne said, placing the child into the warmness of
He watched as she wound up the mobile that hung over the crib. He felt his heart practically jump from his chest as she bent down and placed a small kiss on the baby's cheek before stepping back and flipping the night light on. She turned slowly, her eyes meeting
Randy's instantly. She smiled before looking at the
floor and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
“How'd I do?” she asked, finally looking back up at him.
“You're a natural.” he replied, smiling. “Perfect.”
“Thank you.” she whispered, placing a small kiss on his cheek as she inched by him and walked toward the spare bedroom.
“Lea....” he called after her before grabbing her wrist and turning her around.
“What is it
she asked, searching his eyes for the answer.
“Um, can we talk?” he asked, pushing his bedroom door open, not giving her much of an option as he escorted her inside.
He shut the door silently, careful not to wake anyone up and flipped the baby monitor on that laid beside his pillow. She chose his desk chair and straddled the back, leaning her head on the back rest and stared at him.
“What's up?” she asked, watching him pace the floor.
“I'm just trying to collect all my thoughts so I'll make sense to what I say.” he said, looking at her. He grabbed her hand and lead her over to the bed.
“Randy, you're scaring me. Why are you so serious?” she asked.
“I know we said we were gonna wait to talk about you... and me, but I can't, Lea. After watching you with Layni, I had all these thoughts rushing through my head all night, and I just don't wanna fight it anymore.” he answered, shaking his head.
“What are you saying,
“I don't even know myself, but you can't deny it and I can't deny it. It's there.” he answered, his eyes coming alive with his words. “Something’s there,
“I know, Randy.” she said softly, realizing where the conversation was headed now. “But, what are you wanting from this? I'm not a rebound relationship and honestly, if it was anyone else, I would be alright if I was just rebound.”
“And me?” he asked, sitting next to her and grabbing her hand.
“I couldn't take it. I honestly think I would go insane and... I don't know.” she said, looking up at him slowly and sighing.
“We're talking in circles, Leanne.” he said, laughing lightly.
“I know.” she agreed.
“What do we do?” he asked, the nervous feeling sinking within his stomach.
“I don't wanna lose you, either as a friend or... or... whatever.” she said, softly.
“What is whatever?” he asked, cupping her face in his hand. “Tell me what you're feeling. I need to know, Lea. Please.”
“I don't know,
I mean, this is a little too quick, don't you think? We both just had our
divorces finalized and we're talking about feelings and being together and...”
“So, you don't even wanna see if this is worth trying? To see if what we have is real?” he asked, releasing her hand.
“I didn't say that, but I'm scared and confused and....” she stuttered on her words.
“And you don't think I am? You don't think I get scared every time I'm around you and my heart jumps and skips a beat? You don't think I get scared when new feelings pop up and I wonder if it's even worth trying?” he asked.
“See, you just said it yourself. 'If it's worth trying!'” she said, standing up,
following her every movement with his eyes, not daring to move from his sitting
position on the bed.
“Yes, I do wonder if it's even worth trying, but then I wonder what if. What if we remain friends and don't give this a shot and then, we'll never know, Lea.”
said, grabbing her waist and turning her around to face him. “That's the
feeling that scares me the worst.”
He pulled her down towards him and they locked eyes. In that moment, nothing else mattered. They forgot
and Trent, the feelings of worry and
fear. They only felt the burning need and desire of each other and the wonder
that lie between them.
“Me too.” she said softly, before
Randy claimed her lips.
She moaned against his tender kiss almost instantly, not wanting to stop the urge any longer. He didn't allow her to as he deepened the kiss, as he laid back on the bed, her body pressed flush against his own.
she whispered breathlessly.
“I'm not taking no for an answer. I want this too damn bad.” he said, a fire burning his eyes.
“I wasn't going to fight that.” she said as she kissed his lips once more. “I was going to say that you're my favourite.” she said, breaking into a fit of giggles as he closed his eyes, smiling.
(Part 12 Dear Diary)
I haven't even wrote in this thing like forever, but I decided it might be the best way to get my feelings out in the open. I mean, we had somewhat of a break-through tonight, but I just couldn't go through with it. The temptation was almost too much to deny and at times, yeah, I gave in, but overall, I had to push him away and retreat to my own bedroom for the night.
Maybe coming to stay here for a few days was a bad idea.
I don't even know myself, but all I keep thinking about is the possibility of being a rebound or this... this dream not coming true after all. It's almost too good to be true, as if it's a dream in fact, and I'm going to wake up at any minute, completely heartbroken and left in shambles.
He just drives me completely insane with the way he makes me feel. I'm fine one minute, and even after I notice him, I'm able to keep my feelings at bay, but then, the closer he gets to me, the faster my heart races, the more the butterflies swim and the more my head spins. And then, when I look into his deep, baby blues, I get weak at the knees. And then, he has to touch me. I melt on contact and whatever I was thinking beforehand is lost.
What the hell is wrong with me? Am I insane? Have I lost it?
His daughter is so sweet and I feel in love with her the minute I held her. She has to most innocent face and the same eyes as her daddy. He is so proud of her and completely captivated by her. He is absolutely in love with her. That's another thing that gets me. Every time I see the two of them together, it makes my heart just swell. She is so wrapped up in her daddy, it's too sweet. It's almost like no one else matters.
I don't even know what to label it as. I'm so confused!
Tonight was insane. We talked briefly about our status, if there even is one, and the moment our lips connected, nothing else mattered. I mean, I felt so much; more than I ever have felt with anyone else, even
Trent, my own former husband, who
I thought I knew so well. But, Randy
has this presence about him, this smirk he gives off that just gets me going
and before I know it, it's too far for me to stop. The way he takes over a room
when he enters it, yet stares at me like no one else is even around. I felt the
tension between us, and yes, a great deal of that is sexual tension. But
something else is there, right? I mean, I feel it. It's so strong, he has to
feel it too.
Our conversation was coded tonight, almost. It felt like so much was going to be discussed but, it just didn't happen. And I must be crazy to push him back the way I did. I mean, we were really getting into it and I push him away.
I mean, my God, he has got to be the hottest creature walking the planet and I just tell him I can't do it. I've been able to have one night stands before, so sex for me is nothing, as long as I know the person, but apparently, somewhere along the way my own feelings got mixed up to where sex isn't even happening, even though I know it would be unbelievable.
And yet, I'm trying to get my feelings out and I'm just confusing myself even more. What do all these feelings mean? Am I falling for
? Does he even feel remotely half-way
the same or as deeply as I do? Randy Orton
Am I in love?
That just isn't conceivable. I mean, my divorce was just finalized and I'm talking about some other man as if I'm in love with him. I care for him, sure. I know that much at least. I guess I'm just getting the reality mixed up in between fantasy. He did tell me that his feelings were there too and that there was no denying it. He also said that the 'what if' factor scared him more than anything.
Is it worth trying? That's the question I've pondered for the last 7 hours. The one question that has deprived me of sleep all night long and has led me to write in this journal now. I noticed my last entry was from 2 years ago when I was still married to
It's odd because it's when I vowed I would continue writing in this book and when
I noticed the first signs of his cheating, apparently with Sam.
I wonder what
was doing around that time? I don't think he was even married at the time;
engaged probably, but I don't think they got married for another year.
So, am I crazy? Should I let my fears fly and just see what happens? Does
that? Does he even wonder the same things I do? Does he want more than just sex
or a friendship?
These are all questions I was fully prepared to ask him tonight, but instead, we had to kiss. We just had to kiss! And given the chance, I don't think I'm strong enough to find the courage in asking him.
“What are you doing?” came a voice from behind her.
She wheeled around, almost falling from the desk chair in the process. Her hair flipping to the one side, as she stared up at
Randy, her breathing somewhat laboured from the panic
of the sudden interruption. She hadn't even heard the door open or his
footsteps enter the room.
“Nothing.” she replied, smiling weakly.
“Well, I was just letting you know that breakfast is ready. I didn't mean to interrupt you, but mom wanted me to get you.” he muttered.
He shuffled his feet as he walked, his head hung low as he exited the door without another word.
watched him leave, realizing his sudden attitude change towards him. She sighed
heavily before standing and slipping the robe around her shoulders.
Breakfast did sound good. Anything sounded better than dealing with her emotions and feelings at the time being. Seeing as she had the remainder of the day off from work and meetings, she had the rest of the day to contemplate her relationship with
As much as she wanted it all to be done and over with, she knew she had to sort
through everything to get to the bottom of it.
He skimmed over the pages, feeling his heart beating and breaking, all at the same time. If he wanted answers the night before, after reading her diary entry, it did not help matters at all. She was apparently just as confused on the inside as she was giving off to him as well. He wasn't quite sure what to make of the journal log, only that it made him sick to his stomach, but happy at the same time.
There was one sentence, or question rather, that rang through his head above everything else that was written. The hopefulness of the possible answer made his heart jump, knowing it was exactly what he had been fighting with as well.
He suddenly got a sickening feel deep in the pit of his stomach as he heard someone clear their throat behind him. He closed his eyes, knowing who stood one feet away from him before he had the chance to turn around. And as he did so, he opened his eyes slowly, his eyes meeting with the icy blue stare of
“What the hell are you doing?” she asked, folding her arms across her chest.
Randy bit his bottom lip, his nerves swimming within him knowing he was caught staring at her personal feelings and thoughts. He knew he shouldn't have been so dumb to glance at her diary but, for some reason, he didn't take back what he did. He didn't regret his decision entirely until he saw the look on her face.
“Do you?” he asked, stepping dangerously close to her.
“Do I what?” she asked, giving him a confused, yet angered stare.
“Do you...” he began again, clearing his own throat before continuing. “...love me?”
(Part 13 Regrets)
“You didn't answer my question, Orton.” she said seething before reaching around him and snatching the book from the desk.
“Um, I-- uh..” he stuttered, not being able to make a clear, concise sentence, much less think of one.
“Well?” she asked, arching her brow.
“I, uh.. don't know.” he finally managed to mutter.
“You don't know?” she repeated, huffing at her own question. “I can't believe you, of all people,
you would read my diary!”
“I wasn't like I planned to read it,
Leanne. I mean, it was laying there and I guess I was
curious.” he said, shrugging his shoulders, saying the first thing that came to
“Curious? You were curious?” she questioned, shifting her weight from one foot to the other before folding her arms across her chest, the diary tightly clenched to her chest.
“Yeah, I was.”
“You have no right to be curious. I have been completely honest with you from the beginning. You've asked me a question and I've answered it honestly and to the best of my ability. Have I not?” she asked.
“Yeah, sort of.”
said, shaking his head, but becoming slightly irritated at his current
“Sort of?” she asked, taken back by his answer. “What the hell is that suppose to mean?”
“Well, if you were as honest as you say you were, there wouldn't be so much confusion for one thing.” he answered before he began pacing the room.
“That still doesn't give you the right to read my shit.” she fired back, throwing the book into her large purse before collecting the rest of her belongings from the night stand.
He wasn't sure if he should give her some space and let her cool down before they tried talking again or if he should press her for the answers to his burning questions that was still unanswered. He wasn't sure if he should ask what he had just moments before. For the first time,
Randy didn't know what to do when it came to a woman.
Before he and
got together, answers, questions and feelings never really mattered. It was
usually some random girl wanting to sleep with him because of who he was. After
he had met Sam, it was a little
different. Sure, they had arguments and disagreements, but it was so easy to
make up with her. Usually if Randy
started to get angry, she would beg and plead for him to calm down, saying she
was always at fault. He knew he had done his fair share of wrong doings in his
marriage, but at the time, it had calmed him down enough to where they just
moved on and forgot their latest spat.
And, if he was being completely honest with himself, he didn't really care how angry
would get with him. He always knew things would smooth out, sooner or later. He
didn't much care rather it was sooner or later, either. He just didn't care.
it was completely different. He felt awful for betraying her and he felt even
worse that he was the reason for her anger. Hearing her yell at him almost
broke his heart in two and he would give anything to have her in the position
she was in the previous night. Knowing he had to proceed more careful with her,
he knew that option was out.
He knew apologizing would help some, but it still wouldn't erase what he had done and what the outcome could possibly mean for the two of them. That scared him even more. He felt the sickening feeling wrap around his stomach, almost doubling him over.
“I'm sorry, Lea.” he said, inching closer to her.
“Don't...” she said, stopping dead in her tracks, her back facing him. “...touch me.”
“What can I do to make it up to you? I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't have done it.”
said, pleading with her.
“Randy, right now, I don't even know.” she said, continuing to pick the rest of her belongings up and place them in her overnight bag.
“Please, just talk to me.”
urged, touching her shoulder gently.
She felt his hand touch her shoulder slightly, and regardless of the chills that was sent coursing through her body, her anger got the best of her as she wheeled around and glared at him before grabbing his hand and throwing it back to his side.
stepped back slowly, his hands stretched outwards as he did so.
“Alright, I'll give you some space.”
Randy whispered, realizing he had pissed her off more
than what he originally thought.
“I know you will.” she seethed, grabbing her bag and flinging it over her shoulder. “I'm going home.”
“Lea, please, don't do that. I'll give you space. I won't bother you. I'll-- I'll...” he rambled, before she held her hand up and stepped forward.
“I frankly don't care what you do right now or what you will do to give me space. My decision is final. I'm going home.” she said, before pushing past him and making her way through the door.
He cursed at himself under his breath before turning around and grabbing her wrist, turning her around in the process. They locked eyes and
Randy wanted nothing
more than to kiss her lips and take her anger away. And to wash away the hurt
that was ridden in her eyes.
“Before you go, please answer my question.” he said softly, releasing her wrist.
she asked, readjusting the strap on her shoulder as she rolled her eyes.
“Do you love me?” he whispered, biting his lip.
She drew a deep breath in and closed her eyes, recalling the question over and over in her mind. They were both aware of the confusion that was between them, but
had asked a loaded question, filled with even more confusion and disarray.
She opened her eyes, her features softening, giving
Randy some hope in the
situation. Maybe things would be alright after all, he thought. It was only
after she muttered her next question and watched her walk down the steps that
his world came crashing down.
“Randy, how can I love someone who doesn't even trust me or my personal space?” she asked softly.
didn't see the tears running down her own cheeks as she flew down the stairs
towards the front door. He didn't hear the sob that she released once she was
safely outside. And he didn't realize her heart was breaking into a thousand
pieces as she dropped to her knees into the grass, allowing the tears to fall
(Part 14 Another Hearing)
She hadn't talked to
since the argument over two weeks before. She was upset and lonely not having
him around, but she stood her ground and even though her anger had subsided,
she was too stubborn to pick the phone up and call him.
Even though he had called numerous times, she refused every time to pick the phone up, in turn, letting the answering machine or voice mail tend to the call. The sound of his voice with each passing message about broke her heart, but she was hurt and saddened by
Randy's actions. Something held her back from picking
the phone up every time.
Aside from missing
like crazy, she missed seeing Alanna as well. She had managed to bond with the
baby since Randy had gotten temporary
custody of her and going without seeing her tore her up inside. It was
something that was unsettling at first, but after convincing herself that the
child had simply won her over and it was nothing more than that, she
compromised with the feeling and moved on.
She was still shaken by
last question to her. She had spent many hours pondering on his question, but
instead of coming up with a definitive answer, it only left her even more
confused with even more pressing question of her own. Ones that she knew Randy would be the only one to answer, or at least
subside her fears on.
As she placed her coffee cup into the sink, she glanced at the clock and realized she only had an hour until she had to be at the court house. She was especially dreading her day that lie ahead, but a promise was a promise in her book. She never broke them.
She slipped her purse over her shoulder and after grabbing her car keys, she slipped out her door and headed for her car.
had continued to mess with her since she had returned home, and it was
something she had learned to ignore and live with. She had got some sweet revenge
of her own, however.
She had been sitting up late one night, thinking over her relationship with Randy, when she heard noises coming from outside. After looking through the peephole of her door, she saw her ex-husband sneaking around her car, holding a large brick in his hand. She managed to slip outside and as she stood against the wall, she snapped pictures of him vandalizing her car. After filing a petition and taking him to court, he had to pay for the damages and somehow, he ended up spending 48 hours in jail.
It was a sweet victory for her; closure in some part. But, even with that aside, she didn't worry about him bothering her anymore. She hadn't had any more problems from him since, which put her mind to ease where Alanna and
Randy were concerned.
As she pulled into the parking garage, she looked around for the familiar SUV, knowing he would have already been there, probably going over the case with his lawyers before they were seen before the judge. She sighed, hoping everything went positively, before exiting the car and walking towards the large brick building.
She hadn't thought about what she would say to him was they saw each other, but she didn't have time to run anything over in her head, either. As she rounded the corner, she saw him leaned against the side of the building, a lit cigarette hanging from his lips, his leg bent and his body resting against the wall. She felt her breath catch in the back of her throat as her inside began to churn. She didn't have time to think of an ice breaker, as he turned and their eyes locked for the first time in weeks.
Randy asked, flicking the cigarette to
the ground before popping a breath mint into his mouth.
He continued to stare at her, slightly confused before pushing his form from the wall and standing upright. She made the first move and stepped forward, a small smile spreading across her lips. She slid her hands into her jean pockets as she stood in front of him, her eyes focusing on the green grass below.
“What are you doing here?” he asked.
She finally looked up at him, but the minute their eyes locked, she forget the question, much less the answer. She sighed and brushed the hair from her face.
“I made a promise that I would be here for you when the custody hearing came up and I'm not one to break promises.” she answered simply.
“Thank you for coming. It means a lot to me.”
Randy said warmly.
“I promised.” she repeated, shrugging her shoulders. “I'm here for Alanna.”
“Do we have to do this today?” he asked, staring off to the side.
“I didn't mean...”
“I just don't wanna do this today, alright?” he spoke softly, finally looking back at her, his eyes almost pleading with her.
“I'm sorry.” she whispered.
replied just as softly.
“We'll talk about it later, alright?” she said, her voice breaking slightly.
your up next.” his lawyer said, as he stepped outside.
said, turning towards the man. “You coming in with me?” he asked, looking back
“Yeah, if you want me to.” she stated, arching her brow.
“I'd like that.” he smiled.
“Now, there has been some additions to
Samantha's case, so we're going in there to listen to
her provisions. From there we can interject with what you want and don't want.
I just wanna let you know Randy, this
could get ugly but I'm on interested in that little girl staying with you.” his
lawyer stated, giving him a small smile.
“Docket XM-56834.” rang a voice from the large double doors.
“Thank you.” he whispered before turning back around and heading into the courtroom.
The gesture startled
somewhat, as she followed suit, lost in thought over the past 2 weeks. She had
much to think about and even though her current surroundings was not the proper
time nor place to think of such things, her mind continued to wheel around the
argument, the questions, the answers, or lack thereof, and Randy.
She knew she cared for him, and after seeing him on that day, her heart only yearned for him even more. She tried preventing it; tried pulling herself back and keep her distance, but every time he looked at her or they locked eyes, the electricity was too much to deny. The force pulling at her insides was something that couldn't be ignored.
She knew something was going on within her. She knew it was something she couldn't hold back much longer, but seeing as their current situation of no talking prevented her from admitting everything to him, she was left to shuffle through the mess herself. Sooner or later it would come out, she just didn't know how much longer she could keep it bottled in without exploding.
She realized she had missed half the proceedings that had been going on when she saw a flash of silver pass by her vision. She shook her head slowly before looking up.
lawyer had walked to the front, along with Samantha's
lawyer. She didn't know what was going on, considering her own mind had been
reeling and now, she felt guilty for being so inattentive.
actions closely as he leaned forward, his head resting in his hands. She saw
his foot bouncing nervously and knew something was going on that had his
insides twisting with nervousness.
She did the only thing that came natural to her, as she reached out and squeezed his shoulder gently. She felt him tense before relaxing a second later. Then, she noticed his once clear eyes burning with tears that threatened to fall. Her heart dropped at the sight, as she leaned forward, allowing him to take her hand in his own. He pressed her palm to his lips, laying a small kiss on it, before his lawyer returned, ending the small interaction between the two.
She leaned back and gave her attention to the judge, wanting to hear what his next words would be. He seemed to be pondering over the papers he was given before shaking his head and removing his glasses.
“Before a decision is awarded in this case, I have no choice but to grant
's request of temporary
custody. This is a two-week trial period, as was given to Ms.
by the Court at the previous hearing. Until a decision is met, he is granted
visitation rights that matched Mr. Orton 's. Weekends starting at on Fridays and not to extend
past on Sunday.” he
sighed before sitting back in his seat and turning from side to side. Ms.
“I will make a decision in two-weeks time, one of permanent proportions. At that time, I advise both parties to adhere to this hearing.” the judge said, glaring at
“Court is adjourned.”
said silently, as he stood from his seat, not wanting to be in the tiny room
He slammed the doors open and ran for the exit, needing fresh air now more than ever.
gave chase, following him closely, not sure of what his actions would be once
he was outside.
As she threw the doors open, she looked around, not seeing him at once until she turned to run around the side of the building. She almost bumped into him as she did so and as she watched, she knew the anger had resurfaced. He glared at her with hatred, the tears still evident in his eyes, before drawing a deep drag from the cigarette he had positioned between his fingers.
she said softly, reaching for him.
don't.” he warned, shaking his head. “Everything that touches me turns to shit.
don't say that. You know that isn't true.” she spoke, grabbing his hand.
His eyes focused on hers, the anger still building within, but she didn't care. She grabbed his cigarette and throw it to the ground before glaring back at him.
“Isn't it?” he asked, almost with an underlined tone in his voice.
if you're meaning me, I'm here, aren't I?” she challenged.
He sighed heavily before collapsing in her arms and holding her tightly, not wanting to ever let go. She allowed him to, as she melted against his chest and breathed in the familiar scent she had missed and longed for.
“Well, if this isn't sweet?”
voice rang from behind them, causing them to break their embrace and turn to
face the unwanted woman. “Sorry if I broke up a moment there.”
“What do you want,
Randy asked, pulling away from Leanne and stepping towards his ex-wife.
“Well, seeing as I have custody Alanna...” she said, trailing off.
spoke through clenched teeth.
“Whatever. Where is she?”
asked, looking around.
“Oh, I left her in the car while the hearing was going on.”
Randy said sarcastically,
glaring at her.
bellowed. “I knew you were an unfit parent, Randall,
but I never....”
Before she could finish her sentence,
Leanne stepped forward, balling her fist up and
drawing back before connecting with Sam's
jaw, sending the tinier woman to the grass below. She had heard enough from his
ex-wife and normally she would have stayed out of her and Randy's
affairs and conversations, but that was one thing she wouldn't stand for or listen
maybe many things. He isn't perfect, but Goddamn it if I will stand her and
listen to you call him an unfit parent, because that he is not!” Leanne yelled, before Randy
grabbed her arm pushing her backwards.
screamed as she collected herself from the ground.
just meet me at my parents house.” Randy
said, turning around, sending her a look of warning.
“Fine!” she huffed, as she turned on her heel and marched towards the parking garage.
“I don't even know what to say or if I should be mad or thankful.”
Randy said, grabbing
her hand and examining the damage.
“I'm fine.” she growled, trying to remove her hand from his, but to no avail.
“You should get ice on that.” he whispered.
“Randy, I'm fine.” she said, collecting herself and stepping back.
“Thank you for...” he said, snickering. “..for coming, I guess.”
“I told you I would. I don't break promises.” she repeated.
“I know.” he agreed.
“I'll see you later.” she said turning around.
Before she could move from her spot,
Randy spun her around. His hand stroked the side of
her cheek gently, as he brought her closer. She felt her breath quicken as she
watched him intently, not knowing what he would do next. He placed a small kiss
on her forehead before releasing her waist and stepping back.
“Thank you for taking up for me too.” he said smiling, before he turned and made his way to his car, leaving
Leanne to stare after him.
(Part 15 Numb)
It had been a week since the last hearing and after returning Alanna back to
Sam, Randy instantly went to his bedroom and laid on his
bed. He had a great weekend with his daughter, but it damn near killed him
having to give her back to Sam for
another week. He wouldn't hear the final results until the beginning of his
scheduled weekend visitation that next Friday. He wasn't sure how he would make
it through another week of hell, especially since he hadn't heard from Leanne either.
He thought for sure that they would have talked after the hearing. It seemed things were on the mending, but he was mistaken after she still refused to accept his calls or call him. He wasn't sure what else he could do, but even as he thought of her, his heart was breaking.
He was sure what he was feeling was love. And he was sure the thought would scare
which was the main reason why he hadn't told her. He wanted nothing more than
to confess his feelings to her, but he wanted her in his life no matter what.
Rather that was merely friends or more, he wanted her in some way or another.
As he rolled over in bed, he stared at the digital clock. It was still rather early to turn in for the evening. He decided to see what his parents were doing and as he descended the stairs, he was instantly sorry he had thought of the idea.
said, shielding his eyes from the display on the couch.
“Well, look who decided to join us,
said, looking up from the couch cushion.
“What the hell is going on?”
asked, turning around.
“Oh, son! You act like you've never see me kiss your mother!”
Bob bellowed, laughing
at his son.
“Yeah, but not like that. Gross!”
Before anymore could be said, the phone began ringing and
Randy was almost too happy
to run to the receiver and answer it.
“Hello?” he asked.
“Ra-Randy?” came the crying, shaking voice from the other end.
“Who is this?” he asked, startled by the sound on the other end.
“It's me. Sa-Sam. I need your help.” she sobbed.
I'm not interested.” Randy said
evenly, as he turned around, the phone cord wrapping around his waist.
“Well, I think you will be interested considering it has something to do with Alanna.”
said, the shakiness gone almost immediately.
“What's wrong with Alanna?” he asked, trying to stay calm, although his worst fears were coming true even as he asked the question.
“I don't know. She just turned blue.”
Sam spoke evenly before the shakiness returned in her
voice. “I'm so scared.”
“Did you call 911?” he asked, the feeling of panic coming over him. “Is she breathing?”
“I tried the baby CPR or whatever they taught us in the hospital but she isn't responding. I don't think she's breathing. I called 911 like 10 minutes ago.”
said, her voice breaking through the receiver.
have to stay calm.” Randy said,
finding a strength he didn't know he had. “You have to keep trying until the EMT's get there. Please!”
“Alright, alright.” she said, before the line went dead.
“I don't know what’s wrong but Layni is blue.
Sam called 911 but no one has responded. I'm going
over there. Meet me at the hospital.” he ordered as his parents jumped from the
couch, collecting their own belongings.
As he slammed the door, he reached for his cell phone, dialling the number he knew too well. He knew she would be awake and above all else, knew she would be there under the circumstances. He just hoped she answered.
After reaching her voice mail, he opted in not leaving a voice mail and slammed his phone shut before flipping it open once more and dialling to number to her home. He fire the engine to his SUV, listening to the monotone ringing before the answering machine picked up. He sighed as the recording rang through his ear and he cussed aloud.
“Lea, I know you're still pissed off at me, but I really need your help. Something’s wrong with Layni and I need your help.” he screamed through the phone before he slammed it shut and sped through the light at the intersection.
He didn't even care that he had cut people off. His daughter was in need and that’s the only thing that mattered to him at the point in time. His mind began reeling from the thought of her in need and trouble to the horrible outcome of her dying. It was a thought he tried pushing from his mind, but was still present in his mind.
His phone began ringing, breaking his thoughts. As he looked at the screen he smiled, his anger subsiding for a brief second, after realizing it was
Leanne. He knew
she would return his call as soon as she had heard something wasn't right with
his daughter. The two had had a bond from the time Leanne
had held the tiny baby and he was relieved for it now.
“Lea, I know things are rocky between us but please...” he began, feeling the tears spring to his eyes. “...I need you.” he finished, in barely a whisper.
where is she? What's wrong?” Leanne
asked, already grabbing her keys and jacket as she flew from her front door,
making her way towards her car.
“I'm not real sure.
called and said something about her lips being blue and she wasn't...” Randy stopped, not being able to finish his sentence,
the emotion of the situation finally getting to him as he slammed his palm
against the steering wheel.
“She is what?”
found herself yelling as she peeled from her driveway. “ Randy?
She is what?!”
“She isn't breathing, Lea!”
screamed, his voice breaking as the tears falling down his cheeks.
“Oh my God.” Lea whispered, letting his words echo throughout her head.
She tried thinking of something positive to say, but considering the grave news, she couldn't think of anything to offer that would help him. It scared her to no end. She couldn't imagine what
Randy was thinking or feeling in that moment.
“She called 911, right?”
“Yeah, she said she did. I'm on my way to her place now. Please, Lea, meet me at the hospital.” he pleaded, as he sniffled.
“Yeah, I'm on my way now.” she said, finding the tears evident in her own eyes. “I'll be there.”
He rounded the next corner and flew into
Sam's driveway. The bouncing red lights from the
ambulance blinded him momentarily. He flung his door open, the engine still
running as he ran into the house, preparing himself for the worst.
He stepped inside, the scene in front of him taking his breath as he stepped backwards, his hand covering his opened mouth. His tiny, infant daughter was spread motionless across the floor, with several
EMT's crowded around her, each doing various things
to resuscitate her.
“Are you the father?” came a voice from beside him.
turned his head, his mouth and lips were numb and he did the only think he
could by shaking his head in response. The young EMT
squeezed his shoulder and looked at the small child before turning his
attention back to Randy, his eyes now
a swollen, reddened mess.
“I'm afraid...” the
started before Randy shook his head
and closed his eyes, warranting him to say anything further.
“Please, don't say anything.”
Randy urged, opening his eyes and looking at him.
“She's gonna pull through this. I feel it.”
Randy!” Sam said, running towards him and wrapping her arms
around her ex-husband.
“What the hell happened
he barked, finally finding his voice.
“I don't know.” she replied, her voice shaking slightly. “I told you, I laid her down and went to check on her and I found her like this.”
“Sir, she has been responding to CPR briefly, but then her body shuts down and she becomes unresponsive again. I'm not sure if this will have lasting effects if she survives.” the
repeated, looking at the man. “My daughter will be alright. She will make it!”
Before anything else could be said, he heard the loud cry from Alanna, as the
continued working rapidly to stabilize the small child again. Randy felt the
smile spread across his face as he pushed past Sam
and the EMT's and knelt beside the
“Hey baby.” he cooed, grabbing her small hand and placing a kiss on her forehead. “It's daddy. You're gonna be fine, sweetheart.”
The child quieted down as she stared at him. An
EMT administered more medication through her IV
before talking on his radio. Randy
continued to look at the baby hoping she would pull through and be fine.
“It's alright, sweetheart. Hang on, baby.”
Randy cooed softly.
“We're heading out now.” he finished through his radio. “Alright, let's pack up and head for the ER.” he ordered the others around him.
“I'm riding with her.”
stated, reaching for his daughter.
“Sir, we'll place her on a gurney.” the
EMT said, grabbing his arm.
“That's fine, but I'm riding with her. I'm her father and I will be there.” he ordered.
“We gotta go now.” he stated, as he lifted the small backboard Alanna was laying on and carried it to the waiting ambulance outside.
“I'm coming, too.”
called after the EMT's.
“Ma'am, we can only have one passenger beside the patient. You can follow us in your car.” the man stated, blocking her from the ambulance.
“But, she's my daughter.”
“I understand that, but her father is riding with her. You'll have to follow us in your car.” he said evenly before he closed the doors and ran for the driver’s seat.
“Sir, we have reason to believe that her mother may have had something to do with he reason she is in the state she is in.” the
“What are you saying?”
asked, narrowing his eyes at the large man.
“I understand you two are divorced. Is that correct?” the man continued.
asked, shaking his head, the anger setting in.
“Well, she told us you had the baby for the weekend and drop her off with her about 3 hours ago, right?” he asked.
asked, not understanding what was happening.
“And your daughter, she was a healthy child before tonight, correct?” he asked.
“Yeah. She's had no problems.”
“There has to be some sort of explanation as to why your daughter suddenly stops breathing. We're not sure what it is, but I'm letting you know that Child Protective Services will be at the hospital to investigate you both. If you know anything, I'd advise you to cooperate with these people if you want your daughter to return home and not be warded to the state.” he said, a sympathetic look on his face.
“But, I didn't do anything to her. She's my daughter!”
Randy practically screamed.
“I understand that, and the
EMT's have already notified CPS
of the situation between you two. I'm just saying, if you have any information
to offer them, you tell them. For her sake.” he said, before returning
attention to the chart that he held in his lap.
(Part 16 Here for You)
He paced the floor for what seemed like hours, and as he stared at the clock on the wall, he realized it had only been half that time.
CPS had instructed that no
one be allowed to visit the child until their investigation was complete. How
long that would be, Randy wasn't sure.
The doctors weren't talking much, either. They were told not to share information with anyone until further notice.
Randy wasn't even sure if his daughter was still
conscious, let alone alive. That fact scared him even more. All he wanted to
know was if his daughter was alright. He could at least breath easier if they
would tell him that much.
?” came a voice behind him. Mr.
He wheeled around, his eyes falling on a slender woman dressed a pinstripe suit and holding a clipboard. He instantly knew she belonged to
CPS and he knew his
turn had came to speak with them. He hadn't done anything to his daughter, but
something about the superiority made him completely nervous.
“Yes.” he spoke softly.
“My name is
I'm with Wilma Rogers CPS out of . Can I have a word with you for a
moment?” she asked, opening a door to her left. Jefferson County
“Can I ask you something?” he asked.
“Sure.” she said, offering a warm smile.
“I'm not real sure what this is all about, but you people have me completely nervous.” he said, running a hand through his short hair. “Is my daughter alright?”
“She's stabilized at the moment. She been able to hold consciousness and she's responding well to the IV medication.”
whispered, feeling a giant weight being removed from his shoulders.
Mr. Orton, we have reason to believe, or suspect I should say,
that is involved in your daughters ailment.
Can you tell us anything that would be of any help?” she asked, taking her pen
out, preparing to take notes. Ms. Speno
“I have no idea. I mean, I had her for the weekend and I dropped her back off at
around or so. She was
perfectly fine when I left. Around 8:30 or so, I got a phone call from Sam saying her lips were blue and she wasn't
breathing. Sam said she had laid her
down and when she went to check on her that's how she found her.” Randy said, recalling from memory his phone
conversation from earlier that night.
“And that's all you know?”
asked, looking up from her papers.
“I swear, that's all I know.”
Randy said, his voice slightly elevated.
, I understand there is a
custody hearing coming up this Friday, is that correct?” she asked. Mr.
“Yes. We had a hearing last week. The judge had granted me temp custody at a previous hearing until our next court date, which was last week. At that hearing, he gave
a 2-week trial period of temp custody before he made a permanent decision.” Randy answered.
“And do you know why he gave
a 2-week trial period?” she asked.
“I have no idea. I didn't wanna cause a scene so I figured I'd agree to the terms, take my visitations for 2 weekends and go back to court and hopefully get primary custody of my daughter.”
“Well, in the court papers, it says you broke the original custodial agreement for
visitations.” she recited from the paper she held in her hand.
“What? That's impossible!”
seethed. “ Sam picked her up the first
weekend on Friday and returned her before schedule on Saturday. I didn't ask
her why. I just took my daughter and went into the house. The second weekend,
she called and said she had something to do out of state and wouldn't be
picking her up at all. I was a little mad but I didn't argue. How did I violate
“Well, from what you told me, you didn't.
Sam's story is you refused her visitation. At least
that's what the court documents say.” Wilma
said, pointing to the paper, as Randy
skimmed through it.
“That is not true!”
said, practically yelling.
will be filing a petition with the court tomorrow morning. I am asking that
your ex-wife’s current custody order is revoked until further notice.” she
said, shoving papers back into the folder.
“And where does that leave Alanna?” he asked, his hands becoming clammy and sweat-ridden.
“Well, you could file a petition as well for sole custody at the same time. I don't see why the judge wouldn't grant you sole custody, given the circumstances. I'm citing it that your ex-wife was neglectful of your daughter.”
“I understand you're upset, sir.” she said, reaching over and patting his hand.
“Upset is one way to put it.”
Randy said, clenching his jaw as he wiped the stray
tears from his eyes.
“Now, after both petitions are granted, we will schedule an appointment where we do a follow-up at your residence. I understand you live on
with your parents, correct?” she asked.
“Yeah.” he said, shaking his head.
“As long as you cooperate and everything checks out, we will close the case. Now, when you file your petition, there will also be an ex parte order stating
will not be allowed within
200 feet of the child. She will not be allowed visitations and if we find her
guilty of neglect, if it's severe enough, charges will be pressed against her
and she will more than likely serve jail time.” she concluded. Ms.
agreed, his mind reeling from the massive amount of information he was
receiving. “Can I see my daughter now?”
“Yes, of course.” she said, smiling as she stood up. “Thank you for being so cooperative.”
“She isn't allowed in the room, right?”
Randy asked, as they exited back into the hallway.
“Um, no sir. She was escorted out by security a little while ago.” she explained.
Mrs. Rogers Randy said as he made his way towards
the waiting room.
Randy!” Leanne screamed, as she came running, flying into his
He was taken a back for a minute, but accepted the gesture. He clung to her for a second, needing to feel the warm embrace that he longed for and missed so much. As she pulled apart she kissed his cheek gently and smiled.
“How is she?”
“I got word that she is stable and doing well. We're allowed to go visit her now.” he said, smiling at his parents.
“We just saw two security guards escorting
Sam out. What's going on?” Elaine
“I'll explain later. Right now, I wanna go see my baby girl.”
Randy said, the smile
never leaving his face.
“You two go ahead. We'll wait here and visit her when you get done.”
Bob said, hugging
They exited the waiting room and made their way towards Alanna's room. He was happy to be seeing his daughter and just as happy that
Leanne was there with him. He
vowed to himself he would first make sure his daughter was fine, but
afterwards, he and Leanne would talk
to each other and resolve their issues. He couldn't go on much longer not
talking to her. His life wasn't complete without her.
He pushed the door open and entered the room, as his eyes feel on the tiny form in the crib inside. He smiled when she rolled over and looked at him, revealing her famous toothless grin. He ran to her and picked her up, the tears falling down his face all over.
watched for the door, her own tears falling from her face at the love Randy had for his daughter.
She couldn't be any happier for him and was relieved that his daughter was pulling through like a champion. She shut the door quietly and made her way to
side, smiling at the baby. Randy
placed a kiss on her forehead and place her back in the crib.
“I knew she'd be alright.”
said, crying harder.
Leanne said softly, extending her
arms, allowing him to step into her embrace.
His shoulders shook as the sobs riveted through his body, allowing him to let out all the pent up emotion he had stored over the last few hours.
“She's fine, Ran.”
“I know, I was just so worried. I felt so helpless when I walked into
earlier. I'm her father, Lea. I'm supposed to protect her.” he said, pulling
back from her and wiping his eyes.
“Yes, you are, but this is not your fault.”
They locked eyes as
brushed the hair from her face and stroked her cheek gently. She leaned into
his touch, almost begging him for more. He inched closer, closing the space
between them. Their lips were almost touching and the feeling of his breathing
hitting her neck was almost too much for her to take.
He ran his lips across hers gently, before grabbing her waist and bringing her even closer, deepening the kiss. She didn't object, as she wrapped her arms around his neck and moaned softly against his lips. He ran his tongue across her bottom lip, captivating her senses and causing her knees to grow weak.
“I'm sorry.” he whispered against her lips.
“I forgave you a long time ago.” she whispered back.
“I'm glad, because we've gotta talk about... this.” he said.
“I know. And we will. Tomorrow morning, okay?” she said, resting her head against his chest.
“What?” she asked, pulling back slightly.
“Stay with me. In the hospital tonight.” he asked again, arching his brow. “For Layni?”
“No.” she said, shaking her head.
He bit his lip and ran a hand through his short hair as he stepped back from her and sighed deeply. It wasn't the answer he was looking for, much less what he expected to hear. Before he could say anything else, she grabbed his hand and pulled him towards her once more.
“I'll stay for you.” she whispered before claiming his lips.
(Part 17 I Love You)
Well, we're talking. That's a start, I guess.
They had been talking. Quite regularly as it turned out. And at some points, he thought maybe it was enough. It was all he really wanted. Only now, he felt himself slipping even further into a place he never thought he would be again. A place where he had been before, but never to the extent he was at now. A place that was comforting, peaceful, exciting, yet scary, unknown and depressing.
He was in love.
And it should have been comforting and exciting for him; not the opposite. The only reason it was so scary, foreign and depressing was because they still hadn't talked about their feelings, much less discussed their relationship.
wasn't sure how much more he could take before he exploded.
He had decided to stop beating around the bush and explain everything. He couldn't put it of any longer. He wasn't sure if
Leanne felt the same way, or even wanted to talk
about the situation, but after arranging his planner and setting it up for his
parents to keep Alanna for the night, there was no turning back.
He would worry about everything else later. He would be returning to the road later than what he thought. After he was awarded sole custody, with no rights given to
he decided to take an extended break, something that was much needed. His
daughter was only 5 months old. She needed him now more than ever. He refused
to push her to the back burner or take her for granted.
The realization of her being in the hospital, hanging onto her life by a thin string was an eye-opening experience for him. It putting everything in his life into perspective real quick. Including
He listened to the ringing from the phone, hoping she would pick up and he could avoid another voice recording. He had already tried to call two times before, but she hadn't picked up.
“Hello?” came the breathless voice from the other end of the phone.
“Were you having sex again without me?” he asked, laughing.
Orton. No, I
just stepped out of the tub when I heard my phone going off.” she answered.
that's a great mental image for me, but please, don't torture me.” he joked.
“You're such a perv.” she shot back. “So, what's up?”
“Well, I was calling to see what you were doing tonight.” he said slowly.
“Um, nothing that I know of, why?” she asked.
“Well, would you wanna come over to my place, spend the evening together?” he asked. “Maybe have some dinner or something?”
“Uh, yeah, we can do that.” she said softly. “Wait. You're place?”
“Yeah. I just had the finishing touches put on it a couple hours ago. So, I can officially show you around.” he said, chuckling.
“Alright. I'll see you around 7 then?” she asked.
“Yeah, 7's good, Lea.” he said, shaking his head seeming please with himself.
“Alright. 'Til then.” she said, hanging up.
“Yeah. 'Til then.” he repeated, as he flipped his cell phone shut.
He still had to pack an overnight bag for Alanna, but that wouldn't take him any time at all. He was more concerned with everything going off well between him and
He hadn't planned things out too much. The only thing on his mind was talking
with her and finally getting his feelings out in the open and hopefully, her
sharing her side as well.
He figured he could just order in to save time, something he needed plenty of right now. After looking at the clock, he realized time was not his friend. He had only 2 hours before it would be 7:00 and getting Alanna dressed, packed and dropped off would at least take an hour.
He let his mind wander to what he would say to
Leanne. He knew the just of everything, but putting
it into words had never been his strong point. He was usually the type of
person who cut to the chase and laid it out plain and simple. But, with
Aurorah, she deserved so much more. She at least deserved to know how he was
feeling. Not just the simple line of being attracted to her and wanting to see
where things could go if they gave it a shot.
He sighed, realizing he had a lot more to think about before she arrived. The waiting would kill him, but knowing he would have to sort through his mind and come up with the right words, waiting wouldn't be that hard.
The rain hadn't let up any since he had dropped Alanna off earlier. He paced the floor, looking at the clock over and over. She was well over an hour late and after the first 20 minutes went by, he knew she wasn't coming. It was more than he could take, but still, he waited, for the off chance she would show up.
He everything planned out in his head. He knew exactly what he was wanting to say. The words would come out when he needed them to. For now, he had everything sorted and her being late only added to the anxiousness of him telling her everything. For
it was about coming clean with every last emotion he had held inside for too
He sighed, realizing the only thing left to do was drive to her house and make her listen. He knew she was stubborn and making her do something she wasn't looking forward to would be like pulling teeth, but he was willing to do just that if push came to shove.
As he ran down the stairs, preparing to run to the car, he stopped instantly. Standing in front of him was
her clothes clung tightly to her slender frame from the downpour.
“What are you....” he began, his sentence hanging in the air.
“I'm here. I just didn't have to courage to come inside.” she said, giving off a weak smile.
He gave her another confused glance, giving her body a once over. Even drenched to the bone, her hair a wet, matted mess, he couldn't help but noticing her natural beauty shining through.
“Do you wanna go inside?” he asked, not taking his eyes off her.
“Randy, how did everything get so.. so confusing?” she asked, turning from him.
I don't know, but we can fix this.” he said, following behind her.
she asked, turning back around to face him.
“Don't you think we can? I mean, if we both want this...” he said, throwing his hands behind his head. “...Damn it, Lea.”
Tell me.” she
said, before her voice got louder. “Tell me!”
“Tell you what? Tell you that.. that I'm scared shitless because my heart beats for you! I have no idea who am without you anymore. I told myself I would never fall for someone again. After
Sam, I was sure I wasn't going to love anyone except
my daughter. I would put all my time and effort into her and hope and pray she
became a good girl. But, then you came along. And the scary thing is, I don't
even know when I feel for you. I don't know because with you, it didn't even
feel like falling.” he screamed, his emotions finally coming out.
“Randy, what are you saying?” she asked, stepping forward, a smile playing at the corners of her lips.
“I'm saying I... I'm saying...” he stuttered, as she reach for his cheek. “Please, dear God, don't touch
me.” he said, grabbing her hand softly.
She tried jerking her hand away, clearly confused by his statement. He closed his eyes and sighed, realizing how his sentence had came out.
“I didn't mean it like that.” he said, holding her hand firmly in his. “I mean the moment you touch me, everything fades away, including my thought process. I want to get this out before you make my heart stop beating.”
Her bottom lip started to quiver. She felt her heart race and she was awaiting his words anxiously. She had waited to hear him utter them, but she never knew it would feel so good, almost painful.
“Tell me, please.” she whispered, stepping closer to him.
He sighed, as he looked at the ground. He wanted to say it with everything in his being. He wasn't sure what was holding him back. Was it his own fear? Was it the fear of failure? Was it simply being afraid of being in love with someone so much that it hurt?
“Do you love me,
she asked, cupping his face in her hands, forcing him to look at her.
As he raised his head slowly, she noticed the tears dancing in his eyes. She cocked her head to the side, as her own tears burned her eyes, threatening to spill over. He bit his lips nervously, and sighed deeply before shaking his head slowly.
“Yeah, Leanne.” he said looking at her. “I love you.” he whispered.
“I don't think I heard you?” she said, the smile growing on her face.
He kissed her lips softly, bringing her wet body against his own. He held her against his body, not wanting to let go.
“I love you.” he repeated, whispering against her lips.
“I don't think it's sunk it.” she said, smiling.
“Well, we've got plenty of time to make it sink in.” he said, kissing her lips once more.
“Randy?” she asked, pulling back slightly, giving him a serious look.
“What, baby?” he asked, searching her eyes.
“I love you.” she said, the tears spilling over.
He closed his eyes a moment, letting her words echo through his entire body. He sighed contently as he opened his eyes and smirked.
“I've been waiting for you to say that.” he said, smiling.
“Can we go inside?” she asked, before he claimed her lips once more.
She moaned against his lips, as he grabbed her buttocks and picked her up in one swift motion. He kissed her cheek and her jaw before finding the sensitive spot on her neck and sucking it gently, sending chills up her spine.
“God Randy.” she moaned softly, as he carried her in the house.
His hands gently touch her back as his lips sucked the pulse on her neck. His breathing was like a gentle hum against her exposed neck, something that was sending her over the edge.
He placed her back on the floor, long enough to rip the wet shirt from her body. He sighed, taking in the sight of her almost bare chest. His lips grazed hers again as he flipped the buttons on her jeans. He ran his hand through the belt loops as he slid them down her long legs before sending them to the floor with her shirt.
He kissed his way up her leg, letting his mouth hover over her inner thigh. She groaned loudly, as he grabbed the strings on either side of her hips and snapped them against her skin. She winced slightly before his eyes found hers. He looped his fingers through the straps and eased them off. He gave her a smirk as he claimed her lips again before easing her down onto the couch.
she said breathlessly.
“What baby?” he said, kissing her jaw and ravishing her neck with soft kisses.
“I can't take this.” she whispered. “Make love to me.”
“I love you.” he whispered.
“I love you, too.” she said softly.
She felt her bra come loose before his tongue found her breasts, causing her back to arch from the couch. She felt his hand run across her midsection, as he continued the assault over her breasts. She tugs at his pants, suddenly realizing the sensation burning more.
He claimed her lips again, as she undid his pants and helped him slid them to the floor. He peeled his shirt off, revealing his chiselled chest. She ran her fingers down his back, causing him to throw his head back in pleasure.
He brought his lips to hers once more before kissing the length of her body, his tongue coming to rest between her legs. She shivered slightly as he placed a hand on each of either thighs, pushing her legs apart. In another second, she felt his tongue tracing over her. She gasped with pleasure, her back coming up from the couch once more.
“Randy!” she almost screamed.
Her fingers clinched the sofa pillow, her body trembling under his control. She felt her body moving with every gentle stroke of his tongue. She ran her fingers through his short, brown hair as her body tensed. In another second, she felt herself giving over to orgasm.
He claimed her lips once more, as he quickened his pace, sending her even further over the edge. He felt her nails dig into his back, causing his own moan to escape against her lips.
“Randy!” she screamed against his mouth.
“I love you.” he whispered. “I love you.”
“Baby...” she whispered breathlessly. “I...love you.”
He felt his body releasing slowly before she began thrusting her hips in sync with his. His lips covered hers as he exploded inside her. Their bodies slowing with every passing quiver.
Finally, after being spent, he kissed her forehead gently before falling beside her and wrapping his arm around her midsection. He sighed with contentment once more, as he ran his fingers through her long hair.
“What are you thinking?” he asked.
“Nothing really. Happy that we finally got to this point.” she said, yawning.
“I love you.” he repeated.
“I love you, too,
she said, kissing his lips gently before laying her head on his chest. Randy Orton.
(Part 18 Shock and Awe)
It had always been an mindless habit of his to lose his car keys or cell phone, and in this case, he had lost both. He and
Leanne had decided on a weekend get-a-way and leave
the hectic life behind, at least momentarily. Of course, he was running behind
schedule, and he knew, without a shadow of a doubt, Leanne
was on time, packed and waiting for his arrival.
It was one of her traits he loved the most.
He stopped suddenly, hearing the distinct ring from his cell phone somewhere nearby. As he flipped the cushions from the couch, a smile spread across his face when he finally saw it. He picked it up and answered, knowing the ring tone instantly.
“This is Randy.” he spoke clearly.
How are you?” the voice rang from the other end.
Real good. How are things at the office?” he asked with a chuckle.
“Things here are going well.”
Vince replied, before clearing his throat. “I
received a report from your advisor. He says your classes are going well and
you are about finished.”
“Yeah, that's what they tell me. I have one more before it's completed.”
“Well, I was calling to set up your return date. I know things are still a little shaky back home. I talked to your dad and he filled me in a little. When do you think you will be comfortable in returning?”
“Honestly, sir, there's been so much going on, I hadn't given it much thought.”
said, sitting down and exhaling a deep breath.
asked, a hint of concern coming from his voice.
“Not that I don't. It's not like that. But, with classes and appointments and...”
Vince finished for him.
“My dad has a bigger mouth than I thought.”
Randy said, laughing.
“He mentioned her in conversation. I'm happy for you.”
“Thank you, sir.”
said sincerely. “I have a few more appointments I have to meet by the end of
the month for my daughter before I can really set anything into stone. I am
excited about returning, though.”
“Glad to hear that. How 'bout we schedule an appointment for next weekend, say...”
began, as he trailed off. “...next Wednesday for 4:00. Does that sound good?”
“Yeah, yeah. Sounds good.”
said, shaking his head in agreement.
“Alright, we'll see you then.”
Vince replied. “Oh, and Randy?”
“Have fun this weekend.”
“My dad, right?”
asked, knowing before he even asked.
“How'd ya guess?”
said laughing deeper. “We'll see ya next week, son.”
said, snapping his phone shut.
He wasn't sure how to bring it up with
Leanne that he would be returning soon, especially
since they had just got together. Things were going great for the pair, and he
didn't want to risk losing anything with his return. They had only been dating
for six weeks, but it was the best six weeks he had had. He knew deep down she
would understand, but the fear of the unknown was still there.
He shrugged his shoulders, giving himself a mental note that he would talk with her about it before the end of their weekend. As he stood back up, he noticed his keys sitting on the entertainment stand and grabbed them before snatching his suit case and heading for the door.
His parents had agreed to watch Alanna for the weekend, which they couldn't be more excited about.
had hoped their weekend together would go well together, and for some reason,
he was sure it would. He couldn't explain the feeling that overwhelmed him, but
he sensed something big was going to happen.
She emerged from the bath and wrapped the large, terry-cloth towel around her body.
had told her to dress semi-formal and she was hoping the silver and black,
form-fitting dress she had chosen would amaze him.
She slipped the satin dress on and fixed her make-up in the bathroom mirror. Her mind quickly travelled to
and she felt her nerves starting to swim. She had something huge to tell him,
and she couldn't wait no longer. She knew had to tell him sooner or later
anyway, but his reaction was what scared her the most.
They had spent weeks of bliss together, and she didn't want to risk that at any cost. The thought of being without him frightened her to limits she had never known. She realized the importance of
Randy in her life was just as important as breathing;
he had became such a huge part of her life. Not just because she was in love
with him, but he had healed the biggest part of her heart she felt was lost
He had picked her up when she was down, been the shoulder she needed to cry on and been her saving grace many times; and for her, this all happened before they were officially together. She had forgave him for the reading of her dairy entry, but had he not done that, she couldn't help to think if he would have ever questioned her. She had thought about it time and time again and still, she wondered if the dairy hadn't been the ice breaker for them.
She knew they would have eventually ended up together, but the way things happened between them, she didn't regret a single thing.
Her heart was aching to see him, but at the same time, she had to rethink her words in her head. She figured a few hours alone would help her do that, but it only made it worse by the overwhelming amount of feelings she had by wanting to see him.
As she slipped her heels on, she sighed and grabbed her purse. She was going to be a few minutes late, but after thinking to herself of his usual lateness, she didn't feel too bad about it. It only made her snicker at her own joke.
She slipped the white envelop into her purse before shutting the door behind her and stepping into the elevator. Her heart still ached as she watched the numbers counting down, and to her, it seemed like years before the doors would open again. But, finally, they did and as she stepped into the lobby, her eyes met his.
A smile plastered across his face, she couldn't help but run into his awaiting arms and plant a sweet kiss against his neck. He shivered slightly before picking her up, clinging to her, signalling he had missed her just as much.
said breathlessly, as his sentence hung in the air.
“Thank you.” she whispered. “You clean up nice yourself.”
“I try.” he shrugged, giving her a smirk before extending his arm. “Care to join me?”
“Yeah! I don't want anyone else snatching you up!” she said, smiling.
“Baby, you have nothing to worry about.” he said, as he leaned in towards her ear. “I'm yours.”
The words rang through her head, making her heart jump and race even more. She couldn't help but smile brighter as he led her to a secluded part of the hotels restaurant and helped her into her chair.
“You really do look amazing.” he said, as he sat across from her.
“Thank you, again.” she said, smiling.
“You alright? You look a little pale.” he asked, his hand reaching across the table to grab her shaking hand. “You're shaking. Lea, are you okay?”
“Yeah, I'm fine.” she said, shaking her head slowly before making eye contact with him. “I've just got a few things to tell you and something I wanna show you, that's all.”
“Is it something bad?” he asked, as he bit his lip.
“No, no!” she said quickly before exhaling deeply. “I don't think so.”
“Baby...” he said quickly, before taking the seat next to hers and pulling the chair closer to her. “...tell me. What's wrong?”
She knew she couldn't hide it any more, as she released her hand from his, giving him a soft smile. He watched her intently, his heart racing wildly. She pulled the envelop from her purse and handed it to him. He gave her a confused look and went for it, until she pulled back.
“Before... I give you this.” she said slowly, pulling it back slightly. “Please know that I love you,
This doesn't change anything on my end, alright?”
“Alright...” he said uneasy, still giving her a confused look.
“Say it, please.” she said, closing her eyes.
His lips touched hers gently before he pulled back and cupped her face in his hands, causing her to open her eyes and stare at him. He tilted his head to the side, smiling weakly.
“I love you, sweetie.” he said, kissing her softly once more, before she handed him the envelop.
She began wringing her hands together, the sweat forming on her forehead. He continued to look at her as he unsealed the envelop and pulled the content from inside and laid it on the table. His eyes finally feel to the item before his eyes grew huge.
His body crashed into the back of the chair, his eyes not leaving the applicator that lay a few inches in front of him. She closed her eyes, not knowing what the expect. She felt the warm tears threatening to fall, but she warranted them off. She rested her elbows onto the table, her hands covering her mouth as she opened her eyes slowly, her attention resting on
“What...” he whispered, as he finally looked up at her, a look of shock written on his face.
“I... I don't know.” she stumbled, as she ran her fingers through her curls.
“Oh my God.” he said softly, before he ran a hand through his hair.
“Is this good or bad?” she asked, not really wanting to know, afraid of a negative response.
“How.... and... when?” he asked, still confused.
“I... don't know.” she whispered again.
“But....” he started, still not being able to form a sentence.
She sighed heavily, becoming agitated by his lack of words. She bit her own lips, realizing her news was being taken worse than what she thought.
“So, is this how you acted when
Sam told you?” she asked, finally finding her voice.
“What?” he asked, bring his eyes to meet hers.
“I mean, this is good, at least I think it is. A little quick, but sometimes, you don't plan these things to happen. And... I thought you loved
she asked, her thoughts coming quickly.
I do. I love you.” he said, grabbing her hand and bring her palm to his lips,
kissing it gently. “I'm just.... shocked.”
“Yeah, among other things.” she said haughty.
“I just don't know what to say. I mean, I'm numb at the moment.” he said, shaking his head.
“Is this good for you,
Her question took him by surprise, as he pulled his hand back and looked at her. He couldn't believe she would ask such a question, but he realized his reaction to the news wasn't received the way she had expected, either.
“Of course this is good. I mean, shocking, but...” he said, a smile finally playing at the corners of his mouth. “...very good.”
“Yeah?” she asked, her nerves finally relenting some.
“Yeah. Are you sure?” he asked, smiling bigger.
“Yeah, I think so. It's been 3 weeks.” she replied.
He grabbed her from her seat, picking her up and spinning her around. She giggled against his neck before he placed her back down and kissed her longingly. As they parted, she noticed the tears falling from his eyes and smiled.
“So, you're happy?” she asked, as they sat back down.
“Yes!” he said, shocked. “Of course, I'm happy! I'm gonna be a daddy, Lea!”
she said, laughing.
“How do you feel?” he asked, rubbing her stomach gently.
“Queasy, tired and... excited.” she said breathlessly. “Layni's gonna be a big sister.”
“I know. And this pales in comparison what I was gonna ask you.” he said, taking her hand once more.
“And what were you going to ask me?” she asked, curious about his question.
“Would you move in with me?” he asked, still smiling.
“Yeah, I think that could be arranged.” she said, smirking.
“This happened so quick, didn't it?” he asked, sitting back.
“Do you still love me?” she asked, giving him a serious look.
“You're gonna have to do a lot more than being pregnant for me not to love you, Lea.” he said, laughing before his lips claimed hers.
She moaned against his lips, realizing she had missed his touch after being away from him for so long. He rested his forehead against hers, the two enjoying the moment before
grabbed her hand and led her towards the exit.
“What are you doing?” she asked, laughing slightly.
“We can order in.” he said, grabbing her waist and bringing her towards him once they entered the elevator. “I wanna be alone tonight with the mother of my baby.”
She smiled up at him before touching her lips ever so slightly against his, sending chills to course through his entire body.
“Thank you.” he whispered into her mouth.
“For what?” she asked, pulling back slightly.
“For giving me another baby, for making me a daddy for the second time....” he said, kissing her softly. “...and for showing me what true love is.” he finished as his lips caressed hers once more.