I had this story idea while I was watching Summerslam last night...Please tell me how you like it! :-)
Randy Orton paced back and forth at the hospital waiting area for what seemed like and eternity. He normally didn't like hospitals, but this time it was different. He was going to be a father.
"Yo, man. Will you cut that out?" his bestfriend John Cena told him. "I'm starting to get dizzy watching you go back and forth."
"But she's been in there for almost 10 straight hours!" Randy complained. "I should be in there with her!"
"You know you can't," his Evolution teammate, Paul Levesque explained to him. "Trish is having a caesarian operation, remember?"
Trish's bestfriend Stacy Keibler, who also happened to be John Cena's wife, went over to where Randy was sitting. She put an arm around Randy, "Trish and the baby are going to be fine," she assured her friend. "She's a strong girl."
Randy looked at his friend and tried his best to smile, "I'm just scared, you know?"
Paul chuckled. He knew how Randy must be feeling because he himself has a 5 year old son and a 4 month old daughter with his wife, Stephanie McMahon. "You know what, Randy?" he said. "Your nerves are gonna get worse if you stay awake. Try to get even a couple of hours sleep. You've been awake since you brought Trish here."
Randy sighed. He knew very well that he can't argue with his friends, because they were right. Although he didn't feel sleepy at all, he agreed. "All right, I'll just close my eyes for a while," he said as he stretched out in the couch that was in the waiting area. As he closed his eyes, he allowed his mind to drift off to thoughts of Trish...
"Hey buddy," Trish approached him after his match with Evolution at Wrestlemania XX.
"Hey Stratus," Randy smiled as he approached his girlfriend, giving her a soft kiss on the lips.
"Umm, Randy? Can I talk to you in private?" Trish nervously asked him, while biting her lip, a habit she had when she was extremely nervous.
"Sure baby. What's up?" Randy said as he pulled her towards an empty dressing room.
"Randy," Trish said as she took a deep breath. "How would you feel if I told you that you're going to be a dad soon?"
A big smile spread across Randy's face. "You're pregnant?" he whispered.
Trish smiled. She was glad that Randy was taking this so well. "Two months," she finally said.
"Trish, I love you!" Randy said as he pulled her for a big hug. "You've made me the happiest man in the world!"
Randy opened his eyes and looked at his watch. "Only 15 minutes have passed?" he asked himself. He glanced over to his friends and saw that they too have dozed off. He smiled and closed his eyes, once again letting his mind drift off...
"Hey wifey," Randy said as he leaned over to kiss his wife on the cheek. She was sitting on a couch at her parent's house in Canada, where they were staying at the moment because of Summerslam. He then kneeled down and kissed his wife's very pregnant belly. "Hi baby."
Trish smiled and sat up straighter. She looked at her husband and saw the World Heavyweight Championship belt resting on his shoulder. "I'm so proud of you," she said while motioning her husband to sit beside her.
"Did you watch, babe?" Randy asked. Trish wasn't able to watch it live at the arena because she was already 7 months pregnant, and also to keep the fans from talking.
"Did you think I would miss watching my husband become the youngest World Heavyweight Champion ever? I don't think so."
Randy looked straight in his wife's big brown eyes, "I love you, you know that? And the baby too," he said as he touched his wife's belly.
"That reminds me," Trish said as she stood up to turn off the T.V. "We have to name her, you know. We can't go around calling her 'baby' for the rest of her life."
Randy raised his eyebrows, "Her?"
"I had an ultrasound earlier, and it's definitely a girl. Sorry to disappoint you, babe," Trish said to her husband.
"Are you kidding me?" Randy said to Trish. "I don't care! We're gonna have a baby, that's all that matters. And I love her no matter what. I'm gonna spoil her rotten," he teased her as he tickled his wife's waist, or where it used to be.
"So, what do you want to name her?" Trish asked him.
"Well, you're carrying her for nine months, you give her first name," he suggested.
"I've always liked the name Amber," she thought aloud. "You give her second name."
"I think let's name her after the place where you first told me that you were pregnant," he suggested.
Trish looked at him strangely, "You want to name our baby New York City?"
Randy laughed. "Madison, silly. After Madison Square Garden," he said as he took Trish into his arms.
"Amber Madison Orton," Trish said as she melted into Randy's arms. "I like it."
Randy awoke to John shaking him. "Wake up, man. Dr. Sanders is here."
Randy stood up and faced Trish's doctor. "Did Trish give birth already? How's the baby?" Randy asked. He noticed that all of his friends were also listening closely.
"The baby's fine. You have a healthy baby girl," Dr. Sanders said.
"And Trish? How is she? Can I see her?" Randy continued.
Dr. Sanders touched Randy gently in the arm, "Mr. Orton, she had a difficult time giving birth. She lost a lot of blood and she had a heart failure in the middle of the operation. We tried everything that we could. I'm sorry."
Randy felt as if the whole world crashed to his knees. "No," he whispered. "No!" he shouted as he walked over to the wall and hit it so hard that his fist split open. "No!" he cried as he collapsed to his knees and wept.
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