Disclaimer: I know none of the wrestlers have came into the story yet but they will...

Author's Note: Just another story idea I got while sitting in one of my BORING college classes please read and review and tell me if I should continue with it or not. Thanks!

I glared at the tv. I don't why I even watch it anymore. Wait, yes I do and that's because of Randy Keith Orton, my former best friend. I don't even like him anymore, I just don't want him to get hurt and not know about it.

I turned the tv off and sighed. I knew that wasn't really Randy because the Randy I knew wasn't an asshole. Well he might be now; I haven't seen him since we graduated from high school.

"Mommy?" a little voice said from behind me.

I turned and saw my son, Aiden Keith Orton. Yes, he's Randy's son but Randy doesn't know about him. Aiden was a mistake; a very good mistake but still a mistake. Randy and I shouldn't have had sex on our graduation night. We were both drunk—wasted and couldn't control what we were doing. That's when I decided to stop talking to him and the fact that I heard him bragging that he had sex with the head cheerleader, which was me; his best friend.

I walked over to my son and kneeled down in front of him.

"What's wrong baby?" I asked.

"I couldn't sleep," he said, rubbing his eyes.

"Come on, you can sleep with mommy tonight," I said and stood up then took his hand.

I turned off all the lights then walked up to my room with my son's hand in mine. I turned the tv on as I put Aiden on one side of the bed and I got on my side and watched my son fall asleep. I studied his features as the tv light flickered on him. He had Randy's eyes, my nose, Randy's smirk, and Randy's head of hair. You couldn't even tell he was my child except for the nose and his attachment to me.

I smiled and watched a little bit of the news before drifting off to sleep.