I know that I should be working on my other stories right now, but the first chapter of this story came to me so freely this weekend and I couldn't wait to post it. I hope you like it, so please read and review.

Chapter One: Yet Again

October 28, 2005

"Are you ready?" Paul asked her. Although those words in the ring were meant to be entertaining, Alex found them nerve racking. She looked up at him from her seat in the bride's room at the church.

She took a deep breath before nodding and standing up.

"Good, I'll tell him to come in."

She looked down at her trembling hands, waiting for her substitute father to walk in and give her away. She couldn't believe it. She was getting married to Randy Orton in mere minutes. The man that she used to find obnoxious, cocky and at times utterly disgusting, was the same man that she was about to vow to spend the rest of her life with.

"You nervous?" she heard a voice from the door.

"Very," she replied as Dave came in and enveloped her in a hug.

"Don't be. You two were made for each other," he smiled. "You look absolutely beautiful."

"Thanks," she blushed. "And thank you again for agreeing to give me away."

"It's not a problem, but there has been a question that has been lingering in my head for awhile now. Why did you choose me?"

"You're the reason Randy and I got together. You helped me understand what I didn't. You did the things that a normal father would do. And I will be eternally grateful to you for that."

"Well, it's definitely an honor to do something like this for someone who turned our young Randall around."

They were soon interrupted by a knock on the door and Payton poking her head in. "It's time, guys! Hurry up!" she said excitedly.

Dave just smiled and took her arm in his. They walked to the back of the church where Jayda danced around in her flower girl dress "Oh, you look so pretty!" she squealed when she saw Alex.

"So do you, Little Miss, but you got to go get ready to throw your flowers," Alex replied, smiling as the little girl bounced in front of everyone else.

As they watched the bridesmaids and groomsmen make their way down they aisle before them, Alex felt butterflies fill her stomach as she finally caught a glimpse of him for the first time that day.

His eyes immediately connected with hers and his mouth split into an ear to ear grin. The wedding march began to play and Dave looked down at her. "This is us."

As they made their way down the aisle, Alex kept her eyes on the blue orbs in front of her and she could tell he was just as nervous as she was. Once they reached him, Dave placed a kiss on her cheek and handed her arm to Randy who gladly took it.

The whole time the preacher was speaking; Randy and Alex stared into each other's eyes, savoring every single second of this monumental occasion.

"Randall and Alexandra have decided to write their own vows of love for each other," the preacher nodded to Randy.

"Alex," he said, hoarsely before clearing his throat. "Alex, from the first moment I saw you, I knew there was something special about you. The way you walked, the way you talked, the way you rolled your eyes at some stupid thing that rolled out of my mouth, which happened quite often back then…and still does. Anyway, everything you did, made me want to know you, to hold you, to kiss you, and to love you. This past year of my life has had its ups and downs. And meeting you was definitely one of the ups. And although my life will undoubtedly hold a lot of ups and downs, I want to go through each and every one of them with you. I love you, Alex."

Alex didn't even bother to hold back the tears that threatened to fall and ruin her fifty dollar makeup job. She smiled up at him before speaking her own vows. "Wow, I don't know how I'm supposed to follow that," she said, causing a few chuckles from the guests. "Randy Orton. The name a year ago made my skin crawl. You're voice made me wish I was deaf and that little cocky smirk you do, made me want to vomit."

Randy furrowed his brow in confusion. This was supposed to be a proclamation of their love for each other, not a roast.

"But now, when I hear the name Randy Orton, the sound of it fills my stomach with butterflies the size of eagles, your voice just an inch away from my ear, sends chills up my spine and that smirk, lets me know that you would do anything and everything for me. Randy, you're the greatest thing that has ever happened to me. My life before you was nothing but a shell of what life should be. You filled it with life. You're my reason for living, now, Randy. I love you."

April 29, 2007

And God, did she love him. She loved him more than life itself. And as she lay beside him in their bed, watching him as he nuzzled his face into her bare stomach, she knew that the decision to marry him had been the smartest one she had ever made. The day Alex and Randy said their "I do's", her life began. And here they were, a year and a half later, living the perfect life together. Randy, Alex and Jayda, one happy family.

Jayda loved her new mommy, and Alex loved her new daughter and treated her as her own, but she couldn't help but want her own child with Randy. About six months after they were married, Randy and Alex made the decision that Jayda needed a little brother or sister. For a year they had been trying and came up with nothing.

"Maybe this time," Randy said, making invisible lines on her tummy with his fingers. He always seemed to be reading her mind. He wanted a new baby just as bad as she did. He wanted to experience everything that he missed out on with Jayda.

"Maybe," she replied, running her hand through his short hair before looking over at the clock. It was almost three in the morning and she had to be up soon to take care of a sick Jayda, but she couldn't help but want to spend every moment she could with her husband before he had to leave for his flight to Atlanta for Backlash in a little over two hours. "I wish you didn't have to go."

"I know, babe. I don't want to go either, but that's why I am spending every waking moment I can with you," he smiled, moving up and laying on the pillow beside her before pouting his lips for a kiss.

She granted his request and wrapped her arm around his neck. When she pulled away, Alex looked into his sparkling blue eyes and smiled. "I can only hope that when we have a baby, that he or she has your eyes."

"Well, I hope that if we have a girl that she looks nothing like you," Randy replied, as she opened her mouth in shock. "Only because I don't want to have to chase off all the boys running after her because she's so beautiful."

She smiled before leaning her head into his perfectly sculpted chest. "What's wrong with me, Randy?" she asked, softly, her eyes filled with sadness.

"What are you talking about, baby? Nothing's wrong with you. You're perfect."

"Something is or else we'd be holding a baby in our arms right now."

"The timing just isn't right, Lex, that's why. With my schedule and moving into this new house, there wouldn't be time for a baby right now."

"Don't pull that. You're schedule is the lightest it has been in a year. You've admitted it yourself and we've been moved into this house for over a month now. Maybe we're just not meant to have a baby together," she said, tears beginning to slide down her cheeks.

"Honey, we can't give up, okay? Everything happens for a reason even though we may have no clue what that reason is right now, we will later. We will have a baby, I can guarantee you that," he said and kissed the top of her head. "Now, you should probably get at least a little bit of sleep."

She nodded and cuddled in closer to him as he sighed. As soon as he heard her breathing level out, he slid out from underneath her arms and began to get ready for his flight.

Two hours later, Randy placed a small kiss on her cheek before throwing on his jacket and grabbing his bag. He walked down the hall, stopping at the room that they had bought the house for. He looked around at the white walls and the boxes on the floor. They were using it as storage when it was supposed to be for a baby.

"Maybe someday soon," he sighed, closing the door and entering his daughter's room. "Bye, munchkin," he whispered, giving her a light kiss on her forehead as she slept.

"Where are you going, Dad?" he heard her soft voice as he reached the door.

"To Atlanta, remember? That's where Backlash is," he said, walking back over to her bed and sitting on the edge.

"But I don't want you to go. I want you to stay here and take care of me."

"Mom's here. She'll take care of you, you know that. And I promise I will call you as soon as I can, okay, baby?"

She nodded softly, her emerald eyes filled with disappointment.

"Now, go back to sleep. You need to get your rest so you can get better," he said and kissed her forehead again. "I'll talk to you tonight. I love you, Jayda."

"I love you, too, Dad," she replied before closing her eyes.

He smiled before leaving the house. On his way to the airport, Randy couldn't help but think about the fact that he had just left his girls yet again.