Life As He Knew It (Open)

John nodded. "You're right. Plus, he knows I love you. I think he's just won't like the fact you knocked me up before we're actually married." He said. "But he likes you, anyway. He's just overprotective... like someone else I know." He chuckled, eyeing Randy.

"What can I say? I protect whats mine, no matter the cost," Randy replied, shrugging slightly.

John smiles softly, and curls into Randy's chest. He wanted to sleep, but he glanced at the time and realized they'd been up for hours talking. They had a flight in an hour. "Fuck, we have a morning flight." He grumbled, burying his head under a pillow.

Randy chuckled. "You can sleep on the plane, babe," he said, running a hand down his back.

John sighed but nodded, and sluggishly got up and ready. He put on sweatpants and a t-shirt, then slipped back into the RKO sweatshirt. He quickly fixed his hair before laying back down, waiting for Randy to get ready.

Randy got up, getting ready. When he was nice and comfy, he turned to John and smiled. "You ready?" he asked.

John just grumbled to himself. "No." He muttered, struggling to grab all his bags. He wanted an ice coffee, a maple scone and then a nap on the plane.

Randy chuckled. "Come on, babe," he said, picking up his bags.

John sighed, grabbing a few bags before walking out alongside Randy. "I wonder how long I can wrestle before the baby bump gets too noticeable..." He hummed thoughtfully as they drove to the airport.

"Um, you aren't wrestling," Randy said. He didnt want John wrestling while he was pregnant. It was dangerous.

John rolled his eyes. "Why not? The baby is like... Not even developed yet. And I barely have a baby stomach yet, I'll be fine." He muttered, annoyed.

"I dont care. Its dangerous. Its not just about you anymore," Randy replied. "I dont want anything happening to little Gianna Marie."

John raised a brow. "You named her already? And nothing's gonna happen- You know what, fine. I'm not in the mood to fight with you. I won't wrestle. Now leave me alone." He muttered, his new pregnant hormones putting him a pissy mood.

"Yes, I named her already. Gianna Marie Orton. Shes gonna be gorgeous," Randy said with a smile. He was too excited about this to care about Johns pissy mood.

John sighed. "Sure." He muttered. They arrived at the airport, John slamming the rental car door shut as he snatched his bags. His feelings wen deeper than pissy. He was unhappy, and he didn't even know why. He was to pissed to think about that, so he just just walked in the airport, snapping at anyone who got in his way.

"John, cut it out. I dont care how pregnant you are. You need to watch yourself. You have a reputation," Randy said. He loved John but he was going to keep him in line.

John shot him a look. "What reputation?" He snapped. "I don't have one, now leave me a lone and stop... annoying me!" He growled, as he went through the metal detector.

Randy sighed. They were going to butt head a lot if John kept acting like this. "John, seriously. Cut the shit out."

"Then leave me alone!" John said and stomped onto the plane, sitting down on his seat. He looked down, chewing the inside of his cheek. He just was not in a good mood, he was tired, he felt like crying, he felt sick and so far the day just sucked. And Randy was horrible at making him feel better. Because Randy would just say 'My goal is to get you better mentally, not make you feel better.' But right now, John just wanted someone to make him feel better and put a smile on his face.

Randy sighed, sitting in his seat, looking out the window. He was particularly good at making people feel good. It just... wasnt something he ever used to do so he wasnt really sure how.

John sighed, and pulled his knees to his chest. He rested his head on is knees, burying his face in them away from Randy as he started to cry. He didn't feel way, and he was just straight up unhappy today. So he silently let the tears fall, his face completely hidden from Randy he cried.

Randy glanced at John, frowning. "Johnny?" he asked quietly, placing his hand on Johns back.

John shrugged his head away. "N... N-Nothing..." He stuttered out through his cries. What could he say? He just needed to cry.

Randy frowned even more. He wrapped his arms around John, pulling him into his lap and kissed the back of his head.

John curled up in Randy's lap, and buried his face in Randy's neck. His back shook as he let out the tears and cried in Randy's neck. The flight attendant told him they were taking off and he needed to be in his seat, but John ignored her and stayed curled up in Randy's lap.