Life As He Knew It (Open)

John sinks down in the couch. "Fine, whatever. I know he has issues.... a lot of issues." He sighed. "But still, I'm having his damn kid. You'd think someone could be a little sensitive. I have issues too, but I don't use it as an excuse for everything that goes wrong in my life." He muttered, rubbing his stomach.

"John, no offense, but you arent medically insane. And Randy isnt the one making excuses for himself, its me. He knows that you're having his kid and that you have problems but he doesnt know how to comfort. Its not something he's used to. He loves you, John. You cant hold it against him every time he messes up," Alex said.

John nods. "Alright... I get it. I'm just... tired. Of everything." He sighed. Now he was just sick of talking about Randy. He loved him to death, but he needed a break from talking about his fiance. He was depressed enough as it was, and now he felt like everything was his fault. He couldn't blame his unhappiness on anyone. And John wan't used to that.

Alex nodded. "I understand. Well, thats it for this week. I hope things get better for you, and if you need anything call day or night," he said.

John blinked at him. "That'd be a bad idea. No one lasts on the phone with me..." He sighed as he got up and walked out of the room. He made his usual appointment before leaving and driving back tot he hotel. He sighed as he walked inside the room.

Randy was curled up on the bed, sleeping peacefully. His legs were against his chest and his arms were around his legs. His mouth was open slightly and his breathing was loud and even. He was snoring slightly.

John smiled softly, slipping off his shoes and climbing in bed behind Randy. He wrapped his arms around him, cuddling up to his back. He closed his eyes, falling fast asleep, with no dreams.

Randy awoke when John climbed into bed, smiling and turning around, pulling John close. He quickly fell back asleep, snoring lightly.

John smiled softly, and fell deeper asleep in Randy's arms.
Weeks passed, and John was 7 weeks pregnant. He could feel little Gianna fluttering in his stomach, and the bump was noticeable under his shirt, though not nearly as huge at it would look in a month. He could feel the fluttering, though no kicking... thank god.

Randy was a little fed up. With John being pregnant, he was very moody and they had been fighting quite a bit. Randy was currently in his and Johns bedroom with the door locked after a fight about something ridiculous, as always.

John sighed, feeling guilty about being moody. He couldn't help it, but he'd grovel if it meant Randy would forgive him. He sighed and knocked don the door. "Baby I'm sorry! P-Please open up..." He whimpered, sniffling slightly. He hated fighting with Randy. He had completely forgotten why they were fighting.

"Just leave me alone, John! I dont want to talk right now!" Randy replied. Of course he forgave John, he just needed a few minutes alone. "I forgive you, as long as you forgive me," he said, not sure if John heard him.

John sighed sadly. "Fine." He sighed left the hotel room, going down to the hotel cafe. He grabbed a coffee, and took a seat, looking down at his baby bump through his sweater, the baby inside fluttering. "I know, I don't like when he's mad, either." He sighed and sipped his coffee.

Randy sighed, laying back. He hated fighting with John and sometimes afterwards, he jjust needed to be alone.

John sighed and went up back to their room. He walked in, seeing the door still locked. He sighed and laid down on the couch. It would hurt his back, especially with him being pregnant, but it didn't look like Randy was talking to him until tomorrow. So he fell asleep on the couch.

Randy got up a while later, going into the living room and seeing John. He sighed, picking him up and bringing him into the bedroom, laying him down and pulling off his jeans and shirt. Randy stripped his own clothes and climbed in, pulling John close.

John sighed contentedly in his sleep, cuddling up to Randy. His baby bump was pressed close against Randy's stomach, Gianna fluttering lightly again inside. "Randy..." He murmured in sleep, nuzzling Randy's chest.

Randy smiled, placing a hand on Johns stomach. He closed his eyes, falling asleep with a soft smile on his face. He dreamt of the three of them, happy.

John awoke the next morning, happy that he wasn't sick again. He smiled softly and curled closer to Randy. His fiance had a show today. John wished he could still wrestle, but he was far too pregnant for that.

Randy let out a loud snore when John shifted, but didnt wake up. He went back to breathing normally and snoring softly, a small, content smile on his face.

John chuckled, and strangely found Randy's snoring adorable. He kisses Randy's neck, before settling back in bed, closing his big green eyes... before his alarm rang. He groaned, suddenly remembering he had an ultrasound in the morning. "Randy... wake up, I have an ultrasound. Get up if you wanna go with me." He murmured tiredly, getting up and ready.

Randy groaned as he turned over... and fell right off the bed. "Ow," he groaned, massaging his shoulder as he slowly sat up.

John chuckled and pulled Randy back onto the bed. "You okay, baby?" He asked, still giggling slightly as he gently rubbed the pain away on Randy's shoulder.

"Yeah," Randy muttered, rolling his head and shoulders. He took a deep breath before looking at John, smiling. "Thank you," he said and kissed his cheek.

John smiled softly. "No problem. And I have an ultrasound in a half hour, you wanna go?" He asked, getting up and starting to get dressed.