Life As We All Knew It

John frowned and pulled away. "Are you okay?" He asked, seeing Randy's shaft go limp.

Randy shook his head. "Lightheaded," he said, keeping his eyes closed.

John sighed, not turned on anymore as he sat next to Randy. "You need anything?" He asked softly.

"Energy," Randy replied. "Food. Something. Please."

John nodded, kissing his forehead before getting up, going downstairs to get Randy something to eat. He made Randy his favorite sandwich as glass of water, returning and handing the food to Randy. "Here baby."

Randy smiled weakly and ate the sandwich carefully, making sure not to go to fast. When he finished, he sipped the water and looked at John. "Thank you."

John smiled softly, rubbing Randy's back. "Anything for you, amore." He whispered, kissing him gently.

"I love you," Randy said as his head started to clear. He still felt so strongly for John.

John smiled. "I love you too." He said softly. After so many years, Randy made him feel like a teenager with his first love.

Randy smiled and closed his eyes, slowly drifting off to sleep.

John laid his head on Randy's chest, curling into him and falling asleep.

Randy sighed and tangled his legs with John's, relaxing even more.

John smiled in his sleep. He awoke the next morning, thanking god it was Saturday. The only thing he had to do was find a gym for Gianna to train at. That'd be a bitch... or it could be easy, considering she was a Hennigan, and John was still in the history books for his routines.

Randy stirred a bit. He muttered incoherently, licked his lips and started snoring.

John sighed, getting up and stretching. He puked in the bathroom for a minute before wiping his mouth and going downstairs to cook breakfast.

Randy woke when he heard John puking. He groaned and sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and stretching. He got up, shivering when his feet touched the cold floor. He yawned and walked downstairs, itching his abs.

John sniffled as he cooked. He should probably be resting but he had to cook his family breakfast. Randy was tired and Gianna had yet to learn to cook. He glanced around when he heard Randy enter the kitchen. "Morning, baby. How do you feel?" He asked softly.

"Tired, but better. Go sit and let me do this," Randy said, taking the stuff from John and shooing him away.

John smiled softly. "Thanks baby." He said softly before going to sit at the island, his cheek resting against his fist as he searched through his laptop for a gym for Gianna to train at.

"Anytime," Randy replied as he finished breakfast. "Gianna!" he called as he plated the food.
Gianna bounded into the kitchen. "Yes, Daddy?" she asked.
"Breakfast," he said, handing her a plate and looking at John.

John finally found a gym that trained women and men to be elite. He sighed, closing the laptop before going to sit with Gianna after taking his plate of breakfast. He sighed, not very hungry.

Randy sat down with his small plate of food next to John and began eating.
"So, Mommy, when do I get to start gymnastics?" she asked, looking at John.

"Well first, I need to know something. Are you doing this for fun and to stay in shape... or are you going to compete?" He asked. He didn't know if he wanted her to compete or not. It was tough, but it would be nice for her to do what John failed at...

"Both," Gianna replied. "I want to stay in shape, but I know I don't want to wrestle or anything. I wanna compete for gymnastics, and that's all I want to do."

"You sure, baby? It's a very tough sport. If you compete, you have to be dedicated. You can't quit when you feel like it, and you gotta listen and respect you coach. I know you... and your father..." John said, glancing at Randy. "Don't like being told what to do."