Our wedding was amazing and we took about a four day honeymoon to Hawaii. We could have gone longer but Randy had a big match at SummerSlam and neither of us wanted him to miss it.
After we got back from our honeymoon, Randy took us to our new house. It was beautiful on the outside and I couldn't wait to see the inside. Considering it was Randy, it was gonna be beautiful.
We got out of the car and walked into the house. It was amazing. He pulled me upstairs with him and opened a door at the end of the hall on the right. When he turned the light on I was absolutely amazed. Our daughter's room was perfectly decorated. The walls were light pink, the crib was by the wall next to the closet and there was a gray rocking recliner chair by the window opposite of the crib. The dresser was next to the chair and the changing table was on the other wall opposite of the closet.
"Wow." I said. "You did all of this?"
"Yeah. Before the wedding. I wanted it to be perfect when we came home." he said.
"Mission accomplished. It's perfect. It's more than perfect. It's amazing." I turned to him. "You're perfect. I love you."
"I love you too Mrs. Orton." he said.
"Say that again."
"I love you too Mrs. Orton." he repeated.
"I love the sound of that." I said.
"Me too." he said. "So, I don't really have anything romantic planned. I thought after the honeymoon, you might be too exhausted to do anything and I don't want you to strain yourself. So we can just sit around and relax. Enjoy the house and each others' company. What do you think?"
"I think I wouldn't love anything more." I said. "Come on. I wanna see the rest of the house."
"Done." he said. He grabbed my hand gently and pulled me along through the rest of the house showing me the amazing decorating that he did, the furniture, the rooms. It was perfect. This entire house was nothing but perfect and it went along with the perfect man I had that I could now call my husband.
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Randy took some time off from WWE so he could be home with me, which I didn't mind. I actually liked it. Right now, he was over at his parents' house. He wasn't the type of guy to hover over me and I liked that. I loved that. Hovering gets old and I hated it.
My phone rang as I was making myself a Root Beer float. I had been craving them like crazy and I didn't know why. It was just soda over ice cream but it was so damn good. I answered my phone and put it on speaker. "Hello?"
"Katie? Is that you?" My sister was saying.
"Yeah. What's going on?" I asked.
"I'm in trouble. I need your help." she said.
"Tiff, slow down. What's wrong?"
"These girls, they got me into this stuff and I tried to get out but I got caught. I'm at the police station." she said.
"Why didn't you call mom and dad?" I asked.
"Because I knew they would be super pissed. Please don't call them."
"What stuff did you get into exactly?"
"Drugs." she said.
"Tiffany. Are you serious right now? How could be so stupid?" I asked.
"This isn't helping." she said.
"Okay, when I get there I am going to kick your ass. Do you got that? I'm on my way." I said. I hung up, grabbed my phone and my keys and walked out the door. When I got in the car, I dialed Randy's number and waited for him to answer.
