Fic: Father's Day
Title: Father's Day
Fandom: WWE (John Cena/Randy Orton)
Summary: It's Father's Day, and John has a surprise for Randy.
Rating: K+
Author's Notes: Late Father's Day fic is late. Also, it's unbeta-ed so any mistakes are my own... But it's FLUFF people! :D
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, never will...
Randy woke up unusually early on a Sunday morning not to the strong, warm body of his longtime boyfriend John Cena, but rather, to cold sheets and a blue post-it note stuck to the equally cold pillow.
"What the hell?..." Randy muttered as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes just enough to read John's tiny scrawl on the note.
Randy- Sorry I'm not there to say good morning to you- had an errand to run. Hopefully I'll be back before you see this, but if not...well, go back to sleep. I'll be home soon. Love, Johnny
Randy stared at the note in annoyed disbelief.
"First I wake up way too early for my liking, to an empty bed and no boyfriend, no less, and then he tells me he's 'running an errand', and to go back to sleep? What a shitty way to start Father's Day, and Alanna isn't even here to share it with me. This is not going to be a good day." The Viper grumbled to himself. He sighed and rolled back over, trying to ease and erase the frustration he felt as he tried to go back to sleep.
~*~
When Randy woke from his restless sleep a few hours later,it was to the sounds of whispering voices echoing from the kitchen, and the sound of kitchenware on granite counter tops.
I swear to God, if John let Cody or Ted in to raid the kitchen, there will be hell to pay, Randy thought, as he shoved his pillow over his head in an angry attempt to get a few more precious hours of sleep. But the whispering voices grew closer, and became harder to ignore. Randy could hear two sets of footsteps along the carpeted hallway that led to his and John's master bedroom. The heavy wooden door quietly swung open, then closed again, and Randy groaned aloud, letting it be known that he was not a happy camper.
Something heavy was set down on the bedside table, ice cubes against glass making a clinking noise as it did so. Randy still refused to budge from under the pillows. John was going to have to work real hard to make this up to him, dammit. Suddenly, the two voices turned into just John's deep rumble, whispering something so quiet, Randy only barely heard it.
"On three, okay? Ready? One...two..."
Oh god, I hate surprises, Randy cringed inwardly.
"Three!"
"SURPRISE DADDY!" Randy felt the pillows being pulled from his face as his daughter bounced onto the comforter, throwing her tiny arms around Randy's neck and placing a sloppy kiss on his cheek.
"Happy Father's Day Daddy!" She squealed excitedly.
"Alanna! Baby, thank you! This is the best surprise ever!" Randy grinned, looking directly at John as he said so. John gave Randy a tiny shrug, but then his face broke into that thousand-watt smile that had a habit of melting Randy's heart into a puddle of mush every time. John leaned down and gave Randy a soft, but quick kiss on the lips.
"I know you're not a big fan of surprises, but I figured you wouldn't mind this one," John whispered, nuzzling Randy's nose with his own. Randy could only smile back with pure adoration in his eyes.
"And look Daddy! We even made you pancakes 'n juice!" Alanna squirmed out of Randy's grasp and bounced over to where John had set the tray full of food down.
"Show him Uncle Johnny!" Alanna bounced up and down with energy. John laughed brightly and placed the tray down on Randy's lap, before settling in next to him and placing a very energetic Alanna in between them.
"Lanna, honey, stop bouncing, or you'll knock Daddy's juice over," John gently reminded her. Randy's heart swelled with happiness at the way John treated Alanna like she were his own, even as his daughter fidgeted with barely contained joy.
"Look, see, even the 'cakes say 'Daddy'!" Alanna told him, pointing to each letter of the word. She went back to the "A" when she was done. "I made this one myself!" Alanna exclaimed proudly, pointing at her own chest.
"Did you now?" Randy asked, laughing as he looked over Alanna's head at John, who nodded whole-heartedly.
"Well, thank you Lanna, I'll save that one for last." Randy told her, kissing the top of her head gently.
" 'Kay," Alanna said, curling up into Randy's side and closing her eyes. Randy couldn't help but smile at his daughter's ability to go from full-throttle to crash and burn in a few seconds. He looked over at John.
"It was a bit of a long morning for her," John grinned sheepishly, a hint of apology in his voice.
"You too, then?" Randy smirked, taking a bite of the pancakes.
"Maybe a bit," John replied, yawning and rubbing the back of his neck. Randy stopped for a minute and wrapped his hand behind John's neck, pulling him in close, while carefully not squishing Alanna between them. Peaceful gray eyes met smiling baby blues as Randy kissed John gently, deeply on the lips, earning the tiniest of moans from John.
"Don't want to start what we can't finish now," Randy murmured as he pulled away, a grin spreading across the sharp angles of his face. "But thank you, Johnny. This is the best Father's Day gift I could have asked for."
"You're welcome Rand. Happy Father's Day."
"Happy Father's Day Daddy," Alanna's sleepy voice came from Randy's side. Randy and John chuckled quietly.
"Thank you, Lanna. I love you darling." Randy whispered back. He looked at John and knew he didn't have to say a word. He had his beautiful daughter and the love of his life at his side. That was all the love Randy Orton needed.
Fandom: WWE (John Cena/Randy Orton)
Summary: It's Father's Day, and John has a surprise for Randy.
Rating: K+
Author's Notes: Late Father's Day fic is late. Also, it's unbeta-ed so any mistakes are my own... But it's FLUFF people! :D
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, never will...
Randy woke up unusually early on a Sunday morning not to the strong, warm body of his longtime boyfriend John Cena, but rather, to cold sheets and a blue post-it note stuck to the equally cold pillow.
"What the hell?..." Randy muttered as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes just enough to read John's tiny scrawl on the note.
Randy- Sorry I'm not there to say good morning to you- had an errand to run. Hopefully I'll be back before you see this, but if not...well, go back to sleep. I'll be home soon. Love, Johnny
Randy stared at the note in annoyed disbelief.
"First I wake up way too early for my liking, to an empty bed and no boyfriend, no less, and then he tells me he's 'running an errand', and to go back to sleep? What a shitty way to start Father's Day, and Alanna isn't even here to share it with me. This is not going to be a good day." The Viper grumbled to himself. He sighed and rolled back over, trying to ease and erase the frustration he felt as he tried to go back to sleep.
~*~
When Randy woke from his restless sleep a few hours later,it was to the sounds of whispering voices echoing from the kitchen, and the sound of kitchenware on granite counter tops.
I swear to God, if John let Cody or Ted in to raid the kitchen, there will be hell to pay, Randy thought, as he shoved his pillow over his head in an angry attempt to get a few more precious hours of sleep. But the whispering voices grew closer, and became harder to ignore. Randy could hear two sets of footsteps along the carpeted hallway that led to his and John's master bedroom. The heavy wooden door quietly swung open, then closed again, and Randy groaned aloud, letting it be known that he was not a happy camper.
Something heavy was set down on the bedside table, ice cubes against glass making a clinking noise as it did so. Randy still refused to budge from under the pillows. John was going to have to work real hard to make this up to him, dammit. Suddenly, the two voices turned into just John's deep rumble, whispering something so quiet, Randy only barely heard it.
"On three, okay? Ready? One...two..."
Oh god, I hate surprises, Randy cringed inwardly.
"Three!"
"SURPRISE DADDY!" Randy felt the pillows being pulled from his face as his daughter bounced onto the comforter, throwing her tiny arms around Randy's neck and placing a sloppy kiss on his cheek.
"Happy Father's Day Daddy!" She squealed excitedly.
"Alanna! Baby, thank you! This is the best surprise ever!" Randy grinned, looking directly at John as he said so. John gave Randy a tiny shrug, but then his face broke into that thousand-watt smile that had a habit of melting Randy's heart into a puddle of mush every time. John leaned down and gave Randy a soft, but quick kiss on the lips.
"I know you're not a big fan of surprises, but I figured you wouldn't mind this one," John whispered, nuzzling Randy's nose with his own. Randy could only smile back with pure adoration in his eyes.
"And look Daddy! We even made you pancakes 'n juice!" Alanna squirmed out of Randy's grasp and bounced over to where John had set the tray full of food down.
"Show him Uncle Johnny!" Alanna bounced up and down with energy. John laughed brightly and placed the tray down on Randy's lap, before settling in next to him and placing a very energetic Alanna in between them.
"Lanna, honey, stop bouncing, or you'll knock Daddy's juice over," John gently reminded her. Randy's heart swelled with happiness at the way John treated Alanna like she were his own, even as his daughter fidgeted with barely contained joy.
"Look, see, even the 'cakes say 'Daddy'!" Alanna told him, pointing to each letter of the word. She went back to the "A" when she was done. "I made this one myself!" Alanna exclaimed proudly, pointing at her own chest.
"Did you now?" Randy asked, laughing as he looked over Alanna's head at John, who nodded whole-heartedly.
"Well, thank you Lanna, I'll save that one for last." Randy told her, kissing the top of her head gently.
" 'Kay," Alanna said, curling up into Randy's side and closing her eyes. Randy couldn't help but smile at his daughter's ability to go from full-throttle to crash and burn in a few seconds. He looked over at John.
"It was a bit of a long morning for her," John grinned sheepishly, a hint of apology in his voice.
"You too, then?" Randy smirked, taking a bite of the pancakes.
"Maybe a bit," John replied, yawning and rubbing the back of his neck. Randy stopped for a minute and wrapped his hand behind John's neck, pulling him in close, while carefully not squishing Alanna between them. Peaceful gray eyes met smiling baby blues as Randy kissed John gently, deeply on the lips, earning the tiniest of moans from John.
"Don't want to start what we can't finish now," Randy murmured as he pulled away, a grin spreading across the sharp angles of his face. "But thank you, Johnny. This is the best Father's Day gift I could have asked for."
"You're welcome Rand. Happy Father's Day."
"Happy Father's Day Daddy," Alanna's sleepy voice came from Randy's side. Randy and John chuckled quietly.
"Thank you, Lanna. I love you darling." Randy whispered back. He looked at John and knew he didn't have to say a word. He had his beautiful daughter and the love of his life at his side. That was all the love Randy Orton needed.