The One That Got Away

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I only own London. None of this happened, though, I personally think it's all pretty awesome.

A/N: Yessss! Your eyes are not deceiving you! This is the sequel to Out of Control. It is finally here! I hope you guys enjoy it! Let me know what you think and leave some reviews! I won't be updating every single day, but I'm going to definitely keep up with a new chapter every couple of days. Thanks for waiting patiently! Love you guys! XoXoXo

"You can't not go, London. You're being ridiculous," Randy Orton told his longtime friend, as they were sitting in her backyard with his wife and daughter.

"I'm not saying that I won't go. I'm just saying that I really don't want to," London Callaway clarified, her feet up on the marble fire pit, as she slouched on the black outdoor sofa.

"I really don't blame you, Lon. I wouldn't want to go either, if I were you. That's too much to deal with…especially when the intention is to be there for your grandfather, and you know you're not going to be able to avoid…that whole situation," Samantha Orton agreed with her.

"Thank you, Sam. I just feel like it's going to be some clusterfuck. I can't deal with it." London sighed. "I can't believe how big Alanna is. It's insane," she commented, watching the almost six-year old, sitting on a float in the shallow end of London's pool.

"I know. It's killing me that she's going to be in first-grade once September comes around. I only just accepted that she's a kindergartener. And you know those first-grade boys only have one thing on their minds," Randy said, shaking his head.

Sam and London laughed. "Yeah. You. And John," London replied. "Because all they do is watch wrestling. They don't watch porn."

"No. They're six-years-old. They're not that innocent," Randy dismissed her.

"Babe, you're being a little crazy. They don't do that kind of stuff. Give it until at least middle school until you start on that," Sam told him.

"I'm gonna go in the pool and hang out with Alanna," Randy said, getting up, not liking the fact that he was being ganged up on.

"Yeah. You try getting her off that float," London challenged, as the still five-year-old was sitting on the float with a little umbrella over her head, a cup of Apple Juice in the cup holder on the armrest. She looked adorable in her little hot pink bathing suit with her sunglasses and water wings on. She had become a little diva in the last few months…moreso than before.

"I will," he said, before turning and walking the few feet over to the pool.

"She's such a diva," Sam commented with a laugh.

"I know. She's so friggen cute, though. I can't get over it. She's gotten so big. They grow up so fast," London spoke.

"I know. I'm starting to feel old now."

"Hey, I don't even have one, and I'm so close to thirty that it's not even funny."

"You'll have one…once you and Wade fix things…"

London laughed. "I can't believe it's been like three years already."

"I know. Time flies. So, what are you going to do about the Hall of Fame Induction?" Sam asked.

"I have to go," she replied. "I mean, my grandfather is getting inducted. I can't miss that. I just really don't want to run into Wade and have to deal with all of that unpleasantness."

"DADDY! STOP!" Alanna's voice pierced their ears. Both women looked over to see Randy threaten to turn the float over.

"Randy! Cut it out! Leave her alone!" Sam scolded her husband.

"But she's being boring. She needs to play!"

"Randall Keith Orton, you do not want me to have to get up and come over there," she threatened.

Randy frowned. "Fine."

"Still like raising a son," Sam commented, shaking her head.

"I love your relationship," London told her good friend.

Sam smiled. "Thank you. I do, too. It sucks when he's gone…but when we're together…nothing makes me happier."

"I don't blame you. I'm so happy you guys are here."

"Well, with the Wrestlemania stuff coming up, I didn't think Randy would be able to get a day off, but luckily, we were able to meet up in Tampa for the night."

"Agreed. I'm honored that you made a point of seeing me, too."

"I always make it a point to see you," Sam pointed out. "Hell, I see you so much that there are times I really think Randy is afraid that I'm going to leave him for you."

London laughed. "I can't lie. Not being on the WWE schedule is pretty awesome most of the time."

"Ugh. I only get that lucky when Randy gets hurt. What an asshole I must look like when I get excited that much husband gets hurt."

"If I ever went back, every now and again, I would beat him badly, so that you can have a couple of weeks with him all to yourself," London offered her close friend.

"Aw. Thank you, Lon," she said with a smile. "So…what's it like having a stepmother that's only four years older than you and a sister that's twenty-eight years younger than you?" Sam questioned, in reference to her father's four-year marriage to Michelle McCool and their one and a half year old daughter.

London laughed. "You know, I have to say…I like her…a lot," she admitted. "At first, you know, I didn't really speak to her much…but once she got pregnant with Kaia, she really tried to…I guess…I dunno…be a stepmom. And now…I have a better relationship with her than I ever even had with my own mother. And I get to be around Kaia. It's just weird to think that…if I had the baby…I would have a three year-old. As in…my child would be a year and a half older than his or her aunt."

"It's pretty crazy."

"They'll be at the Hall of Fame Induction," she told her.

"Oh…are they concerned about you going?"

She shrugged. "I mean, my dad gets uncomfortable talking about the whole Wade thing. But Michelle has spoken to me about it. She gave me the option of not going at all. She told me that my father doesn't want me to go because he's afraid of what could happen if Wade and I ran into each other."

"Understandable. Your father was a wreck when you quit and came home. He was so worried about you. I remember him calling Randy a lot to check up on you because he was afraid that you would flip out if he kept coming by your house."

"He's a good dad. Go figure, right? The Undertaker is the Father of the Year," she said with a laugh.

Sam smiled. "Oh all people."

London smirked. "Hey, I mean, look at me now. I'm okay. I have a good life. I've adjusted accordingly. Two years in therapy really helped me out a lot."

"I think you're in a much better place than you used to be."

"I feel like I am. I just worry that seeing him again will trigger those old feelings in me," London admitted to her good friend.

Sam nodded. "I know exactly what you mean."

"Ugh. It doesn't matter. You know that I want to be there for my grandfather. Besides, after all of that turmoil we had in our relationship, I'm glad that we managed to make our peace before he passed away. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I didn't go to the ceremony and honor his memory."

"Absolutely," Sam agreed. "Well, I'll be there."

"Thank God."

"Daddy! Stop splashing me!" Alanna's voice yelled.

"Seriously, London…it's like they're brother and sister sometimes," Sam muttered. "Randy! Cut it out! Don't make me repeat myself!"

"You don't want your wife to have to get up and go over there," London warned her best friend, shaking her head.

Randy pouted. London loved seeing him this way…having fun, acting like he wasn't the Viper…being a fun dad to his young daughter.

"Daddy, you better listen to Mommy and Aunt London," the young blonde warned.

"Why? Are you gonna rat your own father out?" he asked his daughter.

Alanna thought for a few moments. "Alright," she relented. "You're really lucky that I love you, daddy."

"So, can you please get out of that float so we can play?"

"Ugh! Fine!" The five year-old held her arms out to her father. He picked her up out of the float, and the pair began splashing around in the pool.

Sam smiled at her family. "Can I tell you something, Lon?"

"Sure."

"I really wish that you and Wade worked out. He could have been in the pool with Randy and Alanna and your kid."

London took a deep breath. "I still think about it."

"Do you regret leaving?"

"Honestly? Sometimes I do," she admitted.

"You know they're all gonna give you a hard time about coming back when they see you hanging out for Axxess and at the ceremony," Sam told her.

"I'm actually not gonna be at Axxess. But when I'm at that ceremony, and if I stay for WrestleMania…it's gonna be difficult."

"You just remember that you have to do you. You need to worry about yourself and what's gonna be best for you. Financially, you know you would never have to go back. But I feel like emotionally and mentally, a big part of you really wants to go back."

"I don't disagree with you."

"Well, you have to be selfish, Lon. Do what you think is best for you. That's what matters most."

"Ugh. I know."

"No matter what happens, you know I'll support you 110%."

London smiled. "You're the best, Sammy."