an. Hey y'all! Here I am yet again, with another new story... I'm really excited about this one! It involves Ted DiBiase Jr., Randy Orton and Sheamus (who will be referred to as Stephen, as this is an AU story). They will be paired with three OC's, one made by me and the other two made by friends of mine. Here's the cast in order of appearance. :)

Randy Orton/Camilla Ferriera-Orton (OC made by, Michelle: burntrosepetals)
Ted DiBiase Jr./Rylee Presley-DiBiase (OC made by yours truly)
Stephen Farrelly/Emily Morris-Farrelly (OC made by, Danie: CelticPrincessx3)

Pictures of the three OC's can be found on the Twitter page for this account, go follow xlightafire now! :) Hope everyone enjoys this first chapter, here it goes! I'll answer any questions asked in a PM on here, so feel free to ask if you have one! :)

Heading Out

A sigh emitted from her lips as she watched the minutes on her clock slowly tick by. He was supposed to be home by now, he had promised to be home early. With the two boarding a plane later that night, she figured that he would make good on that promise. It was now thirty minutes passed the hour he was supposed to be there. With no phone calls or text messages, she had no idea where he could be at right now.

She had been dealing with this for the past six months or so. As bad as it sounds, she blamed the baby she was carrying inside of her. Ever since they found out they were expecting, things had changed between the two. Randy started taking on more hours, to have more money for the baby, even though with their checks combined they made enough to lived comfortably with an army for a family.

What should have been a blessing, was quickly becoming a curse.

Wiping a tear off her cheek, she made her way down the steps and into the living room. The sweet smell of her vanilla candle filled her senses as she stepped off the last step. Her house was spotless, as it usually was; everything was exactly as it was when the couple moved in all those years ago. It was ironic, really. Randy and Camilla had changed so much but the place that held the both of them together stayed the same.

Deciding that the place needed a little sprucing up, the expecting mom kicked off her heels and made her way to the couch. It was a large one, three pieces that interlocked into one big comfortable resting area. Taking one of the longer pieces off, she slid it across the carpet, repeating her actions once more, she took a couple minutes to catch her breath and imagine where to put it together again. There was a fireplace one one side of the living room, so she thought it best to place the couch opposite of it. She also knew that their flat screen could be placed perfectly above the fireplace.

Just as she was about to climb on a chair to try and get the TV down, she heard the door knob turn and the door open. Looking towards the noise, she saw her husband cleaning off his boots and taking off his jacket. When he looked up, his jaw dropped and the items in his hands fell to the floor.

"Camilla, what in the hell are you doing?!"

"I'm just reorganizing... trying to pass the time."

"You're six months..."

"Five."

"You're five months pregnant, you shouldn't be lifting heavy stuff."

Frustrated he kicked his things inside and slammed the door shut. She didn't like the look on his face, it usually meant that they were in for a good argument. Lately they'd been having too much of those, whether it be about laundry or simply deciding what to watch, they always let each other have it.

"Just forget about it, we're gonna miss our flight if we don't get on the road right now."

Her eyes were locked on him and she felt nothing but rage start to build inside of her, "If you had of been here when you said you would be, we wouldn't have this issue."

"I was stuck in traffic, okay? There was nothing I could do about it."

"You could have called and told me!"

Leaning over to pick up the bags, he looked over at her, "Alright, I should have. I am sorry, now can we go please?"

Wanting to keep it going, she glanced at the clock on her phone and sighed, she knew they needed to get on the road already. Picking up her purse and a couple of the smaller bags, she then headed out the door. Camilla wanted to believe her husband, but something was telling her that he was lying to her .She knew that traffic wasn't heavy this time of day, especially since he took the back roads anyway.

She just hoped that they could get through this vacation without anyone suspecting a problem between the two. Their marriage was supposed to be perfect, when the baby got there they'd be a perfect family. His friends and their spouses would be envious of them.

At least that's what she was going to hold onto these next two weeks.

Her instincts told her to not even bother looking at the five sticks on the bathroom counter. She knew exactly what they would say, because every single one she'd taken before this point said the same thing.

She and her husband has been trying desperately to conceive a child. Since his brother had started working at his firm, he had taken some long overdue time off, they figured that the timing would be perfect. Apparently they were the only ones that thought so. Try as they may the end result was always the same, negative. Both had gotten themselves checked out by a doctor to see if the problem was within them, tests proved that everything was working perfectly.

So what could the problem be?

The couple weighed everything out, writing out on a piece of paper the things that were going on in their lives. Nothing too significant of course, she was working at a local school while he worked at the Family Law firm he owned and operated. But they were always home, they always had time for each other and she knew they would have time for a child. The two were both completely devoted to the process, for some reason it just wasn't happening for them.

Aggravated at her results, she shoved the sticks into the trash can and made her way out of the bathroom. Her husband – who was always quite the cook – was in the kitchen making them a quick lunch. The two were scheduled to catch a flight out of Palm Beach, to the Bahamas. The two of them, Ted's old college football teammates and roommates, along with their wives were meeting up there for a lovely two week vacation.

She was excited, she only knew the two guys as they all spent a lot of time together whilst at college; but it would be a good time to get to know the women in their lives. Ted couldn't wait to see his old friends, he hadn't spent time with them since they graduated college. The other two went back home, while he stayed behind to wait on her to graduate. He was quite the romantic.

With them being in different parts of the world, it was hard for the friends to keep in contact. That was until Randy found the other two via Facebook. He claimed that he had looked at their old football videos and decided to give it a shot, thankfully everyone responded to his request quickly. The rest was history, they made their plans and began to look forward to the trip.

Walking into the kitchen she came up behind her husband and wrapped her arms around his waist. By the way his body tensed up, she knew that he knew what was coming next. It had almost become like a sixth sense for him.

"Negative?"

"All five of them."

A deep breath emitted from his lips when he heard, he had hoped that this time would be different. He had taken time off and fully devoted himself to starting a family, he and Rylee had been married for almost four years now. His younger brother already had one child, his wife was expecting another. Though Brett never gave him a hard time about it, Ted beat himself up about it all the time... he wanted so desperately to be a father already.

Turning off his Foreman he placed the hamburger patties on a plate and turned to face his wife. Her green eyes were filled with immense sadness, tears threatening to fall down her face. She wanted this just as badly as he did, if not more.

Placing a soft kiss on her lips, he rested his forehead on hers, "We'll get through this baby, we always do. It'll happen when the time is right."

For the sake of their sanity, he hoped that was soon.

There was nothing more enjoyable or relaxing than a big mug of hot chocolate, especially on a day like this. Barely nine, the day was already shaping up to be a hectic one. Rooms to be fixed up, dogs to be taken to her in-law's house, last minute things to be packed; everything she thought she'd be prepared for, she was now in a rush to get done. With her husband out taking care of a couple things, she was left to do all the work herself.

She enjoyed the time alone, though. It gave her time to think and also allowed her to play her favorite music at full blast. Stephen despised her tunes, said he could only handle them for a short period of time, until they drove him insane. She, on the other hand, enjoyed them very much. Since she didn't play them too often, she thought that she'd give them the time they deserved.

Placing her now empty mug in the sink, the woman proceeded to walk up the stairs to the bedrooms. She knew that she'd have have to get things done soon, her husband was due to be back anytime now. Then they'd have to hurry to get things into their Suburban, take the dogs to his parent's house and then get to the airport to make their flight on time. She was dreading seeing his parents, they always talked too much and made sure to make her feel like she wasn't good enough for their son.

Her and his parents had never gotten along, they never even tried to get to know the girl that became their daughter-in-law. Hell, they never even tried to hide their feelings towards her in front of their son. They blamed her for taking their son out of his homeland of Ireland, though they had no real problem following them over to the states. The worst part of their belittling? Her husband never stood up for her, he just stood there and listened to them.

She didn't understand why though, didn't he care that they were hurting her feelings? If the roles were reversed, she wouldn't hesitate to defend her man. Every time she brought it up after the fact, he'd dismiss it without a single thought. Those were the only arguments the two ever got into, but they always drained her of energy and left her wondering why she even tried anymore.

Hearing the front door close, she made her way back down the stairs where she saw her husband taking off his coat and shoes. A smile came across her face when his eyes locked with hers, she loved staring at him. He was a beautiful man, indeed.

"Hey Emily, we all packed up?"

She nodded her head and reached her arms out, taking his cue he walked over and wrapped his arms around her waist. After placing many kisses on each others lips, they finally broke away from each other, "Our bags are packed and up in the bedroom, all we need to do is drop the dogs off at your parents house, then get to the airport."

"Oh, that's done. I took the dogs earlier, I didn't want any problems to mess with our moods on account of my parents."

"Oh thank goodness."

"Mother wasn't too pleased with you not being with me."

Rolling her eyes, she let go of her husband and walked towards the stairs, with him following closely behind, "Nothing I do ever pleases that woman, Stephen."

"She just wants you to put in effort, Emily."

"Effort? I put in effort, Stephen, they're just... jerks!"

No matter how much she tried they'd never let her in, and Stephen would never understand her pain. He'd always pick them over her, it was something she had gotten used to in the six years they had been married. It didn't hurt any less though.

"We'll talk about this when we get back... let's just get going."

As he grabbed their bags she stood in front of their dresser and watched him, "I'll be out in a bit, I need to go to the bathroom."

He left her a couple bags to take when she went down and left the bedroom. Once she was sure she was alone, she let the tears flow down her face, she hated feeling like this. Like the perpetrator instead of the victim. Opening her underwear drawer, she took down the manila envelope taped to the top of the drawer. Inside the envelope were papers she had received from her lawyer, it was something she had been thinking about for some time now. She didn't want to go through with it, but now it seemed inevitable.

Putting it back in its place, she wiped away stray tears and closed the drawer. She grabbed the two bags he had left her, along with her purse and headed down the steps. Closing and locking the front door, images of the envelope and the papers in it ran through her mind. She had already made up her mind, it had been made up since she asked for the papers. How she was supposed to bring them to her husband was the tricky part.

It had to be done though, she couldn't live in the marriage anymore, not because she didn't love him, his parents were too much to handle. With him continuously taking their side, she wasn't sure how he felt about her anymore. Once in the passenger seat, she made herself comfortable as her husband began backing out of the driveway. She'd make sure to make this vacation go off without a hitch, wearing her infamous smile she would make everyone think that they were happy.

When they got back home, then she'd deal with the reality of her broken marriage.

an. So, what did y'all think? I'll try and update this story as much as possible, Michelle and Danie, I hope you like how I've portrayed your girls! Visuals will be up on my Twitter account (xlightafire), so go take a look! And if anyone is wondering their ages, everyone is thirty, except Rylee, she is 27.