THE WEDDING PLANNER II : The Next Chapter.

So sorry about the wait… I was going to post this straight away but I've had a family emergency that has kept me off of the computer. I really didn't mean to leave you guys in the lurch for that long, so once again I apologize as I know how frustrating it is when you're left on a cliff hanger for so damn long!

For new readers, I suggest you go read the first instalment as this follows on from that and will also involve and deal with a lot of my characters past issues that were written about in the last one.

Thanks to all my reviewers so far, hopefully I'll hear from you on this to!

The standard warning…

This story contains sexual content and strong language which should not be read by anyone who is under the legal age of consent in your area.

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11th June, 2004 : Stamford, CT.

With more issues than a teenage girl hooked on Vogue and moments that could only be described as scenes from your favourite soap opera, it was safe to say that at nineteen years of age Bethany Flair had already dealt with more than most people. Where as some would break down and call it quits, Beth had faced each and every one of her problems head on and had fought her way through them all with help from her friends, family and an inner strength that many people commended her for. After dealing with rape, death and a mother's betrayal, she had begun to feel like she could overcome anything that was thrown her way…

…But that idea was blown to smithereens when she had been diagnosed with her cardiomyopathy problem. Something that not only affected her, but her unborn baby aswell.

FLASHBACK : (APRIL 18TH 2004)

"No." Beth told him, taking them all by surprise.

"Beth, don't be making any hasty decisions." Her Uncle warned, doing his best to remain calm when really he wanted to get up and scream at his niece for even thinking about turning down the surgery. "We need to talk about this; do you even realize how serious this is?"

"Of course I do! But what do you expect me to do? Just forget that I have my son growing inside of me?" She looked over at Randy. "Our son…"

Randy was still gob smacked and hadn't said a word. He was faced with a heart wrenching choice; should he support his girlfriend on her decision to keep their child and face the prospect of losing the love of his life? Or should he put her health first and suggest that she terminates the pregnancy and has the life saving surgery straight away? "Beth… You could die." Randy swallowed, looking up to meet her cold stare.

"So we should kill our baby instead? Is that what you are saying?"

"I'm going to speak to the doctor outside," Ric informed them, rising from his seat. "I suggest you talk some sense into her, Randy…"

"I can't believe you're not supporting me on this," Beth snapped at him once they were gone. "I mean, am I the only one who wants this baby?"

"Of course I want the baby, Beth." Randy sighed, throwing his hands up. "But if I have to choose between you and something that isn't even here yet, than I choose you…"

"It's not a matter of choosing between us, Randy." Beth shot back. "The doctor never said that I needed this surgery right now, he just said that I needed it. I could wait, you know? Just until after the baby is born…"

"But what if something happens before then? What if your heart fails or something? Losing my child is one thing, but if I lost you to?..." He trailed off, becoming rather emotional.

Beth watched as he leant forward and placed his head in his hands. "You're not going to lose me," She said in a whisper, feeling herself well up.

They remained in silence for a few minutes as Randy struggled to get a hold of his emotions. She had never seen him cry before, so Beth herself was pretty speechless anyway. "I'm sorry…" She sniffled.

Randy looked up, his tear-stained face becoming visible for the first time. He scooted his chair over so that he was closer to her bedside and took her hand in his. "You have nothing to be sorry about," He insisted, giving her hand a squeeze. "We never knew this was going to happen."

"I'm not going to get the abortion, Randy." Beth broke to him, her eyes glazed over with tears.

While everyone had hoped that she would change her mind, Beth hadn't budged at all. She was determined to have this baby and was set on becoming a mom. Randy was trying his best to support her decision and two months on, their relationship still remained strong. He was doing his best under the circumstances, but if you asked any wrestlers wife or girlfriend, than they'd tell you how difficult it is to have a man who's on the road for more than half of the week while you hold the fort at home.

"Step away from the box, Flair."

Beth groaned, taking a step backwards. The young couple were moving their belongings into their new home. With Beth off the road, she needed something to fill her time and after a long debate Randy had decided that sorting paperwork at WWE Headquarters would be a reasonable, stress-free way to keep her busy while he was away wrestling.

…That and she would be working with Shane, which meant he would be able to keep an eye on her while Randy was gone.

Jogging over, He stopped infront of her and wagged his finger in her face. "No lifting," He warned, reaching down to lift the box off of the ground.

She cocked her head and frowned. "It's a box of pillows, Randy…"

"So?" Randy retorted, carrying the box back into the house. "It could be a box of air and I still wouldn't let you carry it."

"Since when did you-" She paused, rethinking what he had just said. "A box of air? Why the hell would we be moving in a box of air?"

Randy eyed her, shaking his head while stepping back outside to collect another box. "You know, sometimes I wonder why you're not blonde…" He mused.

"Because I lived with the Hogan's and saw first hand the damage that peroxide does to your hair," Beth pointed out, standing in the doorway. "Besides, it's a proven fact that brunettes do it better…"

Re-entering the house, Randy licked his lips and walked towards his heavily pregnant girlfriend. "They most certainly do…"

Beth giggled, stepping into his arms as Randy bent his head and caught her lips in a gentle kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled up at him as they parted. "How about we take a break from unpacking and go check out the new bedroom?"

Randy's mood changed as he gently untangled himself from her arms and took a step back. He had been reluctant to do anything more than kiss since Beth had found out about her heart problem and had been worried that anything they did sexually would affect her or the baby.

"I'm not some china doll, Rand." Beth stated with a sigh. "I'm not going to break, you know?"

"I know that…" Randy insisted with a shrug, avoiding eye contact with her.

"So then what is it?" She huffed, throwing her hands up. "Do you not find me attractive anymore… Is that it?"

"Of course I find you attractive, baby…" Randy insisted, resting his hands on her waist. "You're absolutely beautiful. It's just… I'm scared I'm going to hurt you, you know?

"We spoke to the doctor about this, remember? He said its fine." Beth reminded him with a smile. "So are we going to go upstairs, or what?"

Feeling convinced, Randy shot her a smile and took her hand, leading her towards the stairs.

Two hours later…

"Did you just hear the doorbell go?" Beth asked, turning her head to look at Randy.

Randy shrugged, both of them staying silent until the familiar sound could be heard again.

"It might be Dave." Randy explained while climbing out of bed. "He said he might stop by after he's been to the gym…"

"How about you don't answer it and we stay in bed?" Beth suggested, patting the empty space beside her.

"I really think we should get the rest of our things unpacked, babe." Randy replied, pulling on his discarded clothes. "I'm flying out tomorrow morning, remember?"

Beth eyes narrowed as she struggled to pull herself up. "Let me explain something to you…"

Uh oh… Randy thought to himself. Here come the pregnancy hormones…

"Being pregnant means that my libido is twice as high as usual, and it's been that freaking way since my second god damn trimester. But you, Mr. too-concerned-to-pleasure-your-girlfriend, have not given me any loving for over a month… A MONTH!" She stressed, waving her arms about. "Now incase you haven't realized… I'm fat. And being this fat and pregnant makes it much harder for us to get it on…"

"But we just-"

She cut him off. "I'm eight months pregnant! Every day I'm gaining like, an additional 200 pounds! Soon you're going to be cut off, you know that right? And as soon as we have this baby it's going to be nothing more than sleepless nights and midnight feeds."

Randy's eyes widened. "I'll go get rid of him!"

Beth smiled and watched as he left the bedroom and clambered down the stairs as fast as he could. She could hear him conversating with someone downstairs, but was unable to make out the voice of the other person.

"Uhh… Beth, I think you should come down here…"

Groaning, Beth spent the next two minutes trying to get out of bed. After finally managing to pull herself up, the brunette made her way towards the stairs and carefully climbed down them. Only when she reached the bottom did she finally see who really was at the door.

"Mom?" She gasped, taking a step back. "What are you doing here?"