A/N: YIKES! Another new story from me? How not surprising. Well, this story was inspired by xxxRKOEnigmaxxx's 'The Viper's Angel' (a very amazing, cute story!) So all rights and credits go to her!

I only own Aubreyanne (Aubrey-Ann), Aurora, Ann and Anna.

Chapter One:

"What do you mean they aren't not your kids!" Anna clenched her stomach, feeling another kick. Tears rolled down her pink cheeks, as she sat, starring dead at the boy in front of her. "We had sex multiple times Randy, how could you even say such a thing?"

"Easy," Randy smirked, blowing the smoke from the cigarette in between in his fingers into the open air. "Your kid's aren't mines, Anna," He said, taking another drag.

"It isn't good to smoke in front of her Randy," She gestured her brown eyes to the toddler playing peacefully on the floor beside her. "She's two years old; our daughter doesn't need to be around that,"

"Anna, how many times do I have to say it? I don't care about your fucking kid!" He said, watching tears fall from her cheeks. "You just show up at my door step, after four years, with a little girl and another one your about to give birth to, and just tell me I'm their father? What type of shit is that An?"

"That wasn't my original plan Randy!" Anna nearly yelled. Running a hand through her black hair, she sighed, closing her eyes, trying her best to relax. "I didn't tell you I was pregnant at first, because I didn't want to ruin your life! But after a couple of years, when Aubreyanne started asking about her 'daddy', I wanted to tell you about her! But when I met up with you a couple of months ago, that didn't happen, did it? Instead we had sex, you got me pregnant, again, and now you're bailing on me,"

"That's bullshit Anna, and you know it!" Randy barked, shifting his gaze to the little girl, crying at his knees. Her arms out, as if she was asking him to pick her up. "Wow, you've trained her good Anna. You've got this poor girl thinking I'm her dad. You're a fucking bitch An, and I hope she grows up to hate your ass,"

"You're her dad, and you know it. You can pretend all you want that it's not, but you'll always know it's the truth!" Anna said through her clenched teeth. "One day, you'll realize how much these girls will need you, and by then, they won't have the slightest respect for you, and I won't blame them,"

"Mommy!" The little brunette girl cried, pulling on her dress, as she sucked her thump. "I want go!"

"Don't worry Sweetie," Anna said as she picked up the toddler. She glared at the boy, holding the front door open, letting in the warm air. "We were just leaving,"

"Good bye, Anna," He smirked, blowing smoke into the air again. "And good luck,"

10 Years Later.

Holding her little sister tightly, Aubreyanne Miller quietly kept a steady walk, ignoring the views of various stars and technical workers of the WWE. Her blue eyes remained looking at her feet, and nowhere else, as if there was something remarkably fascinating about her converse shoes. Her journey was set long before her mother even noticed she had taken off with her sister. Finding her father was the goal, she planned to meet. For the sake of not only herself, but for her young sister Aurora.

"Are you sure we're going the right way Aubrey?" Aurora Miller glanced curiously at her sister, meeting her blue eyes. "I'm pretty sure the superstars would be wrestling in the ring, not back here,"

"Rory, I know where we're going," She mumbled, trying her hardest not get any stares. "Just relax, okay?" She sighed, tucking some of her dark brunette hair behind her ear.

Superstars passed them by, not even questioning them for being backstage. Aubreyanne pressed her lips together, keeping her urge to ask the superstars for an autograph. Her eyes scanned for the certain name she had learned at the age of two. Randy Orton. The thought of him sent shivers down her spine. She hadn't been a big fan of him leaving her mother, but soon her curiosity of knowing him grew, along with her sisters.

Even if for only a moment she could see him, so many questions in her mind would be asked. Why did he deny her as his child? Would he send her back to her mother? Has he ever thought of the? Questions that burned for answers.

Feeling the vibration of her phone, Aubreyanne ignore the call, knowing it was from her grandmother. She could already hear her grandma scowling at her for leaving, and how she was not only endangering herself, but her little sister as well. Things she already knew, but didn't want to admit.

"I'm nervous," Aurora murmured, holding her sister's hand tighter. Her light brunette curls hung that past her shoulders, and sat neatly in a ponytail. "I feel like I'm meeting a celebrity or something," She smoothed out her short summer dress, making sure it was perfected as much as possible.

"I know," Aubreyanne agreed, running a hand through her dark brunette hair, caring less of her style than usual that consisted of black jeggings and a short sleeved shirt. "I think this is his room," She breathed out in nervousness.

She bawled her fist up, hesitant at knocking. Taking a deep breath, she knocked lightly on the door with 'Randy Orton' written above it. Instantly, her thought was run away, and cry to her mother about how she was stupid for leaving. But she swallowed that thought away, anxious for the door to open, and reveal her dad.

"Maybe he isn't here," Aubreyanne closed her eyes, pressing the bridge of her nose in embarrassment. "I am so damn stupid," She forcefully kicked the door, not minding the by passers.

"No you're not Sissy," Aurora sighed, looking around. "He probably just went somewhere; he'll be back soon…hopefully,"

"I hope you're right—"

"Excuse me," A husky voice interrupted the two, causing them to jump. "Why are you two at my locker-room?" He asked, focusing his eyes on Aubreyanne, knowing there was something familiar about her.

"I-I um, I'm Aubreyanne Miller… you know our Mom, Anna? Sh-she told me about you, and, I, uh, wanted to meet you," Aubrey starred uncontrollably at the tanned, dark haired man in front of her, completely lost for words. "I think you, um, may know something about my dad,"

A smirked crept upon his face, realizing who the two girls where. It was obvious to him now; these were the daughters of Anna Miller.

"So, you two are Anna's little girls?" He asked, opening his locker-room door, gesturing for them to follow him inside. "You sure do have her features," He added. Plopping himself on the leather couch.

"She tells us we look more like our father," Aurora spoke, surprising even herself that she said anything at all. "I know you may not believe us, but we have paperwork, and a DNA sample from your sister, that you're one-hundred percent our father,"

"Wait, Becky did a DNA test?" He questioned, giving an 'I-don't-believe-you' look to the younger girl. "She would've told me…let me see that,"

"Here," Aurora handed him the papers, showing a cheeky smile, and feeling very brave. "It's all there,"

"This," He paused, scanning over the papers again, as he scratched his chin. "can't be real. Look, I'm sorry girls, but you must have the wrong guy. I don't have any kids,"

"I knew it," Aubreyanne shook her head, holding back tears as she focusing on the man in front of her. "Mom was right about you," She began feeling her voice start to crack. "You don't want us,"

"No Sissy, don't say that!" Aurora argued back. "You know you're our dad, don't you? You aren't what Mom says you are. I just know you're good,"

Randy smiled, looking down at the Aurora, seeing how she was much like him herself. So eager to change the minds of others, and prove her point. She was a younger girl version of him as a kid. Icy blue eyes that could make anyone smile a personality that brightened the world; it was shocking to know that that type of person ever existed in the heart of Randy Orton.

"Aurora, right?" He sighed as he kneeled down to the height of the little girl. Her eyes widened with excitement, hoping he would admit to being their father. "I'm not sure how to say this, but I'm not your dad. Anna should've told you this instead of lying to you two,"

"She isn't! I know you're out Dad, you please, stop lying to us!"

"Hey Orton," John Cena walked said, as he entered the room without any warning. His eyes glanced at the two girls, wondering who they were. A smile pierced his dimple cheeks, "You two fans?" He asked, getting a pen from his back pocket. "Want an autograph?"

"We're not fans!" Aurora screamed, tears flowing down her cheeks. "He's our Dad! He just won't say it,"

"Whoa, whoa, little girl. This guy here," He patted Randy's back. "This is best friend. I think I'd know if he had any kids,"

"I guess you're ashamed of our Mother," Aubreyanne said. "We have a DNA test right here, but that isn't good enough for you? I was so dumb to believe meeting you was a good thing,"

"Randy," John said, as he looked over the test results. He cocked an eyebrow, looking back and forth at the girls and Randy. "They're telling the truth. You're their dad,"

"No," Randy mumbled. His snatched the paper from John, relooking over it. "How is this? Me and Anna were always careful… what's her number? I need to talk to her,"

"You can't do that," Aubreyanne smirked dollishly as the man before her. "We kind of left…without notice…"

Randy sighed, picking up his duffle bag. "I need to take them back to St. Louis. Their runaways!"

"No! You cannot make us go back there!" Aubreyanne grabbed her little sister with a tight grip. "If you were around in our lives, you'd know that our Mom died two years ago," She looked to her feet.

Randy scratched his head, unsure of his current emotions.

It was strange, hearing his high school sweetheart was had been dead over the last two years, but it seemed even more surreal. In the instant moment of glaring at the two girls, he felt his knees beneath him go weak, and fell to the ground, with tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Dude are you—"

"She was right," He mumbled, ignoring John's hand to help him up. "Those are kids, and I didn't believe her. Now she's gone,"

"It isn't your fault," Aurora kneeled down to him, tucking some of her light brown hair behind her ear. "She got in a car accident. No one could've stopped it,"

Lifting himself up, Randy glazed at Aurora, holding back more tears. Her brown eyes, like Anna's, made him melt with one innocent look she gave. She was just like her mother, seeing the brighter sides of horrible situations.

"Aurora," His cracking voice erupted. "I believe you. I know that you and your sister are my kids, and I promise to be your father from now till forever," He smirked, watching her face brightening up with joy. Nearly knocking him over, Aurora rushed herself into the arms of Randy.

Aubreyanne rolled her eyes, "We'll give you this one chance. But are you sure you can handle us – two kids? Have you even watched kids before?" She questioned, eyeing the two men standing.

"Look Aubrey, me and Randy are good with kids, our jobs permit it," John smiled, showing off his dimples, and then turned his attention to Randy. "Dude, I'm your best friend, so your kids are my kids,"

"Thanks John," Randy mumbled, as the two pounded knuckles.

"So, uh... you don't like live here, in the little room, do you?" Aurora asked, looking around in disgust. "I don't think we'll all fit in this baby room,"

The two men laughed in unison, "No Aurora, I don't live here," He said. "I'll take you guys to my hotel room, then I have to ask some questions,"

The two girls nodded, walking out of the door in front of the two men.

X-X-X

Randy sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. Feeling the time of the night finally dawning on him, he yawned, trying his best not the wake the girls sleeping in his bed.

After calling his parents, and sharing the news with them (to his surprise, they were more than glad, seeing as they had already known the girls), and calling Ann, their grandmother, and having a nice long chat with Vince, he had made sure everyone knew of his little girls.

It surprised him how in a short amount of time, he felt like he had known the girls forever. Aubreyanne, who looked almost identical to him, shared the same personality of his sister Becky, who had been friends with Anna even after the breakup. He amazed him how much she had grown up, from being the two year old who cried at his feet, to one of the two people who he loved more than life.

Aurora seemed to have the same attitude of her mother, and nothing more. Her features defined Anna's. Soft brown eyes, and a smile that'd make even the Undertaker melt, and light brown curly hair that was just like his when he was a child.

"What a night," John whispered as he stood beside Randy, watching the two girls dreaming away in their sleep. "I lose my WWE title, and you find out you have two kids!"

"I know," Randy mumbled, with a sigh. "I feel like I abandoned these girls, when I knew I could've been there for them. The day that Anna told me she was pregnant again; I thought she was lying to get me to stay with her. People had been telling me rumors that she was sleeping with other guys, and when I saw her with Aubreyanne, I panicked."

"At least you have a second chance to fix things," John patted his shoulder. "I'm gonna go to my hotel room… you okay having?"

Randy nodded, "Yeah I'm alright Man, I'll see you tomorrow," He said, not looking away from the girls.

Randy pulled up a chair soon after John felt, beside the bed. Watching his daughters sleeping like angels made him feel like an ass for never being there for them. But the fact he had a second chance, he was determined to not fail on them.

On his daughters.

X-X-X

So did like? Hopefully you did. I'm not sure if I'll be continuing this story, because I've never done one of these, I'm debating if it's good or not. I also realize that this chapter doesn't hold much information about my OC's, so there is a little bio about them on my profile! For now this will stay complete, and if you guys give it a good review, I'll write more.

-Chelsie!