I can't

Summary: It all started with a hug in the rain. When Chris Jericho and Mickie James's relationship started to develop. They needed to regret it, for the sake of their loved ones but they couldn't. It was all what the heart wanted but the mind couldn't have.

Chapter 1: Urgent

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Mickie walked reluctantly into her house, knowing what was in store for her. John Cena, being the over protective boyfriend he is, would ask her endless questions regarding where she was last night.

"Why didn't you come home last night?!" John shouted as Mickie walked through the door. "I don't want to talk about it," Mickie sighed as she sat down and turned on the TV. "We tell each other everything!" John shouted and turned of the TV.

"If you excuse me, I was actually watching that!" Mickie frowned. "No you wasn't, you were thinking about something else.." John sat down next to Mickie but she moved away. "What if I was?" "Well then we can sort it out," John smiled.

Oh no, not the smile, that cute smile! Mickie thought to herself. "I'm not sure you want to know John," Mickie chuckled nervously. "Of course I want to know!"

Mickie didn't say another word. She didn't tell him, she wasn't sure. She wanted to make things right but that was not the way - it would have made things fall apart.

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"Fired?" Chris Jericho asked. "Yes, I am sorry, but we are indeed firing you," Vince McMahon said, fiddling with his pen. "But why?"

"This is hard enough already I don't want to go into explanation, just leave or I will have my men escort you out of the building," Vince said and turned to face the window. "Vince - One more thing," Vince turned around, looking interested.

"I wont come back, never EVER again!" Chris slammed the door behind him. Randy Orton, the backstage bully, walked up to him.

"So, Vinne Mac finally realised you were no good. Pathetic from the start you were," "Really, remind me, who was the first undisputed Intercontinental champion?" Randy Orton didn't say anything. "Exactly what I thought," Chris walked away.

Now the trouble happened. Chris's girlfriend, Candice Michelle (Authors Note: Yes I know, they don't go together) came up to him. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. "How was the meeting?" she asked.

"Not too good, I've been 'released' as WWE calls it," he sighed. Candice opened her mouth to say something but Chris got a text message. From Mickie.

'Park - Now- Urgent' was all it read.

"Sorry, I have to go, I am fired anyway, see you later!" Chris called as he ran outside

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"Gosh you took forever," Mickie complained. "Do you know where I was?" Chris panted. "Well you wasn't in England, though it seemed like it!" Mickie and Chris laughed together.

Chris sat down next to Mickie and put his arm over her as she started to cry. "What's wrong?" he asked.

Mickie looked at Chris. "You are my best friend, don't tell anyone," she warned. Chris nodded.

"I think I'm pregnant - with you,"