I hated this. Absolutley hated this. I looked around the small locker room and smiled when I saw his suitcase full of his clothes. Picking up his ruck fules sweater and smelling it having his scent fill my senses, I silently prayed that he was doing okay in his match. He had to have a fricking I Quit Match with JBL. Why? Because he wanted to prove that he never quits or back down. I refused to watch the match. Why would I want to see my husband bleed for a title? But thats what he does. It's who he is and thats why I married him.

Looking at my watch, my stomach starts to get nervouse. The paper view was nearing it's end and he still wasnt back yet. He always has this affect on me. Every match he's in, I worry like a mother who's child starts to drive. I groaned and walked back and forth, stopping every few seconds to look at the door and see if he would walk through. But he didn't, which made me more nervoue.

"God, I swear if he doesnt come through this door in the next 2 minutes I'll...", I was cut off by that Massachucets accent that I fell inlove with.

"You'll do what babe?" I turned around and almost lost my breath. John smiled at me through the blood covering his face. I slowly made my way over to him and looked him over.

"What the hell happened? Are you alright?"

He smiled at me again and grabbed the towel I offered him. "Steel chair and I'm perfectly fine. Just a little sore. I'm going to get my self stiched up. Can you pack my bag for me?" I just nodded and he was going for a kiss but I pulled back.

"You'll get a kiss when your not bleeding like a stuffed pig." He just laughed and he walked out. Breathing a sigh of relief that he didn't suffer anything serious, I started to pack up his bag and thought about how amazing of a man I was married to. He stood by his word and never backed down from anyone. That was why he wanted to do this match. To show that he won't quit and back down from any opponent. Which is why I loved his so very much.

About 15 minutes passed and I was standing with my jacket on holding John's bag in my hand and waited for him to come through the door so we could head back to the hotel. Beeping from my black skinny jeans pocket caught my attention. I pulled out my phone and read the text.

'Can you meet me by the rental car? I have a surprise for you(: xo John'. I smiled walking to the rental car. He was always full of surprises. Pushing open the arena door, I got hit with the cool night air and walked toward the shadowed figure. Once I reached the car, I gasped.

"Happy Anniversory Baby", John said holding a boquet of red roses with a white one in the middle. The white ones were my favortie.

"Babe, you shouldn't have. I didn't get you anything though", I said while taking the flowers and kissing him. I noticed he had stiches over his eyes.

Shrugging he said, "Baby girl, you give me the present of being my wife. Everyday I wake up to your beautiful face. You gave up so much to come on the road with me. I could never thank you for that. If I don't have the championship, I'm still a champion in your eyes. Which is what makes me love you so much."

I smiled and wiped a tear away. Giving him another kiss but this time more passonite I said, "I love you John Felix Anthoney Cena".

He wrapped his arms around me and wishpered in my ear. "I love you too Alania Marie Cena. Don't ever forget that."