A/N: I would like to thank all of my readers and reviewers. I hope you guys like this one as much as you loved the other stories. I know that I have lots of stories going but bear with me.

A/N 2: I would like to also thank Cenaholic for pushing me to write this story. I actually needed to get this story out. It's been bugging me...a lot.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything dealing with WWE or any song lyrics that is used as a muse. I also do not own the rights to any products or persons mentioned in the story as well.

Warning: There is harsh language and adult themes as well as Slash between some of the characters (mostly M/M).

Chapter One

John lay in the doctor's office, eyes glistening with tears. He blinked rapidly as he sniffled. He could not believe what he just heard. He had lost the baby, his baby, their baby. He had hoped and wished for so long that he would be able to have a child. When he got pregnant, it was the happiest day of his life. He beamed and glowed. His boyfriend was excited as well.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Cena," the Dr. Reinhardt stated. "I know words aren't comforting enough, but this tends to happen all the time with male pregnancy. We don't know why."

John nodded as the nurse cleaned him up.

"Male pregnancy is a relatively new thing," Dr. Reinhardt went on to explain. "Some men can get pregnant, some have problems, and others can't get pregnant at all. The fact that you did get pregnant means you'll have other opportunities to have a baby."

John merely nodded once more.

"If you need anything, just let me know, okay?"

"Okay," John breathed. He gathered his things and slowly made his way to his car.

The wind picked up, causing the man to shiver. He shrugged firmly into his thin jacket. The man slipped into the driver's side. He stared out the window and let the tears fall down his cheeks. He rubbed his stomach, feeling so empty, so hurt. How could he tell his boyfriend about this? How could he tell his parents that they were not going to be grandparents? How was he going to feel around his best friend, who is pregnant?

John wiped the tears away with his hands. He went searching in the glove box for a pack of tissues. He found them and blew his nose.

His cellphone went off. "Hello? Hi, Mama." He listened and his eyes grew wide. "Is he okay? Will Daddy be all right? Okay, that's good to hear. I'm-I'm coming over. Don't worry about me, Mama. I'll drive up if it makes you feel better. Love you."

John hung up his phone and ran his hands over his face. He started his car and drove as quickly as he could to his home in the suburbs. Every house looked the same with a difference here and there like a flowerbed of flowers, an American flag in the middle of the yard, a birdbath, etc.

John drove up to his home that he shared with his boyfriend of ten years. He met the older man in college while getting his Education degree. He had already gotten a degree in exercise physiology a few years prior. He just wanted to go back to school to see what other areas might interest him.

The blond stared at his boyfriend's car, which was odd that it was still there. He should be at work at that time of day. John shrugged it off and entered the home. He saw that his boyfriend's wallet and keys were in the dish that sat on top of the table next to the door.

John made his way through the living room, down a hallway, and to the bedroom door.

"Hunter, we shouldn't be doing this," a man said.

John stood still. He recognized the voice.

"Hush, Shawn, John won't be back for a few hours."

"You're tickling me."

The young man stood dumbfounded. His lover, his boyfriend, his best friend was having an affair in their home, in their bed. Their bed. John pressed his forehead against the door.

"Hunter...stop."

"Why? You know you like it."

"What about about John?"

"What about him? You know I love you."

Fresh tears flowed down John's face. First, his baby. Then, the news about his dad. Now, this. The hurt, the betrayal, the pain.

Like a zombie, John walked out of the house and to his car. He was on auto-drive. He drove back to the city, to the one place he felt safe. He parked his car and walked up the ten flights of steps to the apartment. He quietly knocked.

The door opened and the smiling face of his friend greeted him. Then, he frowned. "John...come in."

"I just came by for some of my clothes that I left here, Mike," John stated as he entered.

Mike nodded and dragged his friend to the black leather couch. "Johnny, talk to me. What's wrong?"

"I-I-I just need my clothes."

Mike's husband stepped out of the kitchen. His piercing gaze fell onto John and his glare softened.

"Randy, could you please get us some water?" Mike asked as he rubbed his stomach.

The tattooed man nodded.

John stared at a spot on the floor as Mike caressed his friend's lower back. Randy came back in and place the drinks onto the coffee table. He took a seat in his black leather recliner. His eyes were on Mike's best friend, studying him.

"Johnny, talk to me," Mike replied. "Please."

"I'm just...having a fucking terrible day," John finally answered as he moved his blues up to Mike's.

"What happened?"

"I don't know which is worst, me losing the baby, my dad getting shoot on the job, or me coming home to my cheating boyfriend." With the realization of it all, John broke down. He shook uncontrollably while he cried.

Mike gathered his friend in his arms and let him cry it out. He cooed and whispered to his friend.

Randy looked on. Even though John and he never got along, he still felt pain for what the man was going through. He moved his blues to his husband. He could not imagine putting Mike through any kind of pain like that. To be hit in one day with three bad news was enough to break anyone.

After awhile, John had cried himself to sleep. Mike laid his friend down onto the couch while Randy put a blanket over him. Mike grabbed Randy's hand and pulled his husband to the kitchen.

"Poor Johnny," Mike said as he rubbed his stomach.

Randy nodded as he watched his three month pregnant spouse. He pulled Mike into an embrace and held him tightly. He could not imagine and did not want to imagine losing his first child. He closed his eyes and slowly breathed.

"If he needs a place to stay, he can stay here," Randy spoke.

Mike looked at him. "You sure? I mean you and John..."

"Honey, I can put aside our differences to make sure that he's okay."

"Thank you." He gave a chaste kiss on Randy's lips.

"Just let him sleep for awhile."

…

The next day, John woke, eyes still red, heart broken, and emotionally drained. He stood and went to the bathroom. He could hear Mike's bed squeaking, labored breathing, and soft mewling as he passed their door. John blushed and went to do his business. He was glad that he had an extra toothbrush in the sink drawer. He opened the packet and went about doing his routine minus a shower.

John went to the kitchen and sat with his head in his hands. He did not know how long he stayed there like that.

"Morning, John," Mike greeted. He had a smile on his face and seemed to glow.

John nodded.

"What would you like to do today?"

"I need to go ahead and get my clothes together so I can visit my family," John replied.

"Okay. I still have some of your jeans and shirts."

"Thank you."

"No problem. Do you want me to go with you? I mean to your family."

John shook his head. "I would like to go by myself."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. It's just a four day drive."

"You're not going by plane?"

"No...I need to clear my head. Besides, I told my mom that I would drive up just to be on the safe side."

Mike gave a weak smile. "Okay."

Randy came into the kitchen and kissed his husband good-bye.

"No breakfast?" Mike asked.

"Nah, I'll grab something at the office," Randy replied.

"Okay. Don't work too hard."

Randy smirked and left.

"Do you want to get more clothes...from your house?" Mike asked.

"I'll just go shopping for more stuff that I'll need."

Mike nodded and went to his bedroom. He came back with a medium sized bag that was packed with John's things. "Let's go shopping."

John nodded. "I need to take a quick shower first."

Mike waited. He could not believe what his friend was going through. He felt anger towards Hunter. How could he do this to his friend, to the man he has been with for ten years? Did Hunter even love John? Mike sighed as he shook his head.

"Ready," John said.

The younger man stood up and grabbed his things. "I'm going to take my car just in case you want to just leave and go straight to your folks' place."

"Okay."

They made their way to Target. John bought some more jeans, sweaters, socks, boxers, deodorant, a jacket, a shaving kit, toothbrush with toothpaste, and soap. He placed his stuff in the trunk of his car. He stared at his friend and hugged him.

"Drive safely, okay?" Mike said.

"I will," Cena whispered.

"Take care of yourself."

"I will."

"Call me when you get there. No, fuck that. Call me every time you stop."

With the roll of his eyes, John said, "Okay."

"Promise me."

"I promise, Mike."

They said their good-byes and parted ways.

John drove towards his parent's home like he said he would and he called Mike every time he stopped. He ignored all of Hunter's messages. He just wanted his mind clear. He wanted to forget.

It was day three of his journey and he drove through the mountains. He should have been nervous since it was fall and the roads tended to get a little slippery when driving through the mountains. John's mind was not on the mountains nor the conditions of the roads. His mind was still on what was going on in his life. He rubbed his stomach, still devastated that he lost his baby.

John looked down at his phone when he saw it vibrating. Hunter's name flashed on the screen. John sighed and shook his head. He turned his attention back to the road. His eyes grew wide when he saw a deer standing there in his way. John jerked the wheel and skidded off into the woods. His car flipped over and went down the hill. It came to a stop, close to an edge that over looked a river.

John slowly blinked, blood blinded his vision. He wiped the blood away from his face and onto his sweater. He looked around as he took off his seat-belt. He let out a hiss when he moved.

"I need to get out of here," he whispered.

He opened his door and fell forward. He gripped onto the handle as he dangled over the fast moving river.

"Shit, shit, shit! Stupid move, Cena."

He tried to pull himself up. When he reached his right arm up, pain shot throughout his body. He shut his eyes and gritted his teeth. He knew he either cracked his ribs or broke them. He tried again, but this time, he lost his grip and fell into the river below. He could not fight the currents in his condition. He let the water sweep him way.

The water bashed him about against rocks and other debris. John was able to grab onto a rock and held on. He shivered badly from the cold. He had to make it to the shore. If he did not, he would die in the water. John pushed off and tried to swim for it but the current caught him. John fought hard and was able to get to shore. He collapsed onto a large boulder and shivered so hard that his teeth clattered.

John pushed himself up, his ribs numb thankfully to the cold. He slowly walked toward the woods. Something caught his attention and John turned his head to the left. A furred creature stood upright. John blinked several times and passed out.