A/N: Wanted to start something new after getting a weird burst of inspiration. I am a big fan of CENTON slash, obviously and so envy people who could write Mpreg. I just can't get a handle on it so I won't even try. I'll stick to my adoption storylines when I want the boys to have children. I can't remember what show I saw that gave me this idea but I wanted to try it. I found the piece of scrap I took the notes on thrown on my desk today and just started writing. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own no person, character, storyline from WWE!

John Cena shuffled anxiously from one foot to another in front of the St. Louis home he once called his own. He took a deep breath before reaching his hand forward and pressing the doorbell, the chimes echoing inside. One of his feet began a rapid tap on the pavement outside the front door and his eyes darted down, noting with a sigh that even the welcome mat he'd placed there months ago had been removed by his irate, soon to be ex-husband.

The large wooden door suddenly swung open and John's eyes connected with the icy stare of said man. He held the gaze for only a few seconds before swinging it around him to where the small, blond girl ran towards him. John's lips curved into a smile and he bent down, his arms instantly opening to welcome her.

"Daddy John! I'm so happy you're here!"

John lifted the girl into his arms, his eyes closing as he relished in the embrace of the little girl he had raised as his own; the little girl he considered his own despite no blood bond between them. "I'm so happy to be here, too, princess. I missed you so much, Ally."

Alanna raised her head, her eyes as bright blue as her father's but filled with a warmth his had lost. "I missed you, too, Daddy."

"Well, we're gonna spend a whole week together and have tons of fun, OK." John set her down and smiled. Alanna nodded happily and tugged John inside. "Yay! My bag is right here so we could go now..."

John quickly shook his head. "In a bit, baby. I have to talk to Dad for a few minutes first, OK. Could you go watch TV for a little while so we could talk?"

Alanna nodded and looked up at her father, whose face finally softened its hardened expression as he motioned her inside towards the living room. John lifted his eyes back up to his husband's and felt his heart begin to race, the normal reaction for whenever he looked at Randy Orton. The younger man had been making John's heart race for 10 years now and it wasn't changing anytime soon.

"What in the world could you have to talk to me about?"

John's heart dropped at the cold tone coming from Randy's voice, a tone he'd only heard when they'd portrayed enemies on television for work. "Something I'd rather not talk about outside. May I please come inside?"

Randy sighed loudly before taking a step back, opening the door wider so John could step in. John moved quickly past him, careful not to touch him and have him change his mind. He smiled at Alanna, who lay sprawled on the sofa watching TV before continuing on into the kitchen. Randy followed slowly behind, a look of annoyance and indifference on his handsome face. He stood opposite John, keeping the counter between them as his arms crossed over his chest. "All right. I gave you permission to come inside because you wanted to talk so talk. What do you want?"

John couldn't help the short laugh that escaped his lips at Randy's words but regretted it instantly when the younger man's eyes narrowed dangerously. "What the fuck is so funny, Cena?"

"The fact that I'm being given permission to enter my own home," responded John, daring to push the envelope since he knew Randy would never lash out at him with their daughter only a room away.

"This is no longer your home. You lost the right to call this place home when you stuck your dick inside someone else." Randy's hands dropped to his side as he growled at John, his fist clenching tightly. John lifted his head defiantly and glanced at the tightening fists before smirking. "He who stuck his own dick inside someone else shouldn't talk, should he? Let's not forget who was first, babe."

"You should thank the good Lord that little girl is within eye and earshot, Cena. I could so easily kick your ass right now." If possible, Randy's growl grew angrier and the veins on his neck and arms looked ready to burst. John sighed and shook his head. "You could but you're not going to. Look, let's just drop this. I'm sorry I started it. This isn't what I came in here for."

"Then what the hell are you in here for? You came to get Al for the week so just take her and get the fuck out already!" Randy rolled his eyes and turned away, beginning to pace around the room. John watched him silently for a few seconds before speaking up again. "I got a call from the agency. Someone picked us, Ran."

Randy stopped in his tracks, his head spinning around and his eyes widening by the time they connected with John's. "What? Someone picked us?"

John nodded, another laugh escaping him. "Yeah, can you believe it? After being on that list for 3 damn years, now is when someone decides to pick us. She's due to give birth in 7 months and she wants us to adopt her baby."

Randy shook his head, a look of disbelief on his face. "Oh my God. I can't believe this."

"I always said God had a really funny sense of humor when it came to us. This kinda just proved me right." John shrugged and collapsed on a bar stool around the large counter. Randy stared at him and remained silent. He slowly lowered his body onto another stool and looked down at the marble top. "What did you tell them?"

"Not what I should've told them," replied John softly. Randy looked up and frowned. "What?"

"I didn't tell them the truth, Randy. I should've told them the truth. We split up, we're barely speaking, we fucked up this relationship as much as we both could and there's no way we could adopt a child at this stage. I didn't tell them that. I told them that it was great news and that we couldn't wait to meet her." John shrugged once more. "I don't even know why I did it."

Randy's frown softened. "Because we've waited 3 years for this baby; a child to call our own and it's not fair that this is when it happened. God, this isn't fair."

"Maybe it is. Maybe this is the way it should be happening." John shook his head and stared into Randy's confused gaze. "What's to say we would've made it any way? Maybe its best we didn't adopt earlier. We're gonna put Al through hell now. This is going to kill her so maybe it's best we're not doing it to another kid, too."

Randy shook his head dismissively. "Al knows it's OK for parents not to be together. Look at me and Sam."

"She never saw you and Sam together to begin with, Randy! She had no idea what that would be like. She has seen you and me together from the day she was born. You have to blind to not see what we're doing to her. It's killing me inside to know I'm responsible for hurting that little girl in any way." John stopped as he heard his voice increasing with his rising anger.

Randy sighed and looked towards the living room at his daughter. "Well, you're not the only one who's responsible for fucking this up."

"No shit," mumbled John. He quickly held up a hand when he saw Randy's mouth open to respond. "Please, don't. I don't mean to keep up the smart remarks. I don't want to ruin the first real talk we've had in months."

Randy rolled his eyes and leaned forward. "Whatever. I just have one question, though. Why did you even tell me? You should've just told them no and I would've never had to know. What was the point of telling me?"

"I figured you had a right to know. I thought they might call you, too and then you would get even more pissed off at me and the last thing I need is for you to take away the one child I already do have..."

"I would never take Alanna away from you, asshole." Randy interrupted John's rant, his voice full of indignation. "No matter what happened between us, I would never punish her!"

"Well, thank God for court agreements, huh?" mumbled John.

Randy glared at him, his voice as icy as his glare. "Court agreements or not, I still wouldn't keep you away from her." He stood up and began to pace once more, the urge to grab a cigarette after almost a year of not doing so almost overwhelming him. He looked at John once more and shook his head. "You really must think I'm the asshole in this, don't you?"

"No, I don't, Randy. I never have. I would've never wanted another child with you if I thought you were an asshole." John stood up and walked around the counter to stand in Randy's way. "Despite what's happened to us, I can never claim that you aren't an amazing father. I guess that's the real reason I told you. In case you still wanted to do this..."

"I could never raise another child on my own, John." Randy shook his head and looked at Alanna. "You know how much we travel for work and you see how much time we miss with Al...I just couldn't do it on my own."

"That's not what I meant." John took a step closer to Randy's form. "I meant that I told you in case you still wanted to do it all. Not just the adopting but also the trying of the marriage again."

Randy's eyes widened and he quickly took a step back. "Don't, John,"

"I still love you and I know you still love me. If we didn't care about each other we wouldn't still be so pissed at each other. There's still love there, Ran. We have 7 months until this baby is born. We can choose to fix our problems and try to become a family once more or we can decide right now to give up and if we do, I swear I'll call the adoption agency and tell them to look for another couple." John sighed and stared into Randy's eyes, his heart beginning to pound again as he saw the conflicting emotions run over Randy's face. "It's up to you, Ran."

Randy stared into John's eyes, the eyes he'd known and loved for a decade. His entire being vibrated with the need for the older man and he had to fight to stop for pulling him into his arms. The constant memory that plagued him for weeks now of seeing John in bed with another man ran across his mind but he quickly forced it away, focusing on the hope he saw in John's eyes. Taking a deep breath, he slowly nodded. "OK. I'll give us 7 months."

John nodded, unable to stop the smile from spreading across his face. "We got a deal."

A/N: OK, guys! Review and let me know what you think. I am working on the next chapter of Love Story so don't worry about me starting this new piece. I won't ignore my other baby.