Title: Till Death Do Us Part
Summary: John and Angel begin to experience problems in their marriage.
Author's Note: Well, here is is, the third story in the John/Angel saga ::chuckles:: This is set four years after John's win at WrestleMania 25, and will be in 1st person... I hope you enjoy...
WARNING: Again, bad language, don't read if you're too young.
Copyright: I only own, Angel, Rayne, Jason, Mark (not Taker), and Joie. The others belong to WWE...
**Tired**
7:30 AM. Right on time. Mark came bounding into the bedroom, with Joie right behind him. Joie is my and John's daughter, her full name is Josephine Leigh Cena and she was born January 15, 2010. She looks more like me than she does John. Thank God, I don't want my daughter looking like a boy. She does have his beautiful blue eyes. Mark climbed up onto the bed and smiled at me, his emerald eyes flashing with excitement. I smiled and pushed myself up, "Good morning." Mark smiled, "Hi Mommy." He then turned and helped his sister up onto the bed. I was so grateful they got along so well. Joie smiled and climbed onto me, "Mommy," she had the sweetest voice. I smiled at her as I was now, fully awake, "What sweetie?" "When's Daddy comin' home," Mark asked for his sister. I sighed and thought for a moment, what the hell day is it? Oh, Monday. John would be home on Wednesday. I smiled at my two beautiful children, "He'll be home the day after tomorrow." Mark was satisfied with this answer and hopped off the bed. He waited at the door for Joie and she happily followed. I smiled as they exited my room, hand in hand. I groaned, I never was a morning person, but hey, I can't just let my kids be up for a few more hours, now can I? I got out of bed and immediately walked into the bathroom.
Mark and Joie were sitting at the kitchen table, eating cereal for breakfast. I was drinking a cup of orange juice and ate a couple pieces of toast. My appetite wasn't nearly what it used to be, and I heard it from everyone. John, Rayne, Brock, Dad, Sara, Raven, and Mom, no one would leave me alone about it. Joie's cries snapped me out of the thought I was in and I saw her blue eyes were clouded with tears. I got up and walked over to her, "What's wrong?" She whimpered and hugged my neck, "Mark hit me." I looked at my son, who was doing his damndest to keep his eyes from mine, "Mark?" Mark looked over at me and I cocked an eyebrow, "Why'd you hit your sister?" Mark was silent and looked into his cereal. I straightened up after Joie had finished crying, "Mark Anthony Cena, I asked you a question, and I expect you to answer." Mark shot a harsh look at me, and completely defied me. I was shocked, he had never looked at me that way, and had never disobeyed me. The shock wore away and I grabbed his chair, I pulled it out from under the table and looked down at him, as sternly as I possibly could, "Go to your room." Mark grumbled something under his breath and stomped out of the room. I looked down at Joie and she got up from the table and left. I sighed and set about cleaning up the dishes from breakfast.
I walked upstairs and checked on the kids, both were napping peacefully. I smiled and went into my room, I fell onto the bed and groaned. I was just starting to doze off when the phone rang. I sat up and grabbed the cordless off the nightstand, "Hello?" I smiled when I heard John's voice, "Hey, you okay?" I sighed and nodded, "I'm fine." John wasn't convinced, "Angel, what's wrong?" I shook my head, "I'm so tired." John's voice went from concerned to sympathetic, "Kids behaving?" I shrugged, "For the most part, but Mark hit Joie this morning, and then wouldn't answer me. I don't know what's gotten into him." My husband was truly shocked, "He hit Joie?" I nodded slowly, "Yeah." "Why?" I shrugged, "I don't know, he wouldn't tell me." "This is a first." "I know." I rolled onto my back and sighed, "I miss you so much." "I miss you too. I'll be home Wednesday morning." I nodded and propped my head on my arm, "Yeah." "Are you sure you're okay?" I shrugged as I sat up, "I don't know." "Well, maybe your Dad and Sara can watch the kids for us Thursday, and we can have the day together." I smiled, "I'll call and ask them." Ever since my Dad had retired, and we moved to Texas, he saw Mark and Joie all the time. "Yeah, they'll probably want to spend Wednesday with you," I added. "I miss them." "They miss you too. Mark asked me today when you were coming home." John sighed and I knew why. He hated being away from us, but being a wrestler wasn't exactly a 9 to 5 job. I understood that, and tried my hardest to support him. I knew how he loved his job, being out there in front of all those people, entertaining them only the way he could. Sure, other wrestlers were good, but John had his own way to capture the audience. But something in me hated him being away so much, but it was what he loved doing, and he was my husband, so I was going to support him. I heard Mark coming out of his room and smiled, "Your son is up." "I want to talk to him." I nodded and pulled the phone away, "Mark!" He came walking into my room, slowly, but his face lit up when I said, "Daddy wants to talk to you." He bounded across the room and took the phone, "Daddy?" I smiled as Mark talked to his father, John's phone calls always made the day better. Joie came into the room and Mark gave his sister the phone. It took all the strength I had to keep from crying. I missed him so much. He put up with so much shit from me, and there was no one I could ever think of loving the way I loved him. He was my world, and when I got pregnant the first time, my world expanded, and then more with Joie. I could never imagine my life without them. I needed them in my life, and with John being away so much, I became attached to my children even more than I thought possible. Finally, the phone was passed back to me and I took it. John sighed, "I have to go." I nodded, used to the response, "Okay," my response was very quiet and John caught on, "I love you." I smiled, feeling a little better, "I love you too." "I'll see you in a couple days." "Yeah." "Bye." "Bye." I hung up the phone and both of my children curled up next to me on the bed. They both were wrapped in the gentle arms of sleep. I smiled slightly and closed my eyes before falling asleep myself.
Author's Note: I dunno how often I'll be able to update this... being as this will be my third story that I am currently workin' on, but don't worry, I'm gonna update like only once a week or somethin'... review and let me know what you think so far...
Summary: John and Angel begin to experience problems in their marriage.
Author's Note: Well, here is is, the third story in the John/Angel saga ::chuckles:: This is set four years after John's win at WrestleMania 25, and will be in 1st person... I hope you enjoy...
WARNING: Again, bad language, don't read if you're too young.
Copyright: I only own, Angel, Rayne, Jason, Mark (not Taker), and Joie. The others belong to WWE...
**Tired**
7:30 AM. Right on time. Mark came bounding into the bedroom, with Joie right behind him. Joie is my and John's daughter, her full name is Josephine Leigh Cena and she was born January 15, 2010. She looks more like me than she does John. Thank God, I don't want my daughter looking like a boy. She does have his beautiful blue eyes. Mark climbed up onto the bed and smiled at me, his emerald eyes flashing with excitement. I smiled and pushed myself up, "Good morning." Mark smiled, "Hi Mommy." He then turned and helped his sister up onto the bed. I was so grateful they got along so well. Joie smiled and climbed onto me, "Mommy," she had the sweetest voice. I smiled at her as I was now, fully awake, "What sweetie?" "When's Daddy comin' home," Mark asked for his sister. I sighed and thought for a moment, what the hell day is it? Oh, Monday. John would be home on Wednesday. I smiled at my two beautiful children, "He'll be home the day after tomorrow." Mark was satisfied with this answer and hopped off the bed. He waited at the door for Joie and she happily followed. I smiled as they exited my room, hand in hand. I groaned, I never was a morning person, but hey, I can't just let my kids be up for a few more hours, now can I? I got out of bed and immediately walked into the bathroom.
Mark and Joie were sitting at the kitchen table, eating cereal for breakfast. I was drinking a cup of orange juice and ate a couple pieces of toast. My appetite wasn't nearly what it used to be, and I heard it from everyone. John, Rayne, Brock, Dad, Sara, Raven, and Mom, no one would leave me alone about it. Joie's cries snapped me out of the thought I was in and I saw her blue eyes were clouded with tears. I got up and walked over to her, "What's wrong?" She whimpered and hugged my neck, "Mark hit me." I looked at my son, who was doing his damndest to keep his eyes from mine, "Mark?" Mark looked over at me and I cocked an eyebrow, "Why'd you hit your sister?" Mark was silent and looked into his cereal. I straightened up after Joie had finished crying, "Mark Anthony Cena, I asked you a question, and I expect you to answer." Mark shot a harsh look at me, and completely defied me. I was shocked, he had never looked at me that way, and had never disobeyed me. The shock wore away and I grabbed his chair, I pulled it out from under the table and looked down at him, as sternly as I possibly could, "Go to your room." Mark grumbled something under his breath and stomped out of the room. I looked down at Joie and she got up from the table and left. I sighed and set about cleaning up the dishes from breakfast.
I walked upstairs and checked on the kids, both were napping peacefully. I smiled and went into my room, I fell onto the bed and groaned. I was just starting to doze off when the phone rang. I sat up and grabbed the cordless off the nightstand, "Hello?" I smiled when I heard John's voice, "Hey, you okay?" I sighed and nodded, "I'm fine." John wasn't convinced, "Angel, what's wrong?" I shook my head, "I'm so tired." John's voice went from concerned to sympathetic, "Kids behaving?" I shrugged, "For the most part, but Mark hit Joie this morning, and then wouldn't answer me. I don't know what's gotten into him." My husband was truly shocked, "He hit Joie?" I nodded slowly, "Yeah." "Why?" I shrugged, "I don't know, he wouldn't tell me." "This is a first." "I know." I rolled onto my back and sighed, "I miss you so much." "I miss you too. I'll be home Wednesday morning." I nodded and propped my head on my arm, "Yeah." "Are you sure you're okay?" I shrugged as I sat up, "I don't know." "Well, maybe your Dad and Sara can watch the kids for us Thursday, and we can have the day together." I smiled, "I'll call and ask them." Ever since my Dad had retired, and we moved to Texas, he saw Mark and Joie all the time. "Yeah, they'll probably want to spend Wednesday with you," I added. "I miss them." "They miss you too. Mark asked me today when you were coming home." John sighed and I knew why. He hated being away from us, but being a wrestler wasn't exactly a 9 to 5 job. I understood that, and tried my hardest to support him. I knew how he loved his job, being out there in front of all those people, entertaining them only the way he could. Sure, other wrestlers were good, but John had his own way to capture the audience. But something in me hated him being away so much, but it was what he loved doing, and he was my husband, so I was going to support him. I heard Mark coming out of his room and smiled, "Your son is up." "I want to talk to him." I nodded and pulled the phone away, "Mark!" He came walking into my room, slowly, but his face lit up when I said, "Daddy wants to talk to you." He bounded across the room and took the phone, "Daddy?" I smiled as Mark talked to his father, John's phone calls always made the day better. Joie came into the room and Mark gave his sister the phone. It took all the strength I had to keep from crying. I missed him so much. He put up with so much shit from me, and there was no one I could ever think of loving the way I loved him. He was my world, and when I got pregnant the first time, my world expanded, and then more with Joie. I could never imagine my life without them. I needed them in my life, and with John being away so much, I became attached to my children even more than I thought possible. Finally, the phone was passed back to me and I took it. John sighed, "I have to go." I nodded, used to the response, "Okay," my response was very quiet and John caught on, "I love you." I smiled, feeling a little better, "I love you too." "I'll see you in a couple days." "Yeah." "Bye." "Bye." I hung up the phone and both of my children curled up next to me on the bed. They both were wrapped in the gentle arms of sleep. I smiled slightly and closed my eyes before falling asleep myself.
Author's Note: I dunno how often I'll be able to update this... being as this will be my third story that I am currently workin' on, but don't worry, I'm gonna update like only once a week or somethin'... review and let me know what you think so far...