Okay, I just thought about this. Its really an experiment. If I get enough reviews, then I would like to continue it. If not, that's okay, I was only trying to see if people would like the idea. Besides, I don't want ANYONE to be bored.

He lay on my chest, tracing the design on my Prada shirt. We just listened to each other breathing for the last fifteen minutes, my fingers roaming through his short brown hair.

" Bree." His deep voice spoke out, starling me for a second.

" Hmm?" I asked, my raspy voice dry. He lifted his head up, looking into my emerald green eyes. He licked his lips, as if studying me for a second. I raised my eye brows in curiosity, straighting myself on the bed post.

" Do you love me?" I smiled, shaking my head.

" You know I do, J." He frowned, obviously not happy with my answer. I stretched my neck out, confused.

" …what?"

" Do you really love me?" I was beyond confused now. I just told my boyfriend I loved him, and he didn't want me to tell him that I did.

" What the fuck are you talking about, J? I just told you I loved you. I love you to death. " John raised his eye brow, his face twisting up.



" That's not how it looked tonight." I sighed. Here we go again. I could tell my mood was going to be sour by the end of the night. Why couldn't he just drop it. I really didn't feel like another argument. I thought we forgot about this.

" For the last fuckin' time John. I was being friendly." I got out the bed, running my hands through my long brunette hair. John shrugged.

" A little to friendly for my liking." I rolled my eyes. He was one of those people who had to keep something going and wasn't letting it go anytime soon.

" John, I was trying to make him feel comfortable, okay. I cant help it that I'm not a mean ass like you."

It started when we went out for dinner with Randy's family. His brother was heartbroken that he broke up with his girlfriend, and I felt sorry for him. So, I talked to him. Maybe it was a little bad because I was completely ignoring John the whole night. The kid is six years younger than me.

" Please, Aubrey. I'm not dumb. I seen you flirting with Nate." I sighed in frustration. I could feel my eyes burning with tears, and I couldn't let him see me cry. I was a strong woman, and John wasn't going to break me down.

" Whatever." I was too tired to argue, and I just wanted to let it go.

" What ever my ass. Next fuckin' time, just fuck him in front of me." He yelled. I closed my eyes. I was sure I was going to cry, now. Sometimes he could be a complete, and total asshole.

" Don't yell. You'll wake Maddy up." My voice shook, but my eyes were still shut. I was really starting to hate this relationship, but I loved John to death. His jealous ways was to much for me to handle, sometimes.



" Fine." John was only reasonable when his daughter came into the picture. She was his world, and he treated her like a princess. The little Cena had him wrapped around her little finger.

" John, stop being a jackass, okay. Just drop it. I'm tried, and I really want you to go, now." He mumbled something, but I couldn't hear him. I opened up my eyes and I saw him removing his pillows from our bed. I couldn't deal with his bullshit tonight.

" Goodnight." I whispered, hardly hearing him say it back. I knew he was going into Maddy's bedroom to sleep for the night.

I laid down on my bed and softly cried. This relationship was hard. John wasn't the only guilty one. I was a shopaholic, and often blew up the bills, making him work more house shows then he intended. Another one of our many problems.

I love John with all my heart, and I knew he felt the same way. When I sometimes think of breaking up with him, the thought scares me….a lot. I don't know what I would do without him. He was the first man I fell in love with, and the father of my child.

No, this relationship wasn't as healthy as it should be. Sometimes I loved it, and sometimes I hated it. There was always fighting, and one person was caught in the middle.

Madison Joslynn Cena. Our little adorable two year old. I love that girl with all my heart. She was everyone's child. She was Randy Orton's and Jeff Hardy's god daughter, and Melina's and Mickie's god daughter. All the wrestlers and divas adored her. Not to mention, Mr. McMahon himself.

I hope we can make this relationship work. I would hate for John and I to break up.

Okay, how you like it? Well I'm tired and its 2:48 Am, and I am TIRED!- JAY: