A/N: I really just wanted to hurry up and put this chapter out because all the good stuff happens after this. But this one just fills you in a bit more on what's going on. Anyways, thanks to everyone who has review, favorited, or alerted this story. It means a lot to me and I'm glad people are liking this. Keep them coming. :)
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Disclaimer: Don't own John Cena or Randy Orton. The only OC's I own are Elle and Anthony, the other are used with premission.
Chapter 2: Moving On and Moving Out
Elle smiles widely as she looks around the house in complete awe.
"Holy…shit." She mutters as she walks further inside, exploring every inch of their newly purchased .
John chuckles as he watches his girlfriend.
Elle turns around and walks up to John before wrapping her arms around him.
"You do realize that you make me that happiest woman alive? This is perfect." She says.
John wraps his arms around Elle's waist, holding her close as he looks down and into her hazel orbs before replying. "Same goes for you Elle and I'm glad you like it."
"Like it, I love it." Elle says, leaving his grasp as she walks upstairs and into the bedroom that was filled with boxes and huge bed which was in the middle of the room.
John comes behind her, wrapping his arms around as he lightly rests his head on top of hers.
"So, this is our house." He says.
"Our…" Elle says, smiling at the thought. "I love the sound of that."
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"I think that's the last of them." Elle says, dropping a box in the middle of the living room. She looks around the newly purchased town house, that was slowly coming together as Randy and Courtney helped her unpack.
"Thank God. Elle, you have so much crap." Randy says as he comes into the living room.
Courtney chuckled, coming into the living room behind Randy. "Well the place looks great Elle, can't wait to see it when you actually decorate it."
Elle nods her head, sighing. "That should keep me busy since I'm not working at the moment."
"Wait, you aren't working?" Randy asks.
"No, took the time off. It didn't feel right leaving Anthony to go work while all of this was going on." Elle replies, sitting down on the arm of the couch.
"How are you two doing?" Courtney asks.
"I'm fine, all this just take some getting used to. Anthony's the one I feel bad for, he really misses John. He won't really talk to me about it." Elle says.
Randy nods his head. "Well he's more than welcome to come over and hang out with Kayla."
Courtney looks over at Randy in shock. "Did you just willingly invite Anthony to come over?"
"I've already accepted that those two are going to get married one day, I give up trying to fight it." Randy says, shrugging his shoulders.
Elle chuckled, shaking her head as she opens up one of the boxes and starts to unpack, ready to start or at least begin to start her new life without him.
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John drops his bags by the door as he enters the dark house that he used to share with Elle, the silence and the darkness slowly getting the best of him. John continues to stand in the doorway, trying to wrap his head around the idea that she was gone.
Sighing, John closes and locks the door behind him as he walks further into the house. Turning on a nearby lamp, the light that illuminated from it made it obvious that her presence was longer in the home. Walking upstairs and into the bedroom, their bedroom, it hits him even harder. The bed where Elle and him had spent so many nights together was empty and instead filled with a folded up comforter. He walks further into the room, glancing at the closet, which was practically empty since Elle's clothes and shoes occupied most of the space when she was there.
Running his hands through his short brown hair, John sits at the edge of the bed, glancing at the only reminder that was left that she and their life together ever existed; the picture of Elle and John, along with their three year old son, Anthony, on their wedding day.
Smiling to himself, he takes the picture, taking in the view of how gorgeous and happy Elle looked that day; something he didn't notice and took advantage of on that day. Looking at the picture for a bit longer, he sets it back down on the nightstand before lying down on the bed and closing his eyes; hoping and wishing that all of this was a dream and that things could go back
