Hey everyone! Sorry it's taken so long to get this chapter up. I'm getting ready to go on vacation in a few weeks, so my work schedule is getting busier. Not to mention that the start of this past week was emotionally draining. I watched MITB Sunday, and was pro Cena and pro Punk. And then the next night on RAW and everything that happened! I was not mentally prepared to write this chapter, lol.

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John decided on Chili's for lunch, since it was the closest restaurant that wasn't fast food. Once we were seated and ordered our drinks, I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down.

I guess John noticed, because I heard him ask "Is everything alright?"

My thoughts are going in a million different directions at the moment. Do I tell him that I know who he is? In what felt like forever, but was really only a few seconds, I decided that I should get that out of the way as soon as possible. Our server brought our drinks and an order of chips and salsa. I told him I still needed a few minutes to decide what to order.

After he left, I look at John. "So, I feel it's important for me to tell you that I know who you are John."

He gives me a funny look. "I don't want to sound rude, but what are you talking about?"

I give him a serious look. "I know that you are WWE Superstar John Cena. I know that you are out of action right now because you're healing from your neck surgery."

He smiles for a second. "I kind of figured you did. So you know who I am? Big deal!" he says, shrugging his shoulders.

I shook my head back and forth. "No! John, it's important to me that you know this. I just want you to know that I'm not going to treat you or look at you like some star-struck fan. I will always treat you with respect, like any other person I happen to meet."

He smiled, appearing to want to say something, but our waiter came back to get our order. I ordered a salad and John ordered some fajitas and we handed the menus to the waiter as he left. John looked at me, remembering he was going to say something. "I appreciate that Kaitlyn. But trust me, if you were like those star-struck fans, you most likely would have had a "freak out" moment once you walked up to my Jeep."

"Please, call me Kait. Almost everyone calls me that, with the exception of my father. He insists that the appropriate nickname for Kaitlyn, is 'Kate'." I said to John, as I scrunched my face at the dislike of being called Kate. He chuckled.

"Since we're discussing family, can you tell me a little about them? Where are you from?" John asked, between bites of chips and salsa. "Tell me about your life."

I took a deep breath, then took a few big sips from my sweet tea. 'There's so much about my life I can't share with him, at least right now', I thought.

After eating a chip, I smiled. "Well, for starters, I'm from the great state of Michigan. I moved down here this past January, so I'm still at the point where some days are harder than others when it comes to missing my family. I'm the oldest of two daughters. When we were younger, my sister and I didn't have the greatest of relationships, but now we're like best friends, which is a good thing." I took another drink of sweet tea before I continued. "My parents divorced when I was 13, but it was a friendly divorce. There is no dislike or animosity between them. In fact, him and my step dad get along well, which I'm happy about. My mom…well, she's my hero and my best friend too. I always say that, if I can be half the mother she is, my kids will turn out all right. She raised two daughters through the dreaded "teen" years while still working full time; and the fact that neither my sister, or myself, graduated high school without having a baby or being addicted to drugs or alcohol says a lot, I think. My family means the most to me, besides my Faith in God. Without the love of the Lord and my family, I don't know where I'd be right now." I could feel my eyes water slightly, but I didn't want to cry in front of him, so I quickly blinked back the tears and ate another chip.

John had a slight smile on his face and I couldn't figure out why. It was like he enjoyed seeing me talk about my family. Before I could ask him a question, he said "I have to know: How did you become a wrestling fan? Did you grow up watching it?"

I laughed and shook my head from side to side. "Oh no, it was nothing like that! Growing up, my father always told my sister and I that young ladies do not watch wrestling. Even as we got into fifth and sixth grade, kids would be wearing Austin 3:16 shirts, DX shirts, The Rock shirts, or something like that. I know I had friends in middle school who were big fans, so I kind of lived vicariously through them, learning stuff here and there. Even after my parents split, my sister and I never watched wrestling, because we didn't want our father to find out. It wasn't until my sister started going out with her current boyfriend that she started watching wrestling, which was back in 2005. I was living with my grandparents and dad then, but when my sister would come over on the weekends, she'd turn on Friday Night Smackdown! and watch it, while I'd briefly glance at the TV. Eventually I started asking questions and wanted to watch more, seeing that any misconceptions I had about wrestling were wrong. She told me about Monday Night RAW and I started tuning in somewhat regularly. I was in college and was working as well, so watching every week wasn't something I could do. It wasn't until Eddie's passing in November of 2005-ironically on my mom's birthday-that I started watching every week. Seeing all the guys and girls in the locker room come together to remember Eddie…it moved me to the core." I looked up and saw John was looking at me. Looking into his blue eyes, I said "I became a fan of yours that night John. After your match, when you placed your WWE Championship across Eddie's shirt in the middle of the ring that night, I lost it. I started crying, seeing how much people loved Eddie. Your act of respect and gratitude made me instantly respect and admire you. I've never wavered in being your fan either, no matter how many people call me a 'Cena fan girl' or a 'dumb mark'. I'm not a walking wrestling encyclopedia, but I know the history. I have friends in Michigan who have tapes of old pay-per-views and I'd watch them to learn. I did my research and I think for someone who isn't in the business, I love it and respect it like you do, I'm sure." I smiled when I saw him smile and just then, our waiter appeared with our food and refills of our drinks.

We started eating and after a few bites, I felt like I needed to ask him about his pets. "So, what can you tell me about your pets? Do you have dogs? Cats?"

He laughed lightly, finished chewing the food in his mouth before he answered. "I've got two dogs; a 2 year old German Sheppard named Duke and a 3 year old Yorkshire Terrier named Daisy."

'Daisy must have been Liz's idea, because I can't see John wanting a small dog', I thought. "Aww! I can't wait to meet them. I love dogs! Well, I love most of God's creatures anyways. Are they healthy or do either of them need any kind of medication that I'll have to give them? Are they fixed or do I have to keep them separate? Do I have to worry about Duke humping my leg?" I asked, the last question causing John to nearly spit out his food from laughter.

"That was funny, I wasn't expecting something like that to be said. Duke and Daisy are two happy and healthy animals. They are both fixed, so there's no need to worry about leg humping", he replied with a chuckle. "All you'll be doing is making sure they are being taken care of while I'm out of town. Making sure they have fresh food and water, walking them, brushing them and playing with them. Sound like fun?"

"Sure does! I can't wait to meet them!" I answered.

He looked at me and smirked. "How about you meet them after we finish here?" he asked me. I knew a huge smile came across my face then, and told him I'd love to. We finished our lunch, and after he paid for the meal, we left the restaurant. He walked with me to the passenger side of the Jeep, opening the door for me and helping me in, since the clumsy side of me had shown it's ugly face the first time I got into his Jeep, causing me to nearly slip off the step bar and fall. He closed the door and was in the drivers seat a few seconds later. As he was pulling out of the parking lot, I looked at him and said "Just so you know, I have yet to meet an animal that doesn't like me."

He smirked again and says "Oh really? Well, we'll see about that. Duke is pretty territorial." He said it in a playful, challenging way, I couldn't help but smile. I like a good challenge.

Moments later, we're pulling into his driveway. He turns off the Jeep and gets out. After fighting with the seatbelt for a few seconds, I reach to open the door, but the door wasn't there. I looked and saw that John had opened the door for me. He had his hand reached out to help me. I took his hand and got out of the Jeep with ease. "Thanks." I said.

We walked up to his front door and go inside once he unlocked the door. I stayed in the foyer right inside the front door as Daisy ran up to greet me. She jumped up towards me, tail wagging as though there was no tomorrow, and I noticed she had a pink bow on top of her head. Also probably Liz's idea. John was several feet away from me and Duke was standing by his side, just looking at me. Duke, unlike Daisy, seemed rather stoic, almost cold. His stare made me feel as though he was not just protecting the house, but also John, as though he was fearful I might steal John away from him. After petting and meeting Daisy, I looked at John and asked if I could introduce myself to Duke. He nodded. I knelt down, bringing myself to Duke's level, and I slowly stuck out my hand toward him, to let him sniff me and to show him I meant him no harm. After sniffing my hand, Duke barked and literally tackled me, licking my face and wagging his tail like crazy, my initial impression of him evaporating. John started laughing and came over to pick Duke off of me. After setting him down, John extended his hand out to me to help me up. As I got up, I smiled triumphantly, saying "I guess my 'undefeated streak' of meeting an animal that doesn't like me is still intact." He smiled and we walked into the living room.

"So, Kait, about pay. How much would you be willing to accept?" He asked after I sit on the couch. He sat down in the chair across from me, shifting the mood from a casual atmosphere to one that was more business-oriented.

"Well, I think thirty-five dollars a week is good. Assuming I'm here five days a week, that's seven dollars a day." I respond. I'm definitely hoping he wasn't expecting me to say some lower amount, but the look he made confused me. He looked shocked when I told him what I'd work for.

He slightly shook his head, as though my amount wasn't good enough for him. "How about I pay you $50 a week? I have two dogs, five dollars per dog, five days a week. Fifty dollars seems more appropriate Kait." I wanted to object, but the look on his face told me that the offer wasn't negotiable. I agreed to the pay and we shook hands, him smirking as we struck our deal. He explained that I would be needed whenever he was out of town, that all I would need to do is just to pop in and check on them and spend a bit of time with them. I found it odd he didn't mention his fiancée Liz, but I didn't ask about her. I figured she wasn't around much during the day, as she'd be out shopping or planning her wedding. He did say that if he was out of town for more than a few days, like when he goes overseas and Liz would be with him, I was welcome to stay in the guest bedroom.

I saw that it was now going on 2P. M., and I was sure John had things to do, and I was feeling a little tired. I told John that I should get going and he nodded. I said good-bye to Duke and Daisy and headed toward the door with John. When we got to the door, he asked me if I'd like his number.

"Oh John, I already have your home number." I tell him.

He smiles, "No, I meant my cell phone number." When he said that, I'll admit, I had a minor freak out moment in my head when he said this. 'Oh My God, John Cena wants me to have his cell phone number!' I didn't let this show on my face, however, and simply said "All right." I took my phone out of my purse and entered his number, pressing the 'call' button after finishing. A few seconds later, his phone started ringing. He takes out his phone and answered it.

"And now you have my number." I said into the phone before hanging up, smiling and looking at him. He opened the door for me, and, as I stepped out into the Florida sunshine, he asked me what I was doing later. When I told him I didn't have anything planned, he invited me over around 6:30P. M. for dinner and to accompany him on his evening walk with the dogs. I tell him I'd like that.

"See you at 6:30, then." he told me before smiling and closing the door. I walked down the street a little bit, before walking up the driveway to the back yard to my "house". Once inside, I locked the door and kicked off my flip flops. I walked into my bedroom and laid down on my bed. Without thinking, I grabbed a pillow and covered my face, muffling the sound of my screams of delight. Now that I was alone, I was allowed to have a freak out moment right? After I let out all my giddiness and excitement, I grabbed my phone and called my best friend Alex, who lives in Oklahoma City, who I had met through MySpace, back when John had a profile page on the site.

"You are NOT going to believe the day I've had!" I said to him when he answered, still very giddy.

"Oh, is that so?" he asked rhetorically. I could tell by the sound of his voice that he was smiling. "I'm assuming that you want to talk about it."

"Well of course!"

He laughed. "Okay. I can't talk about it now, but how about you call me around 10:30 your time?"

"Okay. I'll talk to you then!" I hung up. Ironically, I could almost see the look on his face, probably wondering what happened today that was so wonderful. Wouldn't he be surprised!

After a few yawns, I decided to try to take a small nap. I set my alarm for 5:30 so I could wake up and get ready for dinner. Succumbing to the sudden, overwhelming sense of sleepiness, I laid down and closed my eyes. Before drifting off to sleep, I wondered what the night would have in store for me.

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Kat