(Okay so I changed altered the plot. Don't worry. Baby Cameron and Layla are still on the run. But lets see what John's up to. I think you might be interested… )

John's POV

"I'm just saying you should talk to her. You didn't even give her a chance to explain."

"Whats there to explain? I caught her in bed with Seth. Of all people. I have nothing to say." I vented to Randy over the phone. It was 11:30 and I was leaving the Allstate arena in Chicago after Raw. I walked towards my rental, throwing my duffle over my shoulder and wedging the phone between my ear and shoulder. Randy's words went through one ear and through the other. I've been cheated on before but not like this. About a month ago I went home after two weeks of European touring only to find my now ex-girlfriend Nikki and Tyler Black aka Seth Rollins in my fucking bed. I lost it. I was never one to have much of a temper but that day was an exception. I won't get into details for the sake of kicking the shit out of the dumpster I just walked past. Dumpster, that's what I was supposed to do. I turned around and walked back to the dumpster, pulling the plastic Walmart bag from my duffle. Vince didn't tell me what was in it. Just to get rid of it. And over the years I've learned the less questions asked, the better. I tossed the bag into the open hole, and started back towards the car when I heard what sounded like a faint cry. What the hell? "Uh Ran? Is Lana with you?"

"Uh no. Sam isn't sending her until next week. Why?" If it isn't coming from him then, oh shit. Not today God. I really don't have the patience to deal with somebody's kid wandering off to see John Cena get in his car. It wouldn't be the first time.

"Lemme call you back." I shoved the phone in my pocket and walked back to the dumpster. There it was again. It couldn't have been anybody over the age four. I peaked around the back and heard it again. Only a hell of alot closer. I looked down and there she was. Bundled in a pink hospital blanket with a tiny hat over her head, stuffed in a cardboard box. Her chocolate brown eyes filled with tears as she let out another cry. I threw down my back and lifted the small child. She couldn't've been over a few days old. The folded slip of paper that slid down my thigh confirmed my assumptions. It was her birth certificate. DOB: September 19, 2015, two days ago exactly. Name: Avalyn Renee. The last name had been scratched out to the point where there was a gaping hole in the paper, same went for the legal mother line. The father section was just blank. I shoved the document in my pocket and looked back at the baby. She had fallen asleep in my arms, snuggled as close to my chest as her little body would allow. I had to admit, she was gorgeous. Skin the color of the caramel macchiato I had this morning, jet black curls covered her head. I pulled her hat back on her head and wrapped her in my hoodie. It was cold for a September night and she was shivering. I grabbed my duffel and ran to my rental. It was going to be a long ass night.

*Three Hours Later*

She's gonna be okay. She's gonna be okay. I'd grown attached to baby girl, so attached that when the cop came to take her to the adoption center I decided to keep her. They immediately printed a new birth certificate and I signed on the legal father line. I was tempted to sign Layla's name on the mother section, but I didn't. Layla. The very name I had been trying to push out of my head for the last nine months. God did I miss her. But I can't think about that right now. I had a daughter to take care of now. And I was determined not to fuck that up. I had only left the hospital once, and that was to run to the 24 hour Walmart and pick up essentials, including a car seat, bottles, similac, clothes, blankets, etc. Kids are expensive, as hell. I had to push my flight to Boston back another two weeks because she can't fly at this age. " ?" I looked up at the nurse who had been checking in with me and Ava all night.

"Yes?"

"You can go see your daughter now. She's awake. Cryin' too. Baby's got some lungs on her. Just like your son." I turned my head so fast I got whiplash.

"Excuse me?" The nurse's eyes widened like she had just let some big ass secret slip. The hell? She walked down hall towards baby and delivery, where Ava's room was. I followed her until we got to the room, shutting the door behind me.

"I'm sorry, Its been a long night. I must've mistaken you for someone else." she apologized and quickly exited the room. Whatever.
I plopped down in the recliner next to the baby bed and carefully laid a crying Ava on my chest.

"Shhh. Its okay baby. Daddy's here." Daddy. Gonna take some time to get used to that one. I pulled her close and wrapped my arms around her. A nurse walking by stopped dead in her tracks and peered through the viewing window, face contorted. I ignored it and kept rocking. I guess its not everyday you see a white guy rocking a black newborn. I rolled my eyes and laid her back in the bed, covering her in the heated blanket the hospital provided. I kissed her cheek and called my mom. It was 15 till 3 but she didn't sleep much. She picked up on the third ring.

"Hello? Johnny? Is everything alright?" She answered, voice laced with worry.

"Hey momma. Everything's alright." she sighed with relief before she replied.

"Its 3 in the morning. Why are you still up baby?" I was 38 years old but to my mother I might as well have been three. I used to hate it, but now I appreciate it.

"I adopted a baby." I spit out. There was a long pause on the other end and for a second I thought she hung up. "Mom?"

"I'm here Johnny. What happened?" I filled her in on the nights events.

"Well Johnny you did the right thing. I raised you right. Well you need to come straight home and let me see my grandbaby." I was two steps ahead.

"I already booked my flight. I didn't even know how to change her diaper until one of the nurses came in and did it for me." I laughed even though I was on the brink of tears. What the hell did I get myself into? I don't have the slightest idea how to be a parent.

"Hey Ma, I-I gotta go. I wanna get some sleep before she wakes up." I said through tears.

"It'll be ok Johnny. I love you babycakes." I grinned at the nickname I've had since birth.

"Love you too Ma." I hung up and for the first time in years, cried myself to sleep.

(Soo… Yep. John's life just did a 360. Read and Review.)