"Mom, I'm going rather you like it or not. I hate to put it that way, but you're not the one living with this..this disease that eats at you and threatens your very existence. Let me live a little." Gabi pleaded once more with her mother.

She and John had been positioned around the family's dining table for well over an hour now and still, they came up with the same answer. Her mother would not support her decision. Instead, she kept her feet planted firmly on the ground and would not budge.

Now, looking down at her ill-fated daughter once more, she saw her big green eyes pleading for her support and she knew, once she had stood her ground, her mind was made up. She was either supportive or she was quite frankly, against her. Relieving a long, exhausting sigh, she ruffled the top of the young womans head and smiled.

"And you're going to be with John, correct?"

"Every step of the way, Mrs. Davis. You know I'd never hurt her. I won't let her out of my sight." John said, saluting her mother with his free hand and smiling.

"You know, I always told you when you were little those dimples were just too much to resist. Gabi, dear, I won't stand in your way if your sure this is what you wanna do." her mother said, smiling.

"Thank you, mom. Thank you." the girl said, jumping from her seat and wrapping her small arms around her mothers neck.

"But, there are some ground rules we are going to cover right now." she said, as Gabi pulled away from her mother and returned to her chair.

"Alright, let's hear 'em." Gabi said, giving her mother a serious look.

"Rule number one: You will call to check in with me every day. No if, ands or buts about it."

"Alright. That's no problem. What's rule two?"

"Well, if you feel at any moment your becoming overwhelmed or too tired to continue, you call me and we'll put you on the first flight out. I know you want to do this, but at the same time, you need your strength as well for your treatments. You know what lies ahead, Gabrielle."

"I know Mom. That, I do promise. Anything else?"

"Just one more. No skipping treatments. You will be here at your appointments each month when scheduled. That is the most important thing right now; that you get better." she said, placing a small kiss on her forehead. "Now, John, when will she be heading out with you? Summer doesn't start for another month, so I need the schedule you have, the dates of what cities you will be in, the whole nine yards."

"Well, technically since she has an appointment next Tuesday, we could leave sometime next week. We're going on a short 5-day Lucha Libre tour in Mexico, if she wants to start now." he stated, giving a knowing look in Gabi's direction.

"That would be awesome! Alright, so when do we leave?" she asked.

"Well, I'm suppose to board a plan Wednesday evening. We'll be in Monterrey, Nuevo Leon, Mexico on Thursday. Um, on Friday we'll be at Monterrey at another arena called - now my Mexican sucks so excuse me if I get it wrong-..." he added with a smile. "Fuerza Regia. I think I said that right. Anyway, then we'll be in Soles de Mexicali or something like that. Anyway, I'll give your mom the schedule when I get back tomorrow night. I have a house show and an autograph signing tomorrow and then I get to fly back home until Monday Night Raw in Portland. So, I'll have it ready for you either Saturday or Sunday, alright?"

"That sounds alright. And by the way, your Mexican accent does suck, John!" her mother said with a laugh.

"I know. I failed it horribly in high school. Anyway, kiddo, I'll see you tomorrow night. I have to leave to catch my plane." he said, kissing her cheek as he rose from his seat.

"Be safe, honey. We'll see you tomorrow." Lisa, Gabrielle's mother, said with a wave.

"Bye John." Gabi said, as she turned her attention back to her mom. "Well, I only have a few days until I leave, I say we go shopping. What do you say?"

"So, you can get some more wrestling shirts?" her mother asked, grabbing her purse and the car keys.

"Well, that too, but I need some new jeans and maybe a couple nice sun dresses or something. It's still early. C'mon, mom!" she said, grabbing her jacket from the back of the chair. "And then, when I get back you can help me pack for Mexico!"

"Alright, Gabbers, let's go! Maybe we can find you a new swimsuit or something too while were there!"