I stared down at the gravestone in disbelief. My Catherine, my first love, my first time, the girl who stole my heart from the moment I met her...was gone. She was really gone. John dropped to his knees and let out a sob. He placed his hand over her picture and wiped the dust away. It was a picture of her and Emilie on Emilie's birthday, their last picture ever taken together. He looked at the baby picture of Emilie and let out another sob. She looked almost identical to him when he was a baby. Her blue eyes shining, only she had blond curls. Catherine was breath taking. She had a big smile on her face and her green eyes were shining away. Any one could tell from the picture that she was a proud mother. He let out another sob and placed his forehead on the stone. He should've been there with her, to help raise Emilie, to be that proud father he wanted to be. If he would've stayed, she might have lived. Emilie would've grown up with a mother and a father. He fucked up big time, and he knew it now. There was no chance in hell he was letting Emilie go...he had to make things right with his daughter.
He sat back and felt two small arms wrap around him. He knew she hated him, it wasn't a secret. But right now they needed each other.
"I'm not messing this up Emilie. You can hate me all you want, I'll understand...but I need to make this right, I have to." She only nodded and put her head on his shoulder. They sat there for about an hour before deciding to head back to the house.
EMILIE'S P.O.V
The walk back to the house was too quiet, and quite awkward. I honestly didn't know what to do at this point. He wanted to make things right, and I wanted to beat the crap out of him. In the back of my head I knew that I was just being a bitch, it never bothered me before. I also knew that I always wanted a dad around, because I always wanted to be a daddy's girl. I usually would brush it off and just say I only thought that because I don't have a dad, and if I did I'd hate him. With John though, it was different. We were pretty much the same person. I wouldn't get over the fact that he left us for a long time, but maybe if I gave him a chance...I'd have the dad I always wanted, and that I've always needed.
"Penny for your thoughts?" I looked up at him with a small smile then looked back down. I really didn't know what to say to him.
"Just thinking, that's all." I heard a sigh come from him and I let one out myself. I hated awkward silences more than anyone, but who knew what to say after all that's happened.
"Would you come on the road with me? You wouldn't have to stay for long..I- I just want you to meet everyone that's important to me...OK really I want to get to spend time with you and get to know you. I can't really do that with you here, and the phone wouldn't be enough for me. I want to be a dad Emilie, I don't care what my mom or dad or what anyone says anymore. The press can call me the worst dad in the world for all I care, I just want it to be me and you like it should've been from the beginning. And maybe...maybe if I would've stayed...Catherine would still be here."
I froze. This isn't what was supposed to happen, he was never supposed to blame himself, it's nobody's fault.
"John...it's not your fault. She slid in snow...and the impact killed her. I used to blame myself, because it was my birthday and she went out to get my cake. It's nobody's fault...but the snows. Winters wont be the same, hell I don't even like to celebrate my birthday anymore...I mean how can I? But please...don't blame yourself. Even if you stayed, it still would've happened. Hell maybe it would've been you, then I wouldn't of had a dad and the world wouldn't have John Cena."
"She..she died on your birthday?" I nodded and looked at my feel while we walked.
"Emilie...I'm so sorry, oh my god. I would've rather it been me. Catherine was going to go so far Em, your mom was amazing. I really did love her you know? Please don't ever doubt that. She was my life. Yes I made the stupid decision to leave when she needed me the most, and I beat myself up every damn day for it." He took in a big breath. I could tell he was trying to hold in the tears. I didn't want to him cry again and I surely didn't want to cry either. By now I was used to bottling everything up inside, but seeing him cry made me want to bawl my eyes out.
He slipped his arm around me as we walked back into the house. I took him up to my room and showed him my stuff. He looked at all my posters of my favorite bands, and wrestlers.
"You're a wrestling fan?" I nodded and smiled.
"Been my whole life, now I see why." He flashed me a big smiled and went over to my pictures. He carefully gathered them up and sat down on my bed. He spread them all out and admired them one by one.
"You know, you look so much like her now Em. Looking at your baby pictures I would've sworn you would've turned out looking like me." He said with a smile. It was true though. Everyone thought I was going to look like him, that's what scared them the most.
"Yeah everyone thought that too, so did she apparently." He smiled again and looked up at me.
"Can I have these Em?" I nodded and he put them in his bag. He looked around some more and I showed him my 'brothers and sisters', who were actually my cousins. I then pulled out my secret box and showed him the pictures of him and my mom that his brother had given me.
"So this is how you found out." I nodded and looked through all of them with him.
"This one right here, is the day I figured out I loved her." I looked down at the picture and smiled. They were all muddy, and had just got done with a game of football and then went quad riding.
"She loved you too, you can tell." He nodded again and his smile grew bigger.
"I'm going to talk to mom, you're coming with me. I don't care what my boss says, this is all about you now Emilie, just like it always should've been." With that he got up and ran down the steps. I sat there in shock and tried to process what he had just said. I knew he wanted me to go, I just didn't think he'd actually go through with it. I seriously thought this would be the last time I saw him till who knows when.
I sat in my room for a good hour before he came back up with a disappointed look on his face. My heart dropped and my face fell. Nana had said no, or his boss said no.
"Well Emilie, looks like you need to pack." I let out a sigh and looked down.
"I knew she'd say n- wait...what?" His frown turned into a smile and he burst out laughing. He was kidding, which meant I was going with him.
"Got you! Hurry and pack, we fly out to Missouri tomorrow, don't wanna miss the flight hunny." My face lit up and he helped my pack everything I thought I would need for my time there.
I sat back down on my bed after he left to go see my aunt and uncle for a bit and I just smiled. Things were finally looking up for me, and I had a very good feeling about this. I knew my mom had something to with this.
I looked up at the ceiling and blew a kiss to her. "Thank you mom, I love you."
EMILIE'S P.O.V
We got into Missouri yesterday and well...we slept the whole damn day away. By the time we had actually gotten up there was still a lot of time before we had to go to the arena. I was sitting on the bed watching t.v when I heard my dad call me.
"What?" So help me god if he makes me miss my show I'll kill him.
"Come in the bathroom please." I raised a brow not caring that he couldn't see me. The bathroom? Really? I slowly got up and walked into the bathroom and gave him a look. He chuckled a little and waved for me to come over.
"Here put these on." He handed me a pair of aviators and he put his own pair on. He hung his arm around me and I made did his 'OK' thing. He laughed and shook his head and pulled out his phone to take a picture. After he snapped it he stared down at his phone and smiled.
"You really look like your mom in this." He said while typing.
"What-what are you doing?" He shrugged and winked over at me.
"Just putting this on twitter, don't worry though, no one will know about you yet." I nodded and pulled out my phone and took pictures of us while he was typing and then we made funny faces. After a couple minutes of taking random pictures we both got ready and and headed downstairs to go to the arena.
JOHN'S P.O.V
While we were on the way to my bus my phone started going off. I looked to see I had twitter comments. I sighed. Here we go. "Who is that?" "Are you cheating on your wife?" "She's gorgeous, but who is she?" I smiled a little and then my friends commented. OfficialOrton: Is there something you're not telling me JohnCena, who is this. RealKellyKelly: She's a looker John, is this a cousin or something? JohnCena. I smiled and put my phone away. They would all see very soon. I looked over at her and smiled when I saw her bobbing her head to some music. She is definitely my kid.
We arrived at the buses and we quickly ran into mine. She threw all her crap in a bunk and sat down. "So...when do I get to meet everyone?"She asked smiling. "Well first you need to get dressed and ready, then I'm taking you to the arena for the show. Now I have a match and stuff to do tonight, but if you just stay in the locker room or near it you wont get lost." I said getting my stuff ready. When I looked up she had already made a dash for the bathroom. I chuckled to myself then stopped. "Yeah hope you're not trying to get cute for anyone, because if they so happen to look at you the wrong way they're dead!" I yelled at her. She poked her head out and glared at me, stuck out her tongue, and closed the door again. Yeah she is most definitely my kid.
