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She immediately took off the extra large coat , throwing it at her husband. Greatly appreciating the warmth of the mansion, she flicked a wet lock of hair behind her ear. Aubrey rubbed her hands on her frozen arms looking around. His house was amazing. Large windows showed the snow falling, and carpet covered the floor. It gave a soft plush feeling when being stepped on. A diamond chandelier hung from the high ceiling, in the middle of the living room. Chocolate coloring was painted on the walls. No matter how down to earth the house seemed,

She would never admit that out loud.

John noticed her look of interest and smiled for once. He worked hard to pay off everything, and can even afford to have housekeeping for five days a week since he was rarely home. Cleaning wasn't something he was fond of, and wasn't going to attempt to do. He had four cars, a swimming pool indoor and out. World Wrestling Entertainment paid him well, and he was the key to so much success. Vince McMahon would give him a raise if he asked.

" I'll get Monica to pick me up in the morning, " Her attitude was shown through her voice, and she didn't make contact with him. " Where the fuck am I sleeping?"

Rubbing his face in aggravation, he pointed towards the long carpeted stairs. " There's four rooms that I don't need. Pick one."

Without another word, Aubrey lifted up her dirty wedding dress, and began to make her way upstairs. The Puerto-Rican woman rolled her eyes, as she held onto the railing. She couldn't wait until tomorrow. The snow would stop falling, Monica would be her knight and shining armor and save her from the evil motherfucker who she despise.

Looking around the long corridor, she slowly took notice of her surroundings; All the doors were open, painted white with Black furniture. The green-eyed beauty slowly took steps. The first room was filled with nothing but WWE bullshit ; Posters and Dolls of John himself. She passed it not giving another thought. Everything that had to do with her husbands precious job, she didn't want to see. It sickened her. She settled for the room down the hall. It was white, black furniture, a queen sized bed, shower, and a 52 inch flat screen Samsung tv. Honestly, the young woman didn't give two shits about where she slept. She was tired, and wanted nothing more then to lay out on the comfy bed, and sleep her problems away. Slowly but surely, Aubrey was falling into a deep depression.

Locking the door, she slowly ripped off the wedding dress. It fell in a circle on the floor. The once white Vera Wang gown, that she was so sure would help bring happiness to her life , brought nothing but anger. Aubrey closed her eyes as uncontrollable tears feel out her beautiful emerald eyes. Kicking the dress, it caused more anger. Soon the young woman began stomping on it with her Christian Louboutin shoes, resulting in a shredded up like clothing. It looked more like someone had it in the grass, and raked it.

Falling onto the bed, the new bride turned on her left side. She felt so be trade. How could her father trick her? She became a fool on her wedding day, twice.

Peachy. Just fucking peachy.

John Cena paced back and fourth in his large kitchen. Maybe he couldn't go through with this. Aubrey made it crystal clear that she wanted nothing to do with him. She wouldn't even give him a chance to speak, or explain about the current events that took place. John knew his wife for eight years, and everything she did was capricious to him now. The WWE superstar couldn't live with her, knowing how much hell she would put him in. Somehow, he came to a conclusion that maybe this wasn't the greatest thing after all. Martin would-

Martin. His father-in-law. The dying man had this one request before he left this earth. John rubbed his chest, pain came out of nowhere. The short-haired man admired Martin for coming to terms with what was going to happen soon. He himself wouldn't know how to deal with his own death, right in front of his eyes. The Cena knew that the family grew up poor, and Martin never wanted his own daughter to go through the problems of becoming broke. Nothing was going to be stable.

Sighing , the young man took a drink of his opened bottle of Gatorade that was previously opened earlier that day. It felt good against his dry throat that longed for liquid. Even though John felt like he was ready for marriage, he wasn't sure if he wanted to marry her. Feeling the vibration of his cellar phone, John slid it out of his pants pocket. Groaning, he slid it back in. One person that wasn't at the wedding, and he made plans for her not to be, was The Head woman of his childhood household.

His Mother. Katherine Cena.

John was a mamas boy and so was the rest of his brothers. He believed his mother had his best interest, and he trusted her the most. Sometimes, if he needed someone to talk to , he would call up his mother, and dispose all his problems no matter what the time of night is. Katherine would listen, give advice and comfort him. His mother was his best friend, and nothing would come between them.

The blue-eyed man still remembered that conversation between him and his mother that took place five years ago.

John Cena was pumped. He was going to have a beautiful wife, have gorgeous kids, and a job that he would give a arm and a leg for. Everything was finally falling into place. He loved Aubrey with all his heart and soul, something about her made his heart jump when she spoke. When he kissed her, it felt like he was floating on air. The Cena was sure his future wife to be was the one for him. Tears filled his eyes. He didn't want to turn into a pussy, but Aubrey made him feel like the luckiest man afuckinglive.

Taking a quick glance at himself in the mirror, there was a sudden knock on the door. " Come in," The blue-eyed man glanced at his watch. Ten more minutes, he was excited. Turning his head, the built man smiled. " Mom." Katherine Cena grinned, fixing her pearls that sat on her neck. She was wearing a Tan skirt-suit, with white shoes. Her salt and pepper hair neatly curled in the front, and tightly put into a donut-like bun. John walked up and hugged her tightly. Suddenly nerves started to form in his stomach.

" Baby .. You look amazing," The older Cena rubbed her son's cheek, and ushered him to sit down on a bench that sat near the mirror. " Come, sit." Without a second going by, the blue-eyed man helped his mother sit down, before sitting down himself.

" Whats wrong ma?" John asked, raising an eyebrow. Katherine gently stroked his hand.

" How much do you love Aubrey? Are you sure about this?" Scrunching his face in confusion, with his best ' what the fuck' type of face, The future WWE superstar stretched his neck far out.

" Mom what the hell? I love Aubrey with all my heart. You know this." If anybody should know, his own fucking mother knew how much he loved Aubrey. She was everything to him, and he would do anything to keep her. Katherine sighed.

" John.. your going to be huge in the WWE, I just know it. Getting married right now isn't the best. What if she gets pregnant? your going to be gone from the WWE a lot. First get your career settled, THEN make the move to get married."

John looked at his mother, angrily. What the fuck was this about? Why would she tell him all this on his wedding day? She couldn't express her feelings nine months ago when he proposed to his girlfriend? Now the wedding was here, and she felt she had to come in and tell him that?

" Mom listen," John was nervous, but certain he wanted to marry Aubrey. " I love that girl more then I love myself. Shes been with me through everything. When I was low on funds, when I needed support, when I signed my contract for the WWE, Everything. Shes the first one I think about in the morning, and the last person I want to see at night... I love Bre."

Standing up, the older woman frowned at him. " John, if you get married now, then your going to regret it. Start your career, then determine whether she wants you or the money. She grew up broke you know. "

John paused. Did his mother really think that the love of his life was a gold digger? He had nothing, and she still made him feel like he was the King. What had gotten into his mother? Was she jealous that he was giving all his attention the his green-eyed beauty? " What the fuck ? , when I have Nothing shes still there!"

Katherine's widen her eyes, and she slightly struggled to get out off the low bench. " John Felix Anthony Cena! For as long as I breathe, your don't DARE use that tone with me anymore!" She yelled. John sighed. " Now, listen to mama. You can be as big as Hulk Hogan or you can be as little as Michael Cole." Walking out the door, she gave her son one last look, before heading out.

The short-haired man looked into the mirror. This was his dream. Something he wanted to do all his life. His mother words ran through his head like water, and he didn't want to fuck up what he would potentially have. His feelings went from more then positive, to less then unsure. If he left Aubrey, he was sure she would leave him. Maybe she would forgive him. For years, John worked his hardest to get into the WWE and he made it. He couldn't risk anything right now. Going ten steps then knocking ten down wasn't an option. He couldn't do it.

But this was Aubrey. A girl who stood by him and made him feel like a champ. Sighing, he didn't know what to do anymore. He wished he hadnt let anyone come in.

Time was up.

Seeing her walking down the aisle, was truly a Kodak moment. She was gorgeous. The white strapless down hugged her curves that John loved so very much. Her hair underneath a veil , and her eyes glistened. They were even greener then he remembered. He wiped away a tear as she smiled his way, revealing the perfect white teeth.

' Be as big as Hulk Hogan' - his mother words repeated in his head like a broken record played.

Aubrey took her hand in his, smiling.

"Aubrey I cant do this," He whispered. The young woman looked confused, eyeing him.

" John, what did you say?" Her smile was gone, and confusion quickly took its place. She sucked in her bottom lip.

" Bree,I cant do this." He echoed louder. Aubrey turned towards him, her eyes filling in tears. John couldn't believe he was doing this to the woman he wanted to spent the rest of his life with. Her face broke his heart.

"Johnny, what are you talking about?" The blue eyed man eyed her, and looked down in shame. " You cant do this to me Felix," She whispered, grabbing onto the arm of his suit. " Please don't." She begged. John was sure he was going to cry himself. He quickly glanced at his mother, as she nodded in approval.

He didn't know if he wanted to settle down. Now the whole idea scared the fuck out of him. " Bree, I .. " He didn't know what to say.

Here, the woman that cared so much for him, was breaking down in front of everyone. John didn't know what else to say or do. He grabbed her neck, kissing her onto her lips that had tears running down them. He closed his eyes, and began walking out the church, not looking back. It was too late to turn back now. He didn't know if he made the biggest mistake of his life, but he was heartbroken in the process.

Jumping the WWE champion realised his phone was vibrating again knocking him out his train of thought. He didn't even bother to see who it was.

" I'm such a dick."

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