So I left a little cliff hanger…but I didn't get nearly enough reviews for it…is anyone still reading??? If you guys are please let me know! Thanks…but for those who did review…thank you! Love you guys sooo much for doing that!! This chapter is for you guys!! Enjoy!! WWE owns all the characters that show up on your TV's Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday.

We continued our conversation when there was an unexpected knock at the door. I looked at Chris and jumped when I heard a second one.

"Who could that be?" I wondered out loud. I got up and looked through the peep hole. I saw a gruffy man who I have never seen in my life before. He kind of scared me.

"Chris," I said uneasily. "Can you get it…I don't know who this man is." Chris got up and gently pushed me behind him and opened the door. Little to my knowledge Chris knew this man.

"I told you not to come here!" Chris yelled at the man.

"What? I can do what ever I want. You have no control over me." The man simply stated. Chris continued to glare.

"Chris, who is this man?"

He didn't answer. He just continued to glare at him.

"What's the matter Chris? You didn't tell her?" the man said.

"She doesn't need you! You're only going to hurt her!" Chris yelled. I'm still standing next to Chris…completely confused.

"How do you know if I'm going to hurt her? She doesn't know who I am…" he turned and stared at me. "Do you Sweetie?" I shook my head no.

"Well, let me tell you…"

"Don't. Tell. Her." Chris cut him off. The man just looked at Chris and smiled.

"I'm your Daddy." I felt the entire world come crashing down on me with that one sentence. He's my father? No, he can't be…why now…why after all these years he came to find me. I felt myself become a little wobbly and probably would have fallen if Chris hadn't grabbed my arm to steady me. It was a few minutes before I re-found my voice and spoke.

"But…you can't be…" I said, barely above a whisper.

"You were born on January 18th, 1978. You were a tiny baby…barley made 7lbs. 19 inches long…and a set of lungs on ya…boy where you screaming." He said looking into the distance a little.

"But that's all you remember, isn't it?" Chris said. "Because you left right after that."

"Yes, I did Chris. But I'm sorry, I wish I hadn't. Your mother always tried to convince me to come home with these." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a stack of what seemed like photo's tied with a thin rope. He handed them to me. I slowly untied the rope and began to look at what was in my hands. The first was of me at only a few days old…I continued to look and saw me in my dance outfits, doing a cart wheel in the backyard, hanging with Chris, Singing while Chris played the guitar, High School Graduation, the list went on…the last actual photo was of Jeff and I. I looked on the back…

"September 23rd, 2007. Jess and the man I hope she marries, Jeff. This was sent to you a week before she died." I said.

"Yup, it was the last picture that she sent to me."

"You know I'm not…" he cut me off.

"Married to Jeff? Yeah, I know…you're married to John Cena." He pulled out what looked like a packet.

In the packet there were several printed photos of me and John. All ones the two of us have seen on Google. Funny, we laughed when we saw them, my dad cherished these photos. Even Amy was in some, there were pics of us at bars, parties, even ones from past Wrestlemanias when John would walk over to where I sat and kiss me after winning.

"Oh, wait. I forgot two." He said reaching into his pocket. He pulled out an 8x10 print out and a newspaper article. The 8x10 was my wedding photo and the article had been posted in the West Newbury Times about the engagement.

"The picture is in a frame at my house. Chris you're mom sent me yours. Both are hanging up." It really doesn't seem like my Dad has any bad intentions. He's just a man who regrets doing something he did years ago. He knows that he's hurt Chris, but has he really hurt me? I never really knew him, so I didn't care. I lived life with what I had, a wonderful mother.

"Jess, can you come with me into the kitchen for a moment. Ted, you stay here." Chris pulled my arm as I followed him.

"Are you crazy??!!" He asked me.

"What? No…why?"

"I can see it in your eyes! You want to build a relationship with him!"

"Chris, the poor man feels horrible…what if I didn't take you back? I could have said, no to you, claiming that you never came back! He did! Sure it took him over 40 years…"

"I want no part of it." He said harshly.

"Fine." We walked back out to where my dad, Ted was standing. I handed him back his photos.

"Listen, Ted…I understand that you feel really bad about what you did to us…I am willing to try and have some sort of relationship with you." He smiled.

"Really? I thought for sure you'd turn me away and hate me. You know you can call me Dad."

"I know, but I just don't think we are there yet." He nodded. He pulled out a piece of paper and wrote his cell phone number down.

"Here, call me any time Jessica. I'd love to get to know you and meet your husband. Goodnight." I waved and closed the door. I turned around and saw Chris putting his coat on.

"I hope you and your 'Daddy' have a nice life. Have fun telling John that you're going to hang out with a man who abandoned you and a man you know nothing about." He said. He opened the door and left. I sighed putting my dad's number down on the side table near the door. I quickly cleaned up and went up stairs. I changed into my pajamas and got into bed. I took the phone and held it in my hand; I never got to call John because I soon fell asleep.

Chris's POV

"Hey, you've reached the champ John Cena! I'm a little busy right now so I can't answer you're call right now but leave your name and number and I'll get back at ya…if I remember!" BEEP.

"Hey John, its Chris. I need you to go home to Jess right now. She did something stupid."

John's POV

I was sitting on my bed waiting for Jess to call. She should have called by now. I glanced at the clock. I'm still sweaty from the gym so I guess I have time to shower…and if she calls while I'm in there I'll simply call her back. Yup, that works.

15 minutes later

I stepped out of the bathroom to see the light on my phone blinking. One miss call…good she finally ca….Chris? I put the phone to my ear and listen to his message.

"Hey John, its Chris. I need you to go home to Jess right now. She did something stupid." My eyes literally came out of their sockets when I heard that. I quickly hung up and called the airport.

"Hi, I need a one way ticket to Tampa, Florida…"

I hope you guys liked it…I decided to make their dad nice…but Chris hates him because he remembers the pain he went through. Chris calls John out of spite. He's mad at his sister and he hopes this will spark a huge fight between them. There is a new poll about Jess and her father so vote and please, please, please review!