Dan punched the mirror, instantly shattering the glass to pieces.

"What do you mean she got away? If her car's still there, where the fuck could she be?"

"I don't know, boss. She could've used another car to get away, used public transportation, got a ride from some one else. The possibilities are-"

Dan abruptly stopped his worker mid-sentence. "Even if she went without her car, she should still be using her credit and debit cards. Look up the time and place for her recent transactions."

"Yes, boss."

Dan brought his heavy mass into another room, where he placed himself into a seat that still smelled of Roxanne. She'd been gone a long time ago, but he'd taken a great deal to preserve her scent. The memories that came with it made his heart hammer against his ribs. He sunk deeper into the seat and thought of the many times she was there with him, on top of him, having sex with him. They've explored each other's bodies countless times in countless places.

They were so in love. They were perfect together.

And now she was gone just because she found out about Sandra? Who did she think she was?

She was supposed to be marry him. She was supposed to be his wife, his lover, his. All his. But she decided to be a brat and run away.

Dan dug his fingers onto the hand rest and smiled. She was going to regret this. He was going to make sure of it sooner than later. He just had to find her first.

The doctor excused himself, leaving John to sit and ponder.

"Wow."

Two paternity tests in one year. Was this his punishment for committing infidelity?

While he asked himself, he looked over at Roxanne from across the room. She was sitting with one hand on her lap and the other behind Remy's back. He knew she only allowed this for his sake and he loved her all the more for it. She'd always been his soldier.

"Thank you," he said finally.

She looked up at him meekly and winked.

Remy pulled the red lollipop out of her mouth and smacked her lips. "Mommy, am I gonna get a shot?"

"No, sweetie. You're all done. You did a good job."

"Thanks…" she paused in deep thought then asked, "How come you didn't have to do anything, mommy?"

Roxanne smoothened out her daughter's hair. "Because I've already done it."

"Oh...okay. Well…what is the doctor gonna tell us?"

Roxanne opened her mouth to talk then closed it right back. Her daughter was oblivious to reasons behind this recent proceeding but it was just one of those things. Remy was too young. Even John and her were having trouble anticipating the results. Luckily, she didn't have to elaborate; before she got the chance to open her mouth again, the doctor walked in.

"Okay John, you're good to go. The results will come in about three weeks."

John stood up to shake his hand. "Thank you, doctor."

"Thank you too, doctor!" Remy jumped from her seat and offered her hand as well.

"No problem. You be a good girl, okay?"

Remy smiled up at him. "Unless I get caught, I'm always a good girl."

"Remy!" Roxanne covered her mouth.

The little girl giggled then hid herself behind John.

"You sound so surprised she has a sharp tongue like you," John laughed. He grabbed Remy's hand and guided her towards the exit. She was in the middle of swinging her arms when a fan stopped their path.

"John Cena!"

All three looked over and spotted a stricken boy, his face slowly transforming into jubilance.

"Excuse me," John said to the mother and daughter.

Roxanne nodded as she stepped aside to allow the wrestler some time with his fan. She couldn't help but notice the far dazed look in Remy's eyes. "You okay, sweetie?"

She didn't answer.

"Just let John greet his fan."

Remy interlaced her hand with her mother's and looked away from the little boy. "I know, mommy, I know."

John sat up in bed and groaned. He was never one to pout but it seemed as if it's all he could do. "But the paternity test results should be here today."

Roxanne slipped into a pair of black shorts. "Exactly."

"What do you mean, exactly? Don't you wanna be there as soon as it comes?"

"Not really. I especially don't want Remy to be."

John sighed as he watched her put on a loose nude shirt. It was made of silk and he couldn't help but stare at how nicely it clung off her body. "Fine, fine. Go do your girls shopping day. I'll be here…waiting…frowning…sighing."

Roxanne slung gold hoops into her ears and smiled. "Oh, John. You should try distracting yourself, too."

"That's what I've been doing the last three weeks. I can't anymore. Not today."

"I know but feeling anxious isn't gonna change anything."

John got up and stood beside her. "Trust me-"

Roxanne grabbed her purse then looked at him.

"If I could stop feeling anxious, I would've a long time ago."

"I know John. I'm sorry." She ran her hand from the back of his head then down to his neck. She caressed his spot with her fingers, hoping to relieve the kinks in his body.

Sighing, he took her hand and placed it protectively into his own. "Well, be safe when you shop the streets, alright?"

She smiled, staring deeply into his eyes. After a few seconds, she spoke up. "I will, John. Don't worry. I'ma get Remy from Melina's room now and go."

"Alright. Take care."

She squeezed his hand momentarily before heading towards the door.

John watched her grow into the distance. Once she was gone, he stared up at the clock as another groan escaped his lips. "This is gonna be a long fucking day."

"Can this day get any longer?" Liz whined.

She was barely dilated, not even enough to get an epidural, but she could've sworn she'd been in labor for at least a day. Of course, that was an exaggerated claim. Things always felt slow whenever her husband wasn't around.

Luckily, she didn't have to wait much longer before he finally appeared in sight. Even exhausted, he looked cute.

"John!"

"Hey, I took the soonest flight I could. How are you feeling?"

She reached for his hand and squeezed it. "Horrible. These contractions are killing me."

John needed no further evidence as he felt her grip continue to tighten. He could've sworn her nails would cut through his skin, but he didn't care. All he wanted was to desperately intercept the pain she was feeling. His poor wife. His poor wife who was carrying his child. His child that would be born any hour now.

After all that he'd lost, Roxanne being all, he was about to be given the ultimate reward. This new life he'd help create would make his life worth it again. It'd even make his failed marriage worth it again.

"You'll be alright, Liz. Our baby's on the way."

His wife responded with a piercing yelp.

John cringed from the high octave she let out. His mind went haywire and reminders of his coming baby was momentarily lost. In those seconds, he found himself thinking of Roxanne. This was nothing new but these random flashes always hit him in the strangest of places. He felt ache like physical pain in his heart. She'd been gone so life would presumably feel dead.

John was snapped out of these thoughts as his wife clung her other hand onto him. She squeezed and squeezed, forcing him right back into reality.

His baby was coming, he reminded himself. His own baby would bring life to him again.

"Hi daddy!"

John's face automatically formed a smile after hearing Logan's voice. Even through the phone, he sounded refreshing. It was definitely a sound for sore ears. And sore hearts. "Hi buddy. How's it been over there?"

"Alright. Mom's been busy. When you gonna come visit?"

"Ah…" John scratched his head for an answer. "Soon. Soon."

"Okay…"

John noticed the trace of sorrow in his voice. "Listen…I really don't know when I'll have time to go home-" Mainly because I'd rather not see your mother. "But if you want, you can go on the road with me for a couple days."

"Really, dad?" Logan's tone instantly transformed into excitement.

"If your mother will let you."

"Ugh."

John laughed at the little boy's groan. "Ask and if she has a problem, tell her to call and I'll convince her myself."

"Kay dad. I can't wait to see you! It'd be so cool so see all the wrestlers too."

John chuckled. "It'd be even cooler to see you. Be good, alright?"

"Yes. Bye dad!"

"Bye kiddo."

John hung up the phone then chewed the inside of his cheek. He'd been avoiding the manila envelope placed on his desk for the past thirty minutes, but he couldn't distract himself any more. There was no point in waiting for Roxanne since she'd adamantly denied wanting the results.

Not waiting another second, John opened the envelope and pulled out it's contents. His eyes danced around the piece of paper, looking for it's conclusion.

And there he saw it.

John Cena is excluded as the biological father of Remy Evans.

It was written in fine print and no matter how many times he blinked, the fact never changed. It would never change. Roxanne's daughter would never be his own. Just like Logan would never be his true blood. Except, this new discovery came as a harder blow. Liz having another man's child was easier to accept, but Roxanne?

Roxanne had a child with Mike? Mike the Miz? John couldn't believe someone as beautiful as Remy could be made by him. Lucky for the little girl, she inherited practically everything from her mother. Everything but her blue eyes.

John crumpled the piece of paper into his hands. His throat constricted with emotion; every inkling of hope he had was crushed.

"Damn."

He formed the paper into a tight ball, not wasting time to discard it into the trash. He slouched into his seat, weighed down by the sadness he felt inside.

Minutes passed. An hour passed. Then another one.

John was in and out of sleep for so long, he failed to realize Roxanne and Remy had made it back inside. He was startled by the sound of bags being moved around.

"Hey, you're awake," Roxanne smiled.

John cleared his throat and sat up. His eyes panned the room, noticing the shopping bags sprawled on the floor and Remy fast asleep on the bed. All he could say was, "Yeah."

"We found a lot of bargains," Roxanne informed.

John forced himself to sound conversational. "That's…good."

Roxanne moved towards him in a controlled manner and sighed. She couldn't ignore the tension in John's voice, the tension in John's shoulders, and definitely not the tension coiled up in his eyes. He didn't need to say anything to let her know. She knew. She knew the moment she walked into the room. It's just that…she didn't quite know how to react. He must be devastated to lengths she would never understand.

"John…"

"Please Roxanne, don't."

Her eyes struggled as she watched him rise from his seat. He looked at her with devastation before moving right past her. She closed her eyes. Her heart had dropped.

"John…"

Before she got the chance to fully turn around, he was already out the door.

"I got news for you, boss."

Dan swiveled his chair to get a clearer view of the speaker. "What?"

"My son came back from my ex-wife's place. He actually ended up at the hospital for most of his break."

"And you think I care?" Dan asked.

"Yeah-"

Dan sighed. "Ambitious son of a bitch. I don't have time for your family stories, alright? Get back to work and-"

"Look, I'm sorry I couldn't get a hold of Roxanne's recent transactions but I found something else out."

This was surely testing Dan's patience. "What?"

"My son told me he saw his favorite wrestler there."

"What the hell does that have to do with Roxanne?"

"Because my son saw him with his old classmate, Remy. You know, Roxanne's daughter."

I apologize for this late and choppy update. Life got in the way. Let's hope Dan doesn't, in their case. Haha. Like always, I wanna thank you guys for the reviews! Don't forget to leave one for this chapter. I could use the motivation.