Chapter 12
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone from the WWE.

Author's Note, February 20, 2011: Sorry for not updating within a week like usual. Shit happens and this one was hard to get out. HAHA! Enjoy everyone! And thanks to Lauren, Felonxoxo, Animal-Viper-Cena Fan, xXParieceXx, RatedrKjErIcHo, PSNC100502, Cena's baby doll, and Sonib89.


There was no escape. Both John and Roxanne could tell themselves over and over that they weren't falling in love but their hearts were already laughing at logic. The kiss not only provided them with security but a sense of discovery as well. For John, it was a revelation to this discover that this one woman - someone who was not his wife - could take his heart and leave him helpless. He imagined how it'd feel to kiss her before but the actuality was much more than he could take. Not only had he touched her lips, but he felt the kiss penetrate through her mind, her heart, and her whole body, making multiple connections at once. These connections had officially tied them together.

That kiss, their first kiss, happened a few days ago. The two would've been inseparable if Roxanne hadn't needed to go back home. Lucky for them, John had no shows for a couple days and he planned to spend it the best way he knew how.

"I was supposed to wear that today," John frowned as he watched Roxanne saunter across her room in his purple Cenation tee.

She made sure to make a quick glare at him before she got her phone. "You have another pair. About a hundred of them, actually."

"But I wanted that one," he persisted, pointing a finger at her as she made her way back onto the bed.

She ran a hand through her hair and sighed, then changed the subject. "I can't believe I'm calling in sick on the first week I get the job."

John pursed his lips tighter then made a frown. "Rox, I told you, you don't have to."

"But I want to and I know you do too," she pouted, meticulously eyeing her phone. She didn't take another second of hesitation before she dialed her work's number. "Hello, this is Roxanne…yeah, yeah, I'm actually not feeling well today so…no, I believe I have a case of the stomach flu…yeah…alright. Thank you very much. I'll try and you too. Bye."

John raised his eyebrows. "We good?"

"Wow." She tossed the phone on the bed and nodded. "That was too easy."

"The conversation sounded casual to me. Which means," John paused to take a moment to wrap his arm around her waist, drawing her closer. "We have nothing to worry about but each other today."

Roxanne rolled her eyes. "Oh boy. As if that wasn't already enough."

"I was gonna wear this today," John repeated, completely dismissing her expected remark. He pinched the shirt and tugged on it as he brought his eyes innocently to hers. She wasn't buying it.

"I'm not taking it off for you, John, go find another shirt."

"Fine. It looks better on you anyways," John commented, vehemently looking her. He trailed his eyes on her hungrily, like a lion on it's prey.

"Unless you want my fist to meet your face, I suggest you stop looking at me-"

"Well, your fist in my face wasn't the interaction I was after but if you're into that stuff, I mean-"

Roxanne didn't allow him to finish his sentence. Instead, she grabbed his face with both of her hands and brought her lips to his. She felt him tremble and for a man being his size, with his profession, it made her laugh. He was undeniably cute.

"I don't understand you," John whispered, his eyes still closed from the kiss. He allowed a second to pass before he opened them to look up at her. She was on top of him now, her hair landing freely on his face. "You're mean to me one second then you kiss me the next."

She bit her lip and smiled. She possessed such power over him and now that she was aware of it's entirety, she was lethal.

"I'm scared of you," John whispered and he wasn't lying. She was doing things to him that he couldn't quite understand and the control he'd established for himself a long time ago seemed to have disappeared. Lucky for him, she appeared and that was enough for him.

"I should be the one scared," she whispered back, a smile still present on her face.

"And why would that be?"

Before she could answer, John's phone emitted light and his wife popped up. That's why, Roxanne thought silently. She released herself from John and smiled, giving the married man a chance to answer the phone in solitude. She didn't bother looking back as she made her exit out of her own room.

"You okay?" Roxanne asked as John sluggishly made his way into the kitchen a few minutes later. His face looked drained and it amazed her how quick and thorough Liz was at her work. She did an impeccable job at sucking away the joy in her husband's eyes.

John raised his shoulders slightly then allowed it to drop instantly. He didn't answer by words but instead pulled her into his arms to show he needed her strength. He was exasperated from that phone call but this embrace provided him enough power to stay sane. His fingers laced through her hair as he massaged her scalp, returning the comfort he had gotten from her.

"Don't even bring her up," he muttered.

"I wasn't going to unless you did." She circled her arms around his torso and immediately changed the topic. "Let's go make breakfast. Mm?"

John tried desperately to rationalize his thoughts and as soon as Roxanne tightened her grip, he found it easy to do so.


"You're Mike right?"

"Miz, you can call me Miz too. Who is this?"

"I'll call you Mike," Liz persisted, unabated. She switched hands that she used to hold the phone before she introduced herself. "This is Liz…John Cena's wife."

"Oh, Liz!"

"You told me I could call you for-"

"For backstage access to your husband. Yeah, he's actually not on the road with us right now."

"He never mentioned that," Liz mumbled, suddenly feeling alerted.

"Oh?"

"No."

"Any idea where he could be if he isn't there with you?"

"Um…"

"Let's try to figure this out then."


A frantic energy burst through Roxanne as her back arched against John. Their kisses were not only getting deeper but it left their desires satisfied, so satisfied, that it left them yearning for even more. Much more. Her arms were linked around his neck as he stayed dipped down, capturing her lips in a gentle kiss, enchanting her even as he seduced. John resisted the urge to quicken his pace and soon enough, he didn't have to try. She pulled away, heavily breathing, heart racing. He tried desperately to read her eyes, wondering why she halted such a beautiful moment.

"Wha-" was all he could mutter out. His lips stayed parted, his mouth was dry, and his whole body suddenly felt cold.

Roxanne let out another heavy breath before she pulled herself up on her elbows, her fingers digging onto the sheets. "That was getting a little too much for me."

John gently drew his fingers through her hair, smoothing out each strand he passed. He kept his eyes still on her. "What's wrong with that?"

"John."

"What?"

"We're not even supposed to kiss and-"

"Am I not allowed to see you anymore either? I thought we talked about this already."

"Yeah but there has to be a line drawn."

"Baby, there is a line but I'm afraid we've already passed it."

Roxanne silently toyed with his words and no matter how hard she resisted, she knew he was right. They had crossed the line and it wasn't recently. It'd been a long time ago, way before their first kiss even concurred. Their physical interaction wasn't their only form of cheating, it was with their emotions too.

John sighed. "Look, you don't have to tell me again and again how wrong this is. I already know that and I've decided a long time ago I don't wanna be right. I'd rather have this with you, Rox. I can't imagine wanting anything more than to be with you. And with that said, you don't have to worry. I'm not gonna let us get any further until I've made my decision, and that decision being you."

Her eyes lingered on his and she could only frown. His decision was looking to be a loss no matter what.

"Rox." John lifted her chin before tucking away the loose hair that fell over her face. He brought his thumb to massage her temples as he watched the worry cloud up her eyes. "Stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?" She kept her frown.

"Like this is the last time you're ever gonna see me."

Her shoulders tensed up and she couldn't believe how he easily read her. There was no hiding her feelings now. "John, I can't help it. I've been the happiest I've ever been in my life and especially during these past few days. I just can't shake the fact that you may be gone the next. I know I'll have to accept it but I just…I don't know. This is rough on me too."

"Baby I know, just please, don't let your worries ruin the time we do have right now."

Nodding, Roxanne brought her pointer finger to trail down the side of his face. She'd been strong for awhile now but the weakness that laid beneath that veneer was melting away. John had taken something from her and resistance was impossible. Just like the feeling she had of them ending up together. Impossible.

Roxanne felt her body sink deeper onto the sheets as she quivered underneath his frame. She wasn't cold. In fact, she was kept warm from the heat of his body as well as her own. The simple thought of giving herself up to him was making her weak, making her quiver and tremble. It felt like her first time all over again - her body filled with desire and impatience. Her pulses were pounding and her mind was turning away from reason.

"Are you sure you wanna do this?" he whispered into her ear.

She nodded and bit her lip, completely unable to speak. She was too trapped into her wishful thinking that she forgot all words. All she knew was that she wanted him, and she wanted him now. She no longer wanted to be in control of herself. She just wanted to experience this with him and everything that once seemed impossible.

Roxanne shot up in bed, desperate to catch some breath she felt had been stolen in her sleep. She was panting, her eyes wide open, and her muscles frozen. She felt an arm wound around her as she sucked in some air to revitalize herself.

"Baby, are you alright?" John tried to mutter through his sleepy voice in order to soothe the shaken beauty beside him. He wrapped his arms around her, gently stroking her back.

"Oh God…" her voice came out in a long tremble sigh. She buried her face onto his shoulders, feeling him hold onto her tighter.

"You want me to turn on the light?"

"No." Instead, she drew herself closer, desperate to absorb the strength she felt in him.

"Bad dream, huh? Nightmare?"

She shook her head and it left him at a confused trance.

"It wasn't a nightmare, John. It was just…so real and I can't imagine doing it- doing that with- I just-"

Immediately, John's muscles went lax. He managed to let out a soft laugh. "Are you trying to say you had a dream of us having sex?"

She released herself from him before running a hand through her hair. "It was sex but definitely not with you."

John's eyebrows drew closer. "Well, aren't we glad that was just a dream."

"It was with my boss," she stated, sending a shiver through her spine. She couldn't believe that dream and saying it out loud didn't make it feel any more real.

"Are you sure that wasn't a nightmare?" John joked.

Roxanne sighed as she brought her head to rest against his shoulder. "It felt so real, though."

"It might have but this right here is what's real." John lulled her back into reality with a kiss.

She moaned against his touch, feeling her strength drawn out yet again, but in a different way. In a much realer way, one that only he seemed capable of doing.

"You wanna go back to sleep or…?" John began to ask, but she quickly shook her head then returned their lips together.

Despite their high tolerance with lack of sleep, they still were unable to fight it completely. A few hours in bed of lip to lip action, coupled with exchanged words and more stories, then the two were taken right into sleep. It was like a trap impossible to ignore, kind of like each other.

John woke up first and seeing who was curled up beside him drew an automatic smile to his face. He remembered last night, dismissing just the part about her dream, and it made him feel relaxed. If only every night and every morning were like this, he'd be the luckiest man on earth. He started to lay a finger on the pool of hair that draped over her cheek before his phone went off.

He cursed under his breath before he scooted over to answer it. He felt obliged to since hitting ignore would've been bad on his part and letting it continue to ring might've woken up Roxanne. He didn't allow his voice to come through the lines until he got himself into the master bathroom.

Roxanne shifted, faintly hearing a door shut. She kept her eyes closed until she heard a voice through the wall. It sounded like John was on the phone. She brought a hand to rub her forehead before she sat up, bringing the blanket to her shoulders. The voice from the bathroom started to grow and he didn't sound happy. She figured it was his wife on the other line and as a few more minutes passed, that thought was confirmed. Roxanne overheard John recite his wife's name a few times, out of frustration at her, but that was all of the conversation she could make out. By the time they hung up, Roxanne nearly dreaded to see his face. She hated the defeat that washed over him after every talk he had with Liz. She didn't deserve him and he didn't deserve her.

Roxanne watched as the door to the bathroom opened and out walked John. He had a look on his face that she couldn't have prepared for. It was well past defeat.

"What's wrong?" she asked him.

Silence passed through the room and she could feel him weaken with every tick of the clock. He only looked at her but without words and almost with no emotion. His eyes were icy, his mouth firm.

"What's wrong?" she repeated.

"She's pregnant."