Chapter 13
Monday Night RAW was starting in 2 hours. Abigail was just finishing up the wrap on her dad's knees and helping with his braces when someone ran into the training room.
"Abigail, I was just walking by the stage, Beth Phoenix was attacked from out of no where by a crazy fan. She's bleeding pretty badly you need to get down there," said the very out of breath Melina.
One week after her public revelation that she was with child she was busier than ever. She looked over at her dad and smiled. "I don't think this is what they meant when they said a mother's work is never done."
As she began to waddle down to towards the stage, Abigail couldn't understand why Beth would have been attacked right before the show. I mean the audience wasn't even being allowed into the arena yet. Whoever had done this was getting way to into their character.
Abigail raced as fast as her swollen feet would take her to the entrance to the RAW stage.
Meanwhile, John walked into the training room and shook hands with Steve. "You ready for tonight old man?" Steve smirked. "I think it's going to be a very interesting evening Kid."
As they were going over their final plans, Beth Phoenix walked into the training room for her pre show ankle wraps. "Hey what are you doing here? Melina just came in here and said you'd been attacked."
Beth gave him a confused look. "I never got attacked. Oh god, I saw those two talking in the locker room."
"What two Beth?" John asked worried. "Melina and Maria," she replied. John and Steve exchanged knowing looks and tore off towards the stage. When they got there they heard a loud commotion coming from a hallway further down the hall.
"Oh god stop! Please! I'm pregnant stop!"
John streaked down towards the hall where he'd heard Abi screaming from. Steve was hot on his heels. As John rounded the corner his worst nightmare had been realized. He saw Abigail on the floor with Melina and Maria kicking her in her stomach repeatedly.
"Take that bitch! I'll kick your ass over and over again. No one steals my man and gets away with it. Melina stopped kicking as Steve grabbed her around the waist and flung her in the direction of the wall. She landed with a very angry thud. Steve ran over to Maria as John thrust himself bodily in front of Maria's kicks to protect his unborn child as well as its mother.
Abigail lay there crying softly her hands covering the child inside of her. John laid his hands over Abigail's and whispered softly to her. Steve shoved Maria out of the way. "It was an ambush John. There was no way she could have fought them off.
Silent tears fell from Abigail's eyes as she looked up at the two men she loved most in the world. All hope left her as she felt the tale-tell wetness between her legs. She didn't have to reach down to figure out that she was bleeding out. She only looked up at John and told him, "I have to get to the hospital John. The baby is dying."
Four hours later John and Steve paced the waiting room at a local hospital in New York. They had called John's parents and Abigail's mother. As John's father sat there quietly and Annie, Abigail's sister tried to cal down her hysterical mother, the doctor came out.
"Party of Abigail Williams?" he called out.
John and Steve rushed forward with the rest of the group. Mr. McMahon and Paul as well as Ric Flair, Adam Copeland, Amy Dumas, Matt and Jeff Hardy, Annie and her mother, John's family and Randy Orton and his wife and baby had all come to lend their support to Abigail.
"I'm afraid I have bad news Mr. Cena. Your baby boy had to be delivered via emergency C-Section. At only 5 months in uteri, it's highly unlikely he'll make it through the night. As for Dr. Williams, I'm afraid she has sustained severe internal damages as well as having to deal with the pains of surgery and a C-Section. The next 48 hours will tell."
As the doctor finished John sank down to his knees. He could only be reminded of the old song of Tim McGraw's. Don't take the Girl played over and over in his head. He couldn't help thinking the lyrics in his head as he sat on the floor of the waiting room with his family surrounding him. He prayed for the first time in a long time for the woman he loved.
Take the very breath you gave me.
Take the Heart from my chest.
I'll gladly take her place if you let me.
Make this my last request.
Take me out of this world.
God Please, don't take the girl.
Silently he prayed, "Lord please protect my son and his mother. I love them both. I would do anything asked of me if it meant I got to keep them both with me. Lord I've finally found the woman of my dreams and she's given me a son. Please don't take them from me before I've had a chance to give them the world. Please."
He buried his face in his hands as Anne Abigail's mother knelt in front of him. She took his face between her hands and looked deeply into his eyes. "You love my daughter don't you?" she asked. John nodded as the tears streaked down his face. Anne nodded and pulled him into a hug. "Then you pray hard. And
you don't give up hope. Our girl will make it. Our girl is strong. Our Abi doesn't take anything lying down. And if that little boy has half the piss and vinegar that his mother is made of and half her willpower, he'll be ok too."
As she finished John pulled her into a hug and everyone in the waiting room cried as they all prayed for the lives of Abigail and her son.
John sat beside the incubator his son was in. He reached in and rubbed the small hand of his 5 day old son. Abigail had yet to awaken so John had decided on waiting to give him a name. He was only known as Baby Boy Cena.
John was dressed head to toe in scrubs that the nurses had found for him. He'd refused to leave the side of Abigail or his son. John and his family took turns sitting next to Abigail and reading to her. Her mother had brought her favorite books from her apartment and right now Steve was upstairs in the ICU reading Abigail the Harry Potter series. They'd already gotten through books one, two and three in the span of 5 days.
His eyes had been blood shot for the past three days. Randy had offered to take his place while he slept. John had refused. Now Randy stood behind him and smiled at the little boy in the incubator. "It's amazing isn't it? How a person so tiny could possibly change a man and a woman so fast. But would you mind if I gave you a bit of advice?"
John looked over his shoulder, "sure, I guess," he said. Randy looked at his best friend. "All I can tell you is to go to the hotel and get some sleep. You won't have any time when you get him and Abigail home."
John nodded. "I don't want to leave her. I don't want to leave him. I'm so afraid that if I'm not here I won't be able to save them. I feel so out of control."
Randy leaned down to rub his own finger against the smooth skin of the little baby's hand. "You aren't in any more control here than you would have asleep at a hotel. Don't worry John; I'll call you if Abi wakes up."
John nodded and stood up after touching his son one last time. He walked up the stairs and into Abigail's room. She was hooked up to all sorts of monitors and machines. He could hear the beep beep beep of the heart monitor going. It was steady. He lied to himself and said that she was only taking a nice long nap.
Steve looked up as he entered. "Son, you look like hell. Go get some sleep." John replied that he would be leaving as soon as he gave Abigail a kiss goodbye. Steve nodded and said he'd be back soon. He just needed to stretch his legs.
John sat beside the bed in the chair that Steve had vacated. He slipped Abigail's small hand into his own and whispered to her, "Baby I don't know if you can hear me. We have a little baby boy. I haven't given
him a name yet. I thought we should do that together. He's beautiful. He's not very big. Just a little over a pound. But he's strong like his mommy. But I can't do this alone. I need you to wake up for me. I'm going back to the hotel and getting some sleep. Please Abigail. Just know that I love you. I love you so much it hurts. I've got to do RAW in a few days. Vince cancelled RAW on Monday night so everyone has been here. If you don't wake up soon Ric is going to have to read to you. He's threatening to bring a copy of his book to read to you. You'll be bored stiff I promise." He smirked at that comment. He knew the Abi loved Ric as well as his book.
He bent over to kiss Abigail on the forehead and again on the lips. Walking out of her room he didn't notice that she flicked her middle finger at him for his comment.
24 hours later:
Abigail lay in her bed as Randy Orton read her son a children's story. She couldn't help but laugh at all the funny voices he made to the infant who couldn't understand him. She'd woken up and was sitting up in bed. She wasn't allowed to hold her son but at least she could look at him.
Randy finished the story and closed the book. He smiled at her. "I believe it's time that I left you alone with your son. John should be back soon with your lunch. I'm sure you are very anxious for your big mac and fries."
"Don't forget the M&M McFlurry!" John called as he came in with his arms loaded down with food. His grin was huge as he gave Abi her food. He kissed her up turned lips and found himself thankful for the health of his new son and his beautiful new girlfriend.
After Randy left they sat there eating in silence. He'd chosen a salad but she loaded down with extreme carbs. And she seemed to be loving every minute of it.
"So what's going to happen to Maria?" Abigail asked through a mouthful of Hamburger.
"She's been suspended for 60 days, has to pay all of your medical bills and the court has given her probation. Melina's got it worse though. Since she led you to the scene of the ambush, she's gotten several fines to pay and is facing several months in jail. But it could have been a lot worse."
Abigail nodded. She wanted Maria gone. She wouldn't have cared if she'd been hurt. But no one hurt her baby. She'd dealt with the thought that she could have lost him.
"You know we should probably pick a name for the little guy. It just seems wrong calling him son or baby boy Cena." Jon nodded at her suggestion.
"Well I was thinking something after our fathers or grandfathers." He replied. Abigail thought quickly and shook her head. Then he'd just have your name and Steve's name. I think it should be something after our two favorite people in the world. You pick a name of a person who inspired you growing up and so can I."
John sat thoughtfully for a second. There were many people who'd influenced him throughout his life. Right now the only person he could think of was, "Randall."
Abigail smiled at the thought that he wanted to name his son after his best friend. Abigail then took some time to think about someone who has influenced her life. There were the great people like Thomas Jefferson or Marie Curie. There were wrestlers like Dusty Rhodes or Ric Flair and Shawn Michaels.
She smiled at the thought. There was no way she was going to name her son Dusty Randall or Ric Randall. Then she knew what her little boy's name was going to be. "How about Shawn Randall Cena? Shawn for my favorite wrestler of all time and Randall for your best friend."
John had a look of mock outrage. "I thought I was your favorite wrestler. "I was thinking more along the lines of Steven Randall Cena. Your dad deserves it." Abigail thought a moment and smiled. "OK. But the next one we name Shawn."
John gulped as he looked over at her. "The next time?"
There had never been any talk over the future. She'd made it clear that she didn't want him to marry her for the baby's sake. She'd made that abundantly clear! "I thought you said you didn't want to get married. I know it's old fashioned but I want to be married to the mother of my children. I want to be married to her because I love her, and she loves me. I want to be around for my kids and be able to wake up every morning with my wife. If you don't want me to marry you then there aren't going to be any more kids Abigail."
Abigail looked down at her hands. So that's the way it was. Oh he wanted more kids, but he had to be tied down by marriage to do so. He wanted to be married because of Steven Randall. Not because he loved her or because he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. He wanted to get her married to him so he could play super dad and be all protective. Well she didn't need him. She could raise this child alone if she had to. She wanted him to marry her for her, not for the baby.
"Can I ask you something? Would you have asked me to marry you if I hadn't been pregnant?" John's eyes shot to hers and he quickly stood up to sit beside her on the bed. He took both of her hands in his and kissed each one in turn.
"Honestly, I knew that I was in love with you when you wouldn't fall victim to my charms. I loved you because you didn't treat me like other women treat me. Sure I'm a stud but I'm also a nice guy. I'm tough but I have a soft side. You gave me the chance to show that to you. I love you because you're the mother of my son. But I also love you in spite of it. If this little guy hadn't come along I'd have probably asked you to marry me in a few months. It wouldn't have been because of him, but because I don't think I can spend one more day not knowing for certain that you are mine and that I am yours."
As John finished Abigail had tears falling down her face. Pouting slightly she said, "stupid hormones."
John wiped the tears off her cheek with the pads of his thumbs. It was a start. God he loved her. He leaned forward and rubbed his lips against hers as she ran her hands up his strong muscular arms. His muscles always made her shiver.
John moved over to his son's cradle. He was still on respiratory support and a feeding tube, but he was so perfect. Abigail layed back against the pillows and closed her eyes. She was worn out by the surgeries and the baby. It was hard knowing her child was there now when it was supposed to take another 4 months. She'd done nothing to get ready for the baby.
"Oh Crap! John the nursery isn't done yet! I haven't gotten anything for Steven. I don't have a crib or any clothes or diaper bed. What am I supposed to do…"
John held up his hands and rubbed her arms comfortingly, "Don't worry about all that. I gave my mom my credit card. She's getting everything for your apartment and my house in Massachusetts. He'll have a home to come home to wherever he goes. I just have one question for you."
Abigail looked up at John as he took her hands in his. "Will you marry me?"