Hello, all.. Sorry for the SUPER LONG DELAY... But... Here's chapter 25.. And because I love you all so much, this chapter is full of so much fluff that it'll make you hurl. Haha. So without further delay....ENJOY!!

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Pinky Promise

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Chapter 25: Honey, I'm Home

Traveling had finally taken its toll on Bianca. Although she loved spending time with her husband, all the plane flights, car rides, and smoky hotel rooms were finally getting to her—she was exhausted. The only solution that she and John could think of was to send her home—to their home…in Tampa, Florida.

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Flashback

"Well, at least the house won't be so lonely anymore," John tried to crack a smile as he set the last of Bianca's bags down in the living room.

Bianca pouted sadly. She didn't like seeing John this way. "I'm sorry, Johnny," she walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her head between the blades of his shoulders. "Maybe this isn't such a good idea.. I mean, I don't mind traveling that much.."

John turned around in Bianca's arms and placed a reassuring kiss on her forehead. "Babe…don't worry. You're exhausted; I understand that. It was selfish of me to want you with me all the time. But you need your rest. This is your house now too, anyway. Get comfortable," he said, giving her a sideway smile; but it did nothing to hide the sadness in his eyes.

"I'm gonna miss you so much," she whimpered, burying her head into his chest and tightening her hold on him.

"Hey," he said lightly, trying to stay positive, "I'm not leaving just yet. Let's just enjoy the time we have together before I have to leave…"

End Flashback

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It had been a few weeks, and Bianca was as lonely as ever. Although John tried to visit her every chance that he got, it still wasn't enough. She missed him terribly.

"I miss you…" Bianca pouted as she held the phone to her ear. She sat on the sofa, the TV blaring in front of her, but she wasn't paying attention to it at all.

"You miss me?" John pretended to act surprised. "Why?"

"What do you mean, 'why'?" Bianca smiled at the playful tone in John's voice. It almost made her forget that he wasn't even there with her…almost. "I haven't seen you in a week…"

"I'm sorry.." John said, sympathetically. "Just been busy, na mean? I mean, I just got off a plane.."

"I know you're busy," Bianca said sadly. "I just wish you were here. I'm so…lonely…without you."

"Trust me, baby, I'm gonna fix that as soon as I get home," he said.

"How soon is soon?" Bianca asked. Maybe if she knew exactly when he would be home, every day wouldn't be so hard without him.

"Soon enough," John replied, and Bianca could visualize the sly smile on his face. "It's a busy week.."

"Fine," Bianca sighed, defeated.

"But hey, I have to go." Bianca pouted at John's words. "I'll talk to you later, okay?"

" 'kay.." Bianca said sadly. "I love you.."

"Love you too," John hurriedly said before hanging up the phone.

Bianca stared at the phone sadly and pouted. Was John so busy that he couldn't even spend 15 minutes on the phone with her anymore?

It bothered her..more than she ever knew. She didn't think she would miss John this much. Bianca paced the house, trying to keep herself busy, if only to keep her mind off of John.

After pacing back and forth in the living room, Bianca finally settled into the kitchen. Maybe if she ate something, it would take her mind off of things. After all, food made people happy, right? She just needed a distraction, and she was praying to God that one would come soon.

Then it happened….

SLAM!!

Bianca jumped from her place at the fridge, and froze. Was that the front door? Immediately, thoughts of burglary and kidnapping flooded through her mind. She didn't know how to defend herself! Where was John when she needed him the most?

"Honey, I'm hooome!"

Bianca's eyes lit up at the sound of his voice and raced back into the living room. "Johnny!!" She jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. "You're home!?" She cupped his face between her hands and stared in disbelief.

"Surprise," the WWE Champ grinned, wrapping his arms securely around his wife. Bianca beamed, leaning down to kiss him passionately.

Without another word, John carried Bianca up the stairs and into the bedroom. This was the best homecoming he had ever had.

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John Cena rolled over and reached an arm out to hold his wife…. But found nothing.

"Huh?" Fighting away the sleepiness, John cracked an eye open and lifted his head. Bianca was nowhere to be found.

Groaning softly, John slowly climbed out of bed and stretched. As he freshened up in the bathroom, he wondered where Bianca could be. After all, she was never a morning person. He couldn't recall a day when Bianca was up before him. I wonder what she's up to?

Slipping into a tank and boxers, John headed down the stairs. Halfway down, he could hear the sound of sizzling coming from the kitchen and the sweet smell of bacon, eggs, and pancakes. Breakfast food—his favorite. John descended the rest of the stairs quickly and headed straight into the kitchen.

"Good morning!" Bianca greeted from her place at the stove.

John was in awe. An oversized jersey was all his wife had on as she leaned over the stove. "Wow," he whispered, and Bianca turned around to face him, a cute smile on her face. John walked to her, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind and nipping at her neck.

Bianca giggled softly. "I'm almost done," she said, referring to the bacon that was sizzling to perfection. She raised an eyebrow at the awestruck look John had. "What?"

Shaking his head, John shrugged. "Nothing," he smiled softly. "It's just that…you're actually cooking!" He motioned towards the stove. "You hate cooking."

Bianca only gave him a sly smile. "Well, I had to do something while my husband was away," she said, smartly. "And by the way," she added, "the cookbooks your mom sent me were very helpful."

John inwardly smiled. He would have to remember to thank his mother later. "So, what else can you make?" He watched as Bianca placed the last of the bacon onto the table.

"Just some other stuff," Bianca playfully answered, and they both took their seats. "You'll find out later," she grinned. "Well, bon a petit.."

Breakfast was silent. As they ate, Bianca couldn't help but to sneak glances across the table to see John's reaction. He was scarfing it down like no tomorrow. "So… How did I do?" Bianca watched him intently.

John looked up from his food, swallowed, and beamed. "I love you…" He simply said with a genuine smile.

Bianca felt giddy inside. That was the best answer she had ever received.

John had volunteered to do the dishes after breakfast. Bianca sat at the table, sipping on a mug of hot chocolate. She had tried to help John at the sink, but he wouldn't let her anywhere near him. What is it with the Cenas not letting me do the dishes? She had to inwardly laugh at herself.

Once John was done, he sat across from her with his own mug of coffee. "So you ready?" He suddenly asked her.

"For what?" Bianca gazed at him in confusion.

"Yesterday, you told me you were lonely without me. And I told you I was going to fix it when I came home," John simply answered.

"Ookay.." Bianca was confused. John had already fixed her loneliness by being there with her. What else could there possibly be?

John laughed softly at his wife's expression. "Get dressed. We have stuff to do today."

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"Where are we going?" Bianca asked for the umpteenth time. John hadn't dropped any hints whatsoever.

"You'll see. Just be patient, Binxie," he glanced at her as they drove down the freeway.

After a while, they pulled into a parking structure situated right next to a mall. Bianca's eyes lit up. "You're taking me shopping!?" After all, what girl didn't want to go shopping?

"Kinda. You'll see," John said again, and they both got out of the car and headed into the mall.

Bianca laced her fingers with John's and allowed him to lead her around the mall. Seeing stores that she liked, Bianca would point and ask to go in, only for John to reply, "maybe later." He walked with a purpose, and Bianca wondered where exactly he was leading her to.

"Hey, let's go in here," John suddenly suggested, and Bianca looked up to see a pet store in front of them.

Bianca smiled and took the lead. "Okay!" She loved animals. When she and John were teenagers, John would take her shopping, and they always visited the local pet store. Ogling at all the cute little animals would never get old.

She headed straight for the puppies, and John smiled; he had her right where he wanted. "Aww, look, Johnny! They're so cute!!" She bounced happily, pressing her face near the cages. John merely stood back to observe his wife.

"Hey, guys, can I help you with anything?" One of the store clerks headed towards them.

Bianca turned and automatically said, "Oh no, we were just looking—"

"Take your pick, Bianca," John cut her off, grinning.

"What?" Bianca stared at him disbelievingly and smiled as realization hit. "Really?"

John nodded. "That's what we're here for. Take your pick."

"Johnny," she wrapped her arms around him and squeezed. "Thank you," she leaned up to kiss him. As they broke away, Bianca turned back to the cages and pointed. "I want that one!"

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Bianca soon forgot about all the stores that she wanted to visit. The only thing occupying her attention right now was the tiny puppy she cradled in her arms. The French Bulldog was white with black splotches. "Aww, he's shaking.. He must be really scared.." Bianca carefully climbed into the passenger seat and settled in.

"He'll be fine once we bring him home," John reassured, after putting the puppy chow, food bowls, and doggy bed in the backseat. He smiled softly as he watched Bianca coo over her new companion.

As they drove home, John reached over and petted the new puppy. "So what are we going to name him?"

The couple discussed names throughout the car ride, trying to find one that they both agreed on. By the time they got home, they had come to a decision…

"Gizmo!" Bianca set the puppy down in the living room and stepped a few feet away from him. "Come here, Gizmo.. Come here, boy.." She called out to the puppy. Slowly but surely, the puppy clumsily scampered towards her. Once he reached her, Bianca picked him up and started to cradle him again. "Oh my god, you're so cute!"

John had finished bringing the last of the supplies into the house and watched as his wife fussed over the new puppy. He settled onto the couch, and Bianca followed. She sat on his lap and nestled into his chest. "Gizmo, meet your new daddy," Bianca talked to the dog as she lifted him into John's arms.

John took the puppy from her and playfully started to pet him. "Gizmo Cena," he chuckled. "What do you think?" He asked the puppy, whom immediately started to lick his face.

"Aww!" Bianca cooed, wrapping her arms around John. "I think he likes it."

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The puppy had become the center of attention. For the rest of the day, Bianca hadn't let him out of her sight. John didn't mind it at all. Buying her a puppy was a good idea; she definitely didn't seem lonely anymore.

They had placed the puppy bed in their bedroom. While John was getting ready for bed, Bianca was making sure Gizmo was comfortable in his new bed. "Good night, Gizmo," she placed a kiss on the top of his head, and continued to gently pet him, watching as the puppy's eyes slowly started to close.

Once Gizmo had drifted off to sleep, Bianca quietly picked herself up off the floor and slid into the bed next to John. Climbing onto John, she kissed him on the lips. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," he replied, wrapping an arm securely over her lower back. "I just don't want you to be lonely anymore."

Bianca kissed him again, more fiercely this time, and John kissed back with the same fervor. However, before John could take it any further, Bianca suddenly pulled away. "What?" He asked, semi-worriedly.

"The puppy," she said, and she rolled off of him. And sure enough, John could hear soft whimpering coming from below the bed.

"What are you doing there?" Bianca asked the puppy, who had made his way towards the bottom of the bed. He tried his best to jump towards Bianca, but the bed was too high for him. Not being able to resist, Bianca picked him up and placed him in between her and John.

"Babe," he raised an eyebrow at her, "I didn't buy the doggy bed for nothing."

Bianca pouted. "But he's lonely over there." The look John gave her told her he wasn't playing around. "Please?" Bianca's lower lip stuck out even more as she gave him her best puppy dog eyes. "Just for tonight? Please, Johnny?"

John smiled and shook his head. "Fine," he said, finally agreeing.

"Yay," Bianca quietly cheered, and diverted her attention back towards the puppy. She started to gently pet him again to get him to fall asleep.

John examined his wife's actions and smiled. "Bianca, you're gonna be a great mom.." Bianca looked at John in surprise. "Just saying.." John slightly flushed red. "I mean…We're gonna have kids, right? Maybe not right now, but—"

"Of course, John," Bianca said seriously. "I wanna have kids with you."

"Really?" John looked at her hopefully. "We haven't talked about it before, so I just didn't wanna push it."

Bianca smiled; John was sweet. "You wanna talk about it right now?" She continued to pet Gizmo, but her attention was fully towards her husband.

"Okay," John started. "Um.. How many kids do you want?" This was an important question—John had 4 siblings, and Bianca was an only child. Their answers could be very different.

Bianca shrugged. "I don't know. How many do you want?"

John grinned. "I want five."

Bianca lifted her head off the pillow and raised an eyebrow at her husband. "Five? That's a basketball team, John."

"Would you rather have a football team instead?" He stuck her tongue out at her, and she made a face.

"No," she snorted. "I was thinking maybe two or three. Being an only child sucked." Bianca lay there thinking of what her family would be like. She would love to have a household full of laughter. She imagined chasing little kids with John around the big lawn. It would be fun..just like her childhood days with the Cena boys. She smiled at the thought.

"You think you're ready to be a mom?" John asked her, and she shrugged again.

"Do you think you're ready to be a dad?" She countered.

They both stared up at the ceiling. "I'm ready when you are," he said quietly.

Bianca blindly reached for John's hand and gave it a squeeze. "Then maybe I am ready," she hinted.

John rolled over to face her. "Right now?" He asked, almost excited. He leaned towards his wife, forgetting about what lay between them.

"Johnny, the puppy!" Bianca gently pushed him backwards to save the puppy from being crushed. She lifted the puppy onto her chest and stuck her tongue out at her husband.

John groaned, "sorry," but he carefully pressed his body up against Bianca's anyway.

Drifting off to sleep, John quietly whispered against her neck. "I can't wait to start a family with you."

Bianca smiled sleepily. "Me too.."

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