Summary: When she was a baby, Sara Molinaro was adopted. Now, a grown woman, and a WWE Diva, she finds out. But when she finds her family, is everything rosy? Or will it tear apart one of her best friendships? Requested by WWE'sFinestDiva2012.

"Sara, honey, I'm sorry," her mom, or adoptive mom, said, trying to calm her down. "We wanted to tell you sooner, but we were waiting for the right time. We didn't want you to grow up thinking we didn't love you as much."

Sara dried her eyes and looked at her parents, the two people who had raised her.

"What do you know about my…biological family?"

Her dad shook his head slightly, "Not much, it was a closed adoption; we don't even know their names, or what they looked like. One day the agency called and told us that there was a baby girl at the hospital, that she had just been born the day before, and we could come get her."

"That's it?"

They two looked at each other, they were clearly uncomfortable. Finally her mom spoke again, "Well, you have a brother…a twin brother."

"Why didn't you adopt him too?" she stood up, her voice rose from how upset she was. "Was he not good enough? Was there something wrong with him? Down syndrome? Cerebral palsy? What?" Her parents rushed to her side, wrapping their arms around her.

"It was nothing like that, sweetie," her mom told her, urging her to sit back down.

"We would've gladly adopted him too, but they told him that he wasn't up for adoption, only you."

That hurt Sara even more than finding out she was adopted.

"We just want to make sure that you know we love you with all of our hearts, and no matter what you do, we couldn't be more proud of you. You are our daughter."


A few days later, Sara went out to lunch before the show with her boyfriend, Randy Orton, and two of her best friends, Stephen and John Cena. Sara listened to Randy and Stephen talk about their childhoods, "Well," Stephen smiled, "You know we couldn't all be Cowboy Bob Orton's son."

Randy tried to stifle a laugh.

"What about you, John?" Stephen asked, turning to the big man sitting next to him.

John shrugged, "There's not much to say that I haven't said before. You know I grew up in Massachusetts, I have four brothers…actually, I recently found out that I have a sister.

"Really?" Sara asked, looking up from her food.

"Yeah, a twin…she was adopted though."

"When is your birthday, again?" Sara asked.

"April 23, 1977."

"Hey, that's your birthday," Randy said, completely unaware at what Sara was getting at.

Sara shot him a look and he stopped talking. She turned back around, "I recently found out I was adopted."

"Do you think…?"

Sara looked at him, he was just so unlike her. She shook her head, "No…maybe."

A small smile played at the corners of John's lips, "How would we even find out? My parents said it was a closed adoption, they never even saw the couple who adopted her; they don't even know their name."

Sara tried to think of a way, in all of the movies she had seen that dealt with adoption, every time the biological parents were attempted to be found, the agencies would say that they weren't at liberty to give that information out, even to the child in question.

"You could do a blood test," Randy offered.

"What?" they both asked, looking at him.

"A blood test, see if everything matches."


A couple of weeks later, the results had come back. She walked up the steps of the Massachusetts home, and knocked on the door. John answered with a smile and led her into the living room. "Mom, dad," he said, getting their attention. "This is Sara Molinaro…my sister."

His mom's eyes widened, her smile fell.

His dad just stared at Sara, as if he were seeing a ghost.

"Look at you," his mom finally spoke, "aren't you just so pretty. Sit down; can I get you anything to drink?"

"No thank you," she said, taking a seat on the couch.

"I've seen you before. You wrestle with John."

Sara nodded, "Yeah…um…yes sir?" Sara was incredibly nervous. She had spent so many years believing the Molinaros were her actual family, only to find out otherwise now.

They talked for a while. Sara told them about her child hood, and her desires to be a wrestler when she was younger and they told her about John and her four other brothers. They even invited her to stay for dinner, which she gladly accepted.

Finally she asked the question that had been bugging her ever since she found out she was adopted, "Why did you do it though? Why did you put me up for adoption?"

Their parents looked at each other nervously, then back to Sara and John, who were waiting patiently for an answer. "Well," their mom started, "we didn't…We didn't want a girl."

Sara's smile faded instantly as the hurt filled her.

She leaned over, putting a hand on her knee, "We are so proud of you though. You're smart, beautiful—"

"No," Sara shook her head and stood up. "You didn't want a girl? You didn't know anything other than I was a girl, so you didn't want me? You are not my parents. My parents are the Molinaros, I'm not a Cena. I'm not your daughter."

She rushed out the front door. John stood, shot his parents a 'why-would-you-say-something-like-that' look, and ran after Sara, who was proceeding to get into her car. "Sara, wait, please!"

She stopped and turned to look at him.

"I'm sorry John; I don't want to see them again."

He ran to her side, "I know you're upset," he said, wrapping his arms around her, and pulling her into a hug. Tears streamed down her face. He pulled away enough to look at her face, but his hands still held her. It was obvious now that they were related, how had he seen it before? "Listen to me, I know you're mad at them, I am too. But no matter how you feel about them, I am your brother. And I'm going to drive you home, because you're too upset to drive. And I've missed out on a lot of big brothering, so I need to go threaten Randy's life anyways, and let him know what will happen if he hurts you."

She laughed, "We're the same age."

"Doesn't matter, I'm bigger than you."

She smiled, and he hugged her tight again.