Winding down to the end, enjoy.


Chapter 28

Their two days of uninterrupted fun ended and the couple was on a flight to their next destination which was Monday Night Raw. That night John would be doing a simple contract signing with Umaga, and they'd attack each other.

After this they could fly out and enjoy their much needed honeymoon-vacation. They spent a week in the Bahamas and came back with a wonderful sun-kissed tan. They had enjoyed the time off, the island they stayed on did not have any TV, Phones or any connection to the outside world so it was truly relaxing for both of them.

"I think that's just what we needed..." Mackenzie got off of the plane looking around for their ride. They had just landed in Lafayette, Louisiana and Randy was going to be picking them up for the hotel ride.

"I would have to agree," The WWE Champion smiled at her and rested his arm around her shoulders.

"Look, there's Randy..." She pointed out the dark haired man that wore sunglasses to disguise himself from the many patrons of the airport.

John watched as his wife waddled over to his best friend, wrapping him in a long hug, and pressing her pink tinted lips to his cheek. The older man scrunched his nose up at the feeling of the sticky lip gloss on his handsome face.

"Gross, you could have taken the lip gloss off sweetheart..." He groaned shaking hands with his newly married best friend.

"It wouldn't have been as interesting," She grinned resting a hand on her very swollen stomach.

"I'm surprised they're letting you fly like that," Randy commented as he helped John with the luggage.

"What do you mean by that?" She asked a bit disgruntle.

"I mean, cause you're so far along, I remember when my cousin was pregnant, they wouldn't let her get on a plane when she was seven months pregnant..."

"I'm just special, I guess..." She grinned at Randy who glanced over at John. The father of the two unborn babies rolled his eyes and motioned that she was crazy with one hand. She shoved him in to the door as they exited the large airport.

Tonight John was supposed to be in a match with Jonathan Coachman, but Coach was going to trick him in to an Over-the-Top Rope match with Khali, Shelton Benjamin, Charlie Haas, Viscera, Lance Cade and Trevor Murdoch.

He would also be appearing in a spot with Mr. McMahon and Coachman earlier in the evening.

The night progressed and it seemed like the night went by in a flash. They had two house shows in Louisiana and then they would be flying in to San Antonio for the Royal Rumble that weekend.

Randy, Mackenzie and John were waiting to be boarded on the plane to get to Texas, they had a late flight that would be getting in even later. They sat around with several of the other superstars and Mackenzie got up to walk around, waddling over to Amy and Trish.

"Hey girls," She smiled sitting down.

"Mack, hey babe..." Trish hugged her tightly.

"You look great," Amy stated glancing at the brunette.

"Thanks, I don't feel great..." She laughed rubbing her stomach affectionately.

"How's married life?" Amy questioned with a small grin on her face.

"Great, John has been so wonderful," She stated thoughtfully. "But, it's weird because we haven't even been home yet..."

"You came straight here from the Bahamas?" Trish questioned.

"Yeah, we didn't get to go home and relax after the vacation or anything; but I'll have plenty of time to do that.."

"Relax?" Amy laughed. "I don't think so..." She shook her head.

"You're going to have your hands full," Trish pointed out.

"Don't I know it... I'm caring his children..." She pointed to John who was arm wrestling with Randy while Paul, Shawn and Dave cheered them on.

"It could be worse," Amy shrugged her shoulders, running a hand through her dark red hair.

"Oh yeah, how so?" Mackenzie laughed at the fiery red head.

"You could be caring his babies..." Trish nodded her head in the direction of Big Daddy V.

Mackenzie looked at the large man and then back at the two girls, "That is just wrong..." She whispered laughing quietly.

The girls talked for a while longer before their plane was called for boarding. They were in line waiting when an airlines person walked over to her. They asked her to step aside and John followed her lifting his finger to Randy who grabbed her carryon.

"Miss, we have a policy about pregnant women..." The flight attendant stated as she cleared her throat looking down at her stomach.

"It's OK... I've got a note from my doctor..." She pulled out the note from her back pocket.

The flight attendant handed the note to the person behind the desk; they skimmed over it and nodded. The flight attendant smiled and congratulated the couple before letting them board the plane. John glanced over at his best friend who was sitting on the aisle of their rows and Mackenzie plopped down in the middle knowing that John loved the window seat.

"We need to talk when we get to the hotel," John stated calmly.

"Whatever you say babe," She smiled glancing at Randy who was showing her something.

John watched as she interacted with his best friend, the two had always been close, and it never bothered him before. Randy was happily engaged to Sam, why was he having a bad feeling tugging at his insides with the two of them?

And why now?

He shook it off and asked for a pillow, he propped it against the wall of the plane and tried to get comfortable as Mackenzie and Randy joked around. Randy had her ready to keel over and die laughing, and John found himself irked again.

"What is so funny?" He asked.

"Sorry babe," She looked at her husband oddly. "Randy was doing his impersonations again..." She grinned at the blue eyed Legend Killer who cracked up along side of her.

"Since when do you do impersonations?" John asked annoyed.

"I've always done them," Randy laughed shaking his head. "Where have you been?" He questioned.

John growled under his breath and squeezed his eyes shut as Randy leaned in to Mackenzie, "What crawled up his ass and died?" He asked.

Mackenzie's brow furrowed, "I don't know..." She pursed her lips together and glanced up at Randy.

The plane touched down in San Antonio hours later, and they were filing off the plane, John was the first one out of their row to head towards the doors, Mackenzie was behind him, Randy behind her his hand on the small of her back as she waddled off of the plane.

John glanced back and saw them talking, he waited, taking Mackenzie's hand possessively in his and exiting the terminal, not bothering to wait for Randy who was carrying her carry-on. Mackenzie looked up at John as they headed for luggage claim.

"What's wrong?" She asked him carefully.

"Nothing," John muttered.

"John, seriously you've been in a shitty mood ever since we got on the plane..." She gave him a small smile, hoping he would get out of his funk.

"I'm just not in the mood right now, Mack..." He stated grabbing one of her suitcases off of the conveyor belt.

He grabbed his two bags and they waited for her last bag to come around, they didn't see it and Randy came over to them totting it behind him.

"Hey I saw Macks' other bag so I picked it up..." He stated motioning to the bag that had her carry-on attached to it.

"I'm capable of getting my wife's things Randy... I don't need your help..." John muttered grabbing her rolling suitcase as she looked between the two sadly.

What is going on? She thought wondering if she missed something when she went to talk to Amy and Trish. Had they gotten in to a fight? Had she done or said something wrong?

"Dude, what is your damage?" Randy asked wondering what he had done to his best friend to make him act this way.

John stopped walking and turned around to come nose to nose with Randy, "My damage is you and my wife flirting all the god damned time... you know I thought it would end once we got married but I guess I was wrong..." He spat to Randy and Mackenzie watched with her mouth wide open.

John thought that they were flirting? What had given him that idea?

"Where is this coming from?" Randy asked following John out to the rental that was waiting for them.

"You two have always flirted, and don't you dare deny it..." John accused. "Even before we were together," He rolled his eyes and glanced at Mackenzie who didn't know what had sparked this other side of John, this jealous side.

"It was harmless... I wouldn't even call it flirting back then..." Randy stated as he thew open the hatch of the SUV.

The two large men battled over the luggage as they shoved in each piece between arguing. Mackenzie didn't know what to say, her husband was accusing her of flirting with his best friend, someone that she was extremely close to and saw as a brother figure.

"John, you're talking crazy," Mackenzie stated as she climbed in to the front seat, refusing Randy's help.

"Am I?" John asked slamming his door shut. "I don't think I am..." He mused.

"You are," Randy agreed. "Because Mack loves you, she doesn't even see me like that..." Randy argued. "And I love Sam, and I don't see my best friend's wife like that either..."

"So you're saying that you don't flirt with my wife?" John asked as he increased his speed on the highway to the hotel.

"John, slow down..." Mackenzie pulled the seatbelt away from her body, she was upset and uncomfortable in the SUV.

"I don't flirt with your wife, for Christ sakes John... I see her like my little sister, she's like my best friend..." Randy growled lowly.

"Whatever," John slammed his hands down on the steering wheel and continued to drive.

He didn't know what came over him, was he having mood swings because of Mackenzie being pregnant? Was that even possible? He glanced over at Mackenzie, her jaw was set and she was staring out of the window. He glanced in the rear view mirror and saw his best friend staring blankly forward, having an inner turmoil with himself.

Maybe he was overreacting, or looking to deep in to their relationship. Sure Randy used to flirt with Mackenzie before they were together, but that was his nature. He flirted with everything that wore a skirt. He pursed his lips together and couldn't figure out where this insecurity was coming from.

The rest of the trip to the hotel was very quiet, and no one spoke a word. They arrived and Mackenzie waited graciously for John and Randy to get her bags out of the car, it was the only thing she couldn't do for herself. She grabbed both handles and started heading towards the hotel.

"Mack, let me get those..." John walked up to her dragging his own behind him.

"I've got them," She stated shortly as she asked for their room.

Randy came in lagging behind them, John grabbed his key and her things and headed towards the elevator without giving her time to object. She tossed a sympathetic look Randy's way before waddling over to her husband.

They stood in complete silence the entire way up, she didn't know what to say to him. She was angry with him for his accusations, and she was upset to think that her friendliness with Randy was coming off to her husband as flirting.

"Are you going to talk to me, or give me the silent treatment all night?" John asked as the elevator doors opened.

"I don't know what to say to you, right now..." She stated clearing her throat.

"Look," John stopped outside of their door. "I know you're not flirting with Randy..." he stated shaking his head as she slid the key card in the door.

"Then why say what you said?" She questioned.

"I don't know..." John muttered pulling their luggage in to their room.

"Do you not trust me?" She asked as he placed their things by the bed.

She turned the light on and tossed her purse and keys to the side. John sat down on the bed and shook his head as he glared up at her.

"Of course I trust you," John stated as he got up and cupped her face in his hands. "I love you more than anything..." He whispered.

"Randy and I have never been interested in each other like that," She told him. "And I would never flirt with someone right in front of you, what kind of person would I be if I did that to you?" She looked up at him, her brown eyes capturing his for a second before he looked down.

"I'm sorry, I just feel so insecure right now..." He muttered, admitting the truth.

"Why?" Mackenzie asked.

"I don't know... I just have this unsettling feeling, and it's tugging at me...eating away..." John stated sighing heavily.

Mackenzie smiled up at him warmly, "You have nothing to be insecure about... our babies are fine... and we're ok... right?" She asked him.

"Of course,"

"I think you need to go talk to Randy," She stated opening one of her suitcases to get some clothes out.

John nodded before placing a soft kiss on her lips, he disappeared and found Randy's room two doors down from their room. He knocked and waited for him to answer, the Legend Killer pulled the door open, he was wearing nothing but a pair of basketball shorts and a wife beater.

"Hey man," John rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

"What's up?" Randy asked coldly, not letting his friend in to his room.

"Can I come in and talk for a minute?" He asked.

Randy stood away from the door and John came in, Randy flopped down on to his bed and tried to avoid eye contact with John. He cleared his throat and sat down on the extra bed in the room.

"Look Rand," John started. "I'm sorry," He watched his best friend's facial features change. They were hard and stoic and they changed to soft and emotional. "I shouldn't have said the things I did to you and especially towards Mack..."

"You've got that right," Randy sat up and stared over at his best friend. They had been friends for years, and they had never, ever had this problem.

"I had this awkward feeling, and I took it wrong..." The WWE Champion cleared his throat and watched his best friend toy with the hem of his shorts. "I was insecure, and I don't know why really..."

"You're afraid to lose her," Randy stated softly as he looked up to meet his best friend's intense gaze. All John could do is nod, Randy smiled softly. "I love you like a brother, John... and I would never do something like that to you... ever."

"I know man," John bit his bottom lip and glanced over at Randy who shook his head.

"I love Mack, but not like that... I love her like a little sister, like my best friend... but it's never been romantic..."

"I know that," John grunted. "I don't know what came over me... and I just wanted to apologize, this was not how I wanted my first week back at work to be... especially with the Rumble tomorrow..."

"I understand, look go back to your wife... get a good nights sleep and I'll meet you downstairs for breakfast, just the two of us..." Randy offered. "My treat..."

"Well if you're paying, I'm there..." John grinned standing up from the bed.

"I'll make sure to take it out of the wedding budget..." Randy grinned hugging his best friend before he left the room.

Mackenzie was curled up in bed by the time he got back. He slipped out of his clothes and climbed in next to her. He wrapped his arms around her, letting one hand rest comfortably on her belly. He kissed the nape of her neck and she squirmed under his warm touch.

"How'd things go with Randy?" She asked cautiously.

"Good," John mumbled letting his lips linger on her soft tanned skin. "We're going to breakfast tomorrow morning, just me and him... if that's ok with you..." He smiled against her shoulder.

"I think it's you two I should be worried about," She laughed, her voice laced with sleep.

"You might have to," John added with a chuckle.

Mackenzie settled in to his embrace and fell asleep, John on the other hand had a bit more difficulty doing so. His mind was no longer worried about Mackenzie and Randy, it was now on the two boys that were nesting safely inside of his wife, their mother.

What if I'm a bad father? John thought letting his hand search the belly for movement. What if something happens to one of my boys? He choked out the thought.

His mind was flooded with worries that night, and by the next morning he was waking Mackenzie up with his tossing and turning. She sat up in bed and noticed John's face was scrunched together in apprehension.

She felt the tightening of her abdomen in a quick shot and she let out a low moan holding her abdomen. John usually slept like a rock, and you had to get the entire floor to wake him up, but as soon as the moan escaped her lips he shot awake, his eyes wide and full of worry.

"Go back to sleep," She pushed him down on to the bed, the bags under his eyes told the story of his restless night. "You need it..."

"You made a noise, like you were in pain... what's wrong?" He asked sleepily.

"Nothing, just go back to sleep, ok... it's still early..." She stated pushing him back down.

John, being the stubborn man that he is, refused to lay back down. Mackenzie rolled out of bed and grabbed some clothes from the bag next to her. She glared at her husband and pointed a finger at him.

"When I get out of this shower you had better be back to sleep, you have a hellacious match tonight and I will not have you getting hurt on my accord..." She shook her head. "Besides I'm probably just hungry..." She smiled at him.

John fell back in to his pillows, he didn't want to go back to sleep, but he knew in order for him to be 100 tonight he would have to get some more rest. He couldn't pull a 10 or 15 minute match with only four hours of sleep.

She snuck in to the shower, and was pleased to see that he was out like a light when she came back out. She jotted down a note and headed for the complimentary breakfast that was being held for the WWE Superstars downstairs.

Mackenzie smiled seeing a few of the Diva's sitting around talking. Amy, Trish, Ashley and Torrie were eating fruit, muffins and bagels. Mackenzie grabbed her food and joined them after they waved her over.

"So Torr, how are things with Jeff?" She asked trying to get comfortable.

"Fantastic, he is so... amazing..." She smiled brightly, her blonde hair was pulled in to a messy bun.

"He is pretty eccentric..." Amy agreed. "He's very insightful..."

"He is, and he's great in the sack..." Trish smirked over at Torrie who blushed and tossed a piece of her muffin at the Canadian blonde.

"So you and Jeff, huh?" Mackenzie asked looking at Trish who smirked and nodded.

"Yeah during our storyline a few years ago," She shrugged. "He was sexy and we were single... so..." She smirked.

"Ok, ok..." Torrie scrunched up her nose. "Don't go in to details please..." She shuddered. "That's my boyfriend you're talking about..."

"Boyfriend, so there are titles?" Amy grinned.

"Yes, he officially asked me out after Mack and John's wedding..." She smiled shyly.

"And you didn't tell us until now?" Trish asked shocked.

"Hey, a girl is entitled to some of her own secrets..." Mackenzie grinned nudging Torrie with her elbow.

Torrie smiled and nodded her head pointing to Mackenzie as if to say that she was right. Amy and Trish grinned as the girls talked for what seemed like hours before Mackenzie winced at the sudden contraction in her abdomen.

"Oh my god, Mack are you ok?" Torrie questioned putting a hand on her shoulder.

"Yeah, ah, that is the second one this morning..." She pursed her lips together.

"Are you having contractions?" Trish inquired.

"I don't know... I think that's a contraction but I'm not sure..." She mused.

"Maybe we should get you to the hospital..." Amy suggested.

"No, I think I'm ok..." She stated glancing at the worried faces of the girls.

"C'mon we're taking you..." Trish pulled her out of her seat and glanced back at Torrie and Amy who were hot on their heels.

"I'll call John and let him know," Torrie stated getting out her cell phone.

"No, don't wake him up... he didn't sleep well last night, and he'll be so tired for his match..." Mackenzie refused.

"He's going to be ticked if you don't tell him..." Amy pointed out.

"I'll send him a text and he'll get it when he wakes up..." Mackenzie stated.

John woke up two hours after Mackenzie took a shower, he found her half of the bed empty and began to panic. He saw the note on her pillow and picked it up.

Hey babe, went to breakfast. I won't be gone long – I Love you.

He wondered when she left for breakfast. Sighing he got out of bed, and grabbed his things to take a shower. Twenty minutes later he rolled out of the bathroom feeling refreshed, though he didn't get a great nights sleep last night, the last two hours made up for it.

He picked up his wallet, key card and keys and searched for his cell phone. He saw it on the nightstand blinking mercilessly. He had a new message. Pursing his lips together he grabbed his cell phone and stared down at the text that stared him back in the face.

Went to the hosp dun worry, everything is OK.

John looked down at the text message and his jaw set, she went to the hospital and she didn't even wake him. He noticed the time of the text message was almost an hour ago. He grabbed the handle to the door and stormed out of the room, nearly knocking over his best friend who was coming to wake him up for breakfast.

"Whoa John, where's the fire?" Randy laughed, but stopped seeing the glare his best friend sent him. "What's wrong?"

"Mack went to the hospital and didn't fucking wake me up... she just went and sent me a text saying everything is ok..." He clenched his phone in his hand and headed towards the elevator.

"Hold on, I'm coming with you..." Randy stated as he ran to catch up with John.

Randy pulled out his phone that he had slipped in to his pocket without bothering to look at it this morning and saw a text from Mack and then one from Trish. He swallowed reading Mackenzie's first as he followed John out to the rental.

Pls tell John not to worry, I'll be back b4 u knw it.

Randy rolled his eyes and looked at Trish's text which was just sent about twenty minutes ago. He pursed his lips and watched John's phone vibrate in his hand as he slammed the car door shut.

Will u chck on JC?

Smirking Randy text Trish back letting her know that they were on their way. John glared down at his phone and saw a text from Torrie, he slammed the gear shift in to reverse as he tore out of the parking space, as he shifted in to drive while opening the text with his free hand.

Just got in to see the Dr. will keep u posted.

John slammed his hands down on to the steering wheel and Randy winced at the sound. The two young men headed towards the hospital, Randy tried his best to keep John calm, but that was nearly impossible in the state that John was in.

He was livid, completely diluted of common sense.

"John, look you're going to get pulled over if you keep driving like this," Randy stated hanging on to the ever present 'Oh Shit' handles as he liked to call them of the dark SUV.

"Shut the fuck up, Randy..." John growled. He glanced over at his best friend, "Why the hell did you even come?" He asked.

"To make sure that you don't hurt or kill somebody..." Randy stated as he looked at his best friend seriously.

"Do you actually think I would harm my wife?" John asked angrily.

"I didn't say Mack did I? I said somebody..." Randy rolled his blue eyes. "I know you wouldn't hurt Mack, but you'd hurt the first person you see because you're so pissed off..." He stated glancing at his friend.

John ignored Randy knowing that he was right. He would probably be ready to kill whoever stepped in his way of Mackenzie. He wanted to yell and scream at her for being so stupid, but a part of him was calmer knowing that at least Torrie was with her.

"Trish is with her, so she should be in good hands..." Randy stated quietly as John turned in to the hospital parking lot.

"Torrie's with her too," John stated blandly.

He barely gave himself time to park before yanking the car in to park and pulling his keys out. Randy was hot on his heels as they barged in to the hospital. The woman at the front desk jumped back seeing the two large men coming in looking very ticked off.

Both men were intimidating, John was only wearing a white muscle shirt, and basketball shorts, and Randy was wearing a black wife beater and Nike shorts. The woman at the desk nervously asked how she could help.

"I need to see Mackenzie Cena..." John stated, her name and his sounding amazing as it slipped out of his mouth.

"I'm sorry sir, we don't have anyone by that name here." She stated her nervousness shining through.

"Try Roddick-Cena..." Randy stated hurriedly.

The woman typed in the name and looked up at the two men, "She's in labor and delivery which is on the East Wing, Room 347." The woman barely had time to spit it out before the two men rushed in the direction she had pointed.

They were up the elevator and in the Labor and Delivery area in record time. Another desk stopped them from going in to see her. They hurriedly went through the same routine and the nurses let them by, but having them sign in first.

John burst through the door as four startled screams came out of the girls in the room, his eyes narrowed on Mackenzie who nervously looked at the girls and then at Randy who was looking a bit disappointed himself.

"What the hell were you thinking?" John asked coming up to her and cupping her face in his large hands.

"I didn't want to wake you up," She looked down sadly. "I know you didn't sleep well last night, and I knew it wasn't serious... but the girls made me come..." She pointed to Amy, Trish and Torrie who smiled wearily at the WWE Champion.

"Nothing serious?" Randy asked coming over to the bed himself.

"It's just Braxton Hicks," She grinned at John. "I told you everything was OK..."

"What's Braxton Hicks?" John asked confused.

"It's like a false labor, they say it happens to a lot of women... especially with multis..." She shook her head. "I came just to make these guys get off my case..." She hoisted her thumb in the direction of the red head and the two blondes.

"At least I know you got someone looking out for you," John was a bit less pissed now though, he knew he'd have to talk to her in private, after they left the company of the foursome around them. "I'm just glad everything is ok..." He smiled kissing her forehead.

The girls 'Awed' at them and Randy pretended to choke himself. The doctor checked her again and let her know that her cervix was still closed and she didn't' have anything to worry about for awhile. Everything looked 'normal' to him.

After feeding her an IV, the group was allowed to take her home, or to the hotel rather. The Doctor did tell her that she shouldn't be flying much longer, and she should probably get as much rest as she possibly could.

Once they got to the hotel Randy offered to cancel his morning breakfast with John so that he could spend time with Mackenzie. Mackenzie stood her hands on her hips, Torrie, Trish and Amy wanted her to go shopping with them, she didn't want to ruin John's plans.

"I'm perfectly fine," She stated huffing.

"I mean, she probably needs to rest, and relax... we can do it another time man..." Randy stated ignoring Mackenzie's badgering.

"I guess we could do it tomorrow..." John stated shrugging.

"Hello, guys I'm right here..." Mackenzie waved her hands in their faces.

John and Randy both turned to look at her, "What?" They asked in unison.

"I'm going to the mall with the girls; you go have your date and go to the gym and I'll be fine..." She rolled her eyes grabbing her purse.

"Oh no you're not," John shook his head.

"Oh yes, I am... go kiss and make up..." She pushed them as she waddled over to the three awaiting women. "I swear to god, I've got two fathers over there..." She grinned linking arms with Torrie who smiled glad that they were friends.


Almost over with, R&R!