Chapter 29

Two and half months later, on October 28, I went into labor. I was exactly thirty-seven weeks pregnant. As it so happened, I was out to dinner with Amy and Phil. John was working a night shift.

"Are you okay, Trish?" Phil asked.

I looked across the table at him. "I'm fine," I said.

"Why aren't you eating then?" Amy asked. "You have had a healthy appetite since you made it to the second trimester of your pregnancy."

"I just don't feel good."

"What feels bad?" Phil asked.

"I keep getting this pain throughout my body."

"How often?" Amy asked.

"About every ten minutes," I said.

"Oh my God, Trish! Sweetie, you're in labor."

"No, I can't be!"

"Like it or not, honey, you are," Amy said. She stood up from the table and walked over to me.

We were eating at Cena's. Boog was working. He was standing nearby and came over. "Is everything okay?" He asked.

"Spread the news," Phil said, standing up. "You're nephew is on his way."

"No kidding?!" He looked at me.

"Apparently so," I said.

"Oh, wow. Let me get my dad."

I sighed.

Forty minutes later, I was lying in a hospital bed hooked up to a few machines that were keeping track of contractions, the baby's heart rate and blood pressure, and then my heart rate and blood pressure. I was in the room by myself. Amy was on the phone with my parents. John Sr. was talking to Steve, Dan or Matt, or Ally or Kourtney. Phil was somewhere. I think he was getting something to eat since I cut our dinner short.

"Knock, knock," Torrie said, walking into the room with Randy and Phil.

"Hey," I said with a bright smile. I sat up in bed.

Torrie came over to me and gave me a hug. Randy did the same.

"Thanks so much for coming," I said.

"Anything for you," Torrie said.

"Yes," Randy said. "Besides this is my godson."

I smiled. John and I had decided that we wanted Amy as Little Johnny's godmother and Randy as his godfather.

"I also thought you would like to see them," Phil said.

"You got them here?!" I said.

"Yeah! Our friend is having her baby."

"Exactly," Torrie said.

Amy came into the room then. "Your parents want to talk to you." She gave me her cell phone.

I had a nice talk with both my parents. They wished they could be there, but they couldn't get out to Boston right now. They said they wouldn't be able to get there until Friday and it was Monday evening. I was upset on those regards, but when I got off the phone with them, John showed up.

"Just the man I was waiting for," I said.

John smiled as he walked over to me. He was dressed in regular clothes and not his uniform.

"Oh, you didn't come in your uniform?" I asked with a sad face.

He laughed. "Sorry, I didn't want any nurses hitting on me while my fiancée was having my baby."

"Good point."

John smiled and gave me a kiss. "How many centimeters?"

"Three," I replied. "Was anyone mad that you needed to leave because I was in labor?"

"Nope. Michael can handle our beat solo. He's got a few more years experience than me."

"Good," I said. "My parents won't be able to get out here until Friday, so I need all the love and support I can get."

"Oh, its here and coming. My mom should be here soon."

"What about the rest of us?!" Randy asked.

"Yeah," Phil said. "I got him and Torrie here for you."

"Thank you very much for that, Phil, and thank you for coming, Torrie and Randy, but I just really wanted John and my parents more than anyone," I said.

"What about me?!" Amy said.

"Yes, and you too, Aims. But I only need my fiancé and baby daddy by my side for the birth."

"Oh, come on," Torrie said. "Randy and I came all the way here to support you! How about some gratitude."

"Seriously, Torrie?!" John said.

"Nope, I'm kidding," Torrie smiled. "We'll try to be here for the birth, but that little guy can come at any time. Plus we all have to work tomorrow."

"Oh, yes, that's the down side," Amy said. "I have to work, while you'll be in labor with the baby."

"Not necessarily," I said. "He can come quick or slowly. Hopefully I won't be in labor for thirty hours or something."

"You have been watching too much of season eight of FRIENDS," John said.

"Isn't that season where Rachel is preggers with Emma?" Amy asked.

"Yes," I said. "And she was in labor for about thirty hours. She progressed to ten centimeters of dilation, though. If a woman is stuck at a certain number of dilation, then she'll be given a C-section. If a woman makes it to ten centimeters and the woman is pushing and the baby won't come out, then she'll have a C-section as well. I do not want a C-section."

And I didn't have a C-section either. I was in labor for fourteen hours and I kept dilating to ten centimeters. At 8:16 AM on October 29, John Felix Anthony Cena III was born. The sound of his wailing and crying brought tears to my eyes. He weighed seven pounds and nine ounces. He was twenty inches in length. He was very healthy. The moment he was handed to me, all wrapped up in a blanket and his little baby cap on, I was in love.

I took one look at my newborn baby boy in my arms and began to cry. The one thing I had wanted the most out of life, to have a baby and be a mom, had come true. And it was all thanks to John.

I smiled as I looked over at him. He sat on the bed with me. He smiled at me. He wiped away my tears and kissed me.

John and I were both so happy to have our baby boy. We both held him and kissed him. He was all ours and no one else's. He was going to be joy to us every day for the rest of our lives.

We had visitors all day at the hospital to meet Little Johnny or JT (John the Third). Little Johnny's aunts and uncles were all so happy to meet him and hold him. Steve, Dan, Matt, and Boog all had a sense of pride and sentiment the first time they held their little nephew. Amy and Torrie were all smiles. Phil and Randy were both amazed at the little baby they held in their arms. John Sr. and Carol were proud and happy grandparents.

October 29 was a day that was going to be celebrated every year for the rest of our lives.