A/N: You guys are going to murder me after reading this chapter. I'm going to go hide now.. =X

-Bree's POV-

I don't think I've ever been so busy in my entire life.

Being a face champion was difficult. Everyone seemed to want a piece of me right now, and I was so busy I couldn't even ride with Ashley, John and Randy anymore. I don't think John could either. I barely saw him at all today, and I'm supposed to be filming the first promo for our romance angle with him tonight on RAW. And I want to know if he's heard anything on his dad.

I was wearing jeans and a low cut black top, my belt propped on my shoulder proudly as Janice, a make-up artist, was touching up my face. I closed my eyes as felt the brush swipe across my eyelids a few times, and when I opened them, John was there.

He was wearing what he always wears on RAW, with his belt hanging from his hand.

He looked absolutely exhausted.

"Johnny." I said, instantly going over to him. "How's your dad?"

He took a moment to stare down at me, before nodding, "Stable."

"Good." I exhaled the breath I was holding, "Great. How are you? You look tired."

"I am." He shrugged, "But I'm alright. Are you ready?"

"Oh. Yeah." I nodded, almost forgetting about our promo.

John barely nodded, walking away from me without another glance.

"Bree? C'mon." Candice Michelle tugged on my arm, pulling me over with her.

I shoved my belt onto my shoulder higher, facing Candi and engaging in small talk with her as we waited to start.

"I can't believe you won. I'm so happy for you, Bree. Congratulations!" Candice smiled brightly, and I grinned right back, adding a small laugh into it.

The crowd got a little louder the second my face appeared on screen.

"Thank you. You know, I can't believe...." I stopped when Candice looked over my shoulder. "Wha-?"

Turning around slowly, my face aligned with Cena's belt, hanging over his shoulder.

The crowd was going absolutely mad.

"Oh..h-hey John.." I said softly, smiling lightly.

His eyes were dead, but he smiled so bright you'd never know he was sad.

"Bree." He grinned, "I feel like I'm the last one to say this to you, but congratulations on your win last night. You were amazing. Sorry I couldn't say it to you last night, uh we were both kind of busy, I guess.." He gestured to his own belt.

"Right." I smiled, "Well, thank you. And congrats on your win too. This is, like, the millionth championship match you've won, right?" I gently tapped on his belt as I said this.

He laughed lowly, shrugging. "Actually, I think it was my 999,999th match."

John took a moment and stared down at me as I blushed, looking away.

"Bree.." He paused, "Would you.." Pause again. "Do you want to.." Another pause.

I smiled, nodding immediately without him even asking his question.

"I'd love to."

"Do you have any idea what you just agreed to?" He asked, raising his eyebrows.

I shook my head. "No." I smiled slowly, seductively. "But if its with you, I'll do it."

His lips parted slightly, his eyebrows still raised.

I smiled as I turned to leave, "Call me."

The camera stayed on John's shocked/happy face as he "watched me walk away", but I was really only standing a few feet away. The camera stopped and so did John's façade.

"Did you hear that? The crowd loves you two." Candice smiled, and I forced one back as I watched John walk away without even looking in my direction.

I shrugged slightly, staring off after him. "Yeah. I guess they do."

-John's POV-
-One Week Later-

Its time for RAW again, which means its time for another promo with Bree. I haven't seen her, haven't even spoken to her since last week Monday. I've been so busy with signings, appearances, house shows and I went to visit my dad back home as well.

Oh, and I got engaged.

"What??!"

"I got engaged, Ash." I smiled.

"To who?! When? What??" She was confused and yelling, but I stayed calm, smiling.

"To Liz. Saturday." I shrugged, still smiling. I probably looked like a loony from smiling so much.

"Liz? LIZ? John!! What?!??" Ashley shook her head, her eyes wide.

"Liz?" Randy asked, frowning. "Man, I don't know about this."

"Who the hell is Liz, where can I find her, and what weapon should I use to kill her?" Haley demanded, glaring at me.

I sighed softly, I fully anticipated these reactions. "Guys, I turn 32 this year. Thirty-two. Liz is the only girl that's ever loved me, she's been with me through everything, and she was there for me now when my dad had a heart attack. I love her. I'm always gonna love her. Its time to settle down." I shrugged, eying them carefully.

"I'm gonna kill you." Haley said, softly. "How could you do this? What is the matter with you?"

"I just explained it, Ley." I said calmly, staring down at her.

"This is going to kill her." She whispered harshly, still glaring.

"Who?" I asked, but I knew exactly who.

"Who? Who do you think, idiot? Bree, that's who!" She snapped.

"She's okay. She has Adam." I shrugged slowly.

To be completely honest, I'm so numb I couldn't feel a damn thing for Bree right now even if I wanted to.

Ashley shook her head slowly, "I just lost all my respect for you, Cena."

She walked out immediately, Haley following suit, and I turned to Randy.

"Tell me you're happy for me." I ordered.

"John.." He shook his head, "I..I can't. I'm not. You're not happy."

"Yes, I am." I said sternly. "I am. I swear."

Randy studied me for a long moment, then nodded with a sigh. "If you're happy, I'm happy."

I exhaled, "Thank you."

He nodded slightly, turning to exit, but he turned back to me when he reached the door.

"Bree won't have the same reaction."

I've been preparing myself for Bree's reaction since I actually popped the question.

Maybe I should wait until after the wedding to tell her the news.