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Song Credits: -Circle The Drain by Katy Perry and Somebody's Somebody by Christina Aguilera

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-You give a hundred reasons why, and you say you're really gonna try.. If I had a nickel for every time, I'd own the bank-

The clock of the hospital waiting room seemed to tick slower and slower the more John watched it. Ashley had been in labor almost seven hours and John's anxiety was increasing by the second. Just hours prior to the phone call he received from an excited Linda McMahon, John had once again been humiliated in Dallas, Texas once again by the Miz. Needless to say, he was not in the happiest of moods after a three and a half hour red eye to Connecticut.

"I was just like you when my wife went into labor."

John paused and looked to the eldest of the McMahon offspring. Shane smiled at John's restless mood.

"Oh, really?" John said softly. Shane nodded.

"It was the same as this situation; she only wanted her mother in the delivery room; just like Ashley."

"At least you were certain the kid was yours.." John muttered under his breath.

"Sorry?" Shane raised a brow as he attempted to decipher John's murmurs.

"Nothing," John replied.

As much as Ashley tried to reason with John that this child was his, he didn't buy it. Whenever they had sex, which was rare in the past year, they had always used protection. Ashley swears up and down that the condom broke one night, but John was still apprehensive. He would not believe it until he saw the child with his own eyes. He reasoned with himself that he would know his own child at first sight; he was sure of it.

As the sun began to rise, John flicked through the messages on his phone; giving updates to many of the Divas as well as his own family. Hours continued to drag on as daybreak turned into late morning. Ashley's labor hadn't progressed much although it had been almost 10 hours since her contractions began; John was absolutely exhausted.

"Wow, you look terrible.."

John's eyes shot open in the middle of a much needed nap. When he realized he wasn't dreaming, he chuckled.

"That better be a large coffee for me in your hand," John sat up.

"With a hazelnut creamer," Laleia smiled and leaned down to him, "but of course."

"What in God's name are you doing here, besides being my savior?" John laughed and sipped the coffee she presented him with.

"Your father called me," Laleia sat down, "he was worried about you."

"You drove three and a half hours because my father asked you to?" John raised a brow.

"Well, not entirely," Laleia grinned.

John leaned back in his chair and took another sip of his coffee. What other reason would she be in Stamford other than to see him? His eyes widened as it hit him.

"No way," John murmured. His heart rate spiked at the thought of being able to see Laleia every other day. After the conversation with his father over a month ago, he embraced the fact that he was in love with Laleia. The hard part was, he saw how happy she was with Randy, and it killed him to think of her sad again due to his interference. Still, he knew he couldn't stay away for long.

Laleia grinned more, "ironically, my replacement is gone on maternity leave so Stephanie has offered me the position."

"Ley, that's fantastic," John grinned as much as his energy could muster, "congratulations."

"Thanks, Meathead," Laleia replied, happily. John could see her eyes dance with excitement; he knew how much she missed her job and it made him happy to see her so elated.

John yawned and rubbed his face, "Fuck, this is taking forever."

"Well Jesus, John," Laleia shook her head, "giving birth isn't a goddamn cake walk yanno?"

Laleia kept John occupied for the next two hours. John soon fell asleep as the afternoon began. Stroking the back of his neck, Laleia allowed John to sleep against the nape of her neck as she flipped through a magazine.

The emergency room door creaked open as an exhausted-looking Linda McMahon slipped through them, smiling softly. As she went to speak Laleia raised a finger to her lips then pointed at John's sleeping figure. Linda nodded as her grin grew.

"It's a girl!" Linda whispered excitedly, "a healthy baby girl!"

Laleia's hand fell from her mouth as her heart fell into her stomach. Slowly, she moved out of her seat and walked quickly passed a confused Linda McMahon as her eyes welled with tears.

John jolted awake as the only thing holding his head up was all of a sudden ripped from underneath him. He looked up to Linda for answers.

"I don't know what happened," Linda said solemnly, "I just told her Ashley had a healthy baby girl, and she just left.."

John's eyes widened as he stood up.

"It's.. a girl?" John stammered. Cursing under his breath, he made his way past Linda and out the front doors. His throat tightened as he saw Laleia, holding herself crying on the stairs leading out of the hospital.

"Oh, Bambi.."

John crouched down with her. Wrapping his arms around her, silent tears fell from her eyes.

"A girl," Laleia murmured listlessly, "a healthy girl."

"I know," John's voice cracked as he kissed her head. Sighing, Laleia sniffed softly and pulled back slightly looking down.

"I knew it was a possibility," Laleia fidgeted with her half-heart necklace, "just wasn't prepared for my body's reaction."

"Memories flooding back," John murmured into her hair. John dug around in his shirt and pulled out his dog tags. Flipping one of the plates over, he ran his thumb over the small, half-heart charm embossed in the cool metal; his stomach turned as memories he'd long repressed came back one by one.

-Flashback-

"Okay, now.. place the bed into the curved wires on the frame. Snap the four safety straps on the bottom of the bassinet around the poles on the frame..."

John furrowed his brow as Laleia read the instructions for their newly bought bassinet. Laleia giggled as John grinned triumphantly as he finished.

"Done!" John grinned.

"Bassinet of champions," Laleia laughed. John shook his head and rubbed her enormous stomach.

"It may not be the fanciest, but it's safe."

In the spring of 1997, John and Laleia's messing around resulted in an unplanned blessing. The one instance they allowed passion to outweigh protection was the moment they realized how fast things could change. Over the next 9 months, the closeness they had previously shared was blown away compared to the intimacy they now shared. Unless John was working or in school, he was by Laleia's side. Laleia's plans to attend school in the fall were dashed as word of her pregnancy, as well as the circumstances, spread like wildfire; John had just turned 20 and Laleia was only 16.

"I think this baby will have the best nursery, ever," Laleia smiled and kissed John's head.

John smiled, "And the best parents ever."

Laleia was now past her due date and extremely tired of the extra weight she was carrying. John, however, loved Laleia pregnant. Laleia could not count the times she had woken up from a nap to John either singing, rapping, or simply talking to her belly.

"C'mon Ri-Ri, give daddy a kick."

"I think Miss Rhiannon Alyssa Cena is tired because she hasn't kicked all day," Laleia mused. John leaned up and pecked her lips.

"Everyone's gotta sleep sometime," John kissed her belly, "especially growing babies."

Laleia loved the attention John gave her. In all honesty, she was so in love with John that she caught herself picturing their wedding day. She knew he loved her as well, but the lingering fear that once the baby was born he would seek bigger and better things always creeped into her mind.

"Did you just knock over my water bottle?" John murmured against her stomach.

"It's.. by the door."

Laleia's eyes widened and looked down. Gasping, she realized her water had just broken.

"Holy fuck, it's time, John," Laleia's breathing sped up.

"Holy fuck!" John tripped over his own feet as he leaped up to grab her bag they'd packed for the hospital weeks ago.

Hours later, John held back tears as he held Laleia's hand. Her piercing cries reverberating off the walls into his chest; his heart hurting more and more by the second. He prayed to God that it would be all over soon.

"Push, Laleia!" The nurse encouraged. Minutes later, Laleia gave one last push and it was over. The rest was a blur for John; a blur of nurses yelling, doctors making decisions, and machines beeping. As he was pushed out of the room, there was one thing he expected to hear that never happened: his baby girl's first cries.

Tears erupted from John's eyes as the doctor explained the real reason Rhiannon had not moved all day: Stillbirth. John fell to his knees, sobs uncontrollably bursting from the deepest parts of his soul. He never knew he could feel such sorrow. Just as his father attempted to calm him down, John rushed past the doctors into the room where Laleia was.

Any piece of his heart that was intact after the tragic news was shattered at the sight of his best friend. Laleia was staring blankly at a nearby window. Tears rolled silently down her face as John crouched beside her. Taking a hand of hers, he brought it to his lips.

"It's not your fault."

A heart breaking series of sobs forced their way out of Laleia's mouth. As John held her, he paid no attention to anyone but her; he knew one thing for sure.

It was a moment that would change their lives forever.

-End Flashback-

-I want two arms to hold me close, I want the thing I need the most.. somebody needing me-

John and Laleia put the pieces of the tiny heart back together; both of them were now in tears.

"Do you think we would have made good parents?" Laleia whispered.

John kissed her head, her cheek, and then her nose; saying the only words he could think of.

"The very best."

If you guys are confused as to where this shocking revelation comes from, please refer to Chapter 1, the A/N at the end Chapter 34 and the summary.

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