Claire and John had been married for two months. They were the happiest they'd ever been. They loved being married. They thought it was funny because on TV they hated each other now. They would shoot what they had to shoot for the show. Then go backstage and laugh about it. For the first time in two months they had some time off. They were at home. John went to the gym. Claire decided to try and cook dinner. When John walked through the door the house was full of smoke.
"Claire?" John said.
"Everything's ok." John went into the kitchen.
"What did you do?"
"Mommy burn dinner daddy." Desiree said.
"I wanted to try and make dinner." Claire said. "I've been reading cook books on the road." "I ruined it."
"It's ok." John said.
"I just wanted to make a nice dinner for you."
"Claire, you didn't have to do all this for me."
"I know." "I just thought it's our first time home since we got married, I thought it would be nice if I had dinner ready when you got home."
"I appreciate the gesture, it's sweet."
"I guess I'm just dumb when it comes to trying to cook."
"No you're not you'll get the hang of it some day."
"What are we gonna do about dinner?" "I'm starving, Desi's starving, I'm sure you're starving."
"Well then I guess we'll have to go out to dinner." "We'll get a pizza."
"Ok." "Come on Desi let's get ready to go."
The next morning Claire and John were asleep. Desiree came in the room climbed on the bed and laid down between Claire and John. Being a light sleeper the movement woke John up.
"Sorry daddy I not mean to wake you up." Desiree said.
"Desiree who let you out of your crib?"
"I do it."
"You climbed over the bars and jumped down?"
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"I waked up and not wanna wait." "I knewed you and mommy are still sleepy." "I gonna lay here till you up."
"Desiree don't do that anymore."
"Why?"
"You might get hurt."
"Are you mad daddy?"
"No."
"Good I not want you be mad." "I love you daddy."
"I love you to." He picked her up and sat her on his chest. "Listen, daddy isn't mad at you." "If you climb out of your crib you could get hurt." "If you got hurt it would make daddy sad." "So don't do it anymore."
"Ok."
"Hey, who's daddy's little sweetie?"
"I is."
"Who does daddy love more then anything in the world?"
"Me and mommy."
"That's right." "Come on I'll make breakfast."
"What about mommy?"
"Let's let mommy sleep for awhile."
"Ok."
A half hour later Claire came downstairs. She could smell food cooking. She went into the kitchen.
"Mommy you waked up." Desiree said.
"Morning Desi." Claire said going over and kissing her on the cheek. "What's daddy making?"
"Panbakes."
"Pancakes?"
"That what I said, Panbakes." Claire sat down at the table.
"Not just pancakes." John said. "There is also bacon, sausage and coffee." John got Desiree's first and put it on her hi-chair tray.
"Thank you daddy."
"You're welcome." He brought Claire hers. "Breakfast." He went back to the counter and picked up the coffee. "Coffee."
"Thank you honey." She said.
"You're welcome." They kissed. John got his and sat down at the table. "Claire guess what Desiree did this morning."
"What?"
"She climbed out of her crib."
"She did?"
"Yeah." "We already had a talk about it." "I told her she shouldn't do that because she could get hurt."
"We'll have to watch her." "Maybe it's time for her to get her first B-E-D." She said spelling out the word.
"Maybe."
A few nights later they were back on the road. They were driving to the arena. Desiree was already with Rosa. It was nighttime and snowing really hard. John was driving.
"I hate driving in the snow." John said.
"Me to."
"When we get back to the hotel after we put Desiree to bed." "Wanna sit in front of the fireplace and have a few drinks?"
"Sure." "Just drinks?"
"Why you wanna do more then that?"
"I was just wondering." "We could."
"Or we could just pull over right now and be a little late."
"John it's freezing."
"I'll keep you warm."
"Really?"
"Yeah." Suddenly they hit ice. John lost control of the car and went into a tree. His head hit the steering wheel. Claire's seat belt broke and she went through the windshield landing fifteen feet away from the car. She had a big gash on her head.
John woke up in the hospital. He knew it was morning because he could see sunlight coming through the windows. His left arm was in a cast. The doctor leaned over his bed.
"Hello Mr. Cena." She said. "You got banged up pretty good but you're gonna be fine." "You have a broken arm and a few broken ribs."
"What about my wife?" "Is she ok?"
"Her seat belt broke and she went through the windshield." "She's suffered a head injury that's caused her to slip into a coma."
"Oh god." "When will she wake up?"
"That's up to her and god."
"You mean she might not wake up?"
"I believe she will but it could take days, weeks, months even years."
"Years?"
"There is a positive side to this."
"Which is?"
"The baby is going to be just fine."
"Baby?" "What baby?"
"Maybe your wife doesn't know yet." "She's pregnant."
"She is?"
"Yes about six weeks."
"I wanna see her."
"No." "No." "Now you need your rest." "You can see her in a few days."
"Please I need to be with her." "Can you at least move me into the same room with her?"
"I'll see what I can do."
"Thank you."