It had been a long night and John and Ava Cena were beyond exhausted. Still flying high with relief after Dalton Banks' public confession and the subsequent charges that had been leveled against Jacey Breedlove, the couple had had little time to rejoice. The new twist in the story had renewed public interest and once again the relentless media had been hounding anyone with the last name Cena in order to get a comment about the latest developments. Expecting the onslaught this time, the couple at the center of the drama had been prepared. John had immediately released a statement through his attorney and he and his wife had agreed to give an exclusive tell all interview regarding their experiences and thoughts on the situation. They were betting on the fact that if they were forthcoming, the press would eventually back off and give them their privacy until the next big juicy story came along.
Just days after Dalton's statement, little Tristan had fallen ill. He had been unusually cranky and fussy and after he had suddenly developed a high grade fever, the worried new parents had rushed him to the pediatrician. The culprit turned out to be an inner ear infection. The medical staff had thoroughly checked out the baby for any other issues and he had been fine. They had managed to break his fever before sending him home with antibiotic drops. The treatment had slowly started to work but John and Ava hated to see their son in so much pain. The two had taken to caring for him in shifts, administering the medicine and trying to provide comfort. It had been a tedious and tiresome 48 hours.
"How is he?" John asked when Ava returned to him in the kitchen.
She sighed.
"Better. Poor little guy. He finally stopped crying long enough to fall asleep."
"I feel bad for him. Ear aches suck. I just hope it hurries up and gets better."
Ava agreed as she put on a kettle of hot water to make some tea.
"Have you heard from the people from Vanity Fair magazine yet?"
John nodded.
"Yeah. They are basically setting up everything to come out in a few weeks. They want to hurry up and get everything done so that it will hit the next issue."
"You were more comfortable with them over Rolling Stone?"
It was a chance to tell his, their, side of the story to the world without rebuttal. It was very important to choose the right people and the appropriate forum.
"Both are very respected publications but I really liked talking to Ann, the lady that will actually be doing the interviewing."
"Good. Whatever you want, John."
He looked up at her.
"It's about what you want too, Ava. We're in on this one together. These people will be coming into our home, asking a lot of personal questions about a lot of painful and private things, taking pictures of us and of Tristan. Are you sure you're okay with that? I want you to be comfortable."
"I think it's necessary to do this. People are curious. I know how important it is for you to rebuild your image. You know I support you on this one."
"Ann and I agreed to make this interview no holds barred, meaning no question is off limits. Christina wasn't exactly thrilled about that but it's what I want. I have to be completely honest…with the public and myself. Is that alright with you?"
"This won't be easy and that's why I respect you that much more for doing this. It's going to be okay, John."
She finished making the tea and poured the steaming fluid into a mug. John watched her with tired but adoring eyes.
"You're an amazing woman, you know that? I think that is what I am most proud of when it comes to doing this inteview. I just want the world to know what a beautiful, loyal, kind, incredible wife I have."
"John…"
"I mean it. You have been with me through thick and thin. I took you to hell and back with this one and you never left my side…even when there were times you probably should have. I will never forget that, Ava. And I love you very much for it. I am so thankful this nightmare is finally over and that we can breathe again. We have so much to look forward to with the future with Tristan…and hopefully each other."
Ava finished her tea. She knew what he was getting at. It always came back to the same conversation. He was still very much in love with her and missed that intimate connection that had been lost between husband and wife. He had messed up big time and had been man enough to cop to that. He had spent months trying to right wrongs and make amends. His wife had forgiven him but she was still hurt and her heart was fragile. They both knew it would take time and more patience than either thought they had to get back to that sacred place they used to be.
"I'm gonna go to bed," she stood, carefully placing the mug in the kitchen sink.
"Okay," John nodded.
She walked a few steps out of the kitchen before nervously exhaling and stopping to turn to him.
"You coming?" she asked quietly.
It took a few delayed seconds to actually process her question and realize just what she was asking. John couldn't believe it. He had hoped for that moment, waited, prayed for it for so long and now it was finally happening. Ava had finally decided to allow him back into her bed and back into her heart.
"Ava…" he stood and whispered, slowly making his way over to her.
"I love you, John," her eyes met his.
His breathing was slow and deep, his eyes filled with tears as he grabbed her hand in his.
"Are you sure?"
She answered by placing a kiss on his lips. John moaned out loud. It felt so good to touch her again, taste her again. And when she responded by gently snaking her tongue inside his mouth, he picked her up and carried her upstairs to the master bedroom where he laid her down on the bed. He kneeled over her, just studying her for a minute. They knew each other like a book and at that very second, he knew exactly what she was thinking. She was nervous as evident by the way she bit her top lip. She was probably feeling insecure about her post baby body and the fact that she was dressed casually in workout leggings and a tee shirt. But lying there with her gorgeous brown curls fanned across the pillow and no makeup on, to John Cena she was still the most beautiful woman in the world. Thanks to breastfeeding and working out in their home gym, she had lost almost all of the pregnancy weight. The few extra pounds that remained were sexy in his eyes. He loved her new body. In fact, he loved everything about her. He loved her.
Leaning over, he kissed her lips and she kissed back, awkwardly, nervously at first. It didn't take long for them to find their rhythm again. Before they knew it, they were kissing passionately, their tongues engaged in a tangled and sexy slow dance. Ava shuddered as she felt the familiar large hands fondle her breasts through the cotton material of her shirt. John knew it was important to savor the moment and take his time but a part of him wanted her right then, right there. He couldn't stop kissing her. His appettite for her was insatiable and he couldn't get enough. And when he began rubbing her through the thin material between her legs, Ava thought she might lose it right there.
He removed her shirt and bra, smiling appreciatively to let her know she still turned him on. John lowered his mouth over her nipples, letting his tongue slowly encircle the sensitive flesh. She melted at his touch, grabbing his neck and moaning in his ear. John took his time with each breast before making his way down kissing her stomach, and nipping at the exposed skin of her hips. He continued teasing her, relishing in the fact that she was squirming with pleasure and anticipation. He used his teeth to pull her pants off, finally just leaving her in a simple pair of black panties.
Her breath was coming in radical spurts. It had been a long time and she was nervous…and not just about the sex. But looking into her husband's eyes, she saw the old John, the John she had fallen in love with. Those blue eyes were loving and trusting. They were safe and familiar. She knew he was the man she was supposed to spend the rest of her life with. He was the father of her child. He was her best friend. He was her protector and provider. And she knew he would never hurt her or let her down again.
He stroked her again and smiled. The seat of her underwear was soaked and when he removed them it revealed that she was more than ready for him. John massaged and kissed her inner thighs before finally returning home, letting his mouth explore her most sensitive areas. The smell and taste of her was intoxicating and he hadn't realized how much he missed it. He buried his tongue deep inside her, licking, fencing and rubbing her to orgasm after orgasm. It had been too long for both of them. After lapping up her sweet juices, he removed his own shirt and began to pull down his basketball shorts. His wife, spent from sexual ecstasy, began to help him tug them off as well. His cock, beautiful, stiff and swollen sprang from the confining material. It took everything John had not to let loose right then and there under the feel of her gentle stroking and sucking. When he couldn't take it anymore, he gently pushed her down and climbed on top. Their eyes met again and they smiled as they shared another passionate kiss. And then he was inside her.
Ava's nails raked against the tanned skin of his back. How she had missed that feeling of complete fullness that only he could bring to her. Her body accepted him readily, clenching around him like a warm blanket. Both gasped at the immensity of the pleasure. John slowly began to move in and out of her, taking his time, kissing her lips, face, and neck while whispering sweet nothings in her ear. He wrapped her left leg around his chiseled waist, pumping in and out of her as she whimpered and writhed underneath him. They made love for a long time and when the time was finally right and he knew she had been satisfied multiple times, he released his hot seed deep inside her walls. It was like nothing he'd ever felt before. When he had been milked dry and had nothing left, he remained inside her, holding her close as he buried his head in the pillow.
"John," she finally spoke.
He looked at her, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear, as he nuzzled her soft cheek.
"Are you okay?" he asked with concern.
She smiled.
"Never been better."
"No regrets?"
Ava stared at him with an intensity that was almost scary.
"No regrets."
He held her even closer and they enjoyed the afterglow, cuddling in the mass of tangled sheets. Just as they had almost drifted off to sleep, the ringing of John's cell phone startled them both awake.
"Whoever it is can wait," he gave a throaty chuckle.
Apparently they couldn't. The phone rang all the way to voicemail and when no one picked up, they kept calling back.
"I think it might be important, babe," she frowned.
John reached for the phone. It was Randy.
"Hey man, now is really not a good time, if you know what I mean," he tried to joke when he answered.
"Have you heard?" Randy ignored him.
John noted the serious tone in his friend's voice.
"Heard what?"
Randy paused before breaking the news that would leave John speechless and reeling.
"Jacey Breedlove just committed suicide."
