John Cena collapsed back on the bed with a low growl. He stared up at the ceiling fan as it turned and turned. A goofy grin spread across his handsome face.

"What?" Ava turned over onto her side and looked at him.

His vision blurred slightly as his eyes focused too intently on the spin of the blades. Finally John blinked and looked away before turning to look at his wife.

"That was incredible."

She blushed.

"John…"

He turned and pulled her giggling into his massive embrace.

"What? I can't praise my wife on a job well done?"

"Job well done?" she wrinkled her nose. "Did I just wash your car or have sex with you?"

He carefully smoothed a lock of hair behind her ear.

"I just had the most amazing sex with the most beautiful woman in the world and right now I am incredibly, blissfully happy," John got serious for a moment.

She stared into his blue eyes.

"Me too," she whispered. "But we should probably get out of bed."

"Why?"

Ava laughed out loud.

"Because we've been in here going at it like a pair of rabbits all day, that's why. I swear for the last few days, every time the baby goes down for a nap we're in bed like a couple of horny teenagers."

John glanced over at the clock.

"It's almost nine and Tristan has been asleep for about an hour which gives us another twenty, thirty minutes tops…what do you say?"

"I say you are out of your mind and very oversexed, Mr. Cena."

"Cut me a break," he smiled. "We're making up for lost time."

And making up for lost time they were. So much had changed in a week. In just seven short days, John and Ava Cena were officially back together, living as man and wife in every single way. Their first night back in bed after months of no physical intimacy had been met with unexpected news. Randy Orton had called and dropped a bombshell. Jacey Breedlove was dead by her own hand. And just like that, it was over. The closure they had all so desperately sought had been delivered in a method none of any of them ever would have thought of. As horrible as it sounded, just the thought of knowing that she was gone permanently and could never bother any of them again was actually a huge relief. But on the flip side it was yet another injustice. She had already gotten away with ruining so many lives and now her lies were about to catch up with her. Instead of owning up to her crimes and facing what she had done, she had been a coward and taken the easy way out. The news had affected John deeply and confused him greatly. Again, Ava had been his rock. She had held him as he stared blankly at the wall for hours trying to process it all. And she had helped him finally exhale and just let it all go. Jacey had taken enough away from them. It was time to simply move on.

"God, I missed you," she purred.

Their lips met but the passion brewing between them was quickly KO'd by the unmistakable cries of an infant trying to let his parents know that he was awake and wanting attention.

"Dammitt," John muttered. "Payback is a bitch and I swear when Tristan is 16 and trying to get laid, I am gonna get him back for all the times he interrupted us."

"Iiieeeww!" Ava smacked his arm. "First of all, our son will not be having sex with any fast ass little floosies at the age of 16…you won't even have to worry about cock blocking on that one cause Mama Cena here will take care of that."

John chuckled.

"Man, I love you."

"You too, now put some pants on. I'm gonna bring the baby in here," she gave him a quick kiss before bouncing out of bed and pulling on sleep shorts and a tee shirt.

John grinned. Life had never been so happy or so normal. He had his family back and the misfortune that had plagued them for nearly a year was finally over. John changed into workout pants before reclining back onto the bed. Minutes later his wife entered the room holding a cooing four and a half month old Tristan.

"What's up, Little Dude?" John took the smiling baby into his huge arms.

There was no greater joy than looking into the beautiful grey eyes of his little boy.

"Say hi Daddy," Ava rubbed their son's back.

The trio cuddled together in the middle of the bed when John's cell phone started to ring. He picked it up and frowned, staring at the caller ID. It was a number he did not recognize but the area code began with 203 which meant it was coming from Connecticut.

"Hello?" John answered.

"John?"

"Linda?"

"It is," came a pause from the other end of the line. "How are you?"

John looked over and shrugged at Ava. Answering his phone and hearing Linda McMahon's voice on the other end was certainly the last thing he had expected. It was a shock but he had known Linda for years and they had always shared a pleasant and respectful relationship. She was a wonderful woman.

"I'm good, Linda," he cleared his throat. "Everything is good. You?"

"Very well, thank you for asking."

Another awkward pause.

"Linda, forgive me…this is a bit of a surprise."

"I imagine it is and I thank you for speaking with me. I know it's late and you probably want to spend time with your family."

"Yeah…"

"And speaking of, how is everyone?"

"Great. Everyone is great, no complaints."

"That is wonderful to hear. And Ava and the little one?"

John looked over at his wife and son and couldn't help but smile.

"Couldn't be better. Ava and I are good and uh…Tristan, he is amazing. Being a father has been an incredible experience. We're very blessed."

"I'm sure he's absolutely beautiful and I would love to meet him and hopefully soon."

"What do you mean?"

Linda took a deep breath.

"John, the purpose of this phone call is not for meaningless chit chatter or two old friends catching up. No, it is much deeper than that, much more important…and it is long overdue."

"I'm listening."

"What you went through with Jacey Breedlove was a nightmare to say the least. You were falsely accused of a heinous crime and in the process you lost some of your life. Through legal vindication in the preliminary hearing and with Ms. Banks coming forward, you have been able to reclaim a lot of what was lost. And now with the unfortunate news of Jacey's suicide…well, let's just say as sad and difficult as this has all been, we can now breathe a sigh of relief that it's over and we can move on."

"That's what I've been trying to do, Linda."

"As you should. You and Ava have so much to heal from as you were the ones hurt the most. I can't take that away but perhaps I can begin to right a few wrongs, the biggest one of all being the loss of your career. Now John, you were one of our most popular Superstars ever and certainly one of the most loyal, dedicated, and successful employees we have ever had the pleasure of working with. You brought a lot to our company and we repaid your service with disloyalty."

"You guys did what you had to do. That whole mess with Jacey was bigger than all of us, bigger than the WWE itself. Me being associated with the brand could have really hurt you. Business is business and I get that."

"I am grateful for your understanding but I feel like we made a mistake. I felt that way all along. Through thick and thin you always stood up for the WWE but I am afraid we fell short when it was our turn. For that I feel you are owed an apology so I'm offering one on behalf of Vince, our family, the Board of Directors and the entire World Wrestlng Entertainment entity. It is our sincere hope that you accept it."

John swallowed hard.

"That, that means a lot and I appreciate it. Apology accepted. No hard feelings."

"Thank you very much. That leads to the other reason why I called. Monday Night RAW is not the same without you. Neither is the locker room or the pay per views or the house shows…none of it. You are just as much a part of us as we are of you. Your absence has left a lingering hole within the WWE family. With apologies on the table and the scandal in the past, I would like to offer you your job back, John."

"Linda…"

"I know this is probably another huge shock and therefore a lot to take in. This is not a decision I expect you to make lightly. I'm sure you have a lot to consider and even more to discuss with your wife. I do not expect an answer right away. I would just like you to know that we are interested and that the offer for negotiations are on the table when you are ready."

He took a deep breath. He was at a literal loss for words.

"Um, thank you very much for the call. I will be in touch."

He exchanged a farewell greeting before hanging up. He sat silence for a few moments just bouncing the baby on his knee before Ava finally spoke up.

"Okay, I'm gonna go out on a limb here and dare to ask what the hell all that was about."

John shook his head.

"That was Linda McMahon. She um…she called to apologize about everything that happened with all the Jacey crap. She sounded sincere and you and I have talked about this before, babe. I didn't like the way things went down but I understood it. As much as it sucked, as much as it hurt, the WWE did what it had to do to protect itself. I came to terms with that a long time ago but uh…now that everything is over…"

"Now that everything is over, they basically came crawling back. Let me guess, they asked you to come back to work."

"Well…yeah."

"I can't say I'm surprised. Are you?"

He shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't know, kind of, I guess. I mean, I thought about it, I wanted it, I just didn't believe it would actually happen, you know? So much went down, so much has changed and it has been so long."

"What are you going to do?"

John looked down at his little one cradled so safely in his arms with his little fist in his mouth.

"I don't know. I'm not gonna lie, Ava. I miss it. I miss it a lot. It was such a big part of my life, probably for so long the biggest but now…there's something bigger, something more important. When this whole mess happened, I felt so alone. When something like this goes down you find out real quick who has your back, who is gonna be there no matter what. The WWE turned their back on me and my family didn't. Things are different now. You and I just got back on track and now we have Tristan and…"

"Your heart is conflicted," she said softly.

"Ava…"

"What they did to you, what Jacey did, Tristan's birth, our relationship…none of that negates how much you love wrestling, how much it is a part of you."

"But…"

"And that's okay, honey. You need to own that and admitting that doesn't mean you're letting anyone off the hook for wronging you and it certainly doesn't mean that you love Tristan and me any less. It's okay."

"Do you think I can just go back? Do you think it will be like it used to be?"

"Nothing will ever be the same, John. We're all changed by what happened. But if you're asking me if I think you can be a family man and have the career that you love at the same time, then my answer is yes. And I think you can come to the terms with your past and your present and what the future holds."

He looked away, a small smile creeping to his lips.

"I do miss it," he said quietly.

"I know you do."

"I'm not saying yes. I can't just say yes right away. I have a lot to think about."

"I don't blame you. Take your time, figure out what you want, put it all into perspective, you and I will talk about it, then you call Vince and Linda back and tell them how it's going to be. Whatever you want, whatever you say, I'll stand behind you. Whatever happens, happens but we'll work it out, get through it together."

She gave him a smile like everything was going to be okay and for the first time he felt that way too. It was a dream come true. Looking at his beautiful wife, looking at their beautiful son, suddenly everything had come full circle. There was little time to focus on the past filled with regret, mistakes, and wrongdoings. The future looked way too bright.