Author's Note: I haven't written a fic in the longest time ever! This doesn't fit in with the WWE storylines as much as some fics. It's pretty much in its own little world. I do not own any of the WWE or its wrestlers but, Jeremiah Valance, Dakota and the rest of the Bianchini family are fictional characters coming from my mind. Enjoy!
"Isabella...Wake up sweetie." Dakota Bianchini said as she shook her daughter a bit. Isabella's eyes opened, showing her beautiful brown irises. Dakota smiled, looking down at her daughter.
"Mommy...Can I sleep more?" Isabella asked, pouting a bit. Dakota shook her head, her long dark brown hair flowing from side to side as she did it.
"I'm sorry, Isabella. And I said we were going to the Trevi Fountain today. Remember? We'll throw coins in, make wishes and then go for some gelato. Do you still want to sleep more?" Isabella shook her head and smiled. Dakota smiled back as she watched her daughter leap out of her bed and headed to the bathroom to get ready. Dakota followed, thinking in her head that her life was complete. She had everything. Except for one thing. But, today she was going to wish for it.
Later that afternoon, John Cena was looking out at the Trevi Fountain, thinking about making a wish. He didn't have a show that day because the card hadn't scheduled him for anything. So, he was exploring the eternal city. John, dressed in a pair of dark blue baggy jean shorts and a white wifebeater walked over to the fountain, his hand in his pocket. He fished around for a coin as on the other side, Dakota had just put Isabella down. Dakota was wearing a light blue jean skirt that stopped at about three inches above her knee and a light pink tank top. Isabella was in a yellow sundress. She handed her daughter a coin and grabbed one for herself. At about the same time, John Cena had found a small silver coin and turned his back to the fountain. Isabella and Dakota turned around. Isabella tossed her coin into the fountain, closing her eyes and making a wish. Dakota first watched her daughter, who seemed so happy, wishing for whatever she wanted. Dakota then tossed her coin in, the same time that John Cena had tossed his in. They both landed in the water at the same time, with the same wish: To Find Someone To Share Their Lives With.
After wishing, Dakota opened her eyes and found little Isabella looking at her, her eyes wide. "What did you wish for, Mommy?" She asked, ever so innocently. Dakota grinned. "Now, if I told you then it wouldn't come true, would it?" Isabella laughed and took her mother's hand. The two of them walked and talked. That all came to a halt when Dakota had bumped into someone, almost injuring Isabella. Dakota looked up, her eyes meeting with a man by the name of John Cena.
"I'm so sorry. Is the little girl hurt?" He asked. Dakota looked down at Isabella, who gave her a thumbs up.
"She's fine. Isabella, you're not hurt right?" Dakota asked.
"I'm alright. Mommy, can we go get gelato now?" She asked, a bit impatient.
"Okay. We've got to go now. It was nice meeting you...uhh...what's your name?"
"Oh, I'm sorry. My name is John Cena." He extended his hand, looking at her. She took it, her soft hand in touch with his. He felt warm inside as she smiled.
"I'm Dakota Bianchini. Well, I guess I'll see you around. Ciao!" Dakota told him, as her and Isabella rushed off to the gelato shop. He watched as she walked off, holding Isabella's hand. John Cena had seemed to be mesmerized by her beauty, as the people milled around him, covering his view of Dakota.
Inside the gelato shop, Isabella was choosing a flavour when the door opened and the wind chimes rang. Dakota directed her attention to the door, seeing a tanned, tall and tragic man walk in. It was Jeremiah Valance, Isabella's father. It was a good thing that Isabella didn't know who her father was or she would've ran towards him. He walked in, dressed in a form-fitting black shirt and a pair of blue jeans. His green eyes scanned around the room as Dakota quickly turned around. It was too late. Jeremiah had noticed the dark brown hair. He approached her as the two got their ice cream. "Dakota Bianchini?" He asked. Isabella looked at him. Dakota looked at him and then at Isabella.
"Isabella, honey...can you go sit over there? Take Mommy's purse too." Dakota told her, handing over her purse. Isabella nodded and went over to an empty table. "Jeremiah."
"Isabella's beautiful." He said. Dakota crossed her arms infront of her chest, placing her weight on her back foot.
"She's yours." She said in a stern tone. Jeremiah nodded.
"I know. Does she know?" Dakota shook her head.
"Why would I tell her? She doesn't deserve to hear such crap! By the way, how's...what's her name...Arianna?" She asked.
"Arianna? We broke up a year after that. I'm single now. How about you?"
"So am I. Do you have any other kids that don't know who their father is?"
Jeremiah's green eyes fell to the ground. "That was cold." He said to her.
"Colder than the gelato here? Because you deserve it, Jeremiah. I thought you loved me. But, I guess it was all a lie. And after I got pregnant, you left me. You threw me out of your life. I got thrown out of school and I almost got thrown out of my family! How do you think that feels? Oh, you have no idea!" She shouted, causing the whole shop to stop and stare. Jeremiah looked around, his face as red as a tomato. "YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW IT FEELS, JEREMIAH! I carried Isabella around for nine months. I had no husband to help me. I was alone. I got shunned from everything. I love my daughter with all my heart. I know every little thing about her. The only thing that you know about her is that her name is Isabella." With that said, Isabella got up from her chair.
"Daddy?" She asked, her voice quivering. Jeremiah was silent. Dakota turned to her daughter, her eyes watering.
"Yes! Isabella, that is your Daddy. Your Daddy who knows nothing about you." She turned back to Jeremiah. "You hurt me, Jeremiah Valance. When you left me, you were the big guy on campus. I was the big boutana (slut) on campus! I'm going to leave now before I kill you!" She then turned, tears leaving her eyes as she took Isabella by the hand and walked out of the gelato shop.
"Isabella...Wake up sweetie." Dakota Bianchini said as she shook her daughter a bit. Isabella's eyes opened, showing her beautiful brown irises. Dakota smiled, looking down at her daughter.
"Mommy...Can I sleep more?" Isabella asked, pouting a bit. Dakota shook her head, her long dark brown hair flowing from side to side as she did it.
"I'm sorry, Isabella. And I said we were going to the Trevi Fountain today. Remember? We'll throw coins in, make wishes and then go for some gelato. Do you still want to sleep more?" Isabella shook her head and smiled. Dakota smiled back as she watched her daughter leap out of her bed and headed to the bathroom to get ready. Dakota followed, thinking in her head that her life was complete. She had everything. Except for one thing. But, today she was going to wish for it.
Later that afternoon, John Cena was looking out at the Trevi Fountain, thinking about making a wish. He didn't have a show that day because the card hadn't scheduled him for anything. So, he was exploring the eternal city. John, dressed in a pair of dark blue baggy jean shorts and a white wifebeater walked over to the fountain, his hand in his pocket. He fished around for a coin as on the other side, Dakota had just put Isabella down. Dakota was wearing a light blue jean skirt that stopped at about three inches above her knee and a light pink tank top. Isabella was in a yellow sundress. She handed her daughter a coin and grabbed one for herself. At about the same time, John Cena had found a small silver coin and turned his back to the fountain. Isabella and Dakota turned around. Isabella tossed her coin into the fountain, closing her eyes and making a wish. Dakota first watched her daughter, who seemed so happy, wishing for whatever she wanted. Dakota then tossed her coin in, the same time that John Cena had tossed his in. They both landed in the water at the same time, with the same wish: To Find Someone To Share Their Lives With.
After wishing, Dakota opened her eyes and found little Isabella looking at her, her eyes wide. "What did you wish for, Mommy?" She asked, ever so innocently. Dakota grinned. "Now, if I told you then it wouldn't come true, would it?" Isabella laughed and took her mother's hand. The two of them walked and talked. That all came to a halt when Dakota had bumped into someone, almost injuring Isabella. Dakota looked up, her eyes meeting with a man by the name of John Cena.
"I'm so sorry. Is the little girl hurt?" He asked. Dakota looked down at Isabella, who gave her a thumbs up.
"She's fine. Isabella, you're not hurt right?" Dakota asked.
"I'm alright. Mommy, can we go get gelato now?" She asked, a bit impatient.
"Okay. We've got to go now. It was nice meeting you...uhh...what's your name?"
"Oh, I'm sorry. My name is John Cena." He extended his hand, looking at her. She took it, her soft hand in touch with his. He felt warm inside as she smiled.
"I'm Dakota Bianchini. Well, I guess I'll see you around. Ciao!" Dakota told him, as her and Isabella rushed off to the gelato shop. He watched as she walked off, holding Isabella's hand. John Cena had seemed to be mesmerized by her beauty, as the people milled around him, covering his view of Dakota.
Inside the gelato shop, Isabella was choosing a flavour when the door opened and the wind chimes rang. Dakota directed her attention to the door, seeing a tanned, tall and tragic man walk in. It was Jeremiah Valance, Isabella's father. It was a good thing that Isabella didn't know who her father was or she would've ran towards him. He walked in, dressed in a form-fitting black shirt and a pair of blue jeans. His green eyes scanned around the room as Dakota quickly turned around. It was too late. Jeremiah had noticed the dark brown hair. He approached her as the two got their ice cream. "Dakota Bianchini?" He asked. Isabella looked at him. Dakota looked at him and then at Isabella.
"Isabella, honey...can you go sit over there? Take Mommy's purse too." Dakota told her, handing over her purse. Isabella nodded and went over to an empty table. "Jeremiah."
"Isabella's beautiful." He said. Dakota crossed her arms infront of her chest, placing her weight on her back foot.
"She's yours." She said in a stern tone. Jeremiah nodded.
"I know. Does she know?" Dakota shook her head.
"Why would I tell her? She doesn't deserve to hear such crap! By the way, how's...what's her name...Arianna?" She asked.
"Arianna? We broke up a year after that. I'm single now. How about you?"
"So am I. Do you have any other kids that don't know who their father is?"
Jeremiah's green eyes fell to the ground. "That was cold." He said to her.
"Colder than the gelato here? Because you deserve it, Jeremiah. I thought you loved me. But, I guess it was all a lie. And after I got pregnant, you left me. You threw me out of your life. I got thrown out of school and I almost got thrown out of my family! How do you think that feels? Oh, you have no idea!" She shouted, causing the whole shop to stop and stare. Jeremiah looked around, his face as red as a tomato. "YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW IT FEELS, JEREMIAH! I carried Isabella around for nine months. I had no husband to help me. I was alone. I got shunned from everything. I love my daughter with all my heart. I know every little thing about her. The only thing that you know about her is that her name is Isabella." With that said, Isabella got up from her chair.
"Daddy?" She asked, her voice quivering. Jeremiah was silent. Dakota turned to her daughter, her eyes watering.
"Yes! Isabella, that is your Daddy. Your Daddy who knows nothing about you." She turned back to Jeremiah. "You hurt me, Jeremiah Valance. When you left me, you were the big guy on campus. I was the big boutana (slut) on campus! I'm going to leave now before I kill you!" She then turned, tears leaving her eyes as she took Isabella by the hand and walked out of the gelato shop.