Disclaimer: I do not lay claim to any of the WWE superstars that are used in the story. This story is for entertainment purposes only, and any events that are similar to the superstars lives outside of the ring is complete coincidence.

Summary: Sequel to Falling Apart. Trish and John are about to be married, with baby making a perfect three. Their lives seem complete, but what happens when a mystery woman from John's past makes her presence known, throwing the future of our happy couple up in the air?

Characters: Trish Stratus and John Cena reprise their roles in the ongoing saga, as well as Joanie Lauer, Jeff Hardy and countless others making appearances to round out the story.

A/N: I am glad to see there is still an interest in this story, I was kind of hoping I hadn't lost anyone due to the fact that I didn't clear up the accident in the last story, and well who doesn't like having pure hell raised in a romance? Thanks for the review, Trish Rocks and yes Kurt will make a comeback real soon.

She lay so still in his arms he had no idea what had come over her. He knew Samantha was still standing off to his right, and that she had dragged a little boy into her problems with him, but he wasn't in the least concerned with her and only with what had happened with his wife to be.

"Trish baby, please wake up! Come on honey, come back to me."

She could hear his voice, but it seemed like there was a huge amount of distance between them. She wanted to answer him, and in her head she had, but she obviously hadn't said anything out loud. This was going to take longer then she thought then.

"Jesus Samantha, can you at least run to one of the other locker rooms and get someone to get help out here? Or is standing around a talent of yours?"

He hadn't meant to sound bitter but what the hell could she be doing here now? It had been over 3 years since they had split up, and he had gone to make himself something in the WWE. The pain of the words that she spilled out that night he left made him fill over with pain and anger like it had happened yesterday.

"Sorry, come on Noah, lets go and get someone to help this poor woman."

They made their way down the hall as quickly as they could, or as she could with the kid in tow. What the hell was she thinking coming here after all these years, and bringing one of her many babysitting jobs? He would have all of those answers and more as soon as he took care of Trish.

Within seconds, he felt her slowly move her head and his heart breathed a sigh of relief. If there was anything he didn't want in this world, it was to lose Trish again. He had come too close before, and with the way things were going now, the wedding only weeks away, he would be damned if someone tried to do it again.

A few hours later she lay in the hospital bed, a bandage around the bruised areas on her forehead, looking more like a mummy then a pregnant WWE Diva. Her friends had all come around her again, to make sure she knew she wasn't alone. But everyone seemed to have the same questions she did.

Who was that woman, and what was her old tie to John. Was she a groupie and three years ago he had slept with her, no strings and now she wanted to take him to the cleaners? Or were they in love, and he broke her heart and left her pregnant and alone?

Trish had to admit that her heart was leaning towards number one. She would never want to believe that John would do that to someone, but after their past with Torrie, her head wanted to believe he was a liar.

"Trish what happened? John wouldn't tell us anything, only that they had to get you here for risk of losing the baby and a concussion. What caused you to faint?" Joanie asked, coming up the bedside and clasping her friends hand in hers. There was something going on here, and she was no doubt not going to like it.

"I went to meet John like you told me too, when this woman came out of nowhere."

"And she hit you?"

"No, not exactly. Well she didn't lay a finger on me if that's what you mean but what she told me sure knocked me out, and I fainted and knocked myself out for a few minutes."

"Who was she and what was she doing around John's locker room?"

"She was bringing John's son to see his father."

Joanie almost fainted herself from the shock that the statement brought. There was just no way all of this was happening as they were so close to being married. Surely the pain had to behind them. She was reminded of her situation with Paul, and she quickly shook her head and got back to what her friend was saying.

"John is a father?"

"Yeah and trust me, it shocked me too. Well hell I don't know if she is even telling the truth and I haven't had a chance to even tell if he really remembers her, but from the way she talked, this was his son and well she was here to give it to him."

"Jesus, I would have never thought John could keep something like this from you. I mean Torrie yes, it sucked but in the end she turned out to get what she deserved, she got divorced and went away alone. But having a kid with some other woman from the past and not telling the woman you are about to marry?"

"My question exactly. Speaking of John, where is he right now? I would have thought he would be here to find out if I was alright."

Joanie tried to think of something better to tell her friend then the truth. When the truth was that he was out in the waiting room talking to a woman right now who very well might be the one he was lying to Trish about.

"Do you know where my fiancé is Joanie?" Trish asked, a worried look climbing over her already glowing and perpetrated face.

"What the hell do you want Samantha? I thought we said all we needed to say when you chose to call me a loser and an asshole and walked out of my life."

Samantha knew she was hurting him now by being there, but she really didn't think she had any other choice. It had been hard fielding questions from her son about who his real daddy was, and when she had made the choice to come, she hadn't really thought that John may have moved on and himself been married with children. Which it turns out, he pretty much was.

"I am no proud of the way I handled things all those years ago John, and if I had the chance to go back I wouldn't have walked away and said those horrible things to you. But I did what I thought was right at the time. You were leaving, we were going to be alone. It was just the way it had to be."

"What do you mean by we?"

"Huh?" she asked, confused by what he was asking. She surely hadn't said the word we when she had meant herself.

"You said, you were leaving, we were going to be alone. Who the hell are you talking about and make sure you tell me the truth this time."

"The truth is John... the truth is I meant me and my son Noah."

"What difference did my leaving make on you and Noah? Its not like he was mine or anything."

As soon as he said the words he knew that that was what was happening here. Noah was now three and a half and well the timing seemed to make sense. The reason she was here was to tell him that Noah was his.

John stood to his feet and with anger and resentment in his eyes he glared hard at her, not trusting himself not to hit her.

"You mean to tell me that he is my son and for the last three and a half years you just neglected to tell me?"

She couldn't bear to tell him yes, so she just hung her head down in shame and nodded her answer, hoping she could erase all of this pain she had caused.

"I can't believe this."

"Well John, there is one more thing you should know. Yes Noah is yours, but the real reason I came here is because all those years ago I made a mistake letting you go, and for what its worth now, I just want you to know I never stopped loving you, which is why I decided to keep Noah and raise him alone."

John, not wanting to hear anymore walked from the chairs where they had been sitting, and went for the door of Trish's hospital room. If Samantha wanted an answer, she was going to have to wait for one, and wait for a long time.

Hell would freeze over before he would ever look at Samantha Jamieson the way he did back then ever again. Now he just had to make sure Trish knew the whole truth before she heard it from somewhere else.