A/N: Another update, might not be too exciting, but who knows! Only own Sara, no one else. School starts Monday, so updates for all my stories will probably only happen on Fridays and Saturdays, sorry folks!

A Year Already?

Sara's POV:

August 1st, holy crap! John and I have been married for a whole year! That's crazy, I mean, a year? Time really does fly! My mom has finally accepted us, and has been great. Chris took it hard at first, but he got over the shock in 5 minutes. He was getting shipped off to Iraq in three weeks. The war had died down, but they still needed enforcement. I was pretty sad about that, but Chris will be fine. He has been waiting for this since he was 17. Chris had finally admitted his true feelings to my best friend, Andrea. We had all known each other since highs school! They are now engaged, since Andrea won't marry him until he gets back. I'm honestly happy for the two of them, even though I wasn't too thrilled at first. John and I had actually gotten in a fight over it, about four weeks ago! I'll admit, that I was jealous. I still had a little crush on Chris, nothing major, but I didn't want to give him up. John wasn't too happy that, and he let me know it. We had a HUGE fight, and I actually left him. We didn't talk to each other for two weeks, and I actually sent John divorce papers.

Flash Back:

"Admit it Sara, you still have a thing for him. I'm not enough am I?" John yelled.

"Ok, so I do still have a little crush on him. What's the big deal? I married you didn't I?" I yelled back.

"That's right, you married ME, not him. God, I would've thought that any old crushed would've died!" John yelled again, turning his back to me.

"John, Chris has a special place in my heart. My God, I have had a crush on him since 9th grade! I got over it little by little, but I always had a problem with Andrea and Chris! I never had a chance with him, ever! Why are we fighting about this anyways?" I shouted.

"We're having this fight, because you're my wife, and yet you still have your heart set on another guy! That's a big deal to me. I can't take this right now, I'm going out." John replied, grabbing his jacket and car keys.

"I don't have my heart set on Chris! I don't want him, but I don't him with Andrea. It's not a big deal, and you're over-reacting. He's like my brother, nothing more. What else can I say John? I love you, you're my husband. I also love Chris, but only as a brother and best friend."

"Oh yea, and that's why when I first met him, you two were making out? That's a real good argument Sara! I guess that's what I get for marrying a twenty year old." John yelled as he walked out the front door.

"Fine, you know what, just leave! I don't need the shit from you! Go out and screw some slut to get back at me. I don't even care anymore! Oh yea, don't expect to find me here when you get back John!" I yelled as John got into his car.

"That's fucking great, you'll save me the trouble of throwing you're ass out!" John shouted at me as he revved up the engine and then sped off. I slammed the door, and then sank down to the floor and started crying. I sat there crying for about a half-an-hour, and then got up and grabbed a suitcase. I threw it on the bed, and then piled my clothes into it. I picked up a picture of John and me, and then hurled it against the wall. The glass shattered, and the frame was cracked. I watched as the picture slowly floated to the floor, and then I started crying again. Why were we fighting about Chris? John cannot be that jealous of him, I mean, come on! He calls me immature? I grabbed my bottle of Zanax, and poured the whole bottle into my hand. I looked at myself in the mirror, and saw what a mess I was. I had mascara running down my cheeks, and my eyes were puffy and red. I looked back down to the pills in my hand, and then screamed as I threw them across the room. I then smashed my hand into the mirror, breaking it into thousands of pieces. I had cut my hand really bad, and the blood was already gushing from it. I sighed, and grabbed one of John's old t-shirts and wrapped it tightly around my hand, trying to stop the bleeding. The shirt managed to stop the bleeding, but only for a few minutes. I grabbed my bags, and then my car keys. I didn't even bother to shut and lock the door as I left. I put my stuff in the back of my car, and then drove to my mom's best friend, Sandi's house. It was only ten minutes away. My hand was killing me, and I was sure that glass shards were imbedded in it. I finally got to Sandi's house, and her husband John was in the driveway working on his truck. Great, another John. He turned around, and saw me. He ran over, and took me inside when he saw what a mess I was. They took me to the hospital, and I had to get ten stitches in my hand. Later that night, I called Vince and told him that I was going to need a week or two off. He asked a few questions, and then agreed. The next day, I called a lawyer and filed for a divorce.

John's POV:

After I left yesterday, I drove around, trying to clear my head. What if I was over-reacting? I know that Sara loves me, but it just made me jealous to find out that she still had a small crush on Chris. I finally drove back to our house, and found the door half open, with an envelope taped to the door. Sara's car was nowhere to be seen. Shit, she told me that she wouldn't be here when I got back, but I didn't think she was serious. I locked my car, and walked towards the house, scared of what I might find. I grabbed the envelope off the door, and pushed the door open. God, this place was a mess! Drawers were half open, and Sara's clothes were gone. The mirror was smashed, and I saw a few pieces with blood on them. Oh man, what if she had tried to kill herself? There was a busted picture of the two of us on the floor by the bed, and I noticed some of Sara's Zanax scattered around on the floor. I swear, I'll never forgive myself if she tried to or did kill herself. I sat down on the bed, and decided to open the envelope. I tore it open, and pulled out some papers from her lawyer. Wait a minute, these are divorce papers! There's no way in hell I'm getting a divorce! She can't be serious, can she? I flipped through the papers, and saw that Sara hadn't signed. I knew she didn't want a divorce. I tried calling Sara's cell phone, but it was turned off. There was a message on the answering machine, so I decided to listen to it.

"John, this is Sandi. Sara is at our house. We had to take her to the hospital to get some stitches in her hand. She cut it when she smashed a mirror. Well, I don't know exactly what you two are fighting about, but don't worry about her. We will take care of her. Take some time, get your head clear, and then come on over. Bye." Sandi said over the machine. Thank God she's ok! I guess I did over react a little. Hey, this was our first big fight. That's a milestone. I lay down on our bed, and actually cried for a few minutes. I wiped my eyes, and then got up and cleaned up the house, hoping Sara would forgive me for being such a hard headed prick.

Two Weeks Later:

John had called me about four times a day for the past two weeks. I never answered my phone, and hadn't listened to any of the messages. I was still at Sandi's house, and really missed John. Our first fight sure was a big one! I had heard a new song by Kenny Rogers, "My World Is Over," and it made me cry. It completely described what was going on with John and me, even if it was supposed to be about his daughter, or something. Some nights, when I couldn't sleep, I would stare out the kitchen window and look out at the mountains. A few of those nights, I could've sworn that I saw John parked in the driveway. I would look away, and then hear a car drive away, and then he was gone. Finally, a day later, I got sick of being at Sandi's, and wrote her a note saying that I was going home. I drove back to our house at 3 in the morning, and it was pouring rain. I parked my car, and then went to go in, but I had locked my keys in the car. I didn't want to wake John up, so I sat down on the front porch, getting drenched. I was getting really cold, but didn't care. I must've been tired, because my eyelids were getting really heavy. I moved a little closer to the door, but couldn't get out of the rain. I finally gave up, and started crying. Soon, I started shivering uncontrollably. Great, I'm locked out of my car, I'm locked out of my house, I'm soaking wet, and I'm probably going to get hyper-thermia on top of it all! I sat there curled up for twenty more minutes, until I saw a light go on in the house. John must be up! I tried to yell, but my voice was dry and crackly, and could barely be heard. I knocked on the door softly, but doubted that John heard it. I turned my back to the door, and then felt it swing open.

"Oh my God, Sara what are you doing out in the rain? You could get sick!" John said as he knelt down to look at me.

"Really cold." I rasped.

"Shit, are you ok?" John asked as he picked me up and carried me inside and put me down on the bed.

"No. I missed you. I'm sorry John!" I managed to say.

"No, I am the one who should be sorry. I love you Sara, I just got jealous and over-reacted. I know that you love me, and not Chris. God, baby you are soaked. What made you come back in the middle of the night? Why didn't you knock on the door? Where are your keys?" John asked, as he threw me a hoodie and a pair of his sweatpants.

"I just wanted to go home. Gosh, I'm freezing. I accidentally locked my keys in the car. Didn't want to wake you up." I answered as I changed into the dry clothes.

"You wouldn't have woken me up. I haven't been able to sleep since our fight. How's your hand?" John asked, as he pulled the blankets over me.

"Better. How's the mirror?" I asked, starting to smile.

"It's seen better days. You really trashed the place. You weren't going to so anything stupid, were you?"

"Well, the thought crossed my mind. I take it you saw the Zanax."

"Yea. I got scared then. I can't believe that we had our first real fight, four weeks from our one-year anniversary. That's crazy!" John replied, as he looked at the scar on my hand.

"Yea, it is. Do you think I'll get sick from being out in the rain?" I asked, staring out the window.

"You probably will. I'll take care of you though!" John replied, as he got up to get more blankets. He threw the blankets over me, and then flipped off the lights, and crawled into bed. I turned to face him, and saw tears in his eyes.

"John Cena, are you crying?" I asked.

"No, it's my allergies. You warm yet?" John asked me, trying to change the subject.

"Well, I know how I could get warmer!" I answered, smiling at John. He took the hint, and pulled me tight against his chest, wrapping his huge arms around me.

"I really did miss you Sara." John said, as he gave me a kiss. I deepened the kiss, and then pulled his shirt off. John said nothing, just helped me out of my clothes. So this is what they meant when they said 'break up to makeup!' We made love until the sun came up. I laid my head on John's chest, and listened to his heavy breathing.

"That was great!" John exclaimed.

"Yea, but I feel like we forgot something." I replied.

We laid there in silence, and then John finally spoke up.

"Oh shit, I forgot to wear a condom. You're not on birth control either!" John said.

"Uhm, no! I can't get pregnant! I'm too young, I mean, my career. Shoot!" I replied, sitting up in bed.

"You might not get pregnant, there's a really good chance that you could be, but there's also a chance that you're not. It wouldn't be that bad, being parents. You could just not get in the ring for the nine month, like Amy is doing on RAW. Admit, you know that ya want to have a baby." John said, putting his arm around me. I sat there for a minute, thinking.

"I guess it wouldn't be that bad." I said, starting to smile.

"Ha, I knew it! Lets get some sleep, I'm wiped out." John suggested.

"Yea, I'm tired too!" I said, as I covered back up. John put his head on my shoulder, and quickly fell asleep. I lie there for a few more minutes, thinking about babies. Deep inside, I really did want kids. I was just afraid of what the psychos could do to them. I finally fell asleep, and was out for the day.

End Flash Back:

I ended up not getting sick, thank God! It had been four weeks later, and I was pretty sure that I wasn't pregnant. I wasn't as relieved as I thought I would be. The idea of having a baby had grown on me, and I was praying that I was pregnant. I hadn't gone to the doctors yet, but I had taken a home pregnancy test, and it showed up negative. I took a second one, and it said yes. So then I took one more, and it said no. Darn those unreliable pieces of crap! I didn't even feel different, but decided to make a doctor's appointment. Guess we will just have to wait and see! John had something special planned our anniversary, and I couldn't wait!

A/N: Stupid little fights! Is she pregnant? Will the psycho's ruin everything if she is?What are they doing for the 1 year anniversary? Will I ever stop asking questions? Review y'all!