A/N: Ahh, inspiration!! I have this whole story planned out for the next few chapters, isn't that great? Anyways, y'all know that I only own Sara, and that's it! Hope everyone enjoys!

Back in the US of A!

Sara's POV:

Our European tour had been AWESOME! I love the fans over there and they were great, even though I wasn't in the ring. I signed tons of autographs, and I had even discovered that I have three fan made websites dedicated to me over in Germany! I guess the Germans like the fact that I am somewhat fluent in German, I did get an A in German 1,2,3, and 4 all through high school! Ich liebe dich Deutschland! I also know not to say, "Ich Bin ein Berliner," unlike one of our past presidents. That saying means, "I am a jelly donut," and we all know that I'm not a jelly donut, I wonder if JFK knew what he said? Anywho, Chris sent me an e-mail a day after my b-day, telling me about life in Iraq. His platoon was stationed somewhere near Fallujah, which is basically where all the major action is. He has already seen someone from another platoon get killed, and said that the Marine thing wasn't as easy as he thought it would be. It's one thing to train for it back at home, but when you're actually over in a foreign country fighting for your life, it's pretty scary. I'm so worried about him, I don't want anything bad happening to him!

After my birthday, Andrea went back to North Carolina, and Jenna went back to Michigan, but she'd be back on the road traveling with Randy. I guess

Everyone had a blast at my birthday party, and was still buzzing about how good I can sing. Trish told me that I should record my own entrance music like she did. I just said that I'd think about it, and now John won't stop bugging me about the whole singing thing. He happened to find a few lyrics that I had written down when I got bored, and had heard me putting them to song.

Flashback

"Sara, you really should record some of this stuff. You're a great singer, and I know that the fans would love it." John nagged.

"I don't think so. I'm not some awesome songwriter and I don't even have that great of a voice. I'm a wrestler, not a singer! I gave up the option of professionally singing a LONG time ago!" I replied, trying to grab back the piece of paper containing a few of my song lyrics from him. John quickly held them up over his head, and I wasn't able to get them back.

"You're wrong, you have an awesome voice, and you can be a wrestler and singer at the same time. Look at me, I have my own CD coming out in a few months, and I'm doing fine!" John stated.

"Yea, well you're different than me. Can I have that back now?" I asked.

"Alright, I'll give this back on one condition."

"I'm listening John."

"You have to record your own entrance music!" John replied, sticking my lyrics back in front of my face.

"Fine, I'll do it." I reluctantly agreed.

End Flashback

That's how I found myself sitting in a recording studio a few days before Thanksgiving, a month later, recording bits and pieces of my song "What you Waitin For," (A/N: Yes, Gwen Stefani wrote this song and is the owner of it. I just love it SO much, so just bare with me!) It sounded pretty decent, and I loved my sound engineer crew! Somehow, word had gotten round to many of my fans, and I was constantly getting asked about it. I also just found out that I got voted in as #45 on the MAXIM hot 100 list! That's only NINE spots behind Britney Spears, I never ever thought that I'd be in a list with her! Guess I'm doing pretty well for a four and a half month pregnant lady! I had finally began to noticeably show, so they were only going to be able to use a few month old pictures of me, and a few recent one's of my chest up. It's all right though, I'm just shocked that I made it on that list at all, it's a pretty big honor for me!

John and I have been to the Doctor's recently for an ultrasound, but they still can't tell if the baby's a boy or girl yet. I'm crossing my fingers and hoping for a girl, and so is John. We have been looking for a bigger house in the St. Pete's Beach area of Florida. There are a few houses that I like, but we're still looking.

I'm expected to be leaving the wrestling scene by mid December, and I'm actually kind of looking forward to the break. I'm getting worn out with all the traveling, and I just want to relax since it's good for the baby.

John's POV, a month later:

Sara's maternity leave from wrestling will start tonight. I'm not thrilled with a little add-in that the writer's threw at us last minute. Before she gets "beat up" by the guys, I have to slap her and then walk away. I know that it's all pretend, but just the idea of laying a hand on my wife is killing me. Sara seems ok with it, but I know that deep down she hates how the WWE treats the female wrestlers. We had all practiced about 100 times, and the boys were perfect so the chance of them screwing up was about 1 and a million. They all knew that if anything happened to Sara or the baby that they'd have Vince and me to deal with.

"John, it's time to go get my butt beat!" Sara exclaimed pushing herself off the couch.

"Yea, I know." I replied as I put my newly regained chain around my neck. Sara had on a gray hoodie with a big slash showing off some cleavage and a pair of black pants, and looked really cute.

"I'm not going to be upset at you John, you're not even really hitting me!" Sara said, walking towards me.

"I know that too. I just really hate the idea of even fake hitting you. It's just not what I do." I replied.

"You treat me great John, just get over it and let's go fight!" Sara said, wrapping her arms around my neck as she stood up on her tippy-toes so she could give me a quick kiss. I cracked a smile, and that made Sara's smile get even bigger.

"Ok, let's do this!" I said, wrapping an arm around Sara as we went to walk out the door only to get stuck in the doorway.

"No, I'm such a fat cow!" Sara remarked, stepping back so I could get through.

"You're not fat, these doors are just smaller." I replied, making her laugh.

SmackDown Sara's POV:

I rounded the corner of the hallway, and found myself face to face with Rene, Heidenreich, and Carlos/Carlito.

"Hey guys." I nervously said, staring up at the three of them.

"Hi slut." Rene replied.

"Slut?" I asked, pretending to be hurt.

"Yea, you're nothing but a little slut, and that's Not cool!" Carlito said, biting into his apple.

"Sara, you have been screwing around on all of us, including Cena." Heidenreich said, backing me into a corner. "Now, you're going to get what you deserve!"

"Wait, please just let me go!" I gasped, trying to get away.

"No way, you had this coming sweetheart." Carlito replied as he spit his apple in my face.

"You bastard!" I shouted as I wiped off my face. All the guys started laughing and then Heidenreich forcefully held me against the wall.

"Yo, yo, yo!" John said out of nowhere. I looked past Heidenreich and saw John standing behind him, watching the whole thing.

"Now, I can't let you go beating up my girlfriend. At least not until I get a chance to do something myself. Sara, you are a nothing but a whore, and I'm glad that these three guy invited me to this little shindig! As far as I'm concerned, we're finished!" John said, getting in my face.

"John, no please! I love you!" I pleaded.

"Yea, I'm sure you do. Too bad that you had to mess everything up for yourself!" John continued.

"No baby I really do love you. These guys meant nothing, I don't even know why we all got involved! Please, you've got to help me!" I begged.

"No, I don't gotta help the likes of you!" John said as he swung his hand down across my face. I quickly put my hand up to my cheek, with tears starting to appear on my face. John walked away, and then Rene, Heidenreich, and Carlos began beating on me. I was on the floor, curled up in a little ball, until I heard them all begin stuttering. I looked up, and saw the Undertaker shoving them all around. He carefully picked me up, and carried me to an abandoned locker room.

"Thank you." I rasped.

"Don't thank me, I wasn't doing you any favors. You better listen up, and listen good. Get out of here while you can. Those guys are all out to get you, and John was behind some of it. You need to leave SmackDown, and I wouldn't plan on coming back anytime soon." The Undertaker coldly told me.

"Ok, I'm going to get my stuff." I replied, attempting to stand up.

"No, you have no time for that. I'm going to take you myself to the airport. Get out of here Sara, just get out while you can. I'm not going to help you out again."

The camera's left the room, and I stood up.

"Good job Mark!" I said, brushing myself off.

"No, you did an awesome job! Have a nice break, I'm sure I'll see you around!" Mark replied, giving me a hug. He left the room, and I walked out to go talk to the guys.

"You're ok, right Sara?" Carlos asked me.

"Yea, I just need to take a long shower to wash off the apple spit. That was totally gross!" I exclaimed, smacking him on the side of the arm.

"Sorry, I tried to make it not that spitty!"

"So we didn't hurt you or the baby?" Rene asked, putting an arm around me.

"No, we are both fine!" I answered.

"Did I hear that someone needed a shower?" John asked, walking up towards us.

"Yea, I do!" I replied, turning around to face him.

"Well, I think I can help with that!" he replied, picking me up. "Sorry boys, Sara has an appointment with a shower!"

"Aw man, here those two go again!" Rene replied as they all walked away.

"Ok baby, let's go!" I said, laughing.

John nodded, and tore off down the hallway back to our locker room.

A/N: So, what'd y'all think? Let me know and review!!!