A/N: Sorry I've been lazy and haven't felt like updating this story! LoL, please forgive me! I'm kinda dealing with writer's block too, so sorry again if this chapter sucks. I own Sara, an yea! Please keep reviewing!

Shopping!

Sara's POV:

So it's July 30th, and John and my 2nd anniversary is tomorrow. Crap, I have to go shopping! He told me that he has something planned for us, and won't even give me a hint! I have a few ideas of what I'm going to do, but it all depends on how my nipple is feeling, because it is really sore still. I swear to God, I'm never getting drunk again, never, EVER!

I walked into our hotel room, and saw John rummaging through my suitcase, looking at the tags of my clothes.

"What are you doing John?" I asked, arms crossed in front of me.

"Uh, nothing." He replied, dropping my shirt.

"Really, why were you going through my clothes? Looking for anything in particular?" I asked, as I looked down at Brianna, who was sleeping in her travel crib.

"I was just, uh, Trish called. She wanted you to call her back." John said, switching topics.

"You're dodging me John Cena, and I'll figure out what you are up to soon enough." I said, kissing the tip of his nose. I pulled out my phone, and dialed Trish's number.

"Hey Sara!" Trish said, answering the phone.

"Hey, John said you called?" I replied, staring at my husband while he put my clothes back in my suitcase.

"Yea, I did. Do you want to go shopping? We are in New York City, and we'll be leaving tonight, so let's go SHOP!" Trish squealed.

"That'd be awesome, I needed to do some shopping!" I said, smiling.

"Ok, I'll be at your room in like 10 minutes." Trish said.

"Cool, I'll be waiting!" I replied as I hung up.

"So, you two are going shopping?" John said, sitting down next to me.

"Uh huh." I replied, putting my head on his shoulder.

"Don't do too much damage, alright?" John joked, nudging me with his arm.

"I will. But at least I don't spend about 450 on a JERSEY!" I answered, pulling on his jersey.

John laughed, and then laid down, taking me with him. I went to sit back up, but John put his arm across me, keeping me down.

"John, I don't have time for this right now!" I giggled, as he sucked on my neck.

"Trish can wait." He replied, continuing the assault on my neck. I couldn't help but give in, because John can be very persuasive.

I felt his hand slowly start moving up my shirt, and I quickly slid away from him, sitting up.

"Aww Sara, come on." John whined, sitting up.

"Not today Mister! I'm going shopping!" I replied, standing up and fixing my shirt.

"Alright. I guess on day ain't gonna kill me. Are you taking Bri with you?" John asked, running his hands through his short hair.

"I'm not planning on it. Do you want me too?" I answered, while putting on my shoes.

"It don't matter to me. I was going to hang with Orton today. We can handle her." John replied.

"Ok, you guys can take her!" I said, as I heard a knock on the door.

I opened it up, and Trish was standing there with Stacy.

"Hey girl! Hey John!" They both exclaimed.

"What up girls?" John replied, sitting back down on the bed.

"You're coming with us Stacy?" I asked, as I grabbed my purse.

"Yea, I invited myself, sorry!" Stacy replied.

"No, that's cool! Bye John, I'll be back later." I said, giving John a quick kiss.

"Ok, have fun baby." He replied.

"Trust me, I will! Call me if you need anything!" I said as I stopped and place a kiss on Bri's forehead. I ran out the door after Stacy and Trish, and we were off!

John's POV:

I was relieved that Sara hadn't asked me any more questions about why I was going through her clothes. I needed to figure out what size she was, for my anniversary gift. I had overheard her once saying that she wished that I would get dressed up for once, so I decided to surprise her, and get all spiffed up. Randy and I were going shopping today, and I was going to buy Sara a dress, this was going to be a very formal occasion. That's why I was trying to figure out what size she was.

"Hey, John, you ready to go?" Randy yelled through the door.

"Not really. Door's unlocked, you can come in." I replied, putting Sara's clothes away.

"What you doing? Trying to pick out an outfit to cross dress in?" Randy asked, smirking

"Oh yea. It's my secret hobby, cross-dressing in women's clothes. Hott ain't I?" I replied, holding a shirt up to me.

"The cutest. Sorry, but I don't think that Sara's clothes will fit you man. You're too fat for them!" Randy laughed.

"Oh my God, I can't believe you called me fat!" I shrieked, imitating a girl.

"Yea, I just had to tell you. What are friends for?" Randy replied.

"You're right. Anyways, now that we had that strange discussion, you ready to go shopping?"

"Oh yay! Shopping!" Randy answered, clapping his hands together.

"I'll take that as a yes." I grabbed Bri's carrier carefully, so to not wake her up, and then Orton and I walked out the door.

Before Randy and I had left the hotel, I'd called Sara to make sure that I wouldn't run into her while out shopping. I wasn't going to ruin this surprise, not on my life!

"John, we've been looking at dresses for like 3 hours, can you just pick a damn one already?" Randy sighed, looking at me.

"Shut up man, we've only been looking for an hour. None of these are right. I'll know what to get when I see it. I swear, Brianna has a larger attention span than you do." I commented, beginning to thumb through the dress racks again. This was harder than I thought…

Sara's POV:

"Sara, let us see!" Stacy exclaimed, banging on my dressing room door.

"Heck no! There is no way that you are going to see me like this!" I replied, staring at myself in the mirror.

"Wow Sara, that's definitely going to turn your husband on!" Trish giggled.

I looked up, and saw her and Stacy peering down at me, from the next dressing room.

"You guys, come on!" I shrieked, as I grabbed my shirt and held it in front of me.

"Oh relax. We've all seen each other change in the locker room." Stacy replied, rolling her eyes.

"You've got a point. Which one of you bimbos picked this one out?" I asked.

"I did!" Trish replied. I shook my head, and then looked at the price tag. I about choked when I read the price. Four hundred dollars for lingerie that was barely even covered one inch of me? Oh well. I've got some money to spend, it'll be worth it, I guess.

John's POV:

It was my turn to carry Brianna, and I was busy untangling her tiny hand from a dress that she had just reached out and grabbed.

"Wow, little Bri has good taste!" Randy replied, as he looked at the dress.

I shot him a look, and then took a minute to fully check out the dress.

"You're right, she does. You think mommy will look good in this dress baby doll?" I asked Brianna, as if she could answer me.

Bri cooed, and let some drool roll down her chin.

"Hey John, look! Bri is imitating what you'll be doing when you see Sara in that dress!" Randy laughed, elbowing me.

"Damn straight. I gotta buy this man, hold Bri. I checked the size, and it was Sara's size. I went to the counter, and paid for the dress, my eyes bugging out when I heard the total.

"That'll be 879 dollars sir." The clerk said.

Sara's POV:

I had bought the skimpy overpriced under wear, and was now ready to hit the next store.

"Next stop, dessert toppings!" Trish exclaimed, grabbing me and Stacy by the arm.

A/N: Hehehe, aren't anniversaries fun? Next chapter will contain some sexual content, I'm going to attempt to write some SMUT! (wish me luck!) Please review everybody!