Disclaimer: I only own Krys and her baby. Once again, I do not own any of the Cenas, or Marc Predka. Alisha/Ali, owns herself.

Ch 4

"Guys, can you leave me and Krys alone for a few moments?" Matt asked his family a few minutes after they were able to wake Krys up. "I wanna talk to her."

"Sure thing," Carol says, and she and John Sr. shooed the rest out of the den.

Matt turned to her with a smile on his face. "I missed you," he whispered as he kissed her forehead. "I'm glad to know that our little one is alright."

"She's very well, hun," she said softly, placing her hand on her belly and smiling up at her husband. "And in just two months, she's gonna be born. I can hardly wait, now that you're back, safe and sound."

"She's not my daughter, is she?"

"What? What on earth are you talking about?"

"You thought I would never find out, didn't you?" he snarled, grabbing her wrist.

"Ow, Matt stop!" Krys cried as pain shot through her arm. "You're...you're hurting me!"

"Tell me the truth! Did you or did you not sleep with John?"

"Let her go, Matt," John said quietly from the doorway. Both Matt and Krys looked to the doorway, and saw John. "I won't let you hurt her anymore."

"Get outta here, John," Matt said. "This is between me and Krys only. This has nothing to do with you...or does it?"

"If you really wanna know, yeah, I did sleep with your wife. We slept together once before she met you. I bet you never even told her about YOUR secret, now have you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Matt said angrily.

"You and Alisha. The two of you were lovers even after you married Krys. Am I right?"

For a moment, his brother glared, then got a smile to his face. "Yeah, John, that's right. I did sleep with Ali, and I must say, she was a helluva lot better in the sack than this bitch is."

Krys's eyes got wide, and anger flared. "I tortured myself for months thinking you were dead! I thought that I'd broken my wedding vow the one night I slept with John, but you've broken it MORE than once! You disgusting bastard!"

Krys looked ready to say more, but she instead held a hand to her stomach and got up. She walked out of the Cena home without a word to anyone. As she walked away from the house, her stomach started aching, and her baby kicked violently. She stopped and held her stomach, the tears starting to flow.

All this time, she thought angrily. I tortured myself countless times, and I find out that he's cheated on me for OVER two years! That bastard!

Fighting her tears, she continued to walk, refusing to stop walking until she was home, where she could pack her things, move out, then file for a divorce.

She'd walked for almost a mile when a car pulled up beside her. "Matt's filed for divorce," John said, stopping the car and climbing out. "If you don't contest it, it'll be done in time for the baby's birth, maybe a little after."

Krys continued walking. "I want it over as soon as possible. I hate his guts, and the guts of every other male Cena in Massachusetts!"

John walked after her and stopped in front of her. "Regardless of whether or not she's my daughter, I wanna be there for her. If Matt won't be there for his or my daughter, I will. You can trust me."

"The last time I trusted you, I was laying right beneath you, and now look at the situation I've gotten myself into. Just save yourself the hell and go away now."

She went to move past him, but a rush of pain stopped her, and she held her stomach. John started to walk over to her, but she gasped out, "Stay away from me."

"You need help!"

"Not YOUR help!" she yelled, then grabbed at her stomach again.

"I'm taking you to the hospital, with or without your consent," John said, picking her up and sitting her in the backseat.

Krys gasped with pain, and held her stomach as he sped down the highway. A few minutes later, they heard the police sirens wailing, and he slowed down. "Wh...what's happening?" she asked between gasps. "Why did you stop?"

"The police want me to pull over." John slowed the car to a stop, and the police officer walked up to their car.

"License and registration, please," the cop said. John pulled out both, and showed them to the officer.

"Officer, I didn't mean to speed, but my sister-in-law is in labor, and I need to get her to the nearest hospital."

The officer took one look in the backseat at Krys, who was sweating profusely as she held her stomach. "I'll escort you there myself," he said, moving to his car.

John smiled at Krys. "Just hold on, kid, we'll be there soon. Just hold on." He saw the police car pull off in front of him, and headed off after him.