Legend Speaking: I hope you guys enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Chapter 25

"Worst fifteen minutes of my life," Lidia grumbled as she entered the hotel room. She tossed her bag onto the floor by the king size bed, laughing as she saw her daughter do the same thing.

"Worst fifteen minutes of my life," Madison mimicked. "Grandma wasn't very nice to me like other Grandma is," the four year old pointed out. John rolled his eyes as he flopped down on the bed, closing his eyes to ignore the girls in the room. Lidia laid down beside him, laying her head on his chest. "Your Mom wasn't very nice to me either," she told John, trailing her finger along his jaw line.

"Well, what do you want me to do about it? I just can't have her not be my Mom you know," John said, frustrated. Lidia gave him her sad eyes, her bottom lip sticking out as she pouted.

"You could've asked her to be nice to me," Lidia said sadly. John opened his mouth to answer, but was interupted when Lidia's cell phone rang in her bag.

"I'll get it, Mommy," Madison offered. Lidia looked up at John with a smile as she let their daughter look through her bag. "Hello?...No, this is Madison silly...OK, one minutes." Maidosn looked up at her Mom, holding out the cell phone, "it's Stacy. She says its important." Getting the cell phone away from Madison, Lidia walked into the washroom for privacy.

"Stace, what's going on? Is everything OK?" Lidia questioned.

"Are you OK?" Stacy asked.

"Yea, I'm fine..."

"Where are you? Turn it on MTV if you can , there's something important you might want to know about." Lidia blinked her eyes a bunch of times, trying to take in everything that Stacy had just asked her. Something important on MTV...

Lidia walked out of the washroom, stealing the remote away from John who was watching sports highlights.

"Hey..." John protested. Lidia gave him the finger.

"Released on bail since Thrusday afternoon, Adam Copeland, Jason Reso and Torrie Willson have admitted that there was a fourth person in the plan to kidnap Maidson Orton, Lidia Orton and John Cena's daughter. The three of them have been quoted saying that they were choosen because of the ties they have with Lidia, and that the person offered them over five hundred thousand dollars each if they were to go through with the plan. The fourth person is Catherine Cena, John's mother." Lidia closed her cell phone quietly as she allowed Madison to crawl into her lap.

"Mommy, are those bad people after me again?" Madison asked.

"We go live now to the Cena's household where the police of Massachuettes have found Catherine." John ran his fingers through his hair, trying to ignore the glare Lidia was currently giving him.

"Did you know about this?" Lidia asked, trying to hold back tears.

"Of course not, baby..."

"Is this why you were never there when Maddy was gone? Because you were trying to help your Mom think of a plan to take Madison away from me?"

"Baby, you know my parent's were going through finacial problems when Madison was gone..."

"Because they were paying Adam, Jay and Torrie! Why didn't you tell me?" Lidia shouted at him. Madison crawled off of her mother's lap and hid under the bed, doing her best to block out her parent's yelling.

"I didn't know, Lidia! How was I suppose to know that Mom was up to something like this..."

"Because it's your god damn mother John, that's why! Your money, was supporting those three while our daughter was gone! I...I'm at a loss for words right now...I can't believe you..."

"Lidia! I didn't know about this!" John shouted, standing up from the bed. "Honest to God, Lidia. If I knew, don't you think I would tell you so we would've been prepared?"

"You supported this desicion!" Lidia shouted back at him. "You were helping your Mom pay them...What am I suppose to think about that? What if your Mom tries to take Madison again, or our other kid?"

"Why would she try to do it again? Wait...what other kid?" John stopped to stare at Lidia, his eyes focusing on her stomach. "Other kid? You said you weren't..."

"I said I wasn't because I was mad about how you found out, with Stacy telling you...I was going to do something special to tell you... Merry fucking Christmas." Lidia wiped a tear away from her eye, not wanting to show her weakness in front of her hiding daughter.

"Your pregnant again...Oh boy..." He leaned against the wall, letting himself slide down slowly. "I'm going to be a Dad again...Why didn't you tell me sooner? How far along are you? It is mine, right?"

"No John, it's Jindrak's," Lidia replied sarcastically. "Of course it's yours, you know I've never been with any other guy."

"Since we started going out anyways," John mumbled.

"I swear to God, John, you are going to be the death of me. You kill me..." She flopped backwards on the bed, her head resting against the soft pillows. "You know you do, you kill me well...you like it to and I can tell..." She shot up from the bed, reaching over to the side where her bag was and quickly pulled out her notebook.

"A song?" John questioned. "Now you're writing a fucking song about this? There's no point, it's not like you have a record deal now anyways."

"Leave." Lidia sat on the bed, cross legged, not even glancing at John. "I said leave," she repeated.

"I'm not leaving," he refused, arm crossed against his chest.

"I'm asking you to leave now."

"No."

"For fucks sake John, just go!" She yelled at him, throwing a pillow. "I don't want to look at you right now, just leave."

"You're being immature about this, Lidia," John whispered, looking at his feet. "You never could talk things out you know. Always ignored it, wrote a song..."

"John..."

"Hey, just stating the facts. You're almost twenty-four, and not once have I seen you deal with a situation face-to-face. You need to grow up."

"Why are you still here?" Lidia mumbled, not looking up from her notebook.

"Because I don't want to leave you. I don't want you to hurt yourself..."

"You enjoy this, don't you?" Lidia asked, finally putting down her pen. "You enjoy torturing me like this, just doing whatever you want. That's the type of shit that causes a miscarriage you know, putting the mother under too much stress." John walked over to the bed and sat down on it, close to Lidia.

"You know I would never to do that to you," he whispered, softly running his fingers through her hair.

"Well, you're doing a lousy job at it."

"I'm sorry baby. Come here." He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him so that she was leaning against his side. "You know that I would never do anything to hurt you, or Maddy, or the baby...Are you listening to me?" Lidia didn't answer. John sighed, leaning back on the head board. "Baby, please talk to me, or I'm just going to sit here and ramble on about nothing, and I know how much you hate that." Still no answer. "Alright, I'll tell you what. We'll go back to St. Louis right now, and once we get there, we'll go back to your house, and I am going to kiss every single inch of you, every single centimetre, every milimetre, over and over. Then after that..." he kissed the top of her head, "I'm going to lay you down, and continue to kiss you, caress you, tease you, until you submit." He ran his finger up her shirt, dragging it across her ribs. "Then eventually, after you submit, I'll make love to you. Over...and over...and over...Until the sun rises. Then we'll have breakfast, and then we'll go back upstairs, and I'll do it all over again."

"Where's Madison?" Lidia suddenly asked. "She used to be right here, and now she's just gone. Oh my God, John, what if someone took her again..."

"I'm under here Mommy," Madison answered from underneth the bed.

"Maddy, what are you doing under there?" Lidia asked as Madison appeared.

"I don't like hearing you and Dad fighting, so I was hiding." She crawled up on top of the bed, cuddling close to her parents. "I don't like yelling." Lidia and John looked at each other, realizing what bad parent's they have been.

"I'm sorry honey," John mumbled, picking up Madison so she was on his other side. "Sometimes grown up's fight..."

"Uncle Randy and Stacy never fight. Grandma and Bob never fight," Madison pointed out. "Charlie and Aunt Jackie don't fight, Auntie Dawn Marie never fights with Eddie..."

"K, Maddy, we get it," Lidia stopped her daughter. "Daddy and I will try not to fight anymore, OK?" Madison nodded her head.

"Mommy and Daddy...what does fuck mean?"