AN: Hey, guys, it's been a good ride. Here's the last chapter, tying up all the loose ends. Look out for my next fic, hopefully to be started up sometime next week. Read and review --Kiora Storm

Epilogue: Three Years Later...
Location: Miami, Fla.

Two and a half year-old Catherine, affectionately known to family and friends of as Mama, knew she shouldn't have walked away from her mother. Catherine was bored, and her mom was talking to Auntie Lilian. You couldn't blame the small child for wanting to get away from grown-up conversation. So she started a game of hide-and-seek with her mom without actually telling her mom.

She traveled with her parents and quickly grew accustomed to the basic layout of sports arenas. They were all the same, so she decided that she wouldn't get lost if she started wandering. Catherine walked around the arena confidently, much like her father, but the clear blue eyes she inherited from him were filled with fear. She kept wandering until she saw two familiar men exit a room.

"What's up, Mama?" Vince McMahon asked as he crouched down to give the girl a high five. Catherine, remembering the feuds her father sometimes had with this man, did not respond to his gesture. Instead, she turned to the man next to him.

"Uncle Shawn!" she squealed and motioned for him to pick her up. He acquiesced, lifting his goddaughter into comforting arms. He could tell that she was anxious from being separated from her mom.

"Hey, Mama," Shawn Michaels said and kissed his goddaughter. "Where's your mommy? Why are you wandering out here alone?"

"I'm a big girl, Uncle Shawn," Catherine replied. "I can get back to my mommy; I know what arenas look like."

"I know you do," Michaels conceded, "but you still shouldn't be out here alone. Now where's your mommy and why aren't you with her?"

"Umm. We were playing hide and go and seek." Wide blue eyes shone with innocence.

Shawn reprimanded the young child, "Uh-uh, I don't think so, sweetie. I bet your mommy is worried right now. She'd never let you wander alone."

"There you are!" Maria Kanellis came running up, scooping up her daughter from the embrace of her godfather and into outstretched arms. "You had me so worried! Why'd you run off like that? What if you didn't find people you knew? Oh, baby." She held Catherine close and kissed her light brown curls.

"Thanks for finding her, Shawn," Maria sighed. "I don't know what made her run off like that."

"No problem. I know how kids are; they get restless easily. She said something about hide and seek?"

"Oh, God. She loves playing that with John. I don't know if she knows that you need other people to play. Oh goodness, I'd love to stay and talk, but we have to go. John wanted to see Catherine, but she apparently started a game of hide and seek. I'll talk to you after the taping."

Shaquille O'Neal was saying that John Cena had something good going for him as Maria and Catherine Cena walked into the superstar's locker room.

"Yeah, I don't let it get to my head, man. I keep it grounded, y'know. I have to think of my family," John replied.

"Good for you, man. Good for you," Shaq replied. "And always make good decisions with movies and music and anything else you branch off into. You don't want to have any regrets down the road."

"Yeah, man, for sure," John said as Maria and Catherine walked through the door. "Hey! It's my two favorite girls!"

"Hey, babe," Maria called as she walked towards her husband's side.

John kissed Maria tenderly, greeting her with a "Baby Girl." He relieved Maria of Catherine and kissed his daughter's nose, whispering "Mama." He was the one who started calling her "Mama." Whenever they were at home, he loved spending as much time as he could with his daughter. Though Catherine traveled with them, hotel rooms and locker rooms weren't the most ideal settings to let a two-year-old play house. He had a fairy tale house built, where John played the dad and Catherine played the mom. Constantly calling her "Mama" let the play-name stick as a nickname.

John took a step back, away from memory lane, leaving enough space to introduce his small family to the Miami Heat star.

"This is my wife, Maria," John began. Shaq replied that it was nice to meet her and hugged her. "And this is my daughter, Catherine," Cena finished.

Shaq took her tiny hand in his, shaking it and asking, "What's up, Mama?" He brought a small smile to her otherwise wary demeanor. "All right, man, you're family is here. I'll get going. See you later."

"Take care, man," Cena called as Shaq exited. He took out a plastic pink tea set from Catherine's toy bag, setting it and Catherine on the floor, allowing Catherine to play in the enclosed room under her parents' supervision.

An exhausted Cena flopped down on the couch, pulling Maria down with him. He lay across the length of the couch, one leg propped up against the back of the couch and the other over the edge, his foot on the floor. Maria settled between his legs, nestling against his broad chest. Cena pulled her up to meet his lips, kissing her full on the mouth.

"I wish I could stay like this forever," Cena whispered when he broke away.

"Mmm, that'd be nice," Maria replied, eyes still closed in bliss.

Doubtful that this perfect existence was actually real, Cena held Maria more tightly, his breath tickling her ear. "I love you. You know that, right?"

"Of course."

They lay content there, no words necessary to express how they felt. The silence was soon broken by Catherine Cena's voice.

"Here, Uncle Eddie," she chirped. "We can have a tea party!"

Maria's eyebrows furrowed in worry. She looked at John, who asked, "Mama, who are you talking to?"

"Uncle Eddie, Daddy. He's really fun! He says you were good friends," Catherine gushed.

Maria pushed herself off of John, sitting up on the couch. She glanced fretfully at her daughter before turning to her husband. "She has an imaginary friend? And he was friends with you, too? Your childhood imaginary friend was real and is now friends with our daughter? Should I be worried?"

"Um, I don't know yet," John answered back. "Mama," he called, "tell me about Eddie and why you call him 'Uncle.'"

"Uncle Eddie's so much fun!" she prattled. "He plays pranks on all the other wrestlers, and no one sees him doing it. Like when he hid Mr. McMahon's tanning lotion, and he got really, really mad. Oh, and he says you were good friends. He's sorry that he didn't get a chance to tell you, Daddy, but he says he misses you and wrestling and talking about cars. And he misses fighting about how much you should pimp out your low-low. He says Uncle Rey-Rey has his cars now, but he wanted you to have one. He calls her 'Mari-Carmen.'"

"Eddie?" John breathed. He could feel the spirit of Eddie Guerrero in the room; he was thoroughly shocked to find out that his daughter was in contact with his deceased friend.

Catherine continued, "He says La Raza needs to live on and you need to name the new baby after him and let him wrestle like you, Daddy!"

Maria whipped her head around to face her daughter. "How did she know I'm pregnant?" she wondered.

"New baby?" John inquired as he turned Maria's head to face him.

"Oops! I'm sorry Uncle Eddie!" Catherine exclaimed, turning to the invisible figure next to her. "No, don't go! We didn't get to finish playing tea party." She pouted.

"I just found out a few days ago, and I was waiting for the right time to tell you. I guess now was the perfect time," Maria said to John.

"Are you serious?" John cried ecstatically. "We're going to have another baby?" He lifted his wife in his arms and swung her around in a circle. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he held her up. John kissed her softly once again, pulling back and touching his forehead with hers. "Oh, Baby. I love you."

"I love you too, John," Maria cooed.

A moment of silence passed before John asked, "Wait, wrestle like me? A boy? We're going to have a boy? Oh, I can teach him to rap and to fix cars. I can't do that with Cat. And I can hone him in the ways of the business, and teach him that Vince will be around forever. He'll learn to wrestle from an early age, of course, and I'll help with his booking, talking to Creative and Steph to get him good storylines…"

Maria shook her head as John continued speaking. Despite the trials they went through in trying to get together, it was all worth it in the end. She snuggled in closer to her husband's chest, listening to him talk about teaching his son to love the Red Sox.

"You mean Cubs, dear," she interrupted. He continued on about the Red Sox. Maria rolled her eyes and shook her head. She had the perfect life.