Distribution: Ask and you shall receive.

Notes: See previous chapters. This story has a good 3 or 4 more chapters to it. So it's coming to an end soon (Probably my first chapter fic to end lol). I am debuting however on writing a sequel. So we'll see what happens. I hope you like. This chapter really didn't have much angst, but it won't remind happy for long. I'm also currently in the process of re-writting the first chapter. Thank you for the reviews, guys! They mean alot.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the recognizible characters.

Chapter Two

How do you tell someone that they're the father of your baby? Sure to a normal person this is a simple question to answer. For me, it isn't as simple. You see the father of my baby hates me. For reasons I'm not really sure of. He's just been distant and cruel. I suppose it is all my fault though. I should have listened to my friends when they told me about Randy Orton. More appropriately I should have listened to Stacy and John. Stacy had been in a relationship with him before, although she never really told me the reasoning behind their spilt up. And John, well he had been his best friend once upon a time. I didn't want to believe him. I thought he was jealous, but he was just looking out for me. "Babe..." John called. I turned my attention to him. He opened the passenger door for me. Worry clearly etched on his face. "We're here."

I offered a small smile and he helped me out. I'm six months pregnant now and he was among the few who refused to let me do anything on my own. The list extended to Matt and Jeff Hardy, Dawn Marie, Stacy, Benoit, Jericho, Mysterio, Lilian, Eddie and the list can go one if I really thought about it.

I was really grateful for them but sometimes it could be a bit too much. Although with this pregnancy I was confined either to John's locker room or the diva's with a constant watcher, since I really didn't want to remain alone in my house.

John knocked me out of my thoughts as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me close. "What's wrong?" He asked softly as we walked towards the hospital for my check-up.

I couldn't help but sigh as I wrapped my arms around my body. "Just thinking." I knew John was looking at me to continue and like always I gave in. "I should really tell him."

I felt him tense. Whenever I made mention of Randy, he'd suddenly go into protective mood. I never really fully understood why. Glancing up I saw the sore expression on his face.

"It's up to you." He spoke coldly. I know it wasn't directed to me but I couldn't help the shiver that ran through my body. "It's your baby..."

"And his." I probably shouldn't have said that but it's the truth.

John sighed as he ran his free hand through his hair, "Sure..." Before he could continue we entered the hospital and silently made our way to the elevator. Once inside he continued, "Ya sure ya want him to know?"

"He deserves to know." I replied.

"He don't deserve nothin'." John nearly snapped. He sighed again. "He's done nothin' but hurt ya since he walked out on ya."

I sighed. God how I hated when we had these talks. "But John..."

"Look like I said it's your decision. Imma be here for ya either way." I nodded and he pulled me closer, kissing the top of my head. "But I'll be damned if he hurts you again."

"I know John."

He smiled and pulled me out of the elevator as soon as the door opened. We both greeted the nurse at the front desk as he signed me in. We didn't have to wait too long before my names as called and we were taken to on of the room in the back.

"Mr. Cena it's good to see you again." The doctor said as he entered, "You missed the last appointment."

John smiled sheepishly from his seat beside me. "Yeah, well I had work and wasn't able to make it with her."

Doctor Jones nodded and turned to me with a smile. "And how are we feeling?"

"Like a beach whale." I grumbled, causing the doctor to laugh. I watched as he put gloves on and lifted my shirt enough to expose my big belly. I tried not to flinch as he put the cold gel on my stomach.

"Did we decide on whether you finally want to know the sex of the baby?" I nodded. "Good now just watch the sonogram to see your baby."

John and I both looked. I couldn't help the smile that formed at the beautiful image. The doctor spoke telling us that we, well I, were expecting a healthy baby girl. He pointed out the facts to John when he questioned the doctor on being sure that it wasn't a boy.

I couldn't help but laugh. Other then me he was the most excited about the baby and it wasn't even his. The rest of the check-up went smoothly. I was healthy, the baby was healthy. Everything was fine. After setting up another check-up at the desk we left to return home.