CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

After a few minutes, Randy pulled away from me slightly and gently brushed the hair back from my face.

"You have to tell John, Becka." he said softly. "He has a right to know."

"I know he does." I nodded. "But how am I supposed to tell him something like that?"

"John's a good guy and he loves you a lot." Randy reassured me. "Just tell him straight. I'm sure he'll be supportive."

"What if he isn't?" I said, tears building in my eyes again. "What if he doesn't want anything to do with me, or the baby?"

"But what if he does?" Randy said. "You'll never know unless you talk to him, will you?"

I wiped the tears from my face with the back of my hand. "Yeah." I said. "I guess you're right."

"I'm always right." Randy replied with a smirk. I just laughed at him and shook my head. "Promise me you're gonna go out there and talk to him, Becka."

I nodded. "I promise." I turned and looked in the mirror. "Just give me a couple of minutes to straighten myself out."

"Alright." Randy agreed. He walked over and wrapped his arms around me. He squeezed me tightly and kissed the top of my head. "And I promise, no matter what John's reaction is, you're never going to be on your own. You've always got me." he whispered to me.

I pulled out of Randy's arms and smiled up at him. "Thanks, Randy." I said. "What would I do without you?"

"Well, you don't have to worry about that, do you?" he smiled back. "I'll tell John that you'll be out in a minute, yeah?"

I just nodded and turned the cold tap on.

I heard Randy leave, closing the bathroom door behind him, as I looked up in to the mirror and sighed deeply.

"I can do this." I said to myself. "I can tell him. It's only John."

I cupped my hands under the running water and splashed it on my face. I reached over and took a towel, drying myself and taking another deep breath. I closed my eyes and gathered as much of my composer as I could, before walking towards the door. I reached out and gripped the handle. I paused for a moment, then just shook my head clear and forced myself to turn the handle.

John looked up at me when he heard the bathroom door open. He was seated on the couch, but immediately rose to his feet when I entered. He smiled softly at me and took a step forward. I looked away from him, the nervousness setting in and making me feel sick.

"Are you okay?" John asked, moving a little closer to me.

I took a deep breath and bit down on my bottom lip. "Yeah...I'm fine."

There was a long pause. We both just stood there, not knowing what to say or do. John's eyes were fixed on me, but I tried with everything I had to look away from him. I couldn't bare to look at him because I knew that if I did, my heart would melt.

"Becka..." John finally said. "I...I...ummm." I couldn't help but look up at him, his apparent nervousness making me smile. I never thought I'd see John Cena lost for words. He glanced at me, his eyes landing on mine. John just looked at me for a minute before he sighed and walked across the floor, closing the gap between us. He reached up and placed both his hands on the side of my face, then leaned in and pressed his lips gently against mine. His kiss was so soft and tender, and, although my mind was screaming at me that I shouldn't, I couldn't keep myself from returning it. When he pulled away, John rested his forehead against mine and smiled.

"I needed that." he whispered. I just laughed and took his hands in mine.

"John, we really need to talk now." I said to him, leading him back over to the couch. I took a seat and pulled him down to sit next to me. "There's something I really need to tell you."

"No, please..." he said softly, placing his fingertips against my lips. "Let me talk first." He lowered his hand, grasping mine tightly. "I want to explain about that woman you saw me with that night."

He looked up at me, his eyes pleading for me to listen to what he had to say. I just sighed and nodded.

"She was just a girl that I know from back in Massachusetts." John began. "We were quite close friends in high school. She's been having some trouble with her boyfriend recently and she didn't know who else to turn to...so she came to me. She just wanted someone to talk to...someone that would understand. I swear to you, that's all it was. We just talked, nothing else happened."

I didn't respond for a moment, I just let what John had told me sink in. I sighed and looked up at John, squeezing his hand.

"It's okay, John." I said quietly. "I probably just over reacted..."

"No...no, it wasn't you're fault." John reassured me. "I would've done the same if I'd seen you with another guy that I didn't know." I just smiled as he slid closer to me on the couch. "Rebekah, I want to be with you, okay? Nobody else...just you. I love you."

I rested my hand on his chest and leaned in, placing a quick kiss on his lips. "I love you as well, John." I smiled. "But..." I quickly said, pushing him back a little when he went to kiss me again. "There's something you need to know before we do anything."

"What is it, baby?" John asked, looking confused.

"Umm...you remember that night that we...ummm...spent together?"

"Yeah." John smiled. "What about it?"

"Well...I...ummm...I..." I tried to speak, but the words just weren't coming.

"Becka, you can tell me. Just say it." John reassured me, smiling softly.

"Okay." I said, shifting in my seat to face John more. "John...I..." I closed my eyes, not daring to look at him. I took a deep breath and forced the words out of my mouth. "I'm...I'm pregnant."

Sorry guys, you'll have to wait for the next chapter to find out what John's reaction is! Hee hee:P R&R please!