Big thanks to Katie for writing the ending!

Lilian sighed for what seemed like the twentieth time in the past ten minutes, forcing a smile she glanced up at the man in front of her.

"So I was thinking, maybe one time you could come by the studio and we can work on a track together?"

Resisting the urge to rolls her eyes while keeping her voice calm, she spoke up. "Look Kevin...uh K-Fed, I really appreciate it, but our genres are way too different for that."

He stepped closer to her, the little blonde frowning when her back came in contact with the wall. "Well, then it'll just be something we'll have to work on." He reached forward, trailing a finger along her cheek. Lilian turned her head quickly, her eyes searching the surrounding area in hopes of someone coming over to pull her away.

"I just don't think it'll work, I'm sorry."

He started to reply, stopping short when a hand came down hard on his shoulder. The rapper winced, turning around to face Cena.

"Hey man, holding up okay?"

"Just fine, but uh, I'm kinda in the middle of something here if you don't mind."

"Actually, I do mind." John reached forward, taking Lilian's left hand in his. "You see that ring there? It means she's off-limits, and if that's not enough, well take into consideration the fact that I'm the one who bought it for her."

Kevin frowned in disapproval. "I see, alright then. I'll be leaving now." And with that, he scurried off.

Lilian hugged John, thankful for his appearance. "Thank you so much. I thought he'd never leave me alone."

He smiled, rubbing his hands up and down her back. "Don't worry about it. He is one grungy looking man."

She nodded and pulled away, immediately slapping him on the arm. "Spearing Britney," she quoted, scoffing.

"What?!" John asked, confused at her sudden change in attitude.

"I can't believe you said that tonight!"

He shook his head. "Lil, I'm sorry, but it's what I came up with, plus it sounded good."

She crinkled her nose before nodding her head. "It's okay, I suppose. It was at least better than the lines Kevin was trying to use on me." Her arms went back around his neck. "And by the way? Thanks for not killing him just then; I know it must have been hard for you."

He wrapped his arms around her waist, and smirked. "It was fine, I know he's not a competition anyway."

"Oh really? I don't know John, he is kinda cute..." She trailed off, unable to contain her laughter any longer. "Okay, even I can't say that with a straight face!"

John chuckled and pulled back, taking her hand instead as they started down the hall. "And for the record, I wouldn't want to spear Britney...ever!"

"Are you sure you don't want to go back home, John?"

"Lilian, I'm here, in Mexico, I'm not turning around and leaving. I am fine. You go and have fun, mingle with the stars, eat cocktails, what ever it is you Spanish people do."

She stared at him and then turned to fix her hair again in the mirror. "Are you sure? You really don't have to stay here. I know it can't be that fun."

"I swear to you, I'll be fine. I can go down to the bar and have myself some real Tequila."

She rolled her eyes, and went to sit on the bed to put on her stilettos. "Just don't drink the water unless it's bottled."

"Yes Mom and I promise to be in by 12."

"11:30," she replied in a serious voice.

"Huh?"

"You have to be in at 11:30." She shrugged, attempting to walk past him. "It's the cracka curfew!" She laughed as he reached out grabbing her around her waist.

"You're horrible, you know that?"

"You know, I've been told that once or twice, but I never listened." She pulled away from his grasp and went to look herself over again in the mirror. "John," she said in a half whine, "Do I look okay?"

"Seriously?" he asked, dumbfounded by her question.

"Yes, seriously!"

When she faced him again, he took her hands and drew her up where he was sitting on the couch, in between his legs. "You look amazing, Lil. I don't see why you don't wear things like this on Monday nights."

She made a face, picking at invisible lent on the black dress. "I feel like Amy, only without the fear that something might fall out."

He laughed and shook his head. "You look perfect, don't worry about it."

She shook her head, chewing on her lip. "Come on John, you and I both know this dress would look better on someone who could actually fill it out properly! I'm not very endowed in certain areas, especially compared to the others."

"Wanna know the funny thing though?"

She glanced up at him with a slight nod before her eyes went back to the floor.

John leaned up, forcing her to look at him. "You look a 100 times better than the other girls would. And honestly, one of the things I love most about you is that you're real, that's something you should be proud of - especially in this business."

Lilian sighed, unable to keep herself from rambling. "You're just saying that because you love me. Honestly, if you had a chance to be with one of the other girls, wouldn't you take it?"

"Honestly, no I wouldn't. Now stop being so hard on yourself, you look amazing, baby."

She shrugged. "I guess."

"C'mon Lil, why don't you like it?"

"The truth?"

"The truth."

"Well, I know I don't normally say this, so you can't get mad. But this makes me look fat!"

He snorted and started laughing, stopping when he saw the serious look on her face. "Lilian, you don't look fat!"

"I do too! This dress doesn't fit me right. It looks like I got it from some maternity store at the mall!"

"Yeah, if anybody says that, you just tell them that this dress only cost you twelve hundred dollars," he answered knowingly."

"Actually...it didn't cost me anything. Now, my wonderful fiancée on the other hand is the one who spent all that money."

John chuckled and rubbed her hips. "Now that's the Lilian I love. Go on, you should probably get going."

She nodded and leaned down pressing her lips to his. "Love you, John."

"I love you too, Lil." He climbed to his feet, taking her hand before walking her out to the car that was waiting for her.

After the show was over, and she returned to the hotel, Lilian bounded into the room. She jumped on the bed after kicking her shoes off and jumped on top of John who pretending to be asleep.

"Get up, pendejo! I know you watched the show…because if you didn't, you're going to be in a lot of trouble."

"So are you if you don't quit bouncing around in that dress," he said finally. He grinned and got a grip on her hips. "How was it?"

"Oh it was great! I got to meet all those people. Ah, it was amazing! I want to be on a show like this soon, but I want to be on it getting an award, not just watching. I want to present someone with an award."

"How were your seats?"

"Fantastic! Didn't you see me?"

"Of course I did!"

She laughed, climbing to her feet. "You're just saying that, aren't you?"

He flashed her an innocent grin. "Of course I'm not."

"Yeah, yeah." She reached into her bag, grabbing out something to sleep in before heading into the bathroom. She re-emerged a few minutes later, settling down on the bed with him. "Have I ever mentioned just how nice Shakira is?"

"You mean you met her again?" John pouted, opening his arms so that she could settle against him. "When are you going to bring me along, hmm?"

She laughed resting comfortably against his chest. "Poor thing, maybe next time."

"Hmpfh, you said that last year!"

She craned her neck to look at him. "I didn't go last year."

"Well, you'll probably say it next year!"

Lilian rolled her eyes. "Okay John, whatever you say."

He sniffed and got off the bed. "I have to use the little boys' room," he announced, walking into the bathroom and shutting the door.

Lilian sat up and looked around the room. Her eyes landed on the pillows that were on the bed and she got an idea. Grabbing the pillow, she stood up and rolled it into a circular shape before stuffing it under the t-shirt she had on. She made sure John was still doing whatever it was he was doing and then moved for the mirror, giggling quietly.

John walked quietly out of the room, arching a brow as he looked over at Lilian. He walked up behind her, slipping his arms around her waist. "Whatcha doin'?"

She jumped, not noticing him till now. "I uh...I was just pretending?" She ducked her head blushing. "Stupid, I know."

He moved one hand to rest on her stomach. "You know, you look gorgeous like this. All that's missing is that pretty glow girls get when they're pregnant. But uh, Lil...are you trying to tell me something?"

Lilian glanced up at him in confusion. "Huh?"

"I mean, first saying your dress looked like a maternity dress, and now this. Are we..."

"Oh goodness, no. You and I both know we're not ready for that. Besides, if I ever thought I was, you'd know right away."

"Okay," he said grinning.

She looked away, still trying to hide the red in her cheeks. Reaching under the shirt, she pulled the pillow out and threw it on the bed. "That was lame, huh?"

"Aw, of course not," he answered, putting his finger under her chin so she was forced to look at him.

"Hmm, well I felt lame doing it."

"Then why'd you do it?"

"Wise ass." She stood up on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek.

"I'm not a wise ass! It was a serious question."

"Whatever Johnathon!" She walked back over to the bed, crawling under the covers.

"See, that's not fair. You need to stop going by your full name so I can use it against you."

"Now why on Earth would I do that?"

He scowled, climbing in bed beside her. "Because I said so."

She smirked over at him. "Like I said, why?"

"And I'm the wise ass, ha!"

He watched her cheeks slowly return to their normal color, then softly asked, "So why did you do it?"

Lilian sighed, shaking her head. "I just… John I'm thirty-three years old. I'm not getting any younger. I just… I want to have kids. Eventually. But I'm worried if I wait too long, it'll be too late."

"Lil… I thought we agreed that it's not the right point in our careers," John pointed out softly.

"So what? You don't want kids?"

"I didn't say that, Lilian," he replied gently. "I do want kids. But I'm just worried about your music career if that were to happen. If you were to have kids."

"Then maybe my music career isn't worth it."

"Lilian. Do you mean to tell me that you'd seriously give up twenty-five plus years of singing for kids?" John asked.

"I… I don't know, John. I really don't know."

John nodded slightly, simply sitting there in silence for a few long moments. It wasn't until he noticed a few silent tears rolling down her cheeks that he moved closer to her, wrapping his arms around her shaking frame.

"Shh… it's gonna be okay, Lil. Whatever happens, happens. It's best not to dwell on it. Okay?"

"Okay," she agreed tearfully. "I'm sorry… I just get emotional when it comes to kids. And seeing the kids there tonight at the show…"

"You don't need to explain, Lil," John said, resting his forehead against her, chastely kissing her.

"I know…" Lilian trailed off tiredly. "Can we just go to bed, John?"

"Of course, Lilian." He lay down, gently guiding her down as well. "I love you."

"I love you too. More than anyone in this world."