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Summary: John has been sentenced to two consecutive life terms in prison and away from the woman he loves. Trish is adapting to life without John, trying to stay strong for the sake of their newfound love. Can they survive the ultimate test to their relationship, one that neither of them expects or is prepared to fight?

Take what's left
Of this man
Make me whole
Once again

The doctor came out of the emergency room doors, the same as so many times before it seemed and walked directly up to Shawn, who had been pacing like a madman awaiting some word on Trish and the babies. He had been in New York working on a business deal so it had only taken a few short hours after he had gotten the call to get here and he was glad in that moment that he could be.

"Are you the expectant father?" the doctor asked him and Shawn had to remain as serious as he could. He supposed that in another lifetime Trish Stratus and him could have been a couple but it really couldn't have been further from the truth in this case.

"No sir I am not but is there something you need to be able to work on her?"

Shawn had been here before of course, having the two babies with Rebecca, one of which had to be a c-section. He had to sign papers then to allow them to work because it had been an emergency, and in this case it proved to be no different.

"I need a legal guardian or the father to sign papers allowing us to do a c-section. As it turns out Ms. Stratus's immune system is fighting the drugs we are giving her and getting those babies out right now is a priority. She is not responding to any methods. Would you be able to sign the paperwork?"

He knew that in this case and only this cause it was up to him what to do with Trish's life and the lives of her two unborn babies. He also knew that with John being as drunk as he was when he called he would never make it here in time, sober or not to sign the damn things himself. He knew that in doing this it meant getting those babies out and too their mother as soon as possible so he immediately motioned for the paperwork so that he could sign.

As the doctor walked away with the paperwork, moving as fast as his legs could carry him he heard the call go out over the intercom for the move to the surgical suite where they would perform the c-section.

Looking up at the ceiling he did the only thing that he knew how to do in that moment and he got on his hands and knees and prayed that everything would end up turning out alright. He could not lose Trish here tonight, not only for himself as he prided himself on their newfound friendship, but for the sake of the babies and John. If she was not around to light up their lives then something truly tragic would have taken place. No one deserved to lose this woman.

It was a few hours later when he sat in the intensive care unit, the two bassinets beside him, willing the woman whose hand he held close to his heart to wake up. The babies had come into their lives unscathed and now it was time for their mother to wake up and do the same thing.

"Trish you need to wake up and see these two beauties. They look just like their mother, which I suppose if you looked like Cena is a good thing. They need you darling, even if you are just sleeping right now. Please come back for them, for all the people that love you."

He heard the door to the room open then and he turned around expecting yet another visit from the nurses or the rounds doctor. What he got instead was the sad and pitiful face of the man he had tried to call and who had acted like he hadn't cared.

John Cena.

"Well at least you still have some of the brain cells you were born with." Was all he said as the man came closer to the bed, examining the babies as he passed, noticing the pink and blue blankets, realizing that she had indeed had twins.

"Look Shawn, I know what an idiot I am alright. I couldn't see past my own hurt for one second to see that what happened hurt her too. Which was why she didn't tell me. But I am here, now anyway and I am going to do whatever it takes to make her come to us. That I can promise you."

Shawn searched his face, looking for some sort of crack that would say that everything that John was saying was just another lie to drag her back into his life yet again. When he found none, he knew the man meant business this time and was willing to give him one more shot. For the sake of his friendship with both of them he hoped that John would hold up to his end of the deal.

"Just remember, its not all about you and your hurt feelings anymore John. Its about Trish, and its about those two babies there. I suggest you start making your amends."

He walked from the room then, thankful that his words had gotten through to the younger man and also thankful that he hadn't gone through with his threat and called Jeff Hardy after all. If he had done then that then surely all hell would have broken loose. He was just glad that for however long it took him to get there, he had finally ended up where he belonged.

"Wish, if you can hear me at all you need to come back to me. I made a huge mistake but I'm here now."

He watched the machine, one he had been hooked up to not too long ago himself and felt the eerie feeling it left within him hearing the lone beeping it did with each and every beat of her heart. She was alive in there somewhere and he hoped with everything in him that she could really hear him and come back to him.

He was right when he had told her he had made a mistake. When he found out from Jeff about that kiss he should never have acted the way he did, instead trying to figure out why it happened and if it had meant anything. Instead he had fought that and went ahead and pushed her away. He really hoped it wasn't too late for him.

He felt the brush of air on his skin and as he looked down he saw that she had moved her fingers until they sat just slightly on top of his. He wanted to scream in delight but knew that with the liquor in his system and the fact that this was a hospital, he wasn't going to be able to do it.

"It's me Wish, I'm here, open your eyes and look at me."

She did as he asked then and he was startled by the blue that shone back at him. It had been entirely too long since he had looked into these eyes and he thanked God that he was able to be here now to see it. She had never looked more beautiful to him as she did in that moment when she had come back from where she had been and right back into his life.

"The babies?" she slowly choked out, one word at a time, looking around the room for some sign of life.

"Are right behind me in their bassinets sleeping baby. They are just fine, healthy as horses. They are also going to be happier then I am to see their mother awake again, I can bet you that."

Is he really here right now or am I just dreaming this? She thought to herself, unsure of anything anymore. The last thing she remembered was calling 911 when her water broke and now she was in what looked to be a hospital room. John was sitting beside her and she had no idea how he had gotten there or why he had even come to begin with.

"You aren't dreaming it, I am here. I am just so damn sorry it took me so long to get here."

She saw the regret on his face and knew that he didn't mean the distance from Boston to Toronto, but more that he hadn't been there for the entire time she had been pregnant. He regretted his actions two months prior and she couldn't say she blamed him. But it had been her fault to begin with.

"You're here now. Can I see the babies please?"

John nodded and complied, passing her one baby at a time and watching as she took her time whispering to the both of them, love shining in her features. If there was one thing he knew now that he hadn't before it was that Trish was destined to be a mother. It radiated off of her and he was so proud he was able to give her just that small piece of her heart back

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