Title: Nothing Can Tear Us Apart
Rating: R
Pairing/Character(s): John Cena / Brianna
Summary: The stress starts to take a visible toll on Brianna
Warnings: cursing, hints of sex later on
Length: Medium
Word Count: 1,063
Chapter #: (13/50)
WIP or Complete: Work In Progress
Author's Note: Holy Crap! I updated again! Yeah I'm sorry there seemed to have been that year long break between chapters, I totally didn't mean to do that at all. I just go through phases with writing and apparently this story got left fairly easily. But that's going to chage, hopefully, and I'm going to start working on this since I've got a HUGE break during classes on Tuesday & Thursday. Which is why I'm updating again. Enough of my life story, enjoy!

"Randy what's wrong?" Brianna asked worriedly as John held her down to stop her from flipping out.

"Shane's GM again next week!" Randy said throwing his hands up in the in defeat as he took a seat next to Mickie. "Apparently the ratings where so high that Vince wanted to do it again."

"That or Vince wants Shane to punish us even more," Brianna said spitefully.

"I just hope Kenny has nothing to do about this," Mickie said looking around for her fiancé "I can just imagine what Shane will make him do."

"Look let's not worry about this," John said seriously "It's a week away, and let's not worry about it. If we dwell on this we'll make it worse."

"Wise for your age John," Randy said clapping him on his shoulder.

"Shut up Randall," John said blushing as Mickie and Brianna giggled to each other.

For the rest of the day John and Brianna stayed in their hotel room. Brianna was getting worse morning sickness spells and John didn't want to be out on the town when one occurred. John sighed as he took a seat at the end of the bed as he looked at the closed bathroom door. Brianna had been hidden behind the bathroom door for the last hour. John was starting to be worried about her. Every time he tried to go into the bathroom to check on her she shooed him away. Slowly getting off the bed he walked over to the bathroom door and knocked again.

"Bri, babe, let me in please," He said slowly, after a few minutes he heard a click as he opened the door. "Oh Bri."

Brianna was sitting next to the tub, her face completely pale. She smiled up at him as he took a seat next to her. Wrapping his arm around her shoulders he pulled he closer toward him as she rested her head on his shoulder.

"I'm fine," She said quietly "It's just a rough patch I'll be fine when we're on the road."

"I know you will be," He said kissing the top of her head "I just hate seeing you like this you know? It is my fault this happened."

"No it's not," She said shaking her head "Look it takes two to tango John."

"I know," He said hugging her close "Let's get you to bed baby."

"Carry me," Brianna said quietly.

"Of course," John smiled getting up slowly she wrapped her arms around his neck as he picked her up from the cold floor. "Let me order you some soup."

"I'm not even sure that I could hold that down," Brianna laughed quietly as John put her on the bed.

"Try," He smiled kissing her forehead "For me."

"I'll do anything for you," She said kindly.

"This is turning out to be easy," Shane grinned as he leaned back in his chair. He was sitting across his father in the main conference room in the headquarters of WWE. He had flown up to meet his after the successful RAW. "She's going to be away from John quicker than I planned."

"Now don't get carried away with yourself," Vince smiled slowly.

"But Dad," Shane said sitting up quickly looking at his father intently "I've got half the locker room saying some nasty things about her. I've got the audience believing her baby is mine, how can I not get carried away?"

"You still have to deal with John, Randy, Shawn, Stephanie--"

"I know I know," He said waving it off "Look I can get past them. I've done it so far so I don't know what the big deal is."

"The big deal is every one of those individuals will do anything, and I mean anything to keep John and Brianna together and that baby safe." Vince said slowly.

"Don't complicate things for me," Shane frowned taking a sip out of his bottle of water.

"You did that yourself," Vince laughed slowly.

"Yeah well what are we going to do next week since you're coming back?" Shane asked slowly twirling in his chair.

"We will keep up with what you're doing," He said nodding "Except we can't put Brianna in anymore matches! We can't afford to have John leave us."

"I know I know," Shane said waving that off as well. "What I was thinking of doing is having backstage segments with lovey dovey shit and Brianna accompanying me to the ring."

"We're safe with that," He said nodding "Well that's fine with me. What do you have planned for John when he comes back?"

"Pure hell," Shane grinned "Since Brianna, Mickie and sadly Kenny will be gone so John won't have as many people to support him."

"What are you going to do? Make him go against everyone?" Vince supplied.

"That's not a half bad idea," Shane said slowly.

"John," Brianna said quietly as she shook his shoulder. He had spent half of the night staying up with her because she couldn't sleep. She told him to just go to sleep but he refused. She went to bed around three in the morning while she knew John stayed up later. "C'mon baby get up."

"What time is it?" He asked groggily as he looked over his shoulder at her.

"It's past noon," She said quietly leaning against the head bored. "We've got the entire day to ourselves again."

"Half the day now," He grinned sleepily at her.

"Smart ass," She sighed.

"You still feeling bad?" He asked quickly turning around and sitting up.

"I've felt worse," She said as he pulled her close.

"Soup?" He smiled

"No more soup," She laughed "It's going to start coming out of my ears."

"Odd sight that would be," He said winking at her.

"Can we just stay in bed and not worry about anything?" Brianna asked quietly looking up at John.

"I don't see why not, means I wouldn't have to change," John laughed.

"You're going to stay in your boxers all day? Well that's different," She said slowly.

"You're welcome to strip down to your skivvies too you know," He said beaming down at her.

"You've lost it," She said moving away from him. "You're not going to see me in my personals any time soon."

"And why not?" John asked seriously.

"You know how I feel, no one's going to see me out of sweat pants and baggy shirts for seven more months," She said sternly. "And there is nothing you can do about that."