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I was walking the halls as usual, getting everything set up for Raw that started in a few hours. The girls were running around like headless chickens. Each were fighting over the make-up table or the curling iron for their hair. I had a clipboard in one hand and my phone burning my ear in the other. I had Alicia screaming in my ear about her missing wrestling attire. I didn't want to be dealing with her at all.

"I'm not the one who should be running around trying to find my clothes Miss Thing. It's your job!"
"It's not my job to run around after your petty little requests"
"My petty requests?" I pulled the phone from my ear as her screech battered against my ear drum, I'd had enough.
"Do you know what Alicia, why don't you go and find your own damn attire. I've got bigger problems then you!" I ended the call in a huff shoving the phone back into my pocket. "Eurgh, bitch."

To be honest I'd been feeling as sick as dog the past couple of days, and I didn't have to really wonder why. I knew why. Lindsey had bought me a test as soon as we'd left the doctor's office and I'd been debating on whether or not to take a test and confirm that I was pregnant but I was too scared. I wanted John to be with me, but I hadn't spoken to him since I'd kissed him.

I hated to admit it but I was scared. I'd begun to regret doing it at all, even though it was a great kiss it wasn't the right time. It was stupid, but it had awoken a fire in my stomach. I took a deep breath and went into my office. It was nothing fancy, just a small room with a desk and chair and somewhere to put my bag.

I sat down on the chair and took off my shoes, my feet were killing me. I wished I hadn't worn such high heels today. I stared at my bag wondering whether or not to take the test. It had been sitting there for a week. Lindsey and Max had flown back home a few days ago, still going along with the agreement that they got on with their lives.

"Screw it." I grabbed the test from my bag and went to the bathroom. After it was done I set the test on the side and waited for what seemed like a lifetime. I turned my back to it leaning against the sinks. My heart was racing faster then a rabbit's. I wanted John here, I needed him to hold my hand while I waited. I decided that no matter the result I'd go and speak to him. He was my best friend after all.

A best friend I'd had a crush on since I'd first met him. I looked at my watch, time was up. All I had to do was turn around and look at the stick. That was all I had to do. I heard the door open and I quickly grabbed the stick trying to hide it as best as possible.

I looked to see Alicia Fox walk in her face in a mask of smugness. "Oh, hello Pixie." I wanted to hit her.

"Hello Alicia. I was just leaving." I went for the door, but Alicia had grabbed my arm. The one holding the stick. Ah, damn.

She smiled at me. I wanted to really hit her now but my stomach had dropped. "Well, well. What do we have here? Has Miss Perfect gone and got herself pregnant? Tut, tut."

"That is none of your business. Now let me go." I yanked my arm out of her grip and stormed out the bathroom heading straight for my office. Damn. Alicia was going to tell everyone. Shit. I might not even be pregnant. My hand shook as I looked at the test. 2 lines for positive, 1 for negative.

My heart pounded still, 2 lines. I was pregnant. I was going to carry my brother and his wife's baby. My life was going to change now. My eyes stung with tears, I didn't know if I was happy or sad. I guess I was a little of both. I sunk back into my chair and just sobbed. I knew my make-up was going to run, but as long as no one saw me I was okay with looking like the bride of Frankenstein.

It took me a couple of minutes to calm down but when I did I took out my phone and dialled my brothers number. It rang for a while before he picked up. "Max Ryan speaking."
"Still not checking the numbers before answering your phone?"
"Pixie, hey. I'm glad you called I've been worried." That's new.
"Yeah, I just called to give you some news… I'm pregnant. It worked."
"Oh my god. Are you serious? You're not kidding around are you Pix? This is for real?" I had to smile, he was really happy. And I'd done that for him, god knows how Lindsey was going to react. I didn't want to think about it, I don't think my ear drums could handle it. "You really don't understand how happy you have made me."
"I think I do. I'm glad I can do this for you. But the agreement still stands okay?"
"You got it. Thank you so much, for this. I love you little sister." I felt another sob break from my throat. "Are you crying?"
"No, no it's okay, I'm fine, hormones I suspect. So, you go and give Lindsey the good news and I'll speak to you soon."

I hung up with the feeling I was going to cry again. It didn't take long and soon the tears started flowing. I cursed again knowing my make up was probably run down my cheeks even worse then before. I felt stupid but, my brother had said he loved me. It felt refreshing to know that he did, and that I wasn't just a host for his baby.

I took a deep breath and calmed my nerves, I was going to be okay. I could do this, I knew I was going to be strong enough. Just then a knock vibrated on the door, I quickly dived for my bag and grabbed a baby wipe rubbing at my eyes. "Come in!" I didn't look at the door as it opened just continued to wipe my eyes, trying to rid myself of streaming mascara.

"Hey, baby." I turned and my heart leapt a little. John Cena stood at my door twisting his cap between his fingers. He looked nervous, like he didn't know what to say. Truthfully neither did it. I smiled at John trying to show that I hadn't been crying. "Have you been crying?" It didn't work, John strode over to me, taking the wipe from my hands and wiping away my remaining make-up.

"Yeah, it's just something silly."

"Well it can't be if it's made you cry, I've never seen you cry." I tried laughing it off. But it didn't work and I started crying again. I never usually cried. I'm used to being tough. John held me close to his chest and let me cry for a while and just muttered soothing words.

"I'm sorry John it's just… well…"

"Well what Pixie?" I nodded over to the table where the test lay. John took one look at it and knew why I was upset. "You did it Pix. When?"

"Last week. I've been meaning to take the test for a few days but just put it off. I did it tonight. And I'm pregnant. I guess you could say I'm week pregnant, if you start from when the egg was implanted."

"Have you told your brother?"

"Yeah, he was so happy."

"Are you?"

I took a deep breath, "I don't know. On the one hand I'm so happy I can do this for my brother. He's my family and if helping him and his wife have a baby is what he wants then I'll do it for him. But on the other hand I'm sad because I know how hard it's gonna be once I give birth. And I'm scared. Really scared of what people are going to think. I wont be able to hid it forever."

"Pixie, listen to me, it doesn't matter what other people think. You are doing something so amazing it shouldn't matter what people say. It takes a strong person to do this, and to me you are strong enough."

"You really think so?"

"I know so baby. Come here." I wrapped my arms tight around John's solid waist, being in his arms made me feel safe and comforted like it always did. The smell of his aftershave was addictive. I could of stayed hugging him forever. All to soon he pulled away, I felt myself wanting to touch him again so I folded my arms. "Now, I got to go and get ready, are you gonna be okay?"

"Yeah, fine. I'll keep myself busy." I watched as John stared at me for a second. My heart jumped to my throat. The way he looked at me was intense, I was tempted to look away but didn't. Then John leaned in a kissed me. A simple kiss on the lips before winking at me and walking away. I felt my insides explode with excitement. I wanted to run after him, to grab him and never let go.

And from that moment on I realised I was in love with John Cena. And what damn unlucky timing.