Okay, so I told a little lie, this isn't the last chapter. I wanted it to be but what i was going to add would have made it a really long chapter and I didn't want it to be, soooo enjoy everyone.

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Loneliness is the worst feeling in the world, knocking around in a house all by yourself with no one to talk to was making me feel like I was in prison, I was finding it pretty hard to get around now. It took me nearly a minute to get out of a chair and that left me exhausted and sweaty. I felt miserable and having no one to complain to was making that feeling even worse.

I found myself crying when it got to bad, then I'd get mad at myself for crying and that would just make it worse. I was stuck in a rut with no one to pull me out of it. I was 35 weeks pregnant now and all I wanted to do was get the baby out of me, but the thought of loosing the only comfort to me for the past 8 and a bit months made me want to run away.

I hadn't really thought about the after. And I should have. After the baby is born I have to give it to Lindsey and Max, because it's their child not mine, I was just the oven to their bun, what was I going to do afterwards, and not wanting to sound gross, I'd been noticing that my milk had developed. I wouldn't get to do the things you do once you've given birth. Like breastfeed.

Was I expected to just go about my life as if nothing had happened? Was it just suppose to go back to normal? Would I suppose be able to handle it. I knew what John would say if I said this all to him; 'You're strong baby, I know you can do. You can do anything you set your mind to Pixie. Everything will be fine.' Yeah, that's probably what he would say, and I didn't want to hear it.

I hadn't actually spoken to John since I'd come home for my due date. Vince had been really understanding and even given me extra time off to recover, my assistant knew what she was suppose to do so well that Vince had joked about giving her my job, I'd cried like an idiot thinking that he was serious, Vince had to send someone to get John to calm me down.

I hadn't actually spoken to anyone in weeks and I missed the human contact. The only response I got to a question now was a swift kick or punch from the baby. It just wasn't good enough anymore, I'd actually kept the mailman at my door for half an hour just for someone to talk to. I guess I couldn't expect John or even Randy or Mel to drop everything just to talk to me.

But the least I'd expected was for Max or even Lindsey to call me, but I'd heard nothing from anyone. I sat on the windowsill of my bedroom and looked at the garden out back, most of my plants had died off while I'd been away but I'd managed to save some, it distracted me. I sighed for the 5th times that day and felt an annoyed kick from the baby twice. He or she obviously wanted me to cheer up. "Okay, little one, I'll try and be more happy." I rubbed my stomach and stood slowly.

I went downstairs and headed for my kitchen flicking on the kettle as I went. I wasn't allowed any coffee so I made myself a hot herbal tea and settled into chair resting my arms on the dining table. I was bored, bored, bored, I wanted to get out but hadn't the energy. What I really wanted was John.

I missed him so much it hurt I wanted nothing more then to hug him close to me and never let go, but he was working and I guess that's where he really should be. I was just about to drink my tea when there was a swift knock on the door, it took some effort but I got up and walked to the door.

I opened it and got the shock of my life, John Cena was standing at my door with a huge grin on his face so big his dimples were sticking out more then usual. I squealed and jumped into his arms holding on so tightly that I didn't think it were possible to let go. "How's my preggers Pixie?"

"John… I… I'm so glad you're here!"

"I wont be here much longer if you don't let go. I can't breathe!" I quickly let go and stepped back. Wow, he was even more beautiful then I realised. He took my breath away just by looking at me. "You've gotten bigger, how is that even possible?"

"I have no idea."

"You going to invite me inside or leave me standing in the cold all day?"

"Sorry, come in, make yourself at home." He stepped in and walked straight to my living room, throwing his overnight bag into the corner of the room and falling into the my sofa. He kicked his shoes off and rested them on my coffee table. He really was making himself at home. "I'm so glad you're here John, I've been going stir crazy here on my own."

"Well I missed you, so I pulled some strings with Vince and he gave me a couple days off from live shows and stuff to see you."

"You really are the best." I walked over and sat down next to him, John helping me.

"So how have you been holding up here on your own?"

"Not well if I'm perfectly honest, it's hard being here on my own. Now I know why I prefer staying at hotels."

"That bad huh?"

"Yeah, I haven't even heard from my brother in weeks."

"He not called or anything?"

"Nope. And strange as it sounds I miss him."

"I'm sure you'll see him soon." I ignored his last comment and switched the TV on. It was on the weather channel and we sat and watched it together for a little while. There was a storm warning and other boring stuff so I switched to the movie channels and settled on the Disney film 'Finding Nemo' childish but I did love the movie and so did John.

I laid into Johns arm and he wrapped it around me resting his hand lightly on my huge stomach. I was content enough that I could of stayed there all night. But 30 minutes later there was another knock on my door. "Who the fuck is that?" Another kick in my stomach letting me know the baby didn't appreciate my language.

I got up and went for the door again, I didn't think I could be more shocked when I opened the door and John was standing there. But when I opened it and saw my brother and Lindsey standing there I think my jaw dropped. The both had suitcases with them and twin expressions on their faces. They were grinning like their faces would break. "Max… Lindsey what are you two doing here?"

"I got a call from John telling me that he was coming here to see you, so me and Maxi-bear decided to pack our bags and come as well!" My mouth opened and closed, I didn't know what to think so I just acted excited.

"Well haul your shit in!" Another angry kick. The brought in their suitcases and I watched John shake hands with my brother and Lindsey hug him. Before I shut the front door I noticed some dark clouds coming over. I hated storms. I shut the door, locking it behind me and joined everyone. "So John, shall I be expecting anymore visitors?"

"No this should be it. Unless you have any secret boyfriends coming over?"

"In her condition I should hope not!" Lindsey came over and proceeded in rubbing, kissing and talking to my stomach. I looked over at my brother and John. Max was smiling at his wife and John was trying not to laugh. When Lindsey had finished I invited everyone to the kitchen. Where I started cooking, I needed to feed my unexpected guests.

We were all laughing and joking. Lindsey being her typical self, which surprisingly I was happy to be around, usually when she started I wanted to leave the room but today it just made me happy. Max was standing with his arm around her, every now and then he'd look at her and the look in his eyes would be such raw passion and love it made me jealous.

I was so happy to have company it was like I hadn't been alone at all. It felt like one big happy family, something I hadn't experience in years and it made my heart warm. I wanted to stay in this moment forever, it seemed like everything I'd pined for since my parents had died. Well all I wanted was my big brother to take care of me and he'd been doing it since he'd come through the door.

He kept asking if I was okay, constantly telling me I shouldn't be standing on my feet for too long and bringing me everything I asked for, it had me wondering. When I give birth is that going to be it? Am I never going to have this relationship with my brother ever again. Is it going go back to not speaking for a year like last time? I prayed it wouldn't but now I'd thought about it, it was the only thing I could think about.

I sent John and Lindsey away to set the table which left me and Max alone. "So Pixie, how is things going?"

"Everything is going smoothly… Ohh! Quick! The baby is kicking!" I grabbed Max's hand and placed it on my stomach, he's face lit up like the 4th of July.

"Wow, this one is a little fighter!"

"I know, been kicking me all week, I bet this one is going to end up being a wrestler or American Football player."

"As long as it's healthy, that's all I care about." Max finally let go and I went back to cooking, it was almost done so I left it to simmer for few more minutes. "So what are we eating?"

"My famous pork stir-fry. Remember I used to make it every Wednesday when you got back from work?"

"Remember it like it was yesterday. I always looked forward to it. You ended up being a better cook then Mom!" I felt a lump form in my throat and the mention of mom. Max must of notice because he looked like he was going to cry as well. "Sorry Pixie. I know I shouldn't of said it."

"What, like it's so hard to even talk about them? They're dead, talking about them isn't going to change that."

"I never said that Pix's. I miss them as much as you do."

"You never show it. Do you know how hard it was for me when they died?"

"I don't want to talk about this now Pixie."

"No, that's the thing you never do." I turned away from him and took the food off the heat taking it to the table. I felt angry now. Max never wanted to talk about it, like he didn't care or that it meant nothing to him. I was happy a few minutes ago and now I was suddenly really angry. "Dinners ready!"

Everyone sat round the table and dug in. The tension between me and Max was obvious but no one said anything. We all ate in silence enjoying the meal, I felt John's foot rub against mine like he was comforting me without saying anything, it was nice and I appreciate it. I felt myself boiling over my talk with Max, I wanted to have it out with him, bring everything out in the open.

Years of resentment was bubbling in my chest but I didn't think now was the right time to bring it up, but then again would there ever be a right time? There really was no telling with Max, I wished he would open up to me more, I bet he had with Lindsey, he could talk to his wife but not his sister? I was carrying his baby. As wrong as that sounded it was true. Lindsey looked up from her meal and smiled at me.

"This is great Pixie, I didn't know you could cook!"

"One of my many hidden talents Linds. I'll teach you how to cook it if you like."

"I would like that. So how is work going, they okay with your time off?"

"Yeah, even gave me more recovery time but I turned it down."

"Oh why? I was hoping you could spend some time with us and the baby before going back."

Max stepped in at that point cutting me off before I could reply. "I don't think that would be appropriate honey."

"Oh and why would that be big brother? Don't want me getting attached to the baby?"

"No, nothing like that…" I watched him sigh heavily like I was getting on his nerves and he was dealing with a 3 year old. "Look Pixie, it's not like that I just didn't think you'd want to that's all. You don't have to take everything I say the wrong way."

"You didn't think I'd want to spend time with a baby I'd carried for 9 months for you? What am I to you right now Max? Just a pod for your child that you can dispose of with when it's all over?"

"How dare you Pixie! How could you even think that I'd think that?" I felt John grab my hand and remind me that I needed to keep calm or the baby would get stressed out and that wasn't good. I squeezed his hand back and then let go. "Is that what little opinion you have of me?"

"Maxi-bear I'm sure she didn't mean it like that!"

"No I think she did, didn't you Pix why don't you tell me what's really on your mind?" I looked at John for the go ahead, I'd shared my thoughts with him before and I wanted him to tell me it was okay that I admit my feelings to my brother. Truthfully I wanted John to be with me when I told my brother but I needed it to be between me and him.

John nodded at me and leaned in to whisper in my ear 'it's okay, just tell him everything, I'll be outside if you need me.' Out loud he said "Lindsey do you want to join me in the living room? We haven't had a chance to talk yet."

"Yes, okay." They both got up and left. I knew John would keep her occupied for me while me and my brother had it out. When they left I picked all the plates up from the table and threw them into the sink, I felt my brothers eyes on me all the time and I wanted to squirm under his gaze but fought the feeling.

Nice to know I could at least do that, I remember him staring me down when we were younger and I always backed off, this time I wasn't going to, this time I was going to stand my ground. "So come on Pix, now lover boy is out of the way why don't you tell me how you really feel." I ignored the lover boy comment, didn't want to get into that now.

"You sure you want to hear what I have to say, because I don't think you're going to like it."

"Go on I want to hear this. I know you've been dying to get this off your chest. Do you really think that all I want from you is to carry my baby then I'm just going to discard you like nothing?"

"Yes! Yes Max I do! Do you want to know why?" Before he could answer I carried on. "Because it wouldn't be the first goddamn time you've done it!"

"What are you talking about?"

"When mom and dad died…"

"I told you I didn't want to talk about them!"

"Well we are! Whether you like it or not! When they died I looked after you! I was 16 Max I was still a kid and I had to look after you, I cooked for you, cleaned, washed your clothes for work. Everything and I still had my own shit to deal with. I had school still I didn't have any time to grieve. I never saw you cry once Max, it was like you didn't care that they had gone. "

"I cried Pix, you have no idea how much I cried."

"Why didn't you cry with me? Why did you do it alone? Why didn't you look after me Max, you were suppose to be my big brother." It was then that I started to cry, the tears came thick and heavy down my cheeks, Max came over to hug me but I put me hands up to keep him away from me. "Remember what you called to me after you asked me to be your surrogate? Before I left?"

"No, I don't remember."

"Course you don't. You shouted 'this is the way mom and dad would of wanted it.' How the fuck would you know what they would of wanted?"

"I knew them longer then you did."

"You gonna throw that in my face now? You gonna throw that in my GODDAMN FACE NOW? Why did you ask me to do this huh? Why not someone else? Come on was it because you knew you could emotionally blackmail me into it? Was it because you knew I was stupid enough to agree? Or was it because you knew that no matter how it ended you knew you could just walk away from me without a so much as a backward glance?" Max stood with his arms crossed his eyes looking glassy.

My tears were still coming thick and fast every word mixed with a sob. I could just imagine Lindsey sitting in the other room worrying if I was stressing out the baby. John was probably sitting with his hands in fists trying not to run into here and protect me. I wanted him so badly to hold me right now.

"You wanna know why I asked you to do this for me?"

"Yeah, I kinda do."

"It was because your are my sister and I thought that in doing this we could be close again. That I could be your big brother again. I asked because I love you slugger." He was crying now, and it made my tears even worse. He used the nickname he gave me when we were kids. "You wanna know why I never cried in front of you? It was because I was suppose to be strong, I was suppose to be a role model for you, I sat in my room at night and cried because we'd lost our parents. I cried every night for 3 years. I didn't want to show you how vulnerable I was."

"Maxie, we were suppose to cry together."

"I couldn't do that to you Pixie, I couldn't show you how much I was hurting. When this is all over Pixie, I want us to spend more time together I want to be there for you. I am so sorry that I was never there for you, I'm so sorry that I… wasn't there… to look after you."

I fell into his arms and hugged him while we cried together. It was the most raw emotion I'd ever seen on Max's face, I finally felt like he was brother like it was suppose to be, we both cried till our eyes ran dry. We sunk to the floor leaning against the bottom cabinets and he cradled me in his arms like he was suppose to when we'd lost our parents.

I felt Max stroke my hair softly and whisper soft words in my ear. "Pixie, I love and appreciate what you are doing for me and my wife, I could never repay you enough. There is nothing I could ever do or say to repay you."

"This is enough Maxie, this was all I ever wanted." We sat like that for a few hours, just talking and laughing telling each other stories from the past year, what we'd missed of each others lives. It was nice to laugh together and cry together it was something we hadn't done in years and years and it was the best gift he could ever give me. I didn't need him to repay me for giving birth to his baby.

This was all I needed.

The next morning I woke up in John's arms, he took me to bed after I'd fallen asleep with Max in the kitchen, I remembered the feeling of laying in Johns arms and him being the last face I saw before falling asleep and him being the first thing when I woke up.

He looked so peaceful asleep his eyes fluttered a little like he was having a good dream or bad I couldn't tell and every now and then he'd snore a little. I was happy laying in the warmth of his arms. But now that I'd thought of it I was really hot. Too hot actually, I pushed the covers back and slowly crept out of bed.

I headed out the bedroom and to the bathroom, I brushed my teeth, washed my face did the usual. I sat down to pee and knew that this would be the first of many times today. The baby obviously thought my bladder was a squeeze toy at the moment. Oh joys. I finished on the toilet and went to get up when a sudden pain came to my stomach.

It was sudden and brought a gasp from my throat. "Oh God, ouch. Damn, little one you have to stop doing this to me." I tried to get up again and I couldn't, great now I was going to be stuck on the toilet. There was a knock on the bathroom door and it made me jump. I guess today wasn't my day. "Who is it?"

"It's Lindsey, are you okay in there Pixie?"

"Um, no actually, I can't get off the toilet. Can you, uh… help me? The doors not locked."

"Sure, I'm coming in now." The door opened slowly and Lindsey walked in, I could tell she was trying not to laugh. She walked over and put her hands under my armpits and helped me up slowly. When I was standing I pulled up my underwear and shorts trying to keep some dignity. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm so embarrassed I can usually get off the toilet without any help but …"

"It's okay no need to explain."

"I'm gonna make some tea, want some?"

"Yeah sure, I wont be long then I'll join you downstairs." I headed down to the kitchen and popped the kettle on, a few minutes later Lindsey joined me and we spent the morning catching up. She told me about the baby room they'd made and all the toys they'd bought, I watched her face light up whenever she talked about the baby. Even thinking about it seemed to make her happier.

I knew what I was doing was making her happy and I loved that, made me feel like I really was a good person. The rest of the morning was uneventful, I had some uncomfortable pains in my stomach but they soon passed. Max and Lindsey headed out around noon to have lunch together which left me with John, who was still asleep.

I made him a coffee and took it up to him, he was on his back mouth wide open snoring like a pig. I put the coffee on the side and sat next him. I shook him gently but he didn't stir. It took a while to rouse him but when he did his eyes blinked open and he looked at me and smiled. "Morning handsome, sleep well?"

"Like a baby. Is that coffee I smell?"

"Freshly ground beans just for you. And I even added real cream."

"You know how to make me happy." John sat up and brought me closer to him giving me a soft kiss on the lips. He smiled again and reached for his coffee drinking it happily. "So where are the happy couple?"

"Out for lunch, I hope they're back soon though, by the looks of it the storm is gonna hit soon. I've never seen the clouds so heavy before." John peeked out my bedroom window and grimaced.

"Ouch, looks bad. When do you think it'll hit."

"Probably early evening, I hate storms." John pulled me into a hug as carefully as possible, avoiding my stomach which was probably hard at the moment.

"Ah, don't worry your pretty little head, I'll be here to protect you."

"I know you will." I rested down into his arms for the rest of the afternoon. Max and Lindsey arrived home and little while after, we all settled down to watch a movie. We munched on popcorn and chatted for a few hours. After the movie Max and Lindsey went up to bed and I stayed down with John.

Not 5 minutes later the first batch of thunder hit. And at the same time I felt a gut wrenching pain in my stomach. I screamed out in pain and looked at John, fear naked on my face. I think this was it. The baby was ready and it wasn't waiting for anything.