A/N: Okay, I'm sorry it took me so long to write this, I planned on completing it sooner. Sorry JohnCenaRKOFanForever. I hope you like this.
Disclaimer, I do not own any of these lyrics, I do not own John Cena or Mickie James
Coming Home Pt2
John Cena paced the waiting room; he ignored the curious eyes looking at him from all directions. They probably thought he was crazy, pacing and mumbling to himself.
Hell, on some level he was crazy.
What if he was a terrible father, what if he was so broken he wasn't strong enough for his family?
No, He would not let that happen. He would never give up. He was a fighter, not a quitter and no matter what obstacle was placed in front of him he would overcome it, because that is how he did things.
That was how he lived his life.
"Sir, you need to relax. I assure you, your wife is fine." A petite blonde nurse gently rested a hand on his shoulder. "I'm guessing this is your first child."
"Yes, it is." He nodded.
"I can tell by how nervous you are. Your wife will be out soon, everything is going just fine." She gave him a reassuring smile before walking away.
Mickie was doing fine. He was going to be a good dad, he was sure Mickie would be an amazing mother. Mickie had been nothing but supportive of his adjustments since his homecoming. She was an amazing woman. He was lucky to have her.
He took a seat and sighed heavily. How long does it take to have a baby anyway?
He tapped his foot anxiously as he glanced at the clock for the thousandth time, or at least it seemed like the thousandth time, that afternoon. Three fourty five. He wasn't sure what time they had arrive but he knew it was before noon. But they hadn't taken Mickie in right away. He hadn't gone back to the maternity room yet, he had gone back to get all of the things she would need for her stay in the hospital.
"Mr. Cena." The same blonde nurse jogged over to him. "Your wife is back in her room and she is doing well, I will take you back to her."
John smiled at the blonde nurse and jumped out of his seat. "Thank you" He followed her down the hall toward the private rooms.
"Ain't No Stopping Us Now", I love that song
Whenever it comes on it makes me feel strong
It's what made me, saved me, drove me crazy
Drove me away than embraced me
Forgave me for all of my shortcomings
Welcome to my homecoming
Yeah, it's been a long time coming
Lot of fights, lot of scars, lot of bottles
Lot of cars, lot of ups, lot of downs
And here I stand (here i stand), a better man! (a better man)
Thank you Lord (Thank you Lord)
John walked into the room. Mickie was sitting up in her hospital bed a baby, their baby, held in her arms. She looked up and smiled at him. He couldn't believe it, this was really happening.
Just a few short months ago he was watching battles, death and destruction. Now he was witnessing something so beautiful it made him uneasy. His wife had welcomed him back with open arms, even if he was scarred and traumatized from the things he had seen. They had managed to make it through the ups and downs after his return. His mistakes, his regrets, his pains, his disappointments. She had stayed with him through it all.
He sat beside his wife and looked down at his son. He was wrapped in a blue fleece blanket and was asleep in his mother's arms. In a single flash John realized his entire world was within reach. The things he had seen were not a part of his future; he could do nothing to change them. Everything he needed was right there in that hospital room.
"Hey Mama." He said with a smile and placed a kiss on his wife forehead. "We didn't do too bad did we?" he ran his fingers through his wife's hair and took another look at his son.
"I think he looks like his daddy" Mickie giggled. "He is beautiful isn't he?" she smiled as he looked down at her son.
"He's perfect" John said as he lightly touched his son's fingers.
He was looking at the two things that had saved him. He was going to be a better man, a whole man, for his wife and his son. He loved them, and he cherished them. He was going to put himself on the right track; they were everything to him, and that was the real blessing in his homecoming, his redemption.
A/N: Okay, that's it, I really hope you liked it. Tried to add the affect that the war had on him and stuff. I Hope it is what you wanted JohnCenaRKOFan.