On January 23rd 2040 31-year-old Noah woke up to someone pounding on the front door. His wife of six years slapped his face. "Go get it baby." She mumbled. Noah smiled he loved the fact that even after all these years of living in Texas, Toni's Boston accent was thicker then his southern one. He limped down the steps in just his boxers; his short blonde hair was sticking up at odd ends. He groaned when he saw his father-in-law, John Cena standing there. He liked John but since he had retired from wrestling he had becoming around way too much, and way too early.

He unlocked the door and pulled it open. "Hello John." Noah said.

"Hey No-ho." John said cracking up. "Where's my daughter?"

Noah sighed. "Sleeping John like everyone does at seven in the morning." He said.

John shrugged. "I'll make coffee. Go back to sleep."

Noah shook his head. "Can't I am up, plus I have to call Shane." He said with a sigh.

"Why?" John asked as they moved into the kitchen.

Noah shrugged. "I am retiring from wrestling. I got some bad news about this." He said patting his left knee softly.

"What's up with it?" John asked.

"I need a knee replacement. Doctors told me it's either retire or have another three years then be immobile." Noah said.

"You got your grandfather Steve's knees then." John said with a smirk.

"Smartass." Noah said knowing that was impossible because his mother had been adopted by Steve.

"Don't call my daddy a smartass." 28-year-old Toni Jericho said as she waddled in.

Noah smiled and kissed his nine-month pregnant wife on the mouth. "I love you!" He said to Toni. Then he kissed her belly. "And I love you baby!"

John laughed and Toni sat down. "When is this baby going to come anyways?" Toni pouted like a child. Noah laughed.

"Soon enough." Noah said. "I am going to take a shower." As he walked down the hallway he thought about his wife. This was their first child. Most had wondered why they had waited so long to have children. Most people by the first or second year of marriage had one but they had discussed waiting until they were ready to stay off the road. Both had been raised on the road and both agreed that the children deserved a stable home life.

Noah had just gotten out of the shower when Toni screamed his name. He donned his shirt and jeans quickly and limped as fast as he could to the living room where Toni stood in tears. "What's wrong?" He asked.

"My water just broke!" She cried.

Seventy-year-old Chris walked into the hospital with his son Austin, his wife Kasey, and their three boys Austin Jr., Chris, and Steve. Chris smiled at his old friend, John Cena. "How is Toni and the baby?" Chris asked.

John smiled. "Just fine and it's babies."

"Babies?" Chris questioned.

"Two girls." John said with a grin as Noah came in.

"Dad!" Noah said and hugged his aging father. "Come on come meet the girls. John's already met them." He said excitedly.

They walked into the recovery room. Chris smiled at his daughter in-law. "Hey Toni, how you feeling sweetie?" He asked.

"Like I've just been ripped open!" She cried softly.

Chris laughed and shook his head. "That's what Ashley said on the day Noah was born." He said.

Noah laughed as he picked up one of the twin girls. "Dad, I'd like you to meet Ashley Kasey Jericho." He said softly.

Chris gasped tears brimming in his eyes. "You…You named her after your mother?" He asked as he took the small child into his arms. Noah nodded and allowed Chris to look over his new granddaughter.

After a few moments Noah took Ashley away from Chris and handed him the second one. "Dad, this is Faith Antonia Jericho."

Tears slipped down Chris' face. "Your mother's middle name. They are just beautiful Noah." He said with a smile.

Noah smiled. "Thank you dad."

Chris handed Faith back to Noah and then pulled out a browned paper envelope. "Your mothers last letter. I didn't think I would make it to give it to you." Chris said softly.

Tears sprung to Noah's eyes. "Don't talk like that dad you are going to live forever." He said with a smile.

"Take the letter smartass." Chris said.

Noah set the baby down and took the letter. He walked out into the private waiting room.

My dearest baby boy,

This is my last letter to you for today you've become a father and you no longer need the advice of a woman long gone. I am sure your children are just beautiful but remember being a father isn't only being the good guy. Your father never wanted to be the bad guy. Don't make your bride the bad guy it's a place we don't like to be. Your children are your life once you have them. Even with wrestling Austin and you were my life. I would drop everything in a heart beat just to spend a little time with you. Maybe somewhere inside I knew I wouldn't make it to see you guys grow up so I spent as much time as I could with you. Noah now that your father I want you to treasure every moment of those children. I love you and remember that I will be watching.

Your loving mother,

Three days later Noah sat on the porch of his childhood home. Toni and the twins were still in the hospital and he had been staying with his father. 33-year-old Austin came out the screen door with a beer in his hand. The screen door slammed with a clang. "Hey you boys! Play nice!" He screamed at his three boys. 8-year old Austin Jr., 7-year-old Chris, and 6-year old Steve. Austin laughed and shook his head sitting down next to his younger brother. "I heard a funny rumor today." He said cocking his head to the side.

Noah nodded and took a sip of his own beer. "Oh yeah what's that?" He asked.

"You and Toni didn't sign new contracts to stay on Raw." Austin said.

Noah nodded. "It's true. We are retiring from the WWE. Toni's got a job at an advertising company, and I am going to teach English at the prep school here." He said.

"That's cool." Austin said.

"Aren't you and Kase ready to come off the road?" Noah asked.

Austin shook his head. "We thought about it before signing the contracts but we can't help being on the road. We are mom and dad all over again, Noah. Mom really never wanted to leave the road." He said.

Noah laughed and nodded. "I can understand that, but since my knee is all messed up, there's not much I can do in the WWE."

Austin raised an eyebrow. "Dad's 70 and doesn't wrestler but works for the WWE!" He cried.

"As a at home writer!" Noah cried.

Austin shook his head. "Hey whatever makes you happy little brother as for me and Kase we are WWE lifers just like mom and dad." He said and drained the rest of his beer. With a loud burp he smiled and called to his sons. "Get your asses in the house and say goodbye to grandpa! It's time to go!"

"Dad!" Austin Jr. cried.

"Now Junior!" Austin screamed. He winked at Noah. "See you later little bro."