A/N: Yes, you're eyes do not deceive you. It's really me with another update!!! AHHH!!!! I am so so SO sorry for the long delay. It's not that I forgot about you all, it's just that this semester has got me really busy. But don't worry, I got about two weeks left in this semester, then I'm all yours. Woohoo! Anyway, do you guys know what today is???? JOHN CENA'S BIRTHDAY!! He's now 32 years old, but still oh so drop-dead sexy. So, in honor of that, here is another chapter. It's not very long, but it's fluffy! I hope you guys will forgive me for such a long delay. So read on, and ENJOY!!!

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Pinky Promise

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Chapter 18: Hopefully

With a bridal magazine tucked securely under her arm, Bianca adjusted the bag on her other arm as she made her way past the gates and towards baggage claim. Although it was the middle of the night and she was exhausted, Bianca didn't let it faze her as she hurried through the crowd. The quicker she got past these people, the sooner she would get to see him—her best friend, her fiancé, John Cena.

The past week spent with her parents—although very productive—was excruciatingly slow. Every minute, every second, Bianca found herself wanting to be where John was, wherever it was that the WWE decided to go. The nightly phone calls that lasted hours was not enough, she needed to see him.

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Midnight or not, John had still managed to get caught in a small crowd of fans as he waited for Bianca at the baggage carousels. He was tired, having spent the previous day training in the gym, but he kept his smile on, signed his autographs, and took his pictures.

The crowd had slowly dwindled down to a couple of people. Just as John posed for a picture with a fan, a new crowd had made its way towards the carousel. The WWE Champ smiled for the camera, and just as the flash went off, his smile brightened. "Excuse me," he told the last of his fans before jogging straight into the new crowd.

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Bianca hadn't seen it coming. She slipped the magazine into her bag, and before she could even look up, she was swept off her feet. She gave a yelp of surprise before grinning brightly at the man before her. "Johnny!" She squealed in delight as she wrapped her arms around him.

"Binxie," John chuckled as he set her down. "Baby, I missed you so much," he gazed down at her sincerely.

Bianca grinned up at him, and her heart fluttered when John leaned down to kiss her lightly. "I missed you too," she replied, as John let go of her, only to wrap an arm around her waist. With his free hand, he effortlessly lifted up her bag and led her towards the carousel.

"So what have you been up to?" Bianca casually asked as the baggage carousel started to spew out luggage. She couldn't help but to stare at her fiancé as he watched intently for her bags. It seemed like forever since she last saw him.

The serious look on John's face softened as he turned to gaze down at her. "The usual," he shrugged. "Doing shows, working out, going to promos… Missing you," he added the last part with a grin, causing Bianca to blush slightly. "Are your parents gonna be okay now that you're gone?" He teased.

Bianca rolled her eyes and snorted at him. "They'll survive. You're lucky they like you so much, otherwise I'd have more trouble leaving them."

"Of course they like me," John grinned cheekily. "Everyone does."

Bianca laughed softly and shook her head. "Whatever you say, Johnny." It felt great to be with him again.

Once they spotted her bags, John quickly pulled them from the carousel, and the couple headed out into the cold night air of Chicago. "So where did you park?" Bianca asked as she followed John. She tried to snatch one of her bags from him, but to no avail—he wouldn't let go of them.

"Randy's waiting in the rental right there," John motioned with the tilt of his head to a black SUV waiting just yards away.

"Randy?" Bianca raised an eyebrow and made a disgusted face that John couldn't see.

"Yeah," John confirmed obliviously. "He missed you too," he joked.

"Oh joy," Bianca said sarcastically, although John missed it. "Where's Sam?" She quickly asked as they neared the vehicle. She hoped her friend would also be there so that she could either save her from Randy, or keep Randy busy.

"She's knocked out in the hotel room," John answered with a chuckle. "Randy didn't want to wake her up. Don't worry, babe, you'll get to see her in the morning."

Bianca sighed as they finally reached the SUV. "I guess."

John popped the trunk open and proceeded to haul Bianca's luggage into it. "Get in," he motioned with his head again, and Bianca nodded silently before opening the back door and climbing in.

Randy was sitting in the driver's seat, bopping his head to the soft music escaping from the radio. "Hi Randy," Bianca said begrudgingly. Why couldn't have John picked her up alone? It would have been much more romantic.

"Hi Bianca," Randy mocked with a smirk. Bianca frowned and turned her head away from him.

The back door opened again, and John climbed in next to Bianca, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. Bianca leaned into him and immediately relaxed. "Let's go," John said enthusiastically. He couldn't wait to get Bianca back at the hotel.

"What am I, a taxi driver?" Randy asked with a raised eyebrow. He motioned at the empty seat next to him. He was nobody's chauffer.

"Just drive, Orton," John commanded, never taking his eyes off of Bianca. Bianca suppressed a triumphant smile as she snuggled into her fiancé's arm. She sure did love her Johnny.

The ride to the Hilton was quiet, and John took it as Bianca being too tired to talk. However, the latter was busy glaring at the Legend Killer through the rear-view mirror. Why did he have to ruin everything?

On occasion, Randy would glare or smirk back, raising his eyebrow in a way that irritated Bianca. She slowly turned her head, noticing that John was busy looking out the window, before turning back and sticking her tongue out at the 3rd-generation wrestler.

Bianca watched as Randy, too, snuck a peak at John through the rear-view mirror to make sure that the champ was not looking before he smirked at Bianca and slowly raised his middle finger. Bianca gasped at the gesture, and Randy quickly brought his hand back to the steering wheel before John could notice.

"What's wrong, baby?" John asked, turning at the sound of her voice.

Randy gazed expectantly through the mirror, and Bianca glared at him one last time before turning to look at John innocently. "Nothing… Just a little cold," she said softly.

John tightened his arm around her, as if it would keep her warm. "Better?" He asked, and Bianca nodded silently, resting her head against his shoulder. She sneaked a peek at Randy again and quickly stuck her tongue out at him one last time. She didn't care if it was immature; Randy didn't deserve her maturity anyway.

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Before they knew it, the SUV had pulled up to the front of the Hilton hotel. The bellhop immediately got to work on the luggage, and the valet was heading towards the driver seat.

John looked down to see that somewhere along the ride, Bianca had fallen asleep. Smiling at her peaceful disposition, he placed a hand on her cheek and let his thumb graze her skin softly. "Binxie, wake up," he coaxed lightly. Her eyes fluttered softly, but it wasn't enough to wake her. "Come on, Binx, we're here," John patted the side of her face lightly.

With the roll of his eyes, Randy turned in the driver seat and smirked. "I'll wake her up," he grinned, and before John could stop him, Randy pressed his hand against the center of the steering wheel, causing the horn to sound off.

"Orton, don't," John warned, but it was too late; Bianca's eyes cracked wide open at the annoying sound and glared daggers at the culprit.

"Oops," Randy snorted and left the driver's seat before John could do anything.

"Jackass," the WWE champ only shook his head at the Legend Killer before turning his attention back to his fiancée. Bianca whined softly and buried her face into his chest. "Sorry," he whispered, running his hand up and down her arm. "If you're too tired to walk, I could carry you," he suggested, but Bianca shook her head and unwillingly sat up. She didn't want to draw attention anyway.

The couple exited the SUV so the valet could park it and headed straight into the hotel. Bianca rested against John as they entered the elevator, and John escorted her to the room once they got to their floor. "Almost there," John said as they stood in front of their door. He fished into his pocket for the card key and slid it into the slot. Opening the door, John turned to see that Bianca was starting to stagger, and John quickly lifted her up bridal style.

"Whoa," the sudden movement had Bianca wide awake, and she cocked her head curiously as John brought her into the suite. He flashed her a dimpled smile but said nothing as he walked past the living room and straight into the bedroom, where he gently laid her down onto the bed.

"Hopefully the next time I get to do that will be our wedding night," he said, taking a seat beside her on the bed. He reached down and traced a finger lightly over her cheek.

Bianca placed her hand over his and kept it against the side of her face. "Hopefully," she repeated before pulling John towards her to give him a long kiss.

John fumbled to turn the bedside lamp off. Once he heard the click and they were covered in darkness, the WWE Champ was happy to reciprocate his fiancée's actions. He was definitely glad to have Bianca back with him.

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