Hey all!!! Thanks for all your reviews, support, love, etc... As a special treat, I've been working really fast to get this next chapter out to you all before Thanksgiving. So here's chapter 24.. ENJOY...and HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

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Pinky Promise

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Chapter 24: Welcome to the Family

Bianca sighed in satisfaction as she snuggled against the naked body behind her. John Cena was absolutely amazing. It had been a week since they eloped, and although they went straight back to their usual busy schedules, every night since then had been their own private honeymoon.

John securely draped his arm over Bianca's waist as he laid soft kisses just below the nape of her neck. Bianca giggled softly.

"Was I too rough?" John whispered, hoping his show of affection would make up for it.

Bianca turned around in his arms to face him and shook her head. "Nuh-uh," she replied with a smile.

"Did I hurt you?" John asked again, his face full of concern.

Bianca shook her head again, and kissed him on the lips. "Don't worry, it was a good kind of hurt."

John raised an eyebrow as a grin slowly formed on his face. "Oh really?" He tightened his hold on Bianca, and Bianca leisurely crawled on top of him, a seductive look on her face.

"Really," she confirmed, kissing him again. She moaned in delight when John reciprocated, and she wrapped her arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. Bianca would never get enough of him, and she was an addiction that John couldn't quit.

John placed his hands on Bianca's waist and flipped her over so that he would tower over her. He growled playfully, letting his carnal instincts kick in. Bianca giggled, pulling him down so his chest pressed against hers.

As they continued to kiss, suck and lick at each other, somewhere near them, a phone had gone off. John groaned against Bianca's lips as they both tried to disregard the loud ring of John's phone. As the phone kept ringing, though, John reluctantly pulled away. "Just ignore it," Bianca whined, trying to pull John back down onto her, but to no avail.

"Can't," John glanced over at his phone, and the word Dad flashed across the screen. "It's my dad."

Bianca pouted, knowing John couldn't ignore a call from his own father. "Okay…"

"I'm sorry, baby," John kissed her forehead as he crawled off the bed. Grabbing his cell phone, he finally answered, filling the room with silence. "Hello?"

Bianca could only watch from where she lay on the bed as John slipped into his boxers and headed out into the living room. She rested her head back onto the pillow and sighed. As aroused as she was, she couldn't help but to worry. John's dad never called unless it was something important. She hoped nothing bad happened; she loved the Cenas.

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"Hello, son," John heard his father greet him through the phone. He couldn't make out the tone of his voice. It sounded smug, as if his father knew something that John did not.

"Hey, J-Fab.." John replied hesitantly, using his nickname for his father. "What's up?"

"You tell me," John's father replied in that same smug tone.

Is that Johnny on the phone? John shook his head as he heard his mother through the line. "What's mom doing there?" John Sr and Carol Cena had divorced when John was still a teenager. The only reason why she'd be with his father now was if something had happened.

John Sr ignored his son's question and simply said, "you're on speaker phone."

"Hi mom," John said awkwardly. He was dying to know what was going on.

"John Felix Anthony Cena," Carol said in a stern voice. "Why didn't you tell us that you were engaged!?"

Oh shit… John thought, mentally smacking himself in the head. "I'm so sorry," he started. "It's just… Wait," he said, pausing for a moment. "How did you guys find out?" Did Mr. McMahon contact his family? Did one of his friends call to let them know?

"Oh, I received a pleasantly surprising call from the Evans not too long ago… such nice people," Carol said. Her voice was no longer scolding, and John remembered how fond his parents were of Bianca's parents. "But why didn't you tell us, son?"

"Sorry, ma," John apologized as he quickly tried to think of an excuse. "We've just been so busy, na mean? And Bianca and I wanted to tell you both in person…"

"And when is that?" John Sr. asked, giving his son a break from his mom.

"Uh…" John hesitated. Now what? "Umm.. Well, we're gonna be in Boston next week…"

"Okay, son!" Carol's voice sounded happier. "And so how is Bianca doing anyway?"

"She's fine… We're both doing fine," John answered, though his mind was now racing. Bianca is going to kill me..

"Are you sure we're going to see you next week?" John Sr asked, and John could only imagine the suspicious look on his father's face.

"Yeah, I promise," John said in defeat, mentally beating himself up. "So yeah… see you next week.." John said his goodbyes to his parents and hung up.

Setting his phone on the coffee table, John ran a hand over his scalp. What should he tell Bianca?

"Hey.." John turned around at the soft voice to see Bianca had just leaned up against the doorframe. The only thing she had on was one of his oversized t-shirts.

"Hey," John smiled weakly as Bianca headed towards him.

Bianca wrapped her arms around his torso and looked up at him, resting her chin on his chest. "Is everything okay?" As hard as she tried to eavesdrop, she couldn't make out what the Cenas were talking about.

"Yeah…No…I don't know," John shrugged, and they both moved to sit on the couch.

"What's wrong?" Bianca asked, truly worried this time. And John proceeded to tell his wife of the conversation he had with his parents.

There was a frown on Bianca's face by the time he was done. "How mad are they gonna be when they find out that we're already married?"

"Not as mad as your parents," John tried to joke, and a small smile broke out on Bianca's face. She hit him lightly on the arm.

"You're lucky we're visiting your parents this time, and not mine. I'm not sure how my mother would react if she knew we just went and got married by a judge," Bianca said, also trying to make light of the situation. "Everything is going to be okay, right? I mean, they're not gonna hate us for doing this?"

John placed Bianca's hands into his own, lacing their fingers together. "They're not gonna hate us," John reassured. "They might be upset that we rushed into this, but they're not gonna hate us. Hell, they freaking love you," John smiled when he was able to make Bianca smile again. "We'll be okay."

"Okay," Bianca nodded, satisfied with John's answer. As they stood, John pulled Bianca into his arms, holding her silently for a few moments.

"Babe?" He suddenly asked, eyeing her up and down. Bianca looked up at him questioningly. "What are you wearing under there?" The shirt that Bianca had put on was too loose for John to figure out if she had anything under or not.

Bianca bit her bottom lip playfully as she released herself from John's grasp. "Why don't you come here and find out," she challenged, leading him back into the bedroom. John grinned and chased after her, determined to pick up where they left off minutes ago.

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The big blue house in front of them had not changed since their teenage years. Although exhausted from their drive, there was a twinkle in Bianca's eyes as she gazed up at it. Home. The Cena house would always be her home.

Bianca raised an eyebrow at John. "I thought we were just having dinner with your parents?" She suspiciously eyed the numerous cars parked in the driveway.

"My brothers are bums, remember? They still live at home," he said, although Bianca could tell John was slightly anxious as well.

"Oh, I hope they didn't throw a party for this," Bianca said, thinking of all the bad things that could happen and how to counter them.

"Don't worry, babe. Let's not jump to conclusions so soon," John said to ease the tension.

As the couple neared the front door, the voices from inside became very loud and distinct. Bianca listened, trying to pinpoint whom exactly was in the house. Her eyes widened at a certain voice, and she turned to John, hitting him on the arm. "My parents are here!" She hissed, so the people inside wouldn't hear them. "Oh shit…oh shit…oh shit…"

John watched as Bianca started to panic, wanting to help her but not knowing how. "Binxie, calm down," he spoke calmly and slowly.

Bianca stopped pacing and frowned at John. She took a deep breath before speaking. "What are we gonna do now? If we tell them, they're gonna freak."

John wrapped his arms around her. "Let's just tell them the truth," he simply said. "It's better than lying, you know?"

Bianca gazed at him, the sincerity and determination in John's eyes, and nodded reluctantly. "Okay…" She didn't need to add any more lies to her pile anyway. "Okay…" She could only wonder how everything would turn out.

John kissed Bianca's forehead and tightened his arms around her. "Everything will be fine. I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too," she replied.

"Aww, the lovebirds are here!" The couple both turned to face the now-open front door. There, standing in the doorway, were John Sr and Carol Cena. John and Bianca broke away, embarrassed. "Don't just stand there, come here!"

As they reached the house, Bianca was quickly pulled into a hug by Carol. "Oh, sweetie, look at you," the older woman said, eyeing Bianca up and down. "You've grown so beautifully." She had the look of a proud mother as she escorted Bianca into the house.

"Welcome home, Bianca," John Sr said, motioning towards the inside of the house. He smiled lovingly at her.

Bianca smiled, tears filling her eyes as she embraced her father-in-law. "It's great to be back, J-Fab."

John watched the exchange between his wife and his parents and smiled; breaking the news to his parents would be easy. However, he couldn't say the same for Bianca's parents.

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As Carol led Bianca into the parlor, she motioned towards the people sitting on the sofa. "Guess who's here," she sang.

"Mom, dad! What are you guys doing here?" Bianca pretended to act surprised as her parents stood up to embrace her.

"Well, the Cenas told us that you two would be visiting, and they figured it would be a great idea to invite us over as well," Vivian explained to her daughter. "This will be a good time for all of us to just catch up and make some plans for the wedding!" Bianca's heart dropped at the sight of her mother's enthusiasm.

"Okay," Bianca smiled weakly. "Sounds fun!" She tried her best to match her mother's eagerness, but she was too busy freaking out on the inside.

There were just enough seats at the dinner table. Bianca thanked John as he pulled out her chair before taking his own. "So where are the boys?" Bianca asked of John's other siblings.

"Oh, they're all out working. They're very excited to see the both of you though," John Sr grinned. Bianca smiled back, reminiscing of her childhood days with the Cena boys.

Dinner consisted of salad, steak, and potatoes, and there was light chatter as everyone ate. Bianca and John politely answered questions about life on the road and their travels, hoping that the topic of marriage wouldn't be brought up.

Vivian and Carol had prepared dessert earlier, cheesecake topped with blueberries and raspberries. As Bianca finished the last bite of her slice, it seemed that maybe they wouldn't be discussing the wedding after all. She smiled inwardly, hoping she would be safe another day.

Carol wouldn't let Bianca touch the dishes. "No, no, you're a guest," Carol insisted, taking the dirty dishes from Bianca's hands. "Your mother and I can handle this," she said, escorting Bianca out into the parlor.

Bianca scrunched her face as she took a seat next to John on the loveseat. "They kicked me out," she pouted, and John laughed.

"Poor baby," John playfully teased, and Bianca lightly hit him, sticking her tongue out at him. She couldn't do anything else since both their fathers were sitting on the other sofa, watching a rerun of a football game.

Fifteen minutes later, Vivian and Carol walked in. "Okay, it's time!" Vivian sang happily, and the TV was promptly turned off.

"Time for what, mom?" Bianca nervously laughed. She reached for John's hand; deep down inside, they both knew what was about to happen.

"Time to plan the wedding, silly," Vivian answered, sitting in between her husband and Carol. "So, what should we discuss first?"

Bianca gulped as four sets of eyes stared eagerly at her from the other sofa. "Umm…" She started, and she looked towards John with pleading eyes.

"We need to tell them the truth," he whispered in her ear, and Bianca nodded.

"Mom," she started again, "we can't."

"Huh?" Vivian asked, confused at Bianca's answer. "What do you mean?"

"We can't plan for a wedding," Bianca simply answered.

"Why not?" This time it was Carol who asked, and the look of concern made Bianca feel even worse.

"Because we're already married," John stated seriously, turning to give Bianca a reassuring smile. Bianca tried to smile back but could only grimace.

"What? How!? When!?" Vivian and Carol both looked at them frantically.

"By a judge in Rhode Island…two weeks ago," Bianca said, hanging her head shamefully.

Vivian and Carol both frowned at each other, but before anyone could say anything, John Sr stood up. "Okay Cenas, in the kitchen. Now."

John stood from the loveseat and proceeded towards the kitchen. Bianca tugged on his hand, her eyes begging him not to leave her. He smiled softly, leaning down to kiss her forehead. "Everything is gonna be okay, trust me," he whispered, before disappearing into the kitchen with his parents.

Bianca helplessly watched John walk away before she turned to face her parents. Standing up, she hesitantly walked towards the other sofa and took a seat next to her mother. Both of her parents turned to face her, expectant looks on their faces, and Bianca did the only thing she could think of. She cried.

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"Married!?"

John nodded. No matter what, he was going to defend his marriage. "Yeah. It's what happens when two people get engaged."

Carol jabbed a finger into her son's chest. "Don't be smart with me, boy," she scolded.

John sighed. "Sorry," he apologized. He glanced at his parents—his mom stood in front of him, arms crossed, her head tilted in thought, and his father leaned against the fridge, a similar expression on his face. "Are you guys mad?"

"Well, no, but...." Carol started, "it would have been nice if you told us."

"Marriage is a sacred thing, son," John Sr lectured.

"I know," John replied. "She loves me. And I love her. You know I've loved her since high school. You guys can't tell me you didn't see this coming," he said, letting a small smile appear.

"Oh, we saw this coming," Carol admitted. "We just wish you two could have waited just a little longer," she said, motioning with her fingers.

"Sorry, ma," John grinned. "But why prolong the inevitable?"

Carol nodded and smiled. "Good point," she said, and she pulled John into a hug. "Well, I'm happy for you, son. You two were really meant for each other, huh."

John nodded, hugging back. "Thanks, ma." As he let go, he turned to his father.

John Sr smiled, and hugged his son as well. "You crazy kids," he laughed, shaking his head.

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"Please don't be mad at me," Bianca whimpered as tears started to fall from her eyes. "I'm sorry I always screw up and let you down but I really, really love him."

"Oh honey," Vivian gazed down at her daughter sadly and pulled her into a hug. "We're not mad," she assured, "just surprised. You just caught us off guard. We thought you wanted to wait to get married."

Bianca pulled away, wiping the tears from her eyes. "I'm sorry," she said again. "But I love him," and she allowed herself to smile through her tears. "I am so in love with him. We didn't wanna wait.."

Vivian smiled at her daughter. Although she didn't exactly agree with the decisions that Bianca made at times, she still loved her unconditionally. "Bianca, you know that your father and I love you very much," she assured. "And you've never let us down."

"But I know how much you wanted to plan my wedding…" Bianca looked down sadly. "And now you won't be able to…"

Vivian shrugged. "It's not the end of the world," she reasoned. "We're just glad you chose the right man."

Bianca looked up at her parents in surprise. "Really?" She said with a hopeful look in her eyes.

Larry nodded at his daughter. "I always liked John. We'd love to welcome him, and the rest of the Cenas, to our family."

Bianca's eyes filled with new tears as she embraced both her parents. "Thanks. I love you guys."

Just as Bianca pulled away, John and his parents stepped into the parlor once again. Bianca wiped her face once again and smiled up at her husband and his parents.

"Bianca," John Sr started. "Larry, Vivian…Welcome to the family."

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The weight had been lifted off of Bianca's shoulders, and for the rest of the night, she felt like she was floating. The Cenas and the Evans all shared a glass of wine before Bianca's parents left for their hotel. Carol left shortly after for her apartment, and John's dad had gone to bed a little after that. John and Bianca stayed up to get reacquainted with their childhood house.

The couple walked up the stairs, gazing at every framed picture on the wall. The photos had been the same from ten years ago, with the occasional newer photo here or there. They finally reached John's old bedroom, and John grinned at Bianca before opening the door.

Even in ten years, John's room hadn't changed one bit. The posters were the same, the set up was the same. Bianca felt like she had traveled back in time. She headed straight for the bed, and jumped on it, giggling softly. She looked at John expectantly. John closed the door behind him before taking a running start and jumping on the bed as well. Bianca laughed loudly as he playfully wrestled her on the bed.

Fighting her way on top of John, Bianca snuggled into him and sighed in satisfaction. She was in her favorite place with the man that she loved, and both of their parents approved. It couldn't get any better than this.

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