Hey everyone! Happy Easter!!! And as an Easter treat, here is Chapter 26!! Sorry it took a while, but at least it didn't take as long as the previous chapter. Anyway, ENJOY!!

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Pinky Promise

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Chapter 26: I Still Hate You

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One Month Later…

"Aiden.."

"Aiden Cena..? Nah.."

"James.."

"Too boring.. How about Jayce?"

"Jayce?"

"Yeah, Jayce… Jayce Rylee Cena."

"It has a ring to it, I guess. Why don't we just go with John Cena the Third?"

Bianca raised an eyebrow. "John Cena the Third?" She snorted. "No."

"Why not?" John grinned. "My dad's a senior, I'm a junior, then our son can be the third, then his son can be the fourth… na mean?"

"You are so old fashioned," Bianca teased. "What makes you think we're gonna have a boy first anyway? What if we have a girl?"

"Okay, fine," John nodded, "then what are your ideas for girl names?"

The couple sat comfortably on the couch, both with pens and papers in their hands. If they were serious about starting a family, they had to start thinking of names. It was the perfect time since RAW was in Florida for a week anyway. This was the most time the couple would be able to spend with each other before John hit the road again.

Bianca cleared her throat. "Well, I have…" she glanced at her paper before listing her names, "Bailey, Brienne, Faye, Addison, Harley…and Cara Vee."

The last name piqued John's interest. "Cara Vee?"

Bianca blushed. "Yeah.. It's our moms' names put together… Carol.. Vivian.. Cara Vee."

"I think I like it," John smiled, leaning over to kiss her.

"Did you think of any names?" Bianca asked.

A sheepish smile came across John's face. "Just one," he admitted, and Bianca motioned for him to continue. "Peyton."

"Like Peyton Manning?" The embarrassed look on John's face told her she guessed right. "Hmm.. Peyton Cena… That could work too."

"Well, we are having five kids, so we could use all of these names," John joked, and Bianca playfully hit him in the arm.

"Sure, because I'm going to pop out five kids," Bianca said sarcastically.

John shrugged. "Hey, if my mom can do it, so can you," he encouraged and Bianca playfully rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, whatever," she waved him off.

John tossed his papers onto the coffee table, stood up and stretched. "Well, I gotta head out."

"Why?" It was nearing dark out. Surely it was too late for John to do anything work related, right?

"Randy needs me," he simply replied.

Bianca had to stop herself from making a face. "For what?"

John shrugged again. "I don't know. But this text message looks urgent," John said, flashing the screen of his phone to Bianca.

Bianca swatted John's hand away. "Where are you guys going?" She asked, curiously.

"Depends.. If he's mad, he might wanna hit up the gym. If he's sad, he'd probably wanna go hit up a bar and drink," John answered truthfully.

"Oh, okay," Bianca nodded. "Drive safely please," she said, watching as John reached for his car keys.

"Always," he replied, kissing Bianca once more before heading out the door.

As she watched her husband leave, Bianca couldn't help but to wonder what exactly happened for Randy to urgently need John like that.

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"Sit," Bianca sternly commanded. Nothing. "Sit!" She said again, but Gizmo only stared up at her, his tiny head tilted to the side in confusion.

"Come on, boy.." Bianca coaxed the puppy gently. "Sit."

After John had left, Bianca decided that she would continue to teach Gizmo commands. Sometimes the puppy listened, sometimes he didn't. Regardless, Bianca didn't give up. "Please sit for me," Bianca nearly begged, holding a treat out in front of the puppy.

Gizmo stared at it eagerly and whined softly.

Holding the treat above Gizmo's head, Bianca stared at the puppy, and said, "sit."

Soon enough, Gizmo's butt touched the floor. "Good boy!!" Bianca immediately gave the treat to him and picked him up. "You're so adorable," she said, cuddling him.

Before she could do anything else, the doorbell rang.

Ding dong…

"John must have forgotten something," she said to herself. "He's going to be so proud of you once he sees what you can do," she quickly told the puppy before heading towards the front door. Peeking through the peephole, she was surprised to see who it was.

"Sam?" Bianca opened the door and observed the distraught appearance of her friend.

The younger brunette only looked up at Bianca with a pout, her tear-streaked face more visible.

"Come in," Bianca said worriedly, stepping aside. She led Sam to the couch and they both sat down. "What's wrong, hun?"

Bianca waited for Sam to collect herself. The latter merely sat quietly, sniffling her tears away. "I don't think Randy loves me anymore," she said quietly.

"What do you mean?" Bianca asked carefully, watching her friend.

Sam shrugged. "He doesn't want me anymore…He's been distant lately.. Like he's hiding something from me." She looked up at Bianca with scared, wide eyes. Bianca didn't know what to say, so she let her friend continue to talk. "We've been together for almost 2 years. What could he possibly hide from me now?" Then she gasped. "What if he's cheating on me?"

Bianca frowned, reaching over to pat her friend on the back. "Have you talked to him about any of this?"

"I tried," Sam replied. "He just brushes me off like it's not important. He never used to be like that. This just started happening like a few weeks ago. I don't know what to do.."

"Well," Bianca started, trying to figure out a way to help Sam without ruining their relationship, "maybe you should sit with him and force him to listen to you. Then ask him why he's been acting differently." She hoped her words would make Sam feel better, but Sam simply had her head down. "And I don't think he's cheating on you; I highly doubt it." She reached across to grasp Samantha's hand reassuringly. "He loves you too much to do something stupid like that." Sam looked up at Bianca with a hint of hope in her sad eyes, and Bianca continued on. "As much as I hate the guy," Bianca laughed slightly, and Sam cracked a smile, "I can't ignore the way that he looks at you. You probably don't see it, but when he looks at you.. It's like you're the only thing he sees. He really does love you." And Bianca was being truthful.

Sam sobbed softly, but she was smiling. "He does?"

Bianca nodded, pulling Sam into a much-needed hug. "He does," she confirmed. "The way that he's been acting… What if it's not what you think? I'm sure sitting down and talking with him will make everything better."

"Thanks Bianca," Sam said softly. Talking to Bianca had honestly made her feel better than before.

The girls spent the rest of the night just talking. It was therapeutic and it was something that both girls haven't done in a while; it was refreshing.

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Bianca and Sam had moved towards the kitchen. Sipping on hot tea, they continued their girl talk. Both their heads shot towards the front door, however, when it slowly opened and John stepped through.

"Hey, ladies," John greeted them with a smile; he looked tired. Bianca quickly got up from her chair and headed towards her husband.

"Hey," she said, kissing him softly. "Where'd you guys go?"

"Bar," John simply answered, and Bianca nodded knowingly, just as Randy stepped into the doorway.

"Hey Randy," Bianca greeted. The Legend Killer only nodded in her direction. There was no smirk and no smart remark; he looked sad. Bianca gave a slight tilt of her head towards the kitchen, and Randy automatically turned his head in that direction. He saw Sam and slowly walked over to her.

Bianca quietly grabbed John's hand and led him towards the couch and away from the other couple. From where they sat, they carefully watched Randy and Sam talk at the kitchen table. Bianca saw the loving way that Randy spoke to Sam and how he helped her out of her seat.

As Randy and Sam neared the door, Sam turned towards Bianca and gave her a reassuring smile. "Bye guys. And thanks again, Bianca."

Bianca smiled as she and John bid them goodbye. When the door closed, Bianca sighed in content and leaned against her husband.

"You think they're gonna be okay?" John asked through the quiet.

"Yeah. They love each other. They can fix it," Bianca said with confidence.

"Good. Randy's never been so hung up on a girl before," John explained. He stood up and stretched, and reached a hand out to Bianca. "I think it's time for bed."

Smiling softly, Bianca took his hand, and John easily pulled her up. She suddenly stopped, however, once they reached the stairs. "Wait!"

John gazed at her tiredly. "Hm?"

"You have to see what Gizmo learned today!!" Bianca grinned widely, and John shook his head, chuckling softly.

"Oh Binxie.."

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The next day would be spent lounging at home; or at least that was what was supposed to happen. Instead…

"Here, babe," Bianca handed John a glass of ice and water.

John wiped the sweat from his forehead before taking the glass. "Thanks." He gulped it down like nothing before handing it back to his wife.

Bianca took a step back and watched him. "What exactly are you doing?" She tilted her head. She would never understand cars.

"Just a tune-up," John simply answered as he leaned over the open hood of his 1970 GTO Judge.

"Why does it need a tune-up? You don't even drive it," Bianca said smartly.

John turned to look at her and raised an eyebrow. "You wouldn't understand, babe."

Bianca made a face. "Damn right, I don't." She walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist. John continued to work on his car. "Is this really all that you're going to do today?"

"I'm almost done," John said.

"And then?" Bianca asked hopefully.

"And then I'm going to work on the jeep." Bianca could almost imagine the smirk on John's face, and she playfully hit him. "Just kidding. Let me finish this, then I'm all yours."

"Promise?" Bianca took a good look at John's face. Grease was smudged around his cheeks, and she couldn't help but to laugh. She attempted to wipe the grease away, but to no avail.

"I promise," John assured, taking her hand and kissing it lightly.

"Okay, then I'll sit right here," she said, sitting on the ground a few feet away from John. She silently watched John work on the car, and she soon became mesmerized.

John was wearing his usual denim shorts, but this time he was shirtless. Bianca could see the sweat glistening on his body. She unconsciously licked her lips. Her eyes roamed over him; who knew watching a guy work on a car could be so….hot? "You have a really nice ass," Bianca suddenly said.

Taken aback, John turned to look at her. "You okay over there? Is the sun getting to your head?"

Bianca only grinned and shook her head. "Nope." Before she could tease John any more, a black SUV pulled up in front of their driveway. She looked on curiously.

Randy stepped out sans Samantha, and Bianca wondered if everything was okay. He walked across the lawn towards the married couple.

"Hey," he greeted in a serious tone.

John turned around completely to greet him. "Hey man. What's up?" Bianca only gazed up at the taller man, her hand raised above her eyes to block the sun.

"I was wondering if I could borrow your wife for a little bit. I need her help with something," Randy simply said.

John glanced from Randy to Bianca, then back to Randy. "Are you gonna give her back?"

Bianca rolled her eyes. Why were they talking about her as if she wasn't there? She stood up and dusted off. "What's up?"

Randy said nothing as he walked back towards his SUV, motioning for her to follow.

"Bye, Johnny," she called back to her husband, who merely waved her off as he went back to working on his car. Bianca rolled her eyes again.

Randy and Bianca silently got into the SUV. They sat quietly as Randy started the engine, but he hadn't moved. The new civility between them was starting to bug Bianca. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah," Randy nodded, turning to look at her. "Thanks to you."

Bianca looked on in surprise. "What do you mean?"

"I don't know what you said to Sam last night, but thank you. I honestly thought she was going to leave me," Randy said with the utmost sincerity.

"Oh," Bianca didn't know what to say. "You're welcome?" Randy didn't say anything as he finally pulled away from the curb and drove off. "So where are we going?"

"The reason why I was being distant is because I didn't want Samantha to catch on," Randy said in reply, and Bianca was confused. What did that have to do with anything? "I've been planning this for a while.. I wanna propose to her."

Bianca smiled. "But what does that have to do with me?"

"I need a woman's opinion on what kind of ring to get her. You're her best friend, so I figured she would have told you what she wanted," Randy answered.

"I may have an idea," Bianca admitted, and Randy let out a sigh of relief.

"Good. I didn't think Amy had a clue on engagement rings, so I just had her take Samantha out for the day."

"Wow, Randy. You are smart," Bianca teased.

"Whatever."

Bianca grinned. The awkwardness between them was slowly dissipating.

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"Hi! Welcome to Kays. Can I help you with anything?" The woman at the counter smiled brightly at them. Bianca smiled back, but Randy scratched his head nervously.

"Um, yeah. I'm looking for an engagement ring," he said.

"Oh congratulations!" The woman smiled at the two, but Bianca shook her head.

"No!" Bianca said suddenly. "I'm already married," she flashed the woman her ring. "I'm just helping him out." She quickly said to clear the air.

"Ahh, gotcha," the jeweler said. "Well, I'll let you two take a look around, and if you see something you like, I can get it out of the case for you."

"Thanks," Randy and Bianca awkwardly said before browsing through the cases.

"So she wants a gold band, and a diamond on it," Bianca told Randy.

"Yeah, that's very helpful, Bianca," Randy said sarcastically. Pretty much all the rings in front of his face were gold with a diamond on it. "I don't know what to choose."

Bianca headed towards Randy and glanced over the case that he was looking at. "Hmm, good choices," she commented over the rings. "Did you see anything in particular?"

"Well, I really like that one," he pointed to a ring that was smack dab in the middle of the other rings. It had a gold band, and 3 diamonds. The center diamond was visibly larger than the other ones. "You think that's too much though?" He said of the diamonds. "What if she wants just one diamond?"

"Trust me, Randy, the more the merrier. She'll love it," Bianca said honestly.

Randy smiled genuinely. "Then I think this is the one." They flagged the woman over to order the ring, and within a few minutes, they were on their way back.

"So when do you plan on proposing?" Bianca asked as they drove back to her house. She munched on a Big Mac; they had made a stop to McDonald's.

"We're flying back to Missouri next week. I already talked to her parents about it. We're gonna have a family dinner, then I'll pop the question," Randy said.

"Aww, that's cute," Bianca smiled, happy for her friend—happy for the both of them. "I'm glad everyone approves."

"Me too," Randy smiled, not taking his eyes off of the road. "But umm.. Do you approve?"

Bianca was surprised at Randy's question. After all the shit that he gave her, did she approve? "Yeah. I think I do," she nodded. "But that doesn't change anything between us," she added playfully. "I still hate you."

"Heh," Randy smirked. "Whatever." They made it back to John's house and he pulled up to the curb again. "Get out!" He yelled jokingly and Bianca stuck her tongue out at him.

"Good luck," she grinned before hopping out of the SUV.

"Thanks, Bianca," Randy sincerely said. "For everything."

"No problem, buddy." Bianca closed the car door and made her way up the driveway. Randy wasn't so bad after all, and she couldn't be more happy for the both of them. But now she needed to go into the house and spend time with her husband.

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