I am heading into finals week, so I wanted to post this before everything gets hectic for me. But on a good note, after finals is summer time!! Hopefully I will be able to update more often, but we will have to see. But anyway, so here's what everyone has been waiting for. I won't give anything away, so here is chapter 27... ENJOY!!

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Pinky Promise

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Chapter 27: Strike Three

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Perfect. If there was one word that could describe Bianca Evans Cena's life at the moment, it would be just that.

Not only was she asked to be the maid of honor for Sam and Randy's wedding next year (Randy had proposed a month prior), but Bianca's own life couldn't have gotten any better. She had the best husband in the world, she lived comfortably in her large beautiful house, and soon, there would be a new addition to the Cena family. At least she hoped so.

Bianca glanced at the clock on the wall and waited for the second hand to reach the 12. Once it did, she hopped up from her place at the toilet and rushed over to the sink. She was almost too afraid to look, but she picked up the plastic stick anyway and glanced at it. Positive, the test read loud and clear, and Bianca's face broke out into a smile. Two positive tests couldn't be wrong. She was pregnant.

Bianca subconsciously placed a hand on her tummy and grinned. Somewhere in there, a tiny little baby was growing. She wanted to scream and jump for joy. She wanted to tell the whole world. But first, she had to tell John. He would be home from his trip to town in a few hours, which was just enough time to plan for a surprise. It would be the best surprise that John would ever have.

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John Cena leisurely drove down the road in search of something. After searching two different junkyards for car parts, he couldn't find the things that he needed to rebuild his new "project"—the 1984 Saleen Mustang currently sitting in his garage.

Passing a small building with a bright red sign, John made a U-turn and pulled into the empty parking lot. It was a long shot, but it didn't hurt to try. He stared up at the sign before walking towards the building. Did pawnshops sell car parts?

The door chimed behind him, and the middle-aged man at the counter gazed at him curiously. "Uh, hi." John said awkwardly. He didn't like the way the man was eyeing him.

"Can I help you with anything?" Nor did John like the tone in his voice.

"You wouldn't happen to have any car parts here, would you?" John asked, almost sheepishly.

"This is a pawn shop, not a junk yard," the man retorted, and John frowned, resisting the urge to pop one up the man's head.

"Right," John nodded and turned to leave, but something in the display case caught his eye. He couldn't help but to walk up to the counter to take a good look at it. "Hey, that's.."

"Beautiful, isn't it?" The man smirked. "Care to take a look?"

Unconsciously, John nodded, and the man reached into the display to grab the item and placed it into John's palm. Bianca's ring. John held the ring up to examine it closer. It looked exactly like the engagement ring he bought Bianca. But it couldn't be the same, could it? Bianca had lost her first ring, hadn't she?

"Why would someone want to pawn off such a beautiful ring?" John asked the man curiously.

"A young lady came here months ago, in need of money. I offered to buy her ring off of her for $6,000, and she immediately agreed," the man explained.

John shook his head; it didn't take a genius to put two and two together. When Bianca lost her ring, she was so torn up about it, as if she was….guilty of something. She had showered him with gifts back then, as if to make up for her carelessness. John inwardly kicked himself. Why hadn't he thought to ask her where she had gotten the money all of a sudden?

John couldn't let go of the ring. But he had to go home—now. He had to figure out what was going on. He reached for his wallet in his back pocket and fished it out. "You said $6,000?"

The man grinned wickedly and nodded.

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John had sped home. Bianca could hear the sound of his car speeding down the street. She figured he had found the parts he needed to complete his project and he was excited to come home. Bianca clutched the tiny box in her hand. This would give him another reason to be excited, she smiled to herself.

She had it all planned out. She would have John sit down, give him the present, and tell him to open it. She couldn't wait to see the look on his face once he sees the two positive tests inside.

Bianca glanced out the window, waiting for her husband to come into the house. She frowned, however, once she saw the expression on John's face. He did not look happy at all. But Bianca tried to remain positive. It would definitely cheer him up to find out that they were going to have a baby. Bianca placed the box down and waited.

"Hey, baby," Bianca hopped off of the sofa to greet him. She raised her arms to hug him, but John stopped her, grabbing her wrists to prevent her from going further.

"We need to talk," he said solemnly.

"Oh, okay," Bianca said, taken aback by John's reaction. He had never stopped her before. Whatever happened, it must have really made him unhappy. Bianca let John lead her back to the sofa and they both sat down.

"Johnny?" Bianca carefully spoke. "What's wrong?" Her voice was soft in hopes that her tone would calm him down. She observed her husband; he looked like he was about ready to punch someone. His hands were clenched into fists, his jaw taut, and he was shaking ever so slightly. Bianca frowned. Whoever pissed him off… "Johnny, talk to me…" She reached an arm out to touch him, but he pulled away. Bianca's eyes widened at his movement, and sudden realization hit. John was mad at her. But what did she do?

Before Bianca could question him, John broke his silence. "Would you care to explain to me how this got into a pawn shop?" John bitterly said as he reached into his pocket to pull out the ring.

Bianca gasped, staring at the ring in disbelief. The replacement ring on her finger suddenly felt heavy. "John…" She was almost speechless.

"What the fuck is going on, Bianca?" John said through clenched teeth, the hand holding the ring was shaking.

Bianca's heart was beating so fast, she thought it was going to explode. She mentally told herself to calm down. It was now or never; she had to tell him the truth. She could see how hurt John was, and she didn't want to lie anymore; she didn't want to hurt him.

Once Bianca opened her mouth, the truth poured out. It was easier to do than she expected, but the look John gave her killed her inside. She started from the beginning, and she told him everything: from how she got fired from her job, and only then had she agreed to marry him for security, how she lied to her parents as well, to how she pawned her engagement ring for money because she didn't want to seem like a gold digger. By the end of her confession, Bianca's head was down, too ashamed to look her husband in the eye, but she stayed strong.

Bianca chanced a glance at John. He was facing her, but he wasn't looking at her; he couldn't look at her. John shook his head and merely scoffed. Their whole marriage was a lie! He couldn't trust her..not anymore. He felt so stupid for falling in love with her and taking care of her. He was a fool.

"I love you, John," Bianca suddenly said. At this point, she would do anything to fix her marriage. She would do anything to get John to forgive her. "You have to believe me. I didn't mean to hurt you. I didn't think it would get this far, but I fell in love with you."

But Bianca's pleas were falling on deaf ears. "Get out." It was so soft, Bianca almost didn't hear it.

"What?" She whispered, trying to register what John just told her.

"Get out," John said again in a calm voice. When Bianca didn't budge, he turned to face her, his expression full of anger and pain. "Get the fuck out! Pack your shit and leave!" He yelled, pointing at the door.

The volume and tone of John's voice startled Bianca but she remained frozen in her seat. She could only stare at John with pleading eyes. "Johnny…please," she whimpered.

John shook his head, stood up, and stormed out.

Bianca was left on the sofa, tears finally falling from her eyes. Was her marriage over? The more it registered in her brain, the more she couldn't breathe. She messed up big time, but she deserved it. After all the lies and deceit, the least she could do was grant John his last request.

Bianca's legs felt heavy as she headed up the stairs and into their bedroom. Grabbing her luggage, she began to slowly pack. Tears continued to fall as she threw her clothes into her bags. She couldn't help but to think how right Randy was; she did screw herself over. This was strike three.

Bianca finished packing in no time, yet she remained on the floor with her luggage, staring out into space. John appeared in the doorway. "I'm heading out," he said. His voice was much calmer, and Bianca turned to face him from where she sat on the floor. She hoped he would tell her to stop packing and that they would work it out. But instead, "I can't be in the same house with you right now. You better be gone by the time I get back, and take that stupid dog with you too," he said, glaring at the small puppy that wouldn't leave Bianca's side. John turned around, but stopped. "I never want to see you again." And with that, he walked away.

As soon as John was out of sight, Bianca let out a choked cry. It was over. It was really over. She had nothing to do now but to leave. But where would she go? You know you can stay with us whenever you want you…

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When Vivian Evans answered the door, she didn't expect to see her daughter standing there, surrounded by luggage, and holding a small dog in her arms. "Honey?" She questioned, eyeing her daughter with concern.

Bianca only pouted, as she broke down crying again. Instinctively, Vivian pulled her daughter into a hug. "Larry!" She called into the house as she led Bianca in.

Larry Evans came rushing towards them, bewildered at the scene. He glanced at his wife before nodding knowingly. He brought Bianca's luggage in just as Vivian and Bianca sat at the kitchen table. Larry and Vivian could only watch as their only daughter bawled her eyes out. All they could do was wait for her to calm down.

Once Bianca's crying simmered down to quiet sniffling, Larry reached an arm out to her. "Sweetie, what happened?"

Bianca gazed up at them. "It's over," she croaked softly.

"Why?" Both parents frowned in concern.

Bianca took a deep breath. She told John the truth; the least she could do for her parents was to tell them the truth as well. So she told them the exact same story, and of John's reaction afterwards. The truth came easier this time, and by the end of it, both her parents had the same concerned look on their faces. "I messed up big time," she said softly, shamefully. "He doesn't want me anymore."

Now was not the time to lecture or scold their daughter. She needed their support, and that was what the Evans were going to give her. "Everything will be okay, Bianca," Vivian reassured.

"No, it won't be okay," Bianca said, tears coming to her eyes again. Before her parents could question her, Bianca made her final confession. "I'm pregnant."

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