I figured I would post a quick one before I head to work. And I love you guys. It's a short one, but expect more! And...ENJOY!

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Pinky Promise

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Chapter 29: Company

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John Cena landed on the mat with a loud thud. Instead of jumping up right away, however, he simply lay there, letting out an exasperated sigh.

"What's wrong with you, man?" Randy Orton walked up to his friend in the center of the ring and crouched, towering over his friend's body. He poked him in the rib, but there was no response. John only stared blankly at the ceiling. Randy looked around the room, made sure no one else was there, and took a seat next to his friend. "You know," he started, "everyone's starting to notice..you've been slacking." Randy never made eye contact as he spoke. He merely stared down at his lap. "So.. what's up? Is everything okay?" He waited for a response.

"…No…" John whispered. "Everything is not okay."

"What happened?" Randy asked. If John was this bummed out, something major had to have happened.

"Bianca…she left," John said, his voice soft and somber.

"What?" Randy couldn't believe his ears. Before he could say anything more, John answered the question that he was dying to ask.

"I kicked her out," John simply replied in that same sad tone of voice.

"Why?" Randy turned his head to stare at John in disbelief. Weren't they super in love or something?

John let out a heavy breath before answering. "You were right, Randy. You were right this whole time." Randy was slightly confused. Right about what? "She was only in it for the money, just like you said."

Randy's eyes widened at John's statement. Oh shit, he thought. Although he accused Bianca of being a gold digger, he didn't really think it would lead to this.

"She was playing me the whole time," John continued. "Remember how she lost her engagement ring? She didn't lose it; she pawned it for cash…. And to think I was stupid enough to believe her." John let out another sigh before shaking his head. "I loved her. I did everything for her.. but she was just using me."

Randy didn't know what to say. What could he say after hearing all of this? "Sorry, man," was all he could think of.

John merely shrugged. "Don't worry about it," he said as he picked himself up off the floor. "I lived ten years without her. I can do it again."

The harshness in John's voice was surprising even to Randy. He shook his head; if John was like this, he could only imagine how Bianca was holding up.

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Bianca stood in front of the full-sized mirror and turned sideways. Lifting her shirt up from her tummy, she inspected it in the mirror. Nothing had changed in the couple of weeks; she still looked normal. She ran a hand over her tummy and wondered when she would start showing. Goodbye, figure, she joked to herself.

"Honey! You have company!" Vivian's voice called out from downstairs.

Bianca frowned. Her father was out for another day of golfing, so Vivian couldn't have been talking to him. But…Who would want to visit Bianca?

Sudden realization hit, and Bianca's heart started to pound. Was it John? Did he come to take her back? Bianca nearly zoomed out the door and towards the stairs. She slowed down, however, once she saw who was at the bottom of the stairs. It wasn't John.

"Randy? Sam?" Bianca was in disbelief. She descended the stairs and was immediately pulled into a hug by Sam.

"Why didn't you tell me you left!" The younger brunette asked with a hurt expression on her face.

Bianca was caught off guard at the question. Shouldn't they be mad at her? She glanced towards Randy.

"We need to talk," he said solemnly.

At this point, Bianca knew that John had talked to Randy. She nodded, preparing herself for the inevitable. "Let's sit down," she said, leading them to the sofas in the living room.

"Don't mind me," Vivian interjected with a smile. "I'll be out in the garden." And with that, she disappeared out the door.

"So," Bianca started. "How'd you guys find me?"

"I'm a celebrity. What do you expect?" Randy answered smartly. Bianca raised an eyebrow at him.

"John said you might be here," Sam answered honestly.

Bianca nearly winced at the name. She didn't expect hearing his name would cause her pain. "Oh. So what are you guys doing here?" She asked, although deep down inside she knew why they were there.

"We wanna know what happened..between you and John," Randy simply said.

A sad expression crossed Bianca's face. "He didn't tell you..?"

"He did," Randy confirmed. "I just wanted to know your side of the story."

Bianca shrugged and grimaced. "What do you want me to say? That you were right? That I struck out? That I screwed myself over?"

Sam turned to Randy in confusion. "What is she talking about? What were you right about?"

Bianca lowered her head in shame as Randy started to talk. "When I first met Bianca, I had reason to believe that she wasn't with John for the right reasons…I thought she was a gold digger."

Sam frowned and opened her mouth to speak, but Bianca interjected before the younger brunette could. "And he was right, at least in the beginning," Bianca admitted. She braced herself for another confession. "I got fired from my job, I was about to lose my apartment—I was about to lose everything—and then here comes John, after 10 years of not seeing him. He asked me to marry him," she scoffed. "He has money, he has his own place, and he was willing to do anything for me. How could I say no?" She grimaced. "I know I'm a horrible person. But don't worry, what goes around comes around.. I fell in love with him, and just when I thought things would be okay, he found the engagement ring that I pawned off.. the ring that you guys spent all day looking for.."

"Bianca…" Sam gasped, speechless at Bianca's profession.

"I'm sorry," Bianca continued, tears starting to form in her eyes. "I am so sorry," she sobbed. "I understand if you hate me right now, and I wouldn't blame you if you decide to never speak to me again… I got what I deserved. I used him, he found out, and now I'm carrying his baby."

The couple's eyes widened. "You're pregnant!" Bianca could only nod. "Does he know?" Randy asked, and the former shook her head.

"Why didn't you tell him?" Samantha frowned.

"I never got the chance to; he kicked me out the day that I was going to tell him," Bianca said, new tears falling from her face. " But maybe it's better this way. He doesn't want me anymore. I don't expect him to want this baby."

"Bianca, you have to tell him," Randy tried to convince her but to no avail.

Bianca shook her head again. "No," she said adamantly.

"If you don't tell him, I will," Randy threatened softly.

"Please don't," Bianca begged, her eyes pleading desperately with the Legend Killer.

"But he deserves to know," Randy argued.

"He doesn't want anything to do with me anymore," Bianca said. "A baby isn't going to change that. I know you guys are just trying to help, and I really appreciate it, but let's face it—I messed up big time, and John doesn't want me anymore. Don't worry about me. I can raise this baby on my own."

"No," Samantha interrupted. Bianca looked at her questioningly. "As your friend, I can't have you raising a baby on your own," she said resolutely. "We can help you."

"Really…?" Bianca raised an eyebrow, looking between the two of them. Samantha nodded her head vigorously, and Randy, although slow, was nodding as well.

"You've helped us a lot.. We wanna help you too," Sam said.

Bianca smiled with more tears in her eyes. But this time, they were happy tears.

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