So the third chapter has arrived. I hope you find some enjoyment out of it, even though it's rather on the short side.

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It's not a silly little moment,
It's not the storm before the calm.
This is the deep and dying breath of
This love that we've been working on.

John Mayer- Slow dancing in a burning room

Chapter three

Rayne's POV

Stephanie excused herself to make a phone call; even if I didn't know her it would seem suspicious. Just waltzing off like that, leaving me with someone I wasn't really ready to come face to face with. I mean nothing against the guy, he's great, and scary all at the same time. But he's I guess you could call him one of the Jocks of the WWE. I mean everyone knows him; everyone wants to talk to him. But give the guy credit; if you need him he'll be first in line to help you sort it. I guess that's one of the reasons why I got on so well with him. That and the fact he's a massive sports buff.

"I thought your jersey seemed familiar, new seasons right?" I glance down at my JYP top, the one Trace purposely gave me in a men's XL. But the fact it was massive was working to my advantage, the fact I could sling it completely of my one shoulder means I can show off the flock of birds that adorn my back. Having my name slapped on the back along with Trace's number just reminds me of my family, plus people can rarely pronounce my name- which avoids them annoying conversations that you don't want to have about what it is and why I'm wearing it. They just look at it, and go 'that's not an NFL team is it?' Which I of course reply no.

"Yeah, kinda. It's the pre season at the moment. Trace had it sent out to me early. You know flying the flag for the family." I smiled at him, knowing he wouldn't be totally satisfied until we got to the gossip, might as well let him get something out of me, other than a sneak-peek at my jersey. Then I can head of and find Steph again. "So you got the gold again? What's that now fourth time?" Guess I started of well with my questions, his signature smile spread ear to ear, as he readjusted the belt so it sat over his shoulder.

"Hell yeah! You always did remember the numbers! I have to say I didn't expect you to be my prize for winning." A chuckle left his lips, his gaze never once faltering and leaving me. He seemed genuinely happy and surprised to see me. Ever the comedian, even not being around I made a point of keeping up on the general happening within the company.

"Four isn't a big number to count too." I poked my tongue out at him, flashing the red and black barbell that lived there. He was with me when I got that done; I'd tried for ages to get him to have something to done, but to no avail, apparently he's too manly for anything like that. "And sadly I'm not your prize; I'm only here to see Steph. I have something super important to ask her."

As quick as I could blink, John had replaced the smile with puppy dog eyes. Giving me the face, that makes your heart melt a little every time you blink. This is why so many of the women who work here swoon after him and let him slide for so many things that some of the other superstars would not get away with.

"But... but... Rae!" His lip jutted out even more, making his speech sound somewhat special. By special I mean whiny, but you can't call a guy with arms the size of tree trunks whiny out loud at least, "I won! I should get something special for that, especially with you here."

"You did get something special. And it's sitting on your shoulder." I point to the belt that lay there, "Some people forget about everything else to have that thing. Therefore it is special. And if it's not special enough for you, then give it to someone who thinks it is!" The words spilt from my mouth before I had the chance to catch up with them. I hadn't voiced my opinion on the career gold in a long while, so much so; I actually surprised myself. But if he didn't think it was special then why should he have it? To those who have it more than once, they forget what it's like to work there way up to the level that they have to be to get it. They forget or choose to ignore the trail of destruction it leaves behind, the lives it ruins. You hear the stories about what people do to get to the top, what they pump themselves with, how hard they have to train. But not about what they put you through, while your there when they're broken, trying to wean them off things they shouldn't be addicted to, trying to keep it together because if you let it show how much it hurts how hard you're finding it they aren't there anymore. But then you get recognised, because then you didn't do enough, then it's your fault. You're the one people look at, and ask why'd it happen, why'd you let that happen. Why couldn't you get them the help they obviously needed. If only it was that easy, but they choose the path they want and there's only so far you can trail in the shadows, picking things up, before you find an escape route. Your escape.

My vision started to blur at the edges, I refuse to let it become anything more than a blur on the horizon. I refuse to let that ship sail. Not now.

"I didn't mean it like that Rae, sorry." Before I had chance to fully blink the tears away, the belt was on the floor and his arms wrapped securely around my shoulders. Squeezing tightly, trying to remove all the thoughts that plagued me, all the emotions attached to the inanimate object. It didn't occurred to me to pull away, until his grip loosened and his hands trailed down my arms. Raking his eyes over the front of my shirt, taking in what he had felt as his body pulled flush with my own. Making sense of it, he removed his hand pulling the back of my jersey until it became taught. His blue eyes widening as the sight. Removing his hand and readjusted myself I took a step back before looking at him once more.

"You don't have to stand there like that, you look like a giant fly trap. Now I have to go, I really need to talk to Steph."My fingers tapped underneath his chin; as I made my feet move around his muscularly form. Only to be stopped as his hand caught my arm.

"You're pregnant?" He questioned, seeming unable to decide for himself. Nodding, I placed a hand over my swollen abdomen. "How'd it happen?" His question caught me completely of guard, I looked back at him failing to contain my laughter.

"Seriously John, you must have had the Birds and the Bees talk by now." I smirked back at him, containing the urge to demonstrate the actions with my fingers, "Well you see when a man and a woman like each other..."

"That's not what I meant." He sighed, not removing his had from my arm.

"You asked how, Jonny boy. How is I had sex. And things happened. Any other questions you need clearing up? Or can I leave now?" Disappointment radiated from his stare as a frown emerged from that previously beaming face. That look, I don't understand how he can look at me like that? Like i've gone and done something wrong? You know that face you pull when you read about teenagers sleeping around, having unprotected sex which result in pregnancies, or see that program '16 and pregnant'? That's the look he's giving me. That look that screams, 'how did they get themselves into that mess?' Except I'm not in a mess; I'm not at school or living with my parents or even unemployed. I am more than able to provide for this child. How dare he look at me like that!

"Don't you dare give me that look Cena! I'm twenty-fucking-eight! Not fourteen, I am perfectly capable of raising a child." I growled up at him.

"Is he on the scene?" His hand tightening slightly around my arm once more. Deciding that I don't have to answer his question, that he has no right to ask me that. I simply stare back, before asking, "Who?" The look on his face told me he didn't like what I'd said.

"Who the hell do you think Rayne? The father!" How do I tell him that there's nobody, that I'm doing this on my own, my own way, because I didn't want to stay with the father. John's just like my big brother, this is exactly how Trace reacted when I told him. Things didn't change once I told him that me and the father don't want to be together, that I was more than fine to bring up my child on my own. I don't want the drama whilst I'm pregnant. He was disappointed that things had reached this point, then angry with me because I wouldn't let him go an sort the guy out. But he's was there when I broke the news to the rest of my family, and he's been nothing but supportive since.

"There is no father... Immaculate Conception. So it's just me, myself and I on this little journey. So don't worry yourself about it." Giving him the best smile I could muster, I removed my arm from his grasp before nodding to the belt that lay discarded on the floor. "You might want to grab that before someone else does."

"Sorry." he said somewhat sheepishly as he picked up his belt, "I just didn't expect this. I mean the last time I saw you... And now you're all, I just don't know what to say. I mean I want to go find the fucker and beat him to a pulp for leaving you like this. You shouldn't have to be alone when you're pregnant. What if something was to happen and..." before he had chance to finish, I wrapped my arms around his torso pulling him in to a hug.

"I know it's not something I expected either, but it's happening. So don't worry about him, I'm more than happy with the arrangement. Funnily enough you said exactly what Trace said to me when I told him to. And nothing will happen to me or the bean. So don't worry about us and just be happy for me? Maybe offer your congratulations and all that stuff."

"Congratulations Rayne. You're going to make a wonderful mummy." He kissed the top of my head, and mumbled his sentence into my hair. Peering up at his face; he no longer looked angry or disappointed in me. That was all I needed to see to pull away.

"Gosh Cena you stink. And now I stink like you too." Wrinkling my nose in mock disgust, pulling the fabric of my jersey away from me. Once again his laugh filled the halls.

"You should be so lucky to smell like a champ! I could bottle it and sell the stuff. Someone somewhere would buy it. So think you're self lucky I shared it with you for free."

"Sure, sure. I think it's time you hit the shower. And I still need to talk to Steph, even though she's done a disappearing act." He nodded in agreement, looking over my head to see the hall still empty.

"I guess you're right about that, it was my excuse to get away from people earlier. They wouldn't be happy if they saw me standing around talking. Are you planning on sticking around long? Or is this just a brief visit?"

"Flying visit, I wanted to ask Steph about Bean. To be honest I wasn't planning on stopping and talking to anyone other than Steph and Paul. It's all a bit strange you know?"

"I guess so. Well you better go find Steph before everyone leaves. But before you go, give me your phone. I miss talking to you. And I want updates about your little one got it?" He flashed me a sad smile as I gave him my phone. It didn't take long for him to put in his number and then call himself before handing it back to me. I used to have his number, but after an unfortunate flying incident involving my phone and a wall, I had to get myself a new one. And I never bothered to get any of the numbers I had.

"Okay. I'll see what I can do. Bye John." I wiggled my fingers at him as we moved in opposite directions. Glancing at the retreating form melancholy washed over me, as the realization of how much I'd missed my game buddy hit me.

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