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Chapter Eight: The Moment of Truth


"Mom, dad I-." I pause, not sure how or if I was going to let the words come out of my mouth. Jacklyn and Paul are silent, staring at me with anticipation. Taking a deep breath, I just open my mouth, and somehow the words manage to escape my lips. "I'm pregnant."

The grip my father had on the couch tightens and my mother just stares at me in shock. All eyes were on me and I wasn't sure what to do next.

My mother begins to sob, but stops for a second to break the unbearable silence when she says. "How did this happen?"

I start to speak but before I can my father cuts me off. "What the hell were you thinking! You're not even sixteen yet!"

"I know I-."

"Who is the father?"

As unbelievable as it may seem, the question caught me off guard. I had barely come terms with the idea of John being the father of our unborn child, but the question seemed to make all of this a little bit more realistic. The moment I answered this question was the moment all of our lives would change.

"John, John Cena." I mutter, my mother lets out a gasp and my father looks infuriated.

"Carol's boy?" My mother asks, I nod my head not looking either of my parents in their eyes.

"How far along are you sweetie?" My mother asks again, the shock obviously wearing off.

"Close to two months." I manage to reply, still not looking at my parents, their disappointment killing me inside.

"So what are you going to do about this situation?" My father asks.

I'm quiet for a moment, over the last couple weeks since Elle and I found out about the baby, I've managed to consider all the options. But when it came down to it, there was really only one option for me to choose. "I-I-I think I want to keep it."

"You're not going to keep this baby Roxanne, for goodness sakes you're about to be sixteen and pregnant! I will not allow it, this was an irresponsible mistake and I refuse to let you ruin your life."

"But dad!"

"No buts, you want to keep this baby and live happily ever after. Go ahead, but you will not do it in this house. You will not embarrass me!"

"Paul don't you think-." My mother chips in but my father quickly cuts her off.

"No Jacklyn, she wants to be an adult then she needs to hear this. Go tell your little boyfriend about this and let's see if he still wants to play house with you." He says to me with such malice that I begin to break down and cry.

With that last statement, my dad gets up from the couch and storms out of the room. My mother kisses my forehead and follows my father into the other room, and from that moment on my relationship with my family would never be the same.

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"Thanks for coming John, I know it's late." I say opening the door to let John in. "This conversation is years in the making, and after everything that has just happened I guess it's time for you to know the truth."

John nods his head and takes a seat on my bead, patting the spot next to him.

"I don't know where to start." I sigh sitting next to him.

John wraps his arm around me and pulls me next to him. "Let's start from the beginning."

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"You're what!" John yells, beginning to pace his room.

"I'm pregnant." I groan, growing tired of this conversation.

John stops in front of me, looking completely overwhelmed. "How did this happen."

"Do you really want me to go through that whole process right now, I think we have bigger issues to discuss. John I'm carrying your baby."

"Can you stop saying that."

I stare at John in disbelief, not completely sure of how I should respond to his reaction. "What are you trying to say?"

"What are you going to do about this?"

"I've been thinking about keeping it, you won't be too far away when you go off to college and you've been doing pretty well with you body building. It'll be hard, but I think that we can get through it."

"You're kidding me, right? I can't have a kid right now Roxy, this could ruin everything for me! Have you thought about a- you know."

"NO! I am not going to have an abortion! I have to live with this too John, you're not the only with something to lose." I yell back at him, pushing past him and walking out of the room.

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"And you pretty much know the rest. You completely ignore me every single day until you graduate, eventually moving very soon afterwards, then you end up living your life completely forgetting about me and so on and so forth."

"I'm so sorry Roxanne, I was an idiot back then. But there wasn't a day that went by that I didn't regret what I did."

I nod my head, trying to get my last minute thoughts together before I revealed to John what really happened to our child. "Obviously you don't have a kid running around here, so 'No', I didn't have the baby."

"You got an-." John trails off when he sees that my expression change. "What happened?"

"I miscarried." I mumble, trying to hold back my tears. "I have no idea how it happened I was a little over three months pregnant and then one day I'm having really bad back pain and contractions. Elle's parent's rushed me to the hospital, but there wasn't much they could do."

"I had no idea." John replies, pulling me onto his lap and hugging me.

"Not too many people know about that, I just let everybody assume what they wanted. Once you left, it didn't really matter anymore, I figured you would believe what you wanted." I say into John's neck as I wrap my arms around his neck before pulling away for a second. "It was a girl."

John rests his forehead against mine, sighing before saying. "I am so sorry Roxy, I don't know how many times I can say it. I should have never done that to you, you didn't deserve any of it."

John kisses my forehead before pulling me down onto the bed with him, once we were underneath the sheets John's hands immediately pull me onto his chest, where we both fall asleep.

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"Being up this early should be illegal." I mumble, snuggling myself deeper into the crook of John's neck.

The insistent knocking didn't stop as I continued my half-asleep rant, I could feel John laugh at my remarks as he reluctantly gets out of bed and goes to answer the door.

"I guess I'll get it since you want to be lazy." John says, I shrug my shoulders turning around to see a once again half naked John Cena walking to answer the door.

How he managed to get his shirt off is beyond me, but it's not like it was bothering me too much. Smiling to myself, I quickly realize something the closer John gets to the door.

There are only two people that I know that would be up this early in the morning….

"JOHN DON'T!" I yell, jumping out of bed and running to stop John from answering the door, but it was too late on the other side of my hotel room was Layla and Mickie, smiles plastered across their faces. "Fuck my life."

Layla and Mickie stand there wide eyed looking between a shirtless John Cena and me, whose wearing shorts and a very thin tank top.

Mickie, whose still smiling, decides to break the silence, "Uhh. Are we interrupting anything?"

I groan, shaking my head in my hands, wishing I was anywhere but here right now, "It's not what it looks like."

"Right." Layla replies, still looking frantically between John and I, "Well I guess we'll see you two in the next city. We wanted to see if you wanted to ride with us, but I can see that you're pretty occupied."

"Really, you guys. It's not what it looks like." I say once again, this time sounding more like whining than I wanted it to.

Layla and Mickie give me reluctant nod, before saying goodbye.

"Thanks for standing there like an idiot Cena."

"What did you expect me to do? Those aren't my friends." John replies.

"But Mickie is." John looks at me, uncertain of what I know. "Yeah, I know about the two of you. Hence the reason I didn't want to be caught in this predicament to begin with."

"She's cool with this; I do this all the time." John says nonchalantly.

"No, I'm not one of your groupies, nor do I care to be considered one of them. There's too much history between the two of us for people to go around thinking I'm another one of those WWE Diva whores."

"Got it, so do you mind telling me what you're really mad at?" John asks, watching me beginning to throw stuff into my suitcase.

"It's nothing. Can I bum a ride with you to the next city?" I say lying, John can sense it but besides not to press the issue.

"Sure you can Roxy." John replies, pulling me into a hug as I head into a bathroom with a change of clothes. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

"Ugh. So how does the poster boy of the WWE ride to all the shows?" I yell from the bathroom.

"Well I can tell you, it's better than being crammed into a Honda Accord with three PMSing Divas." I let out a small chuckle, as John continues. "And since we're running late, I say jet, private jet."

Emerging from the bathroom and buttoning up my black plaid shirt, I say. "Dammit Cena, I knew I kept you around for a reason."