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Chapter 19

One Month Later:

John was fully moved in with Punk and they would have to go back to work soon. They have been now dating for almost four months, and things couldn't get better. They never fought, they were with each almost all day every day and neither one of them were getting sick and tired of the other. They were both on cloud nine. Nothing could go wrong.

But Punk knew they were about to get into their first big fight. Punk is considering talking to John about coming out to their families. He is sick of having to come up with excuses all the time.

John told his family that he moved in with Punk because they were never home and they might as well. Saves more money anyways. Punk was surprised when his family actually bought it. Gullible.

But Punk knew that their relationship couldn't go any further until their families know. And Punk wants their relationship to go further. Much much further.

Punk walked out of the den and into the kitchen where John was currently cooking dinner. He sat down at the table and stared at him. When John finally turned around, he saw Punk staring and walked over and kissed him. Punk didn't even know where to begin on talking to John about this, so he just got straight to the point. "I think we should tell our families."

John dropped the spatula he was holding and it fell to the floor, grease splattering every where. He turned the stove off and turned around facing Punk, with wide eyes. "I'm sorry, what?" John had no concern of keeping this light, because this was a very touchy topic.

"I think we should tell our families."

"Yeah. I heard you, and are you crazy?" John picked up the spatula and threw it in the sink.

"No. I'm not crazy. Don't you want this relationship to move forward?"

"Of course, but I don't think I am ready for that." John sat down at the table across from Punk and looked into his eyes. Punk saw only one thing in his eyes: fear.

"I think it is about time we tell them, baby." Punk stood up and walked over to John and knelt down, gazing up into his eyes. "Because you know..." Punk grabbed John's ring finger on his left hand and started rubbing it. "...we can't get married until we do."

John's eyes lit up and he started smiling. "Married? You plan on us getting married?" John was getting a little too excited.

"Yes I do. Not tomorrow, or next week. But I definitely see it happening. You know, that is if you say 'yes'." Punk was still running his fingers across John's ring finger, staring at it too.

"You know I will say yes."

"Actually, I don't know. There are times I still think you don't really want to be here."

John tapped Punk to force him to look in his eyes. "Do you really think I would give up my only house to move in with you if I didn't really want to be here?"

Punk looked back down at John's hand and continued rubbing his finger, imagining the future they could have together. "That makes sense. But still...never mind. If we plan on taking the next step then I think we should tell our families."

John sighed and slowly nodded. "Yeah, I guess so." John squeezed Punk's hand and lifted it to his lips to place a soft kiss on it. "How do you want to tell them?"

"I think we should invite both of our families over here to tell them together. And so it's easier, kill two birds with one stone and all of that bullshit." Punk started placing kisses on John's hands in return.

"Alright then. When?"

"This weekend."

"This weekend? Well then, this should be fun. I will go call them and see if they can fly out." John stood up and Punk was right behind him.

"I will do the same."

They both called their families and they agreed to come down. John and Punk were on edge for the rest of the week.

That Weekend:

Both families have already arrived and were all sitting in the living room until dinner was ready. John was in the kitchen, along with his mom, finishing up dinner. Both Punk's family and John's family brought many things to help move dinner along quickly.

Punk was sitting in the living room, talking to everyone and keeping them occupied. And he was trying as hard as he can to hide how nervous he was.

"What's the matter, boy?" Punk's father yelled from across the room. Punk and his father weren't on the greatest terms so he just shook his head and said nothing. He didn't realize that he was shaking and he was cracking his knuckles over and over again.

His mother finally went over to him and grabbed his arm. She dragged him into his room and sat him down on the bed. John's family continued to interact with Punk's family while this all happened.

"What's the matter, sweetheart? Your twitching." Punk's mom sat beside her son and started rubbing his back, trying to soothe him and calm him down.

"I just have a lot on my mind." Punk wasn't even making eye contact.

"Does this have to do with the fact that you are dating John Cena." Punk looked wide eyed at his mother, who was raising an eyebrow smiling.

"What!?" Punk tried to play innocent and his voice was getting all high. "What makes you think that?"

"Phil, it is not that difficult to figure out. You and John are living together, both are acting weird, and you both invited your families to come down here the same weekend. You don't have to be a rocket scientist to figure it out."

Punk sighed and laid his head on his mom's shoulder. "And your okay with it?"

"I just want you to be happy, Phil. I will support you no matter what you decide to do."

"And who else knows?" Punk looked up at his mother.

"Just John's mom. We both discussed it already. She's supportive too. But of course everyone else is oblivious to it and has no idea what's going on." She laughed at how naive everyone else was.

"How should we tell them?" Punk finally sat up and looked into his mother's eyes, very curious of her answer. He was hoping that she could help them out somehow.

"I would say to just come out and tell them. And if they can't accept you for your choices, then forget them." Punk was surprised at his mother's bluntness. She has always been a family person, but Punk is very thankful that she has his back.

"Thank you." They both stood up and went back to the living room. She went back to her husband and Punk went to the kitchen where John was now alone.

"Hey, where have you been?" John asks in between setting dishes full of food down on the table.

"Talking to my mom. She knows." John didn't look surprised at all.

"I know. My mom does too, she just got done talking to me as well."

"When do you want to tell them." Punk resisted the urge to go hug the love of his life. Soon this will all be in the open and he won't have to hide anything.

"I would say during dinner."

About half an hour later, everyone was seated at the dinner table. They were already digging in when Punk cleared his throat to get everyone's attention. He looked over at his mom who just nodded and smiled.

Punk stood up and everyone was staring at him. He was not a shy person but he felt like he was going to vomit. "I have something that I need to tell you guys. Something that we need to tell you." Punk grabbed John's arm and John stood up as well.

"Yeah, um..." John looked over at Punk for support and Punk decided to handle it.

"Me and John...are...um...together." Everyone just sat there with blank faces. Punk couldn't read a single one. Both of their moms were looking around the table to see everyone's reaction, but it was impossible to read.

Punk's father stood up and pointed to them. "What do you mean when you say 'together'?" He did not look happy.

Punk grabbed John's hand and John almost pulled away out of fear but Punk held onto it firmly. "We are dating, dad. And we wanted to let you know before we go any further in our relationship."

"You guys are fagots?" Punk's father walked to the other side of the table and stood right in front of his son.

"No! But we did find out that we love each other. And if you got a problem with that, you can feel free to leave my house." Punk was not backing down and had a stare down with his father. John did not like the look Punk was getting and tried to pull him back, but Punk shrugged it off.

"I thought I raised you better than this, Phil."

"You didn't raise me at all, you fucking drunk!" Punk spat the last word and his father's expression hardened. At that point, Punk's mom stood up and got in between them.

"This is our son. And we will support him with any decisions he decides to make." Punk still didn't back down from the stare down.

"Fine." Punk's father still didn't seem happy but went back to his seat. He was gripping his fork so tight, his hand started to turn purple.

At that moment, John's mom stood up and addressed everyone. "We shouldn't care if they are in a different type of relationship than all of us, they are still our family and we should respect their decision. I love you John, and I am so glad you are happy." She walked over to John and gave him a big hug. "And Phil. Welcome to the family." She went and hugged Punk too and Punk smiled at her.

The rest of dinner was full of small talk. No one bringing up what just happened and the news they all just received, but it was on everyone's minds.

After they all left to catch their flight back home, Punk found John slumped on the couch. "How are you feeling?" Punk sat down next to him and leaned on him.

"That was the longest couple of days of my life."

"Yeah. Same here. Well at least it is over with and now they know." Punk kissed John on the cheek and stood up to head to the kitchen. "What a mess." There were dishes everywhere and Punk was way too exhausted to even think about cleaning.

John walked behind Punk and wrapped his arms around his waist. "Don't worry about it. We will clean it up tomorrow. Let's just go to bed."

Punk followed John to the room and both men collapsed onto the bed. John looked up at Punk and smiled. "So? About marriage, do you think they would ever accept us getting married?"

"I think that if they don't, then screw them." Punk's eyes were closed, but he still let out a smile because he knew that John must be smiling right now.

"You pretty much just said that you absolutely do plan on proposing to me."

"I do." Punk said those words on purpose. Hinting at marriage again.

"Well hopefully we will be saying those words pretty soon."

"Maybe we will. You will just have to wait and see because I am definitely not going to propose to you when you are thinking about it."

"That's if you do propose to me. Things can change." John started rubbing Punk's arm.

"Yeah things can change. Who knows. But as of right now, I definitely plan on us having a very long and happy life together."

John reached over and kissed Punk passionately. He can not wait for the day Punk proposes because it will be a 'yes'. No thinking involved, no guessing, it will be a 'yes'. And John can't wait.

They deepened the kiss before finally pulling away and falling asleep with no more stress on their shoulders. They held each other tight and Punk was smiling wide, knowing that the day that will decide their entire future is very soon.

A/N: Well, now the family knows and they are talking about marriage. Aww, lol. I hope you guys liked the chapter. There is only one chapter left and I will update on Tuesday. Thank you everyone for reading and I would really appreciate it if you left a review. Thanks again. :)