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Natalie:

I just arrived home from New York. I've had a long day and a long drive home. I am more than happy to get home to see my favorite guy and my favorite girl. I pull into the driveway and walk up to the front door. I put my key in the hole to unlock the door and as soon as I open the door I can smell spaghetti filling the house. Of course I know that Angelina doesn't like sauce on her spaghetti but I can smell the butter. A smile slides across my face as I shut the door behind me and lay my bag down by the door. "I'm home," I say.

"MOMMY!" yells Angelina before she comes running to greet me at the door. "I missed you."

"I missed you too," I say with a smile as she wraps her arms around me. "Hi, Baby Brother," she says as she rubs my belly.

"You missed your brother too?" I ask with a smile.

"Yeah," she says with a smile as John walks into the room.

"Hey, Beautiful," he says with a smile as he walks over to give me a kiss.

"Hey, Baby," I say with a smile as I kiss him back.

"How was New York?"

"It was okay. I missed being home though," I say as we walk to the kitchen. I am surprised at how nice the house looks. He did a good job on housekeeping. Everything looks so nice. "The house looks nice."

"Thank-you," he says. "I try."

"I know baby," I say before I kiss him on the lips.

"God I missed you," he says as we sit down at the table. "Spaghetti?"

"Yes please, I'm starving."

"Okay," he says as he gets us each a plate of spaghetti. "How was your interview?"

"It went well but I don't think they were too happy with the idea of me being pregnant."

"So you don't think you got the job?" he asks as he sits down.

"No. I don't think so," I say, "but that's okay. I'm going to check out this WWE job."

"I talked to Vince about it," he says, "he said he is more than willing to check out your resume and give you an interview."

"Wonderful," I say. "I really need a job."

"You'll probably get it," he says.

"Good," I say. "So Angelina, how was school?"

"It was good," she says. "We were busy doing lots of work."

"That's usually what happens at school," I say with a smile. "But I'm sure you can handle it."

"I can," she says with a smile. "Are we going to move?"

"Maybe," I say.

"What about my school and my friends?"

"You'll be going to a new school and make new friends," I say, "but we don't need to talk about this until the time comes. We don't even know what's going to happen."

"I know we're moving," she says. "And I know we are moving out of Pennsylvania. I don't want to move. I don't want to go to a new school and I don't' want to make new friends. I like my school, I like my friends and I like Pennsylvania," she says. She is definitely upset about this. I hate to see her upset but moving is the best thing for us.

"It's not going to be that bad," I say. "We'll have a bigger house. You'll love it."

"I don't care. I don't want to move!" she yells before getting up and storming upstairs to her room. It breaks my heart. I want to go after her but I know she needs time to calm down so John and I sit at the table and continue eating.

Later that night after I put Angelina to bed I go into mine and John's bedroom. "Did she settle down?" asks John as he lays down in the bed.

"Yes we talked about it. She's not happy about it but she understands it. I told her that we would get another dog and she was happy about that."

"A big dog nothing like that small Peaches dog she has," he says.

"I know," I say as I lay down next to him and cuddle up close to him.

"Okay," he says with a smile before kissing the top of my head. "So how is our little guy doing?" he asks as he places his hand on my stomach to rub it.

"He's good," I say with a smile. I love when he touches my stomach. He is so excited about this baby. I love that about him. "He's been awake all day."

"Nice," he says, "so any ideas for names?"

"Not really," I say. "You?"

"What about Peyton for a boy?" he asks.

"How about no," I say. "You are not giving our son a name of some football player."

"It was worth a shot," he says. "I don't know any boy names that I want to use."

"Me either," I say. "When we see him we'll know. Just like I knew Angelina was an Angelina."

"I want to pick a name before he gets here," he says, "I'll get us a baby name book."

"Okay," I say. "We'll look at names then. What names go with Cena?"

"You want him to have my last name?" he asks.

"Well, yeah," I say. "He is your son. He should have your last name. I wish that Angelina had your last name. I have been thinking of getting it changed to Cena instead of Morgan."

"That's a good idea," he says, "so when do you want to change your last name to Cena instead of Morgan." My heart stops at his question. It's almost as if he is sort of proposing.

"Mr. Cena, are you proposing marriage to me?" I ask with a smile as I rub his chest.

"Not exactly," he says, "I'm just asking when you want to change your last name to Cena."

"I don't know," I say with a smile. "When you're divorced," I answer.

"I see," he says. "So there is hope that you'll marry me."

"Yeah," I say. "I guess there is. You are my baby's daddy and I love you."

"And you are my baby's momma," he says, "and I love you."

"So how is the divorce coming?" I ask.

"It's not," he says.

"What do you mean it's not?" I ask as I sit up in the bed.

"Relax, Nat, I signed the papers. I'm ready to be divorced but it's Ashley. She's stalling. She won't sign the papers."

"What do you mean she won't sign the papers? Make her sign the papers," I say.

"I can't just make her sign the papers. I wish I could but I can't. She won't sign them. She's being stubborn."

"Why? Why won't she just sign the papers and let you be happy?"

"Because if I'm not with her then she doesn't want me to be happy," he says. "She called here earlier tonight."

"She called you?" I ask. I'm a little upset knowing that Ashley called John. I wish she would just disappear.

"Yes," he says, "I told her not to call me anymore. I told her my attorney will handle it. I don't' know what to do with her Natalie. She won't sign the papers."

"Wonderful," I say. "Just wonderful. So she's just going to be around stalking you?"

"Nat, she's not going to stalk me. She's just going to be difficult and stubborn. She'll sign the papers eventually."

"Well, I do want to get married some day and as long as she's not signing those papers it's never going to happen."

"You want to marry me?" he asks with a smile.

"John, that's not the point. Get her to sign the papers and get her out of our lives so that we can move on together."

"I'll do what I can," he says. "I promise."

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