Punk and John were literally wrestling around and even landed on the coffee table; breaking it into pieces. My heart was broken, and I was paralyzed, or at least stuck to my spot. The two kept throwing punches. Both were yelling at each other while they were at it.

"You son of a bitch, I can't believe you'd do that to her!"

"Fuck off Punk! This isn't your family!"

Those words caught my attention; family. A word that used to remind me of this house, my parents and siblings, me and John, and then any kids we would have. Never in a million years did I think that I would ever consider having all that with Punk. He was always Hope's, but maybe, just maybe, he wasn't meant to be hers. Blood was on the hardwood, and the two WWE Superstars were beating the hell out of each other, as I just stood there like an idiot.

"Guys, enough; break it up!" I tried yelling at them repeatedly after this, but nothing would stop them.

I didn't think anything would, until,

"Why do you care Punk?" John rolled over, so he was on top of Phil, which gave him the upper hand. Phil looked at me from his peripheral vision and replied,

"Because I LOVE her!"

I threw my hands over my mouth, and John threw one last punch, and then pulled away from him. John went off into the corner, throwing his fist through the wall. I screamed and John turned around to face me, and Punk who gradually found his balance. He loves me? He said we were a mistake, how could he say that but not mean it? Both men had blood on their shirts, John had a fat lip, but it was Punk with the black eye. I wasn't sure who looked worse, but somehow I highly doubt the outside mirrored how they really felt; if looks could kill…

"You what?" John asked; venom evident in his deep voice. Like an idiot I stood there. I know it's cowardly, but what could I do? Everything was coming to blows and I had no clue if one of them would go ape shit crazy or what. The truth too being that I loved them both, and refused to pick a side right now, especially with tension this paramount. Looking between them, it was hard to believe things had come to this.

"I said," Punk began coming near me, John saw and did too, but I backed away from both of them. Phil stopped but continued, "That I love Taylor. I'm in love with her Cena. That's why I care so damn much." Punk looked at me, and I looked back. I wanted this all to stop, but we all knew things weren't that easy.

"You say that like I won't kick your ass, again Brooks."

I stood up for once in the past twenty minutes,

"No, you won't touch him John-"

"Why the hell-"

"Phil is leaving, that's why."

He looked shocked, and John looked pleased.

"Taylor, you can't be serious?"

"As a heart attack, now go."

With one last look at me, Punk walked over to John, and as the two were eye to eye he spoke,

"You don't deserve her. You make me sick."

With that, he walked out, slamming the door. John stopped his glaring to look back at me, his icy blue orbs shameful,

"Tay-" John began, but I just shook my head. Then, without a thought I sprinted outside, to the driveway where Punk stood getting into his car, leaving John, which I've done a lot, inside.

"Why?" I screamed, "Why didn't you tell me? Philly you knew all this time."

I folded my arms and he slammed his car door. Anger filled his words, but I wasn't afraid of him, never have I been. He bit his lip then shook his head, getting that look on his face. The one he got when he was laying his shit bare, a look I knew all too well.

"I heard the rumors, confronted him, and he owned up to it. I didn't tell you because it wasn't my place."

I shook my curls,

"No, there's more to it than that. You said we were a mistake, but yet you love me?"

Running his tattooed hand through his hair, the Chicago native sighed,

"I thought saying that would make it easier because I'm so in love with you it hurts Taylor. I thought it'd be easier to pull away and try not to be attached. I didn't tell you because I wanted to be your first choice. I didn't want you to pick me by default." He stared away, and a look of brokenness was evident on his handsome face. I wanted to reach out and touch his face, kiss him, and say okay. Hearing him, and watching him, hurt like hell, but I deserved it.

The fall temperature continued to drop, as we stood there in eerie silence. He began shivering, and by then I already was. Punk's hazel eyes looked me over, and a small grin appeared; shocking the both of us.

"Go back inside Taylor. You'll get sick out here. I'm leaving anyway."

"Punk, please, I'm sorry. Just…."

"Just what Taylor; you need to choose, because there is more than just me to consider. There's Cena, but more importantly my daughter who means the world to me."

I nodded, and he walked over, kissing my forehead. "You could be my world, if only you'd let me in." I stood dumbstruck as he drove away, until finally my freezing ass went inside the warm house. The warm heat gave me goose bumps, as I walked further into the house. In the living room, John cleaned everything up, but was sitting on the sofa, staring at a picture of us that now had shattered glass from the fall off the wall when he punched it. He acted as if he were too trying to fix the frame. I could see the tear down his cheek, but I was just numb. From the cold, but also the fact that he broke the one thing he had always promised me.

"You know," my voice hoarse I began and got the Cenation leader's attention, "you act as if cleaning things up and trying to fix the picture will fix us too."

John smiled slightly, and hesitantly replied back,

"I'm glad to see you're talking to me, Taylor I'm so-" I held up my hand, signaling him to shut up. Taking a deep breath, I finally let those tears escape.

"Why? Why the hell would you cheat?"

He sighed, and then walked towards the fire place. There were moments of eerie silence until John began again,

"It was before Hope died. I was drunk and I gave in. She was some fan. I know I fucked up, God I never should've said yes-"

"So wait, let me get this straight. You freaked out on me for being there for Punk, and nothing happened, but all along you slept with some whore months ago? Before anything between us happened!" He turned around, and the look on his face was a mixture of anger, worry, guilt, and love. How love was still on his face, I wouldn't understand. All this time I've felt guilty for having sex with Punk, and he did it with someone else long before anything ever happened between Punk and me.

"I was worried okay! I felt guilty and I just didn't want to lose you. I know sleeping with her wasn't the answer, and Taylor I would change it if I could, you know I would!"

I shook my head. This was all too much in one night. Things are so fucking crazy and a mess; this hole I've dug is too deep. I used to think things were always black or white, but now I see the grey in the world.

"No I don't, because I don't know you anymore John. The thing is that I've felt so guilty for what I'm about to tell you, but you already broke our promises long before I did."

He looked skeptical, and all he could ask was,

"What?"

"I slept with Punk. While you were gone, I gave into him."

It hit him like a ton of bricks, and I also realized that he and I will never be the same. We both cheated, but did either of us have the right to? John shook his head, and sat back down, head in his hands. I stood in front of him, crying and just wishing he'd hold me like he used to, but also knowing that I probably lost that right. Then again, he did too. John wiped a tear, and the look he gave me, made the tears come down harder down my cheeks, like an avalanche that would never stop rolling down the hill.

"I should be surprised, but I'm not. I pushed you away, and into his arms. I should be mad, but I cheated first and if I were pissed I'd be a hypocrite. Just, God, Taylor do you love him too?"

Now that's a fair question. How do you tell the guy that you've spent the past nearly three years with, and waited to be with before that, that you've fallen in love with someone else too?

"Yes," I whispered, "and I'm sorry. I know that won't help anything, but I truly am. I didn't know this was going to happen to us, John!"

He stood up and came closer to me. I stood there, not knowing what he would do. He's not a bad guy, so he wouldn't hit me. He never has, but we also have never been in this situation before either. Instead, he pulled me into his arms, and just held me. I stood there, in awe, but then wrapped my much more scrawny arms around his torso. Time passed by, and I felt him crying; near sobs wracked his body.

"I love you Taylor Lynn Helmsley, and I plan on fighting for you." I pulled away and looked at the determination on his face. I wanted him to fight for me, he never had to before, but I didn't know what to do. If Hope were here, I'd go to her, but she's not, and I can't. Letting go of John, I looked at him as if he had two heads.

"When did we become these people Taylor? We might as well be strangers anymore. I mean where do we go from here?"

I knew I had no right to be pissed at him, after all I slept with Phil, but technically John cheated first. Not saying that made what I did right by any means.

"I don't know anymore, about any of it. I just don't know John. You cheated-"

"So did you! I'm not the only guilty one! You fucked him! Hope would hate you for this-"

Right as he said it, he slapped his hand over his mouth. My body shook, and I didn't know what to do. I slapped him, but not even that helped me.

"Hope or you? I can't believe you threw that in my face. I can't keep fighting with you," I walked away and grabbed my keys, but I wasn't sure where I was going.

John followed me and grabbed my wrist, pulling me towards him,

"Taylor I'm sorry! I didn't mean that, I was mad and I'm hurt. She'd never hate you, just please don't leave me again."

"If you're going to give out sorries that much, you should buy them in bulk; I know you are, but I can't stay here tonight."

"I'll take the couch if that's what you want."

I sighed and shut the door that I had begun to open. I wasn't sure what to do. I am Taylor Calaway, I always know what to do, and the fact that I don't now, scares the hell out of me.

"Thing is John, I don't know what I want anymore."

The sun shone through the window as someone, the person who I hated most right now, opened the blinds.

"Rise and shine," the deep voice boomed. I groaned then threw a pillow at him, but must've missed considering he laughed. "Jeez, I didn't think you hated me that much Tay."

I sat up and glared at the tattooed man, his eyes shown with amusement, and I couldn't help but laugh at his playfulness; a side people didn't get to see often. Shaking my head I stood up and the tall man came over and hugged me tightly. "It's going to be okay honey. Just please call John, he's been calling constantly. He's my friend, but he's getting fucking annoying, and I have a feeling it's all because of you my dear."

"I know Colby, but I can't talk to him yet. He woke up the next morning, and I was gone. I left a note saying I'd be here, but not to come see me. Why don't you hate me?"

Colby pulled away from me, and he looked shocked I asked, but then this look of guilt come over his face and it left me confused. Why is everyone so damn guilty lately?

"Colby Lopez, what aren't you telling me?" He walked away, trying to avoid the subject. "Colby John Lopez, if you don't tell me right now I'll be forced to tell some people the things that you say in your sleep, rather embarrassing things at that." That stopped him in his tracks as he spun back around to face me,

"You wouldn't dare Helmsley."

"Wanna bet Lopez? Now spill it."

He sighed and ran a hand through his buzzed-cut hair,

"I knew that John cheated on you," I went to open my mouth, but he stopped me, "and I also know that he's regretted it every day since. John loves you more than he loves anything in this world. Even his job, and maybe you've lost sight of that is all I'm saying." I nodded, but felt the need to get more information out of him,

"Did John tell you he doesn't want a family with me?"

His eyes went wide, and he stuttered,

"Wait what? Taylor, he wants all that with you. Maybe he didn't when you two spoke of it, but he does now."

"How do you know Colby?" I asked softly, and he smiled,

"I just do, and you'll have to trust me. Now come on, Hales made breakfast and Mira wants to see her aunt." I saw the genuine smile he got at the mention of his wife and daughter. Those two went through hell and ended up happier than ever and so in love. I could only wish for that one day. Colby walked down the stairs, leaving me with my thoughts. Trust; not a word I had a lot of these days. My stomach growled as I smelled the delicious aroma of pancakes, and I knew my thoughts and problems had to wait until later. Not that I minded at all.

Colby went and lay Mira down for a nap around noon; she was falling asleep in his arms, which left Haley and I alone. We sat outside on the patio, in a calming silence. That's the thing with Haley she always knew when you just needed to sit there, and she never made you talk. The older I got, the closer Haley and I got, after all our dads worked together, her being a Michaels. Also, the older I got the more I realized the differences in Haley and mine friendship compared to mine and Hope's. With Hope, we were friends since diapers and we had a past. Once we reached this age, we tried not to, but inevitably grew apart like all friends do. I think we just tried to act like we were the same people that we used to be. Now with Haley, she was more like me than I ever realized, especially when she began speaking of her and Randy's albeit rocky, relationship.

"You know, Colby and I went through a lot. We fought over a lot of things, and it was just hard to be with someone who was always gone. Then on top of his old temper problems, nothing ever was easy with us, ever. When Mira came along he changed, and I wouldn't change anything for the world. Now there was a guy I was involved with when I first met Colby. He was perfect and I was in love with him, and thought he was the one. I'm sure you aren't sure what I'm trying to get across to you. You've told me all about what's happened with you, John, and Phil. You and John have been through a great deal, and I'd hate to see all of that go down the drain over all this crap. Yet with Phil," I tried to hide the smile at his name, but Haley could see it, "things are different. You love him, and deep down you always have. Not saying who you should choose, but trust your heart, because you know who it's saying."

"I guess so, but God! They both probably hate me, especially Punk. I've put him through hell the past months. It's not fair to him or that baby girl. Do you think I fell for him because of what he can give me? Ya know a family?" Haley had an immediate answer, which shocked me.

"No, because I remember how you two were before Hope and John came into the picture. That's the past though, and this is your choice; your future. My point is that sometimes two people will go through obstacles to finally be together, the journey is the destination after all."

I took a moment to process everything she said, and I still wondered who she implied I should be with.

"So you're saying that Punk is the obstacle John and I have to go through?"

Haley was thoughtful as she took a sip of her steamy coffee,

"Eh, could be. Or maybe John and whoever else were the obstacles all along. What do you think?"

"That I need to see him."

She smiled, and nodded. I think that we both knew who my heart was with. Maybe we've both always known. Thanking her and Colby who wrapped his arms around her and kissed her deeply, I left the couple and got into my car, and then drove to see him.

I turned the knob, and opened the door, shutting it ever so softly. I wasn't sure what kind of mood he'd be in today. Walking deeper into the house I heard giggling, and my heart began pounding. Continuing into the kitchen, his back was to me, and neither of them saw me, or so I thought until I heard,

"Momma!" I smiled at her, and then I heard him ask what in confusion, until she started reaching behind him. He turned around, and then adjusted her so they both could see me.

I smiled at him, and he shockingly did too.

"There she is Emma-Lynn. Hello Taylor."

"Hey," I breathed as I walked closer to the father-daughter duo. He pulled me into an embrace, and my heart filled with so much love. If someone were to walk in, they'd think that we were already a family. Minutes later, Punk was putting away her food as I kept playing with Emma in her high chair. He let me feed and hold her, making me realize how much I missed that beautiful little girl. I felt him behind me, and I got chills when he spoke.

"You know, this is how every day could be. I'll help you get your things and you can just move in here with Emma and me. We both missed you Taylor. I love you and we can make this work." I turned around and saw him, and for the first time, I got to place my hand on his bearded face, and touch him. It felt like years since we've been here, when in reality it was probably only a month.

"It would be perfect Phil, but I can't right now. I have to go, but I wanted to see you two."

I pulled away my hand and kept walking until I heard his voice as I opened the driver's door of my car,

"You can't keep coming back and getting into my head Taylor. Just stay with us, we can be a family."

"I love you too Phil. I always have. I'll see you real soon okay?"