The Heights Of Love
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shattered_ficsTitle: The Heights Of Love
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character(s): John Cena/OC (Shawn Michaels, HHH and Shane will make regular apperances)
Summary: John blames himself for what happened to him and Brianna, while Brianna avoids talking about last night, leading to a discussion about their plans for the future.
Warnings: WWE Story Lines
Length: Medium
Word Count: 1,593
Chapter #: (19/?)
WIP or Complete: Work In Progress
Author's Note: The Plot Thickens.
A/N #2: Chapter 19 here, I'm on Chapter 21 right now, and I'm planning on Chapter 22 to be RAW. I'm not really sure how I'm going to work that out since it's the Shane vs John match but that might take me a while to get out, if so Chapter 20 won't be up for a while. But enjoy!
Sitting up John grabbed his wrapped ribs as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. Brianna lay curled up in the blankets exhausted from the night before. John was going to let her sleep as long as she wanted; he couldn’t get her to go to sleep till well after midnight last night. Wincing he grabbed his ribs again as he walked toward the bathroom.
He needed to see how bad his faced looked; he knew it wouldn’t look as bad as it felt. Flipping on the bathroom light he looked at himself in the mirror. The cut above his eye was red and had dried blood around it. He rubbed it lightly the cut stinging. His bruised eye was purple and black and he could barely open the eye all the way. He had small scrapes on his shoulders and arms from falling down the stairs. He frowned at his reflection he looked much worse than he felt.
Taking the only clean face cloth he ran it under some cold water before rubbing it lightly over the cut above his eye he got the dried blood off of his face. Sighing shallowly John turned off the bathroom light as he leaned on the wall looking at Brianna. From the bathroom he could see the tear streaks from her cheeks. She had cried herself to sleep in his arms last night, he felt so bad for her, and he blamed himself for what happened to her.
“I never should’ve left,” He said quietly to himself. “I will never forgive myself if she never gets over this. I don’t know how we’re going to survive RAW anymore.”
Sighing he ran his hand warily over his face, he hadn’t even thought about proposing to her. They would have a wedding to plan, and a baby to prepare for. He had about eight months for the baby, but they hadn’t even discussed the wedding. His heart raced as he realized it might be postponed or at this point canceled. He wouldn’t be able to handle that, he had waited to long he wanted Brianna to be Mrs. John Cena.
“John,” Brianna groaned as she rolled over holding onto her stomach. “John!”
“Brianna,” John said running over to the bed brushing back her hair. “What’s wrong?”
”Morning sickness,” She said quickly, cupping her hand over her mouth she swung her legs off of the bed, pushing John out of the way she ran into the bathroom, slamming the door shut.
“Babe,” John asked knocking on the door. “Are you okay?”
“As good as I can be with this,” She groaned.
“I mean from last night,” John asked quickly.
“Yes,” He could hear her sigh “I’m fine, I have some bruises on my sides but other than that I’m fine, and the baby is fine.”
“Good,” John said smiling; he knew she would be okay physically, but he knew it was going to take a toll on her mentally. He made a note to mention it later. “You
just want to lay around in bed all day?”
“Sounds good to me,” She said before retching again. “I didn’t get much sleep.”
“I know,” John sighed. “I was up all night with you.”
“I told you to go to bed,” Brianna said quickly. “Why didn’t you?”
“Well,” John said stepping away from the door as it opened and Brianna walked out pale faced “I couldn’t, I wanted to make sure you didn’t have another bad dream.”
“I love you,” She smiled rubbing his cheek lightly as she went to go lay down on the bed. “How are you doing?”
“Better,” John sighed reaching into his wrestling bag to grab the aspirin. “Ribs hurt, but that’s to be expected,”
“How are the cuts?” She asked propping herself up on some pillows.
“Found new cuts on my shoulders and stuff, cut above the eye is fine,” He said taking a few aspirin.
“What about the one on your chest?” She frowned looking at his bandaged chest.
“It feels fine,” He smiled sitting at the end of the bed “I dared not to look at it.”
“I’m going to have to change it soon anyways so we’ll see how it is then,” She sighed. “I’m just hoping it won’t need stitches.”
“If I needed stitches I would’ve known,” He winked.
“No you wouldn’t,” She smirked “You wouldn’t go to the hospital.”
“Yeah well,” John frowned looking away. “I don’t like hospitals.”
“Who does,” Brianna laughed turning on the TV.
“You’re going to have to spend some time in one,” John smiled sitting next to her wrapping his arm around her shoulder as she rested her head on his chest.
“Yeah thank god not for another eight months,” She sighed. “John,”
“Yes dear,” John said quietly as he rubbed her shoulder lightly.
“Where are we going to have the baby?” She asked rubbing her stomach lightly.
“I hadn’t really thought about it,” John frowned. “There are so many places.”
“We have so many homes,” She joked quietly. “There’s your home in Florida.”
“West Newberry, Hartford, Boston,” John sighed. “Where do you want to have the baby?”
“I dunno,” She said biting her lip smiling up at him. “I always wanted to have a baby at home, in Massachusetts.”
“Massachusetts it is,” John smiled kissing the top of her head.
“Slight problem,” Brianna frowned “We don’t have a house in Massachusetts.”
“We’ll get one,” John grinned.
“Babe we can’t afford two houses,” She said slowly.
“I’ll sell the one in Florida,” He said slowly.
“John no, you love that house,” She said sitting up shaking her head “I love that house, we’ve had some good memories there.”
“Yeah very good memories,” He winked kissing her forehead. “But do you really want to raise a family in that house? It’s a big bachelor pad.”
“Well,” She said carefully “Not really, but like I said you love that house, we can fix it up you know, make it a home.”
“Bri, you’ve told me before you’ve wanted to live in Massachusetts, why can’t you just agree with me now?” John laughed.
“I don’t know,” She said quietly. “But let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”
“We still have eight more months to go,” John added.
“Not to mention a wedding,” She said happily. “I forgot the wedding,” She added quietly looking at her engagement ring.
“I did too,” John frowned “So much has happened since then, it’s slipped my mind.”
“Mine too,” She said quietly twisting her engagement ring around her finger. “John,” She said above a whisper. “What are we going to do about the wedding?”
“What ever you want to do,” He said smiling kindly at her. “If you want to wait till after the baby I’m fine, if you want to get married before the baby I’m with you all the way. Just tell me what you want.”
“I think I want to wait till after the baby,” She said nodding “I think we have too much on our plate right now without having to worry about a wedding. When the baby comes, hopefully you’ll have some time off, and we can plan it.”
“What ever you want to do babe,” John said kissing her lightly.
“A long engagement and a lot of planning is what I want right now,” She sighed. “Well we can plan the small things, find a church, a hall, and get the dress.” John said slowly.
“Well I’m sure we can wait on the dress,” She laughed “After all I will be having a baby; it wouldn’t be right finding a dress while I’m pregnant.”
“True,” John laughed getting off the bed and going into the bathroom. “This bandage is itching me terrible.”
“You want me to change the bandage?” Brianna asked getting off the bed and into the bathroom.
“Please,” John said itching above the bandage as he sat back down on the bed.
“You’re such a baby,” Brianna laughed as she picked up the bandages and opened up a new gauze pad.
“You try having this thing on your body all night long,” He said scratching his ribs. “It’s murder!”
“Baby,” She muttered smirking at him. Un wrapping the brown bandage she gently took off the gauze pad from the deep cut. She could feel it pulling skin.
“Ow!” John said wincing, as his body twitched.
“I’m sorry,” She said biting her lip as she lightly held down the skin taking the rest of it off. She frowned at the cut. “John, doctor!”
“Brianna no!” John said shaking his head as he looked at the cut, wincing as he lightly rubbed it he smiled. “It’s not bad.”
“Not bad?” Brianna laughed throwing away the old bandage “John it ate the gauze pad!”
“So,” He frowned at her as she laughed shaking her head.
“Lay back will you,” She sighed pushing him lightly as he laid back, she put some of the cream on the pad again before putting it over the cut. John winced but breathed a sigh of relief once the cream cooled the cut. “All better,” She smiled kissing him lightly on the lips.
Cleaning up the mess she made on the bed she threw away the trash and placed the rest of the stuff back in the bathroom. Climbing back into bed with John she curled up against this body as she lightly rubbed his chest.
“Brianna,” John said quietly as he held her. “We need to talk.”
“About what?” She asked looking up at him frowning.
“Last night,” John sighed.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character(s): John Cena/OC (Shawn Michaels, HHH and Shane will make regular apperances)
Summary: John blames himself for what happened to him and Brianna, while Brianna avoids talking about last night, leading to a discussion about their plans for the future.
Warnings: WWE Story Lines
Length: Medium
Word Count: 1,593
Chapter #: (19/?)
WIP or Complete: Work In Progress
Author's Note: The Plot Thickens.
A/N #2: Chapter 19 here, I'm on Chapter 21 right now, and I'm planning on Chapter 22 to be RAW. I'm not really sure how I'm going to work that out since it's the Shane vs John match but that might take me a while to get out, if so Chapter 20 won't be up for a while. But enjoy!
Sitting up John grabbed his wrapped ribs as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. Brianna lay curled up in the blankets exhausted from the night before. John was going to let her sleep as long as she wanted; he couldn’t get her to go to sleep till well after midnight last night. Wincing he grabbed his ribs again as he walked toward the bathroom.
He needed to see how bad his faced looked; he knew it wouldn’t look as bad as it felt. Flipping on the bathroom light he looked at himself in the mirror. The cut above his eye was red and had dried blood around it. He rubbed it lightly the cut stinging. His bruised eye was purple and black and he could barely open the eye all the way. He had small scrapes on his shoulders and arms from falling down the stairs. He frowned at his reflection he looked much worse than he felt.
Taking the only clean face cloth he ran it under some cold water before rubbing it lightly over the cut above his eye he got the dried blood off of his face. Sighing shallowly John turned off the bathroom light as he leaned on the wall looking at Brianna. From the bathroom he could see the tear streaks from her cheeks. She had cried herself to sleep in his arms last night, he felt so bad for her, and he blamed himself for what happened to her.
“I never should’ve left,” He said quietly to himself. “I will never forgive myself if she never gets over this. I don’t know how we’re going to survive RAW anymore.”
Sighing he ran his hand warily over his face, he hadn’t even thought about proposing to her. They would have a wedding to plan, and a baby to prepare for. He had about eight months for the baby, but they hadn’t even discussed the wedding. His heart raced as he realized it might be postponed or at this point canceled. He wouldn’t be able to handle that, he had waited to long he wanted Brianna to be Mrs. John Cena.
“John,” Brianna groaned as she rolled over holding onto her stomach. “John!”
“Brianna,” John said running over to the bed brushing back her hair. “What’s wrong?”
”Morning sickness,” She said quickly, cupping her hand over her mouth she swung her legs off of the bed, pushing John out of the way she ran into the bathroom, slamming the door shut.
“Babe,” John asked knocking on the door. “Are you okay?”
“As good as I can be with this,” She groaned.
“I mean from last night,” John asked quickly.
“Yes,” He could hear her sigh “I’m fine, I have some bruises on my sides but other than that I’m fine, and the baby is fine.”
“Good,” John said smiling; he knew she would be okay physically, but he knew it was going to take a toll on her mentally. He made a note to mention it later. “You
just want to lay around in bed all day?”
“Sounds good to me,” She said before retching again. “I didn’t get much sleep.”
“I know,” John sighed. “I was up all night with you.”
“I told you to go to bed,” Brianna said quickly. “Why didn’t you?”
“Well,” John said stepping away from the door as it opened and Brianna walked out pale faced “I couldn’t, I wanted to make sure you didn’t have another bad dream.”
“I love you,” She smiled rubbing his cheek lightly as she went to go lay down on the bed. “How are you doing?”
“Better,” John sighed reaching into his wrestling bag to grab the aspirin. “Ribs hurt, but that’s to be expected,”
“How are the cuts?” She asked propping herself up on some pillows.
“Found new cuts on my shoulders and stuff, cut above the eye is fine,” He said taking a few aspirin.
“What about the one on your chest?” She frowned looking at his bandaged chest.
“It feels fine,” He smiled sitting at the end of the bed “I dared not to look at it.”
“I’m going to have to change it soon anyways so we’ll see how it is then,” She sighed. “I’m just hoping it won’t need stitches.”
“If I needed stitches I would’ve known,” He winked.
“No you wouldn’t,” She smirked “You wouldn’t go to the hospital.”
“Yeah well,” John frowned looking away. “I don’t like hospitals.”
“Who does,” Brianna laughed turning on the TV.
“You’re going to have to spend some time in one,” John smiled sitting next to her wrapping his arm around her shoulder as she rested her head on his chest.
“Yeah thank god not for another eight months,” She sighed. “John,”
“Yes dear,” John said quietly as he rubbed her shoulder lightly.
“Where are we going to have the baby?” She asked rubbing her stomach lightly.
“I hadn’t really thought about it,” John frowned. “There are so many places.”
“We have so many homes,” She joked quietly. “There’s your home in Florida.”
“West Newberry, Hartford, Boston,” John sighed. “Where do you want to have the baby?”
“I dunno,” She said biting her lip smiling up at him. “I always wanted to have a baby at home, in Massachusetts.”
“Massachusetts it is,” John smiled kissing the top of her head.
“Slight problem,” Brianna frowned “We don’t have a house in Massachusetts.”
“We’ll get one,” John grinned.
“Babe we can’t afford two houses,” She said slowly.
“I’ll sell the one in Florida,” He said slowly.
“John no, you love that house,” She said sitting up shaking her head “I love that house, we’ve had some good memories there.”
“Yeah very good memories,” He winked kissing her forehead. “But do you really want to raise a family in that house? It’s a big bachelor pad.”
“Well,” She said carefully “Not really, but like I said you love that house, we can fix it up you know, make it a home.”
“Bri, you’ve told me before you’ve wanted to live in Massachusetts, why can’t you just agree with me now?” John laughed.
“I don’t know,” She said quietly. “But let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”
“We still have eight more months to go,” John added.
“Not to mention a wedding,” She said happily. “I forgot the wedding,” She added quietly looking at her engagement ring.
“I did too,” John frowned “So much has happened since then, it’s slipped my mind.”
“Mine too,” She said quietly twisting her engagement ring around her finger. “John,” She said above a whisper. “What are we going to do about the wedding?”
“What ever you want to do,” He said smiling kindly at her. “If you want to wait till after the baby I’m fine, if you want to get married before the baby I’m with you all the way. Just tell me what you want.”
“I think I want to wait till after the baby,” She said nodding “I think we have too much on our plate right now without having to worry about a wedding. When the baby comes, hopefully you’ll have some time off, and we can plan it.”
“What ever you want to do babe,” John said kissing her lightly.
“A long engagement and a lot of planning is what I want right now,” She sighed. “Well we can plan the small things, find a church, a hall, and get the dress.” John said slowly.
“Well I’m sure we can wait on the dress,” She laughed “After all I will be having a baby; it wouldn’t be right finding a dress while I’m pregnant.”
“True,” John laughed getting off the bed and going into the bathroom. “This bandage is itching me terrible.”
“You want me to change the bandage?” Brianna asked getting off the bed and into the bathroom.
“Please,” John said itching above the bandage as he sat back down on the bed.
“You’re such a baby,” Brianna laughed as she picked up the bandages and opened up a new gauze pad.
“You try having this thing on your body all night long,” He said scratching his ribs. “It’s murder!”
“Baby,” She muttered smirking at him. Un wrapping the brown bandage she gently took off the gauze pad from the deep cut. She could feel it pulling skin.
“Ow!” John said wincing, as his body twitched.
“I’m sorry,” She said biting her lip as she lightly held down the skin taking the rest of it off. She frowned at the cut. “John, doctor!”
“Brianna no!” John said shaking his head as he looked at the cut, wincing as he lightly rubbed it he smiled. “It’s not bad.”
“Not bad?” Brianna laughed throwing away the old bandage “John it ate the gauze pad!”
“So,” He frowned at her as she laughed shaking her head.
“Lay back will you,” She sighed pushing him lightly as he laid back, she put some of the cream on the pad again before putting it over the cut. John winced but breathed a sigh of relief once the cream cooled the cut. “All better,” She smiled kissing him lightly on the lips.
Cleaning up the mess she made on the bed she threw away the trash and placed the rest of the stuff back in the bathroom. Climbing back into bed with John she curled up against this body as she lightly rubbed his chest.
“Brianna,” John said quietly as he held her. “We need to talk.”
“About what?” She asked looking up at him frowning.
“Last night,” John sighed.
