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Title: Nothing Can Tear Us Apart
Rating: R
Pairing/Character(s): John Cena / Brianna
Summary: The stress starts to take a visible toll on Brianna
Warnings: cursing, hints of sex later on
Length: Medium
Word Count: 1,095
Chapter #: (12/50)
WIP or Complete: Work In Progress
Author's Note: All righty so Second City Scares isn't going as well as I had planned. And as most of you know something happened recently in my life so I haven't been myself nor in the right frame of mind to write. But I promised myself I'd have it done by Thanksgiving, I have till Thursday. So until then I'd give my John Cena story another go.
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Nothing Can Tear Us Apart

“She can’t take the stress anymore Randy,” John sighed leaning against the door frame of the doorway that lead into Randy’s adjoining room. Randy said laying on his bed his laptop open in from of him as John stood at the door way. “We could’ve lost the baby tonight.”

“But you didn’t,” Randy said seriously shutting his laptop “We got her out of there, her and the baby are safe. And you have nothing to worry about.”

“You shouldn’t be worried about her,” John sighed looking at the closed bathroom door. Brianna had be soaking in the bath for over an hour. He had to check on her to make sure she hadn’t gone to sleep.

“I’m not going to worry about you,” He said seriously looking at his best friend.

“It would be better if you would,” John said quietly.

“Stop playing the martyr!” Randy sighed rolling his eyes “Look, Shane dragged everyone into this; we’re just going to have to play along. Brianna has two more shows to do. After that Mickie as the week off, her Brianna and Kenny are going to go look for houses now stop this worrying.”

“I wish I could go look at houses with them,” John sighed running a hand down his tired face. “Because of this I’m missing something that’s very important.”

“Look on the bright side,” Randy beamed “You can’t miss the wedding.”

Brianna sat on the floor of the bathroom as she laid her head back against the cold and wet tub. She had finished with her bath twenty minutes ago but she wanted some more time to herself. She had two more weeks with Shane, and probably a month left with John—if her, Mickie and Kenny can find a house for them. Taking a deep breath she rubbed her tired eyes, she was losing sleep by the day because of all the stress from her so called work.

She wished she could just erase the last couple of months of RAW from her memory, and she prayed that her child would never hear of this. She was going to make sure their aunts and uncles told them nothing about the trouble their parents went through while they were pregnant. Slowly Brianna pushed herself off of the floor as she walked toward the counter. Even with her shower she still felt disgusting. The mental blow that Shane made on her will always have a lasting effect on her.

“Bri,” John said quietly as he knocked on the door. “Babe you’ve been in there a while is everything okay?”

“I’m fine,” She smiled at the closed door. “Don’t worry I’ll be out in a
little bit.”

“Bri you need your sleep,” He said sternly as she took a deep breath “You need to rest, you’re pregnant.”

“I KNOW,” Brianna snapped “I know,” She said quietly as she opened the
door. “I don’t need people telling me constantly that I’m pregnant. I am the
one with the baby growing in them, I’m the one getting fatter I know.”

“Are you feeling okay?” John asked quietly as he held onto her as she seemed to go dead in his arms but she was still shaking her head.

Slowly he picked her up and walked her over to the bed. As soon as her head hit the pillow she was out cold. John frowned as he covered her with the sheets. He wished she would be able to tell him that she was exhausted without her passing out in his arms. But he would be happy for that day that Brianna wouldn’t have to deal with all this, when he wouldn’t have to deal with all of this. They would be sitting in their house enjoying their family watching their friends on TV. Sighing John shut off the light near the bed as he crawled in next to Brianna.

“Good night,” He said kissing her lightly on the cheek before falling asleep himself.

Brianna spent the next morning eating dried toast in the hotel restaurant with Mickie staring at her quietly. Brianna couldn’t look at her friend, they had tried their hardest to have her avoid getting involved with Shane but it didn’t work out he was always one step above them.

“It’s not your fault,” Mickie said quietly as Brianna shrugged “Stop blaming yourself. Two more weeks of this and you don’t have to deal with it again.”

“Until I go back on the road with John again, that is. Who knows they might have me marry Shane for god’s sake so they can continue the story line when I
get back,” Brianna said sighing.

“Please Bri,” Mickie said looking around “Don’t give them ideas you know people are that much of a suck up that they’ll tell him what we’re saying.”

“At this point I’m not sure I really care,” Brianna said dropping her piece of dried toast as she leaned back in her chair. “I’m just going to emotionally block out everything that’s gonna happen.”

“Don’t do that,” Mickie said frowning “Look, two more weeks, ay that’s all you have left. Then you, Kenny and I are off to Springfield for houses! It gives us something to look forward too.”

“Yeah well I suppose,” Brianna said putting some jam on her toast. “I’m just glad that we’ll be able to get this over with. Get a house, go down to Florida move all his other stuff out and get my shit from his parent’s house and be able to set it up.”

“Busy little thing, good thing I’ve got a few weeks off,” Mickie beamed. “Though I’ll get injured but it’s always good.”

“Don’t tell me,” Brianna said slowly.

“Sadly,” Mickie said frowning “But its okay, so don’t worry about it.”

“Hey girls,” John said smiling kissing the side of Brianna’s head as he took a seat next to his fiancé. “What’s up?”

“Talking,” Brianna smiled as John held her close.

“Where’s Kenny, Mickie?” John asked looking around.

“He’s in a meeting,” She said frowning running her fingers through her hair as she bit her lip. “With Shane, this has me worried.”

“Well he can’t take away his vacation,” John said slowly “He’s probably just trying to get him involved in the story line.”

“Which is also something I’m worried about,” Mickie said worriedly “He is going to make him do something you know he will.”

“Don’t worry about it now,” John smiled kindly “We’ve still got two more weeks, two more shows it’ll be okay.”

“No,” Randy said slowly “It won’t be okay.”

Date: 2007-12-16 06:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Ugh... Shane freaking McMahon. What a pain in the ass he is.

Great chapter. Update more soon!

Date: 2007-12-16 06:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank You :) It's been a while since I've looked at what I've written but I'm sure I can get away with posting the next one :)


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