Disclaimer: You guys already know this, but all characters (besides the ones that I make up) belong to World Wrestling Entertainment (WWE) and the universe that comes along with it. Damn, I wish I did, though. I'd force John Cena to marry me. LOL, just kidding.

Actually, no I'm not.

Nevertheless, enjoy the epilogue and the long-awaited (sorry about that) conclusion to The Way Back. By the way, everything in the beginning in italic is a dream. After that, if it's in italic, it's a flashback. Just thought I'd let y'all know so that you don't get confused, XD. Guess what? Fanfiction's unblocked at school (as of now) so I'm really happy! :)

The girl was dressed in white. Her long dress was white, as were her heels and veil. Hell, even her jewelry was white. There was only one explanation for that. Torrie Wilson was getting married for the second time, but this time, it was for good. Torrie knew that in her heart.

Torrie remembered everything about she and John's wedding. Every detail (besides the ramblings of the minister) was like a photograph in her brain. It had been the best day of her entire life.

John's proposal had been quick because he was so nervous. It was shortly after Stacy and Randy's engagement party. He had realized just how much he loved Torrie in the time that they were apart. This would be his second time, too, getting married.

However, just like the wedding, Torrie remembered every single detail of the proposal. They'd been on RAW, actually. It was onscreen, but it was not kayfabe.

John and Torrie had become a power couple (though it wasn't totally confirmed) on RAW. Nicknamed Jorrie, they dominated the brand, and Torrie began loving her life again.

The crowd had reacted positively to John's entrance to the ring. He was dressed in his usual T-shirt, shorts, sneakers, and cap, but one that was different was the square shape in the back pocket of John's shorts.

"I've came here to...," John trailed off as the audience remained quiet, ready to hear what he was about to say. Proposals were nerve-wracking enough as it was without adding the million-plus people that were watching to the mix.

John took a deep breath. "I've came out here to ask someone a very important question," he spoke into the microphone.

Torrie was backstage watching, totally oblivious as to what was happening. She had been confused, however. Ever since her return to the WWE, John had never went anywhere without her.

John didn't know exactly how to start, so he just decided to say it. "Torrie, can you come out here?"

The crowd roared, not only with excitement, but also with confusion. What was John going to ask her?"

Backstage, Torrie was just as confused as the fans, if not more. She stood up, dusted off her black dress and clamped her way to the stage.

John's hands began to shake when Torrie's music hit. She was dressed in a black dress and black peep-toe heels. Her blond hair was in beautiful curls, just as John preferred. She looked gorgeous and John was thankful for that.

She climbed over the ropes and shot John a bewildered glance.

He smiled nervously at her before he began to speak, "As most of you know, Torrie's my manager, publicist, and valet all rolled into one. But what most of you probably don't know is that we've also been dating for quite a while now."

A murmur ripped through the arena. Even the commentators were speechless. Then, the crowd began to chant, "Jorrie, Jorrie, Jorrie!"

John smiled and Torrie still gazed at him, baffled. "Torrie, I love you. I love you with everything that it's in me. I've never been able to imagine my life without you, but especially now. You're the reason I wake up in the morning, you're absolutely everything to me."

Torrie's heart was pounding. Where was John going with this?

"The point is, Tor, I love you and there's no way I can live without you," with shaking hands, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out the tiny box.

Torrie gasped when he pulled it out, as did most of the crowd. Then he got down on one knee and said, "Torrie, will you...," he swallowed, "will you marry me?" She began to shake, but leaned down closer to him. "This isn't kayfabe, is it?"

He smiled, his dimples showing, "Of course not."

She beamed. "Yes, I will. You should have known that years ago!"

He smiled the biggest smile that the WWE Universe had ever seen and grabbed Torrie's hand, his own shaking like crazy. He slid the ring onto her finger and then pulled her into a kiss.

The crowd cheered and a "Jorrie" chant ripped throughout the arena.

"Well, King, looks like we're about to have Mr. and Mrs. Cena soon!" Cole exclaimed.

"Looks like it!" King agreed, "As long as she still brings her puppy to the ring with her, I'm all right with it!"

Cole checked his iPad. "Guess what's trending now."

The entire world knew what it was.

Jorrie.

Torrie's veil was covering her beautiful face, concealing the tears of happiness that we're threatening to ruin her carefully applied makeup. Her dad was walking her down the aisle. Finally, he'd accepted she and John's relationship. He was more or less forced to. They were getting married after all.

John was dressed in a black tuxedo, and although he looked very uncomfortable, he looked extremely happy. And handsome, of course. The wedding was outdoors in a garden in Tampa, where she and John were going to be living. They both had bad memories of Tampa, but they were both determined to make great ones. In fact, they were confident about it.

Torrie didn't remember what the minister had said when her father gave her away. However, she did remember she and John's vows. Hers were good, but didn't match John's by a mile.

"John, I love you. That's the only way I can describe this. You're my everything: my best friend, my shoulder to lean on, my goals. You're the reason I breathe, the reason my life makes any sense. I promise to always be there for you, no matter what you need. This kind of love, it's amazing, and we all take it for granted sometimes. Well, no more. We're going to make this work and it may not be perfect, but it's going to be great, that I am positive of. Oh, and I know I already said this, but I love you with all of my heart. And soul, too," Torrie finished.

John grinned, grabbed her hand, and squeezed it, making Torrie's heart pound. "Torrie, I totally agree with what you said. This love is amazing. It's hard to believe that God sent you just for me. I must have done something extremely great for the man upstairs, because this is something that I can never repay him for," he paused.

Torrie was getting teary again. The way that John was talking, it made her seem like some sort of angel, which of course, she wasn't. What she didn't know, however, was that in his eyes, she was an angel, indeed.

"I love you so much, Torrie, and I'm sorry that I didn't realize it sooner. I wasted so much time that I almost missed my chance. Luckily, we got a miracle, all thanks to RAW," John paused again, hearing the people in attendance laugh, "everyone who knows me know that the WWE is my life. Well, you're my existence. Sure, I love the WWE, but I love you so much more. No matter what life throws at us, I'm going to be behind you one hundred percent. I love you."

Torrie's eyes were so full of tears by now, that she couldn't even see straight.

The rest of the ceremony went on without a hitch, with the wedding party looking on. That included Brock, Batista, Candice, Lilian, Zack Ryder, the newly pregnant Stacy, and of course, Randy.

Torrie and John's honeymoon was in Aruba and it was kind of short, due to his WWE schedule. Not that Torrie minded, of course. All that mattered was that she and John were together and now, she was Mrs. John Cena. She even changed her Twitter name from Torrie11 to TorrieCena. The fans went crazy over that, of course. They spent most of their honeymoon locked away in their room, but did visit the beaches and shops a couple times.

"Torrie?"

Torrie's eyes shot open. She was no longer at the garden in Tampa, marrying John. She was still in Tampa, but she was at her house. The walls were sky blue with white carpeting. It was a huge bedroom, with a huge bathroom adjoining to it. The King sized bed was piled with white satin pillows, sheets, and blankets.

She yawned and said, "Yeah?"

John smiled at her. "Were you dreaming?"

She nodded. "I was dreaming about our wedding, actually." She snuggled closer to her husband of three years. Really, it was useless to have such a big bed. They slept so close together that they probably only needed a twin-sized.

John grinned, his dimples showing, at the memory of their wedding. "Do you know what time it is?"

Torrie shook her head no.

"It's seven-thirty," he replied, wrapping one of her blond curls around his finger.

Torrie sat up straight. "Damn it, John! Why didn't you wake me up sooner?"

He grinned. "You looked so peaceful and serene. I didn't have the heart, considering how much work you're going to be doing today."

Torrie smiled and pecked John on his lips. Well, that's what she had intended it to be, anyway. John deepened it, making it sensual and sultry. He pulled Torrie closer to him and kissed the side of her face, then her cheek, the side of her chin, and finally her neck, where she was the most sensitive.

Torrie giggled. "Stop it, John! We've got things to do and you know it!"

John smirked, kissing and suckling on her neck, the one spot that Torrie just could not resist.

"John, please stop. You know how I am about that spot...," she trailed off.

"Right," John murmured against her neck, "I do, which is why I'm not stopping."

Torrie sighed. "Wasn't last night enough? I mean, we've got so much to do today, and I need to get up...John, stop!" she giggled again.

"No," he replied, kissing her neck again.

Torrie moaned and leaned her head back in pleasure. Right before she gave in to him, a thought crossed her mind. "John, you know that Jorrie's going to wake up any minute. She's been bouncing off the wall since yesterday. She's really excited for today."

John stopped kissing her and sighed. "Guess you're right. It's not every day you turn three years old."

Torrie sat up and covered up with the white sheets. "We need to get up and make breakfast and get the party together. Stacy and Randy will be here around eight-thirty or nine, and Brock and Kelly will be here shortly after them."

John exhaled and sat up, too. "Okay."

"Anything for daddy's little girl, huh?" Torrie chuckled and poked his arm, evoking a major poke war.

"Mommy! Daddy!"

Torrie and John watched as their little girl, who was turning three that day, ran into their bedroom. Jorrie Grace Cena was dressed in pink WWE pajamas. They were her favorites, because this was where her daddy worked and pink was her and her mommy's favorite color. While Torrie and Jorrie usually traveled with John, every once in a while, they stayed home and watched him on TV.

Jorrie was the spitting image of both of them. She had blond hair like her mother, blue eyes like her father, and dimples like both of them, though they were deeper, like John's, and her body was sturdy, just like her mother's. She was the light of both of their lives. Neither of them had ever expected to have children. Jorrie was born approximately eleven months after her parents were married. Torrie was thirty-seven, almost thirty-eight, and John was thirty-six.

The actual reason why Torrie went to the doctor that day was because of constant headaches, which were an early sign of pregnancy. She'd been elated and shocked at the same time. John hadn't been with her when she found out and she didn't tell him until that night when he got back to their hotel room from a day full of promotional things.

When he returned to their hotel room, Torrie had the lights down low, with a small white table in the middle of the room. Torrie was dressed in a pale blue dress and black heels. On the table was a bottle of champagne (not that she was going to be drinking it), chicken penne, and small side salads. It was the best that she scrounge up from an Italian restaurant. She was sitting at one of the chairs, waiting for him.

John sat all of his things down and gave Torrie a questioningly look. "What's all this, Tor? We haven't been married a year yet, so I know it's not our anniversary." Torrie could hardly contain her excitement. She shrugged and answered, "I don't know, I just felt like being special."

He smiled and walked over to where his wife sat. "I'm not complaining." He sat down and looked at his plate. "Chicken penne, huh? Good."

Her heart was pounding with anticipation. She reached over for the champagne and put a corkscrew in it, twisting the lid off. She reached over and poured a fairly large amount into John's glass. Then, she poured sparkling white grape juice into her own. John glanced at her, puzzled. "No champagne?"

"No," Torrie replied, "didn't really feel like alcohol tonight, but I figured you might want some."

John wasn't buying it, but decided not to pry. "All right then."

Torrie gazed at John with a smile on her face as she drummed her fingers on the table. He was eating, but she wasn't. "How was your day, John?"

He grinned at her, his dimples showing. "Oh, you know signings. You sit there all day while Randy makes jokes about things that don't matter, and your hand aches and cramps. There was this little group of teenage girls, though," he paused.

"What about them?" Torrie took a tiny bite.

He kept grinning. "They were just so excited. There was one, I thought she was gonna pass out. Her friends kept laughing at her and said that if it had just been me or just Randy, she'd have been fine. But apparently, seeing your two favorite wrestlers at once is overwhelming."

Torrie laughed. "What happened?"

"You'll love this. She was telling me how happy she was for us, and that she knew you liked me, ever since 2000. She said that she's the biggest Jorrie fan there is," John chuckled.

Torrie's eyebrows raised. "No way! God, was it that obvious?"

John shrugged and said, "Obviously not because I didn't notice."

Torrie grinned. "You can be a little naïve sometimes, John."

"Really?" John asked, "I never noticed."

Torrie laughed. "We all get distracted sometimes."

John stared at Torrie. He still wasn't sure what was up with his beautiful wife. She never acted this way unless she had something to tell him. "All right, spill it," he instructed.

She smiled. "Spill what?"

He sighed. "Okay, I'll play along, Tor. What did the doctor say about your headaches?"

Torrie shrugged. "He said that they're a common symptom."

John's heart skipped a beat. Was Torrie sick? "A...a common symptom of what?"

Torrie beamed. "Pregnancy."

John dropped his fork and just about choked. "Pre-pregnancy? Tor, you're pregnant?"

Torrie's smile got wider and she felt her emerald eyes grow damp. "Yes, John. You're going to be a daddy."

John stood up and ran over to Torrie, wrapping his arms around her. He pulled her tightly to him and she put her head on his shoulder. "And, you're going to be a mommy."

That was the moment that Torrie was certain that her life was going to be perfect. Jorrie was born without complications, probably because Torrie ate like a "rabbit," as John said, and was extra careful. She was seven pounds and eight ounces when she was born and had thick, dark hair like her father, but as she grew older, her hair changed to her mother's strawberry blond.

John grinned at the arrival of his daughter. "Hey, baby girl."

Jorrie beamed and jumped onto her father's abdomen. Luckily for him, she was small and didn't hurt him.

"It's my birthday!" she exclaimed wrapping her arms around John's neck.

Torrie smiled. "That's right, Jorrie. Do you know how old you are today?"

"Three," Jorrie replied, holding up three fingers, "and my party's today, too!"

John squeezed Jorrie and said, "Do you know who's coming?"

Jorrie nodded and began to tick the guests off on her fingers. "Aunt Stacy, Uncle Randy, Laney, Daniel, the baby, Uncle Brock, Aunt Kelly, BJ, Jake, Uncle Dave, Aunt Candice, and Cameron."

Jorrie was right. Stacy and Randy and their children, Brock and Kelly and their son and dog, and Dave and Candice and their daughter were all coming to the party. This was because the WWE was on break in Florida for about a week and Dave and Candice were traveling, and had made it just in time for the party. Their families' unfortunately weren't able to make it, but somehow, they both liked it better that way. Torrie's relationship with her parents had improved, but it was still a bit awkward for John and Al to be in the same room. Torrie loved John's family, but his parents were on a cruise and his brothers all had work that day.

Jorrie waited for a moment before speaking again. "Come on, Daddy, get up!"

John grinned at his daughter. "Aw, come on, Jor, let me sleep a little while longer!"

Torrie giggled as Jorrie glared at John. "No, no, Daddy! My party!"

Torrie grabbed Jorrie's hand and said, "Let's let Daddy get up. You and I can make breakfast. You can have whatever you want."

"Yay!" Jorrie cried out, "Come on, Mommy!" she tugged on her mother's arm.

"Okay, baby!" Torrie laughed as Jorrie pulled her out of the bed.

John watched as Torrie and Jorrie scurried out of the bedroom. Sighing, he got up and went into the master bedroom where he showered, brushed his teeth, and shaved.

When he came downstairs, there were three plates at the table. Each one had a pop tart, a toaster strudel, a toaster waffle, a bowl of fruity pebbles, and a piece of bacon. He frowned and sat down.

"Where's breakfast?" he asked.

"This is breakfast, Daddy!" Jorrie snapped.

Torrie stifled a giggle. "I told her that we could have whatever she wanted because it was her birthday."

"I even got your favorite cereal!" Jorrie exclaimed.

John laughed and sat down. "Okay, then. I guess this will have to do."

"Yes, it will!" Jorrie replied.

Torrie sat down, too, and took a bite of her pop tart. "It's not like we're not eating later."

That was true. John was going to be grilling hamburgers and hot dogs and Torrie was making potato salad. They would also have chips, and of course, birthday cake and ice cream. It was Jorrie's birthday, so why couldn't they splurge?

"Vince is gonna kill me," John complained, nibbling on the bacon that Jorrie had insisted they had for her daddy.

"No, he won't," Jorrie said, "I'll beat him up. Or have Uncle Randy to."

Jorrie loved watching the WWE, but hated to see her daddy get hurt in any way. It didn't make her cry, it just made her angry. When Jorrie was angry, she screamed at the top of her lungs.

Jorrie happily ate the breakfast that she'd requested. "When are Aunt Stacy, Uncle Randy, Laney, Danny, and the baby getting here?"

Torrie smiled. "They should be here any time, sweetie. And remember, the baby has a name."

"Oh," Jorrie replied, "what is it?"

"Kylie," John replied, "baby Kylie."

Jorrie grinned. "Okay, baby's name is Kylie, then."

When everyone was finished eating and Torrie was clearing the table, there was a knock at the door.

"Presents!" Jorrie exclaimed, running to the front door.

"Jorrie!" John ran after her and opened the door. There stood Randy, Stacy, Alanna, and the two newest additions to the Orton family, Daniel and Kylie.

"Uncle Randy, Aunt Stacy, Laney, Danny, and Kylie," Jorrie said, pointing at each one of them. "It's my birthday!"

Randy and Stacy began to laugh, along with their children. Alanna was seven now, Daniel was only five months younger than Jorrie, and Kylie was six months old.

"Happy birthday, Jorrie!" Alanna said, hugging her. Jorrie really looked up to Alanna, and followed her around all of the time.

"Thank you!" Jorrie replied, as Alanna came into the house.

"Happy birthday, Jorrie," Daniel said, shyly.

"Thanks!" Jorrie wrapped her arms around him and he blushed bright pink.

Stacy raised an eyebrow and she and Randy exchanged glances. Nevertheless, Daniel came into the house.

"Happy birthday, baby girl!" Stacy said, hugging her.

Jorrie giggled. "I'm not a baby, Aunt Stacy! I'm three."

Stacy grinned and stifled a chuckle. "Oh, of course. Sorry, big girl."

Stacy carried Kylie into the house and she went to find Torrie, who was in the kitchen, getting the food ready.

"Hi, Uncle Randy!" Jorrie held her arms out to him. Jorrie, for reasons that John didn't understand, really loved Randy.

Randy hugged her tightly. "Happy birthday, Jorrie. So, you're three today?"

"Right," Jorrie replied, "and I'm a big girl now."

"You sure are," Randy replied, putting her down, "and you're growing up so fast."

"Jorrie!" Daniel and Alanna cried out, impatiently. Jorrie scurried off after them.

"Way too fast," John murmured.

"What?" his best friend asked.

"She's growing up way too fast. I never even thought that I'd have kids after Liz, and then Torrie...," he trailed off.

Randy smiled. "I never thought I'd have three kids, either. And I'm not sure if we're done just yet."

John's ears perked up. "Not done? Randy, you've had three, isn't that enough?"

Randy shrugged. "I didn't say we were having more, I just said that we might. Stacy and I love having kids around."

John didn't know exactly what to say. He didn't think that he and Torrie would have any more kids. After all, he was thirty-eight and she was forty. However, if another child would be as angelic as Jorrie, he might consider it.

In the kitchen, Torrie was patting out hamburger patties and seasoning them.

"Need any help?" Stacy asked, coming up behind Torrie.

"Hey, Stace!" Torrie exclaimed, "I'd hug you, but I've got dead cow all over my hands."

Stacy made a face. "Tor...did you have to say that? I don't think I can eat them now."

Torrie shrugged and smiled. "More for me then, but you can start slicing the boiled eggs for the potato salad. They're in the refrigerator."

"Okay," Stacy replied.

Three hours later, Torrie, Stacy, Kelly, and Candice had the backyard decorated and the food (besides the meat) was ready. The kids were all playing in Jorrie's toy store of a yard, chasing Jake, Brock and Kelly's Golden Retriever. Brock and Dave were sitting with beers, watching John grill. Randy was standing behind him, 'supervising.'

"Sure you don't need help, John?" Dave asked.

"No, I'm fine!" John yelled back.

Torrie laughed. "Dave, that grill's his toy. It's kind of like his cars; he won't let anyone else play with them."

Everyone but John laughed.

"I heard that!" John yelled at Torrie.

Jorrie stopped and looked at her father. "You're supposed to share your toys, Daddy."

"Not all toys," John replied, grinning, "I don't share my grill, my car, or your mommy."

Torrie tried not to grin-to no avail. "I guess that means I'm not sharing with you tonight."

"Ooh," ripped through the adults.

John laughed at Torrie. "That's what she said last night, too, and yet she still woke up with her hair messed up."

Everyone laughed again.

"All right, you two!" Stacy exclaimed, giggling, "You're not teenagers, and this is your daughter's birthday party. There are children here!"

Candice, Dave, Brock, Kelly, and Randy laughed as John and Torrie said, "Sorry, Stacy," in unison.

John transferred the burgers and hot dogs from the grill to a platter and said, "Food's done!"

Randy, Dave, and Brock all jumped up and ran over to the food table.

"Hold up!" Candice yelled, "The kids get their food first!"

"Aww," Brock whined. Kelly slapped his arm and said, "Don't be a pig, Brock." Then she called over Brock Jr. (BJ), with Jake trailing behind him. "What do you want, baby?" BJ was four years old and looked so much like his father, that it was scary.

"Cameron!" Candice called to her daughter, who was now four.

"Hot dog, Mommy!" Cameron announced, scampering over to where Candice stood.

Stacy and Randy gathered up their children and went over to the food table.

"Mommy!" Jorrie called.

Torrie spun around and saw her little girl, dressed in blue jean shorts, a birthday girl shirt, pink TOMS, and a tiara, running toward her. "Yes, sweetie?"

"Would you carry me?" she asked, jutting her lower lip out in a pout.

"Why?" Torrie asked, grinning, "You can walk, sweetie."

"I know," Jorrie replied, "but I'm princess for the day. Daddy said so, didn't you Daddy?" she yelled at her father.

Torrie glared in her husband's general direction. Then she sighed. "All right sweetie."

When she passed John, she said, "Tonight? Nothing."

John laughed. He really loved pestering Torrie. "Aww, come on, babe. You know you love me," he slapped her gently on her backside.

Torrie blushed and gritted her teeth. "Leave my ass alone, Cena," she murmured so that Jorrie couldn't hear her swear.

"What do you want to eat, Jorrie?" Torrie asked.

"Burger, chips, salad," Jorrie said.

"Are you sure that you want that much food?" Torrie asked.

"Yes," Jorrie replied, "it's my birthday, remember?"

Torrie laughed at her little girl and said, "It sure is, baby."

After everyone had served themselves, they sat down and began to eat.

"I don't think that I've ever been this hungry in my whole life!" Candice replied.

Torrie giggled. "It's the salty air, Candy. You get used to it after a while."

Torrie and John both loved living in Florida. Their house was right on the beach and their bedroom's window looked out toward the ocean, as did Jorrie's. Their daughter's favorite thing to do at night was to listen to a story, sitting beside the window, watching the waves. Torrie loved falling asleep to the waves crashing every night, wrapped up in John's arms.

After everyone finished eating, Jorrie was determined to open her presents. She had an entire table stacked high with gifts.

"Mommy, I want to open the presents now!" Jorrie demanded, smiling.

Torrie grinned, too. "Okay, sweetheart. Go get your friends and Daddy and I will bring them to you, okay?"

"Okay, Mommy!" Jorrie proceeded to round up all of her friends and Chloe, Stewie, Pepper, and John's Yellow Labrador, Skip. The four Cena dogs and the one Johnson dog all ran and played together.

Everyone gathered around Jorrie, and Torrie and John assembled all of the presents.

"This one's from Uncle Brock and Aunt Kelly," Torrie said to Jorrie, handing her the box wrapped in shiny silver paper.

"Ooh," Jorrie said, "this is so amazing!" She ripped the card off of the box and handed it to Torrie to read to her.

Torrie read Jorrie the card, and then Jorrie tore into the paper. "Wow!" Jorrie exclaimed. It was a huge Barbie house, with five levels, three bedrooms, a living room, a bathroom, a kitchen, a game room, and a study. Also, there was a complete Barbie family to go along with the house, and extra clothes for them.

"Oh my gosh!" Jorrie exclaimed, "Thanks! I love it!" She quickly hugged Brock, Kelly, BJ, and Jake, too.

Jorrie received the complete series of Scooby Doo, a tricycle, and about a million art supplies from Dave, Candice, and Cameron.

"Thanks, Candy. I'm sure we all know who's going to be snipping the play-doh out of her beautiful blond curls," Torrie said sarcastically.

"I love to make art and masterpieces!" Jorrie declared.

John and Torrie both smiled. Jorrie's vocabulary was exceptional and she was already trying to read. She even had one of her Little Critter books memorized. They often joked that Jorrie was going to be an English professor when she reached adulthood, but then, they didn't exactly like to talk about Jorrie growing up, either. They were sure that they'd miss their little girl. Nevertheless, John and Torrie would be there for Jorrie every step of the way.

Randy and Stacy, who spoiled their niece absolutely rotten, had gotten her a Dolphin Pillow Pet, about a million Zhu Zhu Pets and accessories to go with them, a few Barbie accessories, and a shirt that said, "Daddy's Princess."

"When I saw that shirt," Stacy explained, "I couldn't resist it. I mean, look," she pointed at Jorrie who was showing all of her presents to John.

"Mommy, Daddy, did you get me any presents?" Jorrie asked, looking around for more.

"Of course," Torrie replied, putting a stack of presents onto the table. Immediately, Jorrie reached for the tiniest box on top.

"Wait," Torrie said, "open that one last."

"How come?" she asked, her ocean blue eyes filled with bewilderment.

"It's special," John replied, sharing a glance with Torrie.

"Okay," Jorrie sat the box aside and began to open Barbie, Littlest Pet Shop, La La Loopsies, Baby Alive, and Lego Friends toys. Also, there were some Spongebob and Arthur DVDs, coloring books, markers, crayons, and colored pencils to go with the water colors, play doh, and chalk that Candice and Dave had gotten her.

"Is that all?" Jorrie asked, a beam spread across her face. Indeed, this had been a great birthday for her.

"No," Torrie replied, "remember the little box, sweetie?"

"Oh," Jorrie said, "right."

John handed Jorrie the tiny box. "This one's really special, sweetheart, so be careful."

"Don't worry, Daddy, I will. I always am except when I break Mommy's vases," she paused, "but I help her clean them up."

"You sure do," Torrie kissed the top of Jorrie's head.

Vigilantly, Jorrie lifted the lid of the box up. Inside, there was a gold, heart shaped locket with an emerald gemstone on the cover. "It's so pretty!" Jorrie exclaimed.

Torrie held her hand out. "Let Mommy see it a minute, okay?"

Jorrie placed her locket, cautiously, into her mother's hand. Torrie opened the locker for her beautiful daughter and then handed it back to her. Jorrie stared at the contents of the inside of the locket. In it on the right side, there was a picture of her, and her parents. On the left, it said, 'Jorrie Forever.'

"My name," Jorrie concluded, "what's the other word?"

"Forever," John answered.

"You see, sweetie," Torrie began to explain, "not only is your name Jorrie, but it's also what your daddy and I's names are combined."

Jorrie grinned widely. "I get it. Us forever."

Torrie felt small tears prick to her eyes as John put his arm around her. "Right," she replied, "us forever."

At nine o'clock that night, Brock, Kelly, Dave, and Candice and their children had all left. Only Stacy and Randy and their kids remained. Alanna, Daniel, Kylie, and Jorrie were all asleep, however. Randy, Stacy, Torrie, and John were downstairs having drinks and were catching up. The radio played softly in the background of the room. Torrie had made mojitos (of course) for herself and Stacy and John and Randy both had beers. Typical guys, they were.

"I think that Jorrie really liked that princess cake, Tor," Stacy said.

Torrie smiled. "Yeah," she agreed, "she insisted on me washing the tiara and the wand so that she could keep them."

John, Stacy and Randy laughed.

"All in all," Randy said, "the girl's lucky. I don't think we even spoil our own kids that much."

"Bullshit," John said, "Rando, let's not forget who spent over a thousand dollars last Christmas. Per kid," he teased.

Randy turned red and looked at the floor.

"It's fine, Randy," Stacy said, snuggling up to him, "I think that a man who loves his children that much is amazing."

Torrie copied Stacy and snuggled closer to John. "That's right. We spent a lot on that locket."

John nodded. "My wallet feels a lot lighter. The locket was real gold and the emerald was real and genuine, too."

Stacy shrugged. "It was beautiful."

"And don't forget," Torrie said, "she'll treasure it forever. At least, I hope she does."

"She will," Stacy reassured. Then she heard a song begin and she exchanged a glance with Randy. The song was "I'll Be," John and Torrie's song.

Torrie and John heard it, too. They grinned at each other before John stood up and said, "Can I have this dance?"

Torrie beamed, stood up, and took her husband's hand. "Of course. This is our song, remember?"

Randy and Stacy stood up, too. "You know, if it wasn't for me, this wouldn't be your song." Stacy said.

Torrie and John began to sway along to the music. "If it wasn't for you, we might not be together," John said, "thanks, Stace."

"Don't forget Laney," Stacy said.

I'll be captivated, I'll hang from your lips, instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above. I'll be your crying shoulder. I'll be love suicide. And I'll be better when I'm older. I'll be the greatest fan of your life.

Randy and Stacy smiled at their best friends, who were just as blissful as they were.

And I've dropped out, I've burned up, I've fought my way back from the dead. I've tuned in, I've turned on, remembered the thing that you said.

Torrie and John gazed into each other's eyes, dancing. They were so deeply in love, and extremely happy.

I'll be your crying shoulder. I'll be love suicide. And I'll be better when I'm older. I'll be the greatest fan of your life. The greatest fan of your life. The greatest fan of your life.

At midnight, the four of them decided to go to bed. Torrie changed into a rose-colored nightgown and John stripped down to his blue boxers. They climbed into bed and snuggled close together. Torrie laid her head down on John's chest and listened to his heartbeat. It was one of her favorite sounds, no doubt about that.

"Do you ever regret it?" she asked him. This was a question that Torrie had been wanting to ask John for ages, and had just now gotten the courage to ask him. This was because she was positive of his answer.

"Regret what?" John asked, squeezing his arm around her.

"Divorcing Liz, marrying me, having Jorrie," she replied.

John said nothing.

"John?"

He burst out laughing. "Of course I don't, Tor. This is the happiest that I've ever been in my entire life. I'm a WWE Superstar, I've got the best, most beautiful wife in the entire world, and the prettiest, sweetest baby girl that I could ask for. Torrie, I've got the best life in the world. How come you're asking?"

Torrie shrugged. "I just wanted to see if you were as happy as I am."

"I am," John replied, leaning down and kissing her, "I wouldn't have it any other way."

"Me neither," she said, deepening the kiss.

As they did with many nights, the very much in love couple began to make love.

And again.

And again.

And again.

And it was that night that Torrie proved to John that a man actually could break a bed frame, not just Edward Cullen. Apparently, John Cena could, too.

John and Torrie Cena were as happy as any people could be. They were married, had a beautiful daughter, a beautiful house, a beautiful life. Torrie plus John equals Jorrie. Torrie still liked that equation, but somehow, it made much more sense now.

Because, Torrie had found her way back to happiness.

John had found his way back to his faith.

Torrie had found her way back to John.

John had found his way back to Torrie.

They had found the way back to each other

They had found the way back to love.

Guys, guess what? TORRIE WILSON TWEETED BACK TO ME! Oh my God, I was so excited. I was rambling about how people say that she wasn't a real diva, and didn't even expect her, too. In fact, I wouldn't have even noticed if I hadn't gone to my friend, Kelly's page to see if she'd replied to me. When I saw that Torrie had replied to me, I began to shake with excitement. I even woke my friend up, lol Anyway, now to the author's note. Sorry about the ramble, I just wanted to let y'all know that.

Well, guys, it's over. I loved the way that I ended it, it was beautiful. Oh my God, this has been such a ride, and I've got so many people to thank. This will probably be quick, sense I'm crying right now.

On Fanfiction, I must thank therealchamps (Megan), Jorrielover. Megan's been with me every step of the way, reviewing every chapter. Her feedback is what kept me from taking the story off of Fanfiction. Jorrielover also reviewed frequently and made my day.

And of course, I must thank Cenationxprincess on Fanfiction (xBeautyofAngelx on Wattpad). Kelly Marie, you are my inspiration! Your stories were the first Jorrie stories that I read on Fanfiction. While I've always loved Jorrie, I'd never read any fan fiction before I read yours. Boy, am I ever glad that I did! Your stories inspired me to write my own, and here we are. When I read that first review of yours, I started to cry. It was so sweet, and you are without a doubt my favorite author on the internet (that's counting other websites, lol). And once we connected on Twitter, well, we just clicked. So glad to see that Jorrie writers haven't totally given up on the couple. Just because Torrie's retired doesn't mean that Jorrie has to retire, too. So glad that we started talking, I have a feeling that I've found a good friend. It's funny though, considering I'm a country girl from Arkansas and she's completely overseas in England, lol. Nonetheless, thanks so, so much girl. I don't think that I could have done this without you.

And let's not forget John Cena and Torrie Wilson! Without them, the story wouldn't exist, lol. They've been my favorites for as long as they've been on there, even when they were heels. I've loved the Jorrie pairing ever since his arrival in 2002. They're truly the epitome of what WWE Superstars are supposed to be. It's obvious if you've read this story, any other, or watched the WWE that they belong together. Let me tell you something, one of these days, they will be together. And it'll prove that I'm NOT crazy. *Cough, cough, Alex and Haley.

Lastly, I must thank my brother, Brock. He read every chapter of this before I ever posted them and critiqued them. Of course, I had to create a character for him (and put our dog in there, too, lol). But it was worth it. I found myself loving his character and his pairing with Kelly Kelly. Who knows, maybe I'll put them together in another story or write a one shot about them.

When (and if) you review this, please leave me answers to these questions:

Who was your favorite character?

Favorite pairing?

Favorite part? Least favorite part?

Least favorite character?

Why?

Or, just review, whatever you want. :P

I loved this story more than anything that I've EVER written. Must give Kelly props, because if it wasn't for her, I would have never been inspired to write this. I'm sorry if it's a bit sappy, but sappy is my middle name. I loved writing about Torrie's love for John, it was much easier than I actually thought it would be. I had to watch a lot of Jorrie dedication videos (thanks Kelly, lol) to really get the feelings. There were also many songs that helped me through it, too many to name, though. If you want a list, just tell me, and I'll send it to you. I also loved writing about John's struggles. He's perhaps the greatest man on the planet, but it was fun showing how everyone needs someone sometimes. Oh, can't forget Stacy and Randy. Y'all all know that Rancy is my second favorite couple, so I loved having them, too. Brock was fun to write about, as was Kelly. And I loved the cameos from Candice, Batista, and others. I've learned that I'm better at writing sad things than happy, so if this sucks, I'm sorry. But I'm actually VERY happy with how this turned out.

If I forgot ANYONE at all, please let me know, and if I did, I'm deeply sorry. Please keep in mind that I'm doing this without internet, therefore, I'm typing the users totally from memory. I'm going to have to stop soon, because I'm seriously about to start crying. Thank you all so much, I will be eternally grateful to all of you.

Long live Jorrie!

And again, thank you all so much!

God bless you all,

Kalina Destiny (Kalina242; JorrieXLover)