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A Father Twice Over

Kendall Lenore Cena jumped from foot to foot back stage in her locker room. Although she'd been making appearances in the WWE for the last year, tonight's match was different. Tonight she was going alone. No dad, no uncles and no aunts. Just her. Her dad knocked on her door and as he walked in, she was taken back eight years in time, when her entire world changed.

Eight Years Earlier...

John Cena had been getting dressed when he received the call. Twenty minutes later, he walked out of his dressing room and into Dave Batista's, almost in a trance. Dave took one look at John and knew something was up. John didn't say anything and instead held the phone out to him.

Dave took the phone and after twenty minutes of conversation, he hung up and sat down in a daze too.

"I know the test came back..i just don't understand. How?"

John shook his head. "She was my high school girlfriend. We broke up during my second year of college. I was 19. And then..three years ago, we bump into eachother. She was visiting her parents, and later that night..we ...things got carried away. She never told me she was pregnant, Dave. Either time...and now..she's gone."

Dave sighed heavily. "So...when do they arrive?"

"Two days."

Dave nodded and gave his best friend a big grin. As the other wrestlers started filtering into the room, he clasped his hand on John's shoulder.

"Welcome to fatherhood."

Two days later, Kendall and Braedyn Smith were standing in the living room of John Cena's house. The social worker had just left and now the new family was alone. John Cena...her fathers name. Her social worker had said that Mr. Cena was in the WWE. Kendall didn't know what the WWE was,her mother hadn't owned a television, but Ms. Torres seemed to be a big fan. She offered to show Kendall a tape of RAW, but Kendall had refused to watch it. She, at that very moment didn't care who John Cena was. Kendall didn't want to be here. All she wanted was her mom back.

Neither party knew what to say and neither wanted to make the first move. Finally John motioned for them to sit.

"Maybe you could tell me about yourselves...and then if you have questions I could answer them for you." he suggested.

Braedyn glanced at her sister before sticking her thumb in her mouth. Kendall wasn't going to be rude and ignore him...afterall, her mother had taught her better manners than that.

"I'm Kendall. I'm ten. This is Braedyn, she's 3."

"I'm very happy to meet you, Kendall. What do you like to do for fun?"

John watched as Kendall shifted uncomfortably.

"I like gymnastics...and...stuff." she said.

John nodded and tapped Braedyn on the nose with a smile.

"And you? What does Braedyn like?" he asked.

Braedyn couldn't help but smile back at him. She'd always been an easy going loving child.

"Pink!" she said.

John laughed taking in her pink shirt, pink skirt, pink socks and pink shoes.

"Pink huh? Guess what? I like pink too." He turned to his eldest daughter and looked at her before softly saying , "Kendall...I'm sorry about your mother. She was a good woman...the best I ever knew."

Silent tears traced down Kendall's cheek at his comment. She wiped them away as quickly as possible.

"Um...what...what do we call you?" she asked.

John's heart constricted at the question, but he expected it. He knew the girls didn't think of him as "dad" yet, but he hoped that one day they would.

"How about John for now...and later..when you're ready, we can go from there...okay?" he said. Kendal nodded, grateful he hadn't expected to be called dad.

A short time later, John led the girls into Braedyn's bedroom. He had coaxed Torrie and Trish into helping him decorate. He hadn't liked the room at first, but after meeting his youngest, he knew the room was perfect. Pink walls, a princess canopy bed with protective rails, a white dresser with lavender and pink flowers and a couple baby dolls on the bed. Braedyn loved the room...especially her trunk filled with dress up clothes.

John smiled. Braedyn was the easy one...now onto Kendall. He opened her door and she walked in. Questioning eyes turned to him.

John gave a hopeful smile. "I thought you would like to decorate your own room. I figured we could go do the shopping today and also buy some clothes and stuff for you and Braedyn."

She didn't answer him and instead turned to survey the room. There was a few peices of furniture, a bed with a side table, a small desk with a computer and a dresser. Kendall's eye traveled the length of the room and stopped on the bedside table. She slowly walked to it and picked up the picture on it. It was of her mom, taken before Kendall was born.

"It's the only picture I have of her...it's always been by my bed...I thought maybe you'd like it by yours." John said coming to stand behind her. Kendall gingerly touched the picture before hugging it to her chest and putting it back.

Braedyn came bouncing through the doorway dressed up like a princess and jumped up on Kendall's bed.

"Lookie!"

Kendall gave a small smile and tweaked Braedyn's hair.

"Guess what Braed's? John is going to take us shopping and you get to pick out new clothes and if you're really really good, he might even buy you a toy."

Braedyn clapped her tiny hands and ran towards the door. Kendall gave John a small smile murmering four words.

"Thank you for Mom."

John smiled. It was a small start, but it was one he would gladly take and build on.