Disclaimer: Don't own John, Brock, Mya, Brandi, Mom, Dad, or Doctor
Andrews. I do own Tiffany and Chloe.
A/N: Here is the epilogue. I hope you have enjoyed this story as much as I have had writing it.
Epilogue 2 years later
"John, so help me God. If you so much as even look at me again, I'll have Brock whoop your ass so bad that your own mom won't even recognize you!" I screamed at my husband. "Tiff, honey calm down." John said, wiping a cold towel over my head. "Tell you what, you lay in this bed and give birth to this child and then I'll calm down. You are the asshole that got me into this position." I said, gritting my teeth, as I squeezed John's hand, as another contraction hit. "Okay Tiffany, on your next contraction I want you to give me a big push." Dr. Andrews said. When the next contraction started, I didn't think I'd make it. "John, I can't do this anymore." I cried, squeezing his hand again. "Yes you can sweetie. You're going to bring our beautiful baby into the world. Think of how long you've wanted to see him or her." John whispered, kissing my hand. "You're doing great Tiffany. I can see the head, just one more big push and you'll have a beautiful new baby." The doctor said. "See honey, one more push and we'll have our baby." "Fine, one more push, but that's it." I screamed as I pushed, when I finally heard a loud pitched wail, I relaxed against the bed. "Is it a boy or a girl?" I asked, as I started crying happy tears. "Congratulations, you both are the proud parents of a healthy and beautiful baby girl." Dr. Andrews said. "Dad, would you like to cut the cord?" A nurse asked. "Yeah." He whispered, as I watched tears roll down his cheeks again.
When they got the baby all cleaned up, John brought her over to me. As I held our little girl for the first time, I fell in love with her instantly. "What are we going to name her?" John asked quietly, as he gently ran his fingers over her tiny face. "How about Chloe Marie?" I suggested. "I love it. Now do you and Chloe feel like having some visitors?" John asked, getting up from the bed. "Yeah, bring them in." I said, getting comfortable.
After my parents and Brandi got done fussing over Chloe, Brandi sat down in the chair next to my bed. "Tiff, Brock wasn't able to make it out here. He did however, send someone out to deliver a special message." She said, getting up and going out to the hall. What she came back with had me laughing. It was Mya dressed up as Brock. "This is a special greeting from daddy to you, Aunt Tiffy." Mya started, as she danced around the room saying Brock's message to me, which I couldn't really understand since she was laughing too much, when she suddenly stopped. "Okay, I left my present I picked out by myself, out in the hallway." She said, skipping to the door and pulling her present inside. "Brock, you're here. Everyone said you were stuck at a show." I said, as he leaned over and gave me a hug. "Well I wanted to surprise you. I'm so proud of you munchkin. Your little girl is beautiful." Brock said. "I love you bro." I said, tears coming to my eyes yet again. "I love you too, sis." He replied, giving me another hug.
"John." I said, a few hours later. "Yeah honey." He answered, turning around with Chloe in his arms. "I just wanted to tell you I'm sorry for what I said to you earlier." I told him, as he sat on the edge of the bed with our daughter. "It's okay. I understand, besides the fact you were in pain, I think you forgot that I'm a wrestler too, and would put up a helluva fight." John replied, reminding me of what I told Brock a few years ago. "I love you John." "I love you too, Tiffany." John said, leaning down to give me a kiss, before giving one to Chloe as well. "I love you too, Chloe Marie Cena."
A/N: Here is the epilogue. I hope you have enjoyed this story as much as I have had writing it.
Epilogue 2 years later
"John, so help me God. If you so much as even look at me again, I'll have Brock whoop your ass so bad that your own mom won't even recognize you!" I screamed at my husband. "Tiff, honey calm down." John said, wiping a cold towel over my head. "Tell you what, you lay in this bed and give birth to this child and then I'll calm down. You are the asshole that got me into this position." I said, gritting my teeth, as I squeezed John's hand, as another contraction hit. "Okay Tiffany, on your next contraction I want you to give me a big push." Dr. Andrews said. When the next contraction started, I didn't think I'd make it. "John, I can't do this anymore." I cried, squeezing his hand again. "Yes you can sweetie. You're going to bring our beautiful baby into the world. Think of how long you've wanted to see him or her." John whispered, kissing my hand. "You're doing great Tiffany. I can see the head, just one more big push and you'll have a beautiful new baby." The doctor said. "See honey, one more push and we'll have our baby." "Fine, one more push, but that's it." I screamed as I pushed, when I finally heard a loud pitched wail, I relaxed against the bed. "Is it a boy or a girl?" I asked, as I started crying happy tears. "Congratulations, you both are the proud parents of a healthy and beautiful baby girl." Dr. Andrews said. "Dad, would you like to cut the cord?" A nurse asked. "Yeah." He whispered, as I watched tears roll down his cheeks again.
When they got the baby all cleaned up, John brought her over to me. As I held our little girl for the first time, I fell in love with her instantly. "What are we going to name her?" John asked quietly, as he gently ran his fingers over her tiny face. "How about Chloe Marie?" I suggested. "I love it. Now do you and Chloe feel like having some visitors?" John asked, getting up from the bed. "Yeah, bring them in." I said, getting comfortable.
After my parents and Brandi got done fussing over Chloe, Brandi sat down in the chair next to my bed. "Tiff, Brock wasn't able to make it out here. He did however, send someone out to deliver a special message." She said, getting up and going out to the hall. What she came back with had me laughing. It was Mya dressed up as Brock. "This is a special greeting from daddy to you, Aunt Tiffy." Mya started, as she danced around the room saying Brock's message to me, which I couldn't really understand since she was laughing too much, when she suddenly stopped. "Okay, I left my present I picked out by myself, out in the hallway." She said, skipping to the door and pulling her present inside. "Brock, you're here. Everyone said you were stuck at a show." I said, as he leaned over and gave me a hug. "Well I wanted to surprise you. I'm so proud of you munchkin. Your little girl is beautiful." Brock said. "I love you bro." I said, tears coming to my eyes yet again. "I love you too, sis." He replied, giving me another hug.
"John." I said, a few hours later. "Yeah honey." He answered, turning around with Chloe in his arms. "I just wanted to tell you I'm sorry for what I said to you earlier." I told him, as he sat on the edge of the bed with our daughter. "It's okay. I understand, besides the fact you were in pain, I think you forgot that I'm a wrestler too, and would put up a helluva fight." John replied, reminding me of what I told Brock a few years ago. "I love you John." "I love you too, Tiffany." John said, leaning down to give me a kiss, before giving one to Chloe as well. "I love you too, Chloe Marie Cena."