Coming Home Chapter 1, a wrestling fanfic

A/N: This is a two-shot request for JohnCenaRKOFanforever. It's a John/Mickie pairing. Normally I wouldn't write this couple but I wanted to write this for JohnCenaRKOfanforever because it is such a wonderful Idea and I just wanted to write something for JohnCenaRKOfanforever as a thank you for all of the support, so thank you.

Disclaimer: I do not own John, Mickie, the song Coming Home, or this idea. I am just the outlet.

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Coming Home | Part One

I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Tell the World I'm coming home
Let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday
I know my kingdom awaits and they've forgiven my mistakes
I'm coming home, I'm coming home
Tell the World that I'm coming

John Cena looked out the dusty window of the bus. He was happy he would never have to see this desert, this place, again. The things he had seen in the last four years would scar any man. Now he had the opportunity to go home and try to live a normal life with his wife Mickie. He had missed Mickie the last five months. He knew it was his last deployment, so he spent the last four months reminding himself: when this was over he was free. Now he was on the bus that would take him to the plane that would carry him home to the United States, the nation he loved so much he spent the better of the last four years putting his life on the line for its independence.

He would never regret that, but he couldn't be happier to be heading home. He couldn't wait to hold Mickie in his arms, to kiss her, to tell her how much he loved her. Had she told everyone he was coming home? Would she forgive him knowing what he was doing over here, would she look at him the same?

He closed his eyes and pictured her face, that was home, she was so beautiful. His wife of one and half years would be waiting for him when he arrived home.

Home. . .

I'm back where I belong, I never felt so strong
I feel like there's nothing that I can't try
Another day another Dawn
What am I 'posed to do when the club lights come on
It's easy to be Puff, but it's harder to be Sean
How do I respond?
I need to get back To the place I belong

John stepped through the terminal in the crowded airport. He was here, he was in Boston. He smiled as he looked around the airport. He Was back in his hometown, the city he loved. He quickly grabbed his luggage from the luggage drop off and then left to find a cab. He couldn't wait to get home.

As he stepped into the parking lot he noticed the sun rising. It was beautiful. A sense of nostalgia came over him, how he had missed a Boston sunrise. The only thing that would have made it better was Mickie being in his arms. How he missed his wife . . . He smiled at the thought of her. He flagged a cab and got in the back. He told the driver his address and within seconds they were heading for his house . . . his home.

What if Mickie asked him about the war? What would he say? How would he respond? He didn't want his wife to think of him as a monster, or a murder. He wanted her to think of him the same way she had back in high school.

But was he the same person he was back then? He couldn't have changed that much could he?

How was he going to put what he saw, who he was over there, behind him? How was he going to be John Cena when his mentality was still General John Cena?
He needed to get home and shake off the past and move on to the future.

Is a house really a home when your loved ones are gone
And money can't make up for it or conceal it
But you deal with it and you keep ballin'
But we've been living as friends
So you've been a guest in your own home
It's time to make your house your home

The house was spotless, she made sure. John was coming home. Mickie looked herself over in the mirror; she had to look her best. She smiled and ran her fingers through her wavy light brown hair. She flattened the front of her red dress.

Home hadn't been the same with John gone. She had felt so alone. She didn't even feel like her house was her own. She felt like she was living in someone else home, someone else's world, someone else's life. Soon this house wouldn't feel so empty.

The paychecks sent home to her would have made most women happy, but she didn't care about the money. She only wanted her husband back. She didn't want the money, she loved John, and without him nothing mattered. She straightened the silver locket hanging around her neck; the one John bought her on their one-year anniversary. He was the most amazing man; she couldn't believe how lucky she was.

She quickly made her way to the living room; John would be home any time now.

John Cena stepped out of the cab and looked up at his house. It was just the way he remembered it, big front yard, brick, large windows, and a big screened in front porch.

He took a deep breath and walked up the stone pathway to the front door. Why did he have the sudden urge to knock on his own front door?

This is your Home John

He pushed open the front door and walked inside dropping his bag at his feet. "Mickie, I'm home" he walked over his bag in search of his wife.

He heard her heels on the hardwood and walked into the sitting room, meeting her in the door way, his arms extended to hug the woman he had missed more than life itself.

What he found made him gasp; any man would have been shocked. She had written to him so many times, and never once did she mention it.

"John!" she threw her arms around his neck and hugged him before pressing her lips against his. "I've missed you so much."

He smiled and picked her up, spinning her around "I've missed you too. I think there is something you forgot to tell me in all of those letters you wrote me baby." He couldn't stop the stupid grin that was forming on his face. He was so happy.

"I didn't think a letter was the right way to tell you I'm pregnant" she said with a shrug and a guilty smile. "Are you happy?"

He smiled at her and kissed her gently resting his hand on her stomach. "I'm ecstatic baby."

"I love you John."

"I love you too." He wrapped his arms around her, he couldn't believe it; he had missed holding her in his arms and now here he was.

And he was going to be a father.

A/N: Okay, theres the first part of the two shot. I really hope you liked it. && I hope you all stick around for the concluding chapter!

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