A/N: Howdi folks. It's been a while but finally it is here.
'Your Name is Tattooed on My Heart'
The Sequel to 'Don't Forget To Breathe.'
This is just the first chapter, but I hope you like it.
You will need to read DFTB first to really understand what is going on, you can find that on my profile. Let me know what you think and Don't Forget To Review!
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Disclaimer: I own nothing but the OC's.
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Chapter 1: A Royal Pain in the Ass
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The loud music echoed throughout the building, the pyrotechnics illuminating the darkened space while the smoke floated up the the ceiling.
The music dyed down, replaced by the chatter of people and the stamping of their feet as everyone began to exit the arena. I gathered up my belongings as I too decided it was time to leave.
I lifted the two year old boy up into my arms and moved out of my row.
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I made my way out and into the hallways, sending a quick text as I tried to navigate my way though the crowd of people littering the hallway. Holding the small child in my arms tightly, I tried to find the direction I was supposed to go.
When I finally got my bearings I moved quickly, making sure not to get caught up in the lines of people filing out the doors.
I found the backstage entry and promptly showed my pass to the security guards before being granted entrance.
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The Royal Rumble had just ended and the atmosphere was electric.
Sitting amid the thousands of people in attendance, I had felt myself get caught up in the magic of the night.
I had always been a fan but in recent years other things have taken priority in my life.
But tonight was my son's first ever wrestling PPV.
As I watched his eyes light up I too remembered my first wrestling event and suddenly I was experiencing it all again.
The lights, the excitement, the noise, the smells, everything that made it magical.
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Moving along the corridor, I felt eyes on me and my stomach went into knots.
They were probably wondering who I was and if I was even meant to be back here. I ignored them and followed the directions labelling the walls.
I was beginning to think I had taken a wrong turn when I saw the door I was looking for.
I turned the handle and entered, setting my son on the ground. No sooner had his feet hit the ground than he took off running towards the other occupant of the room.
"Daddy!" He squealed.
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The man turned around a bright smile on his face and picked up the fair haired boy.
"Hey little fella." He replied.
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He looked over at me as he crossed the room towards me.
"Congratulations." I spoke up.
"Thanks." He replied, closing the distance between us before dropping a kiss on my lips.
"I'm so glad you're here to share it with me."
"Hey, I wouldn't miss it for the world." I smiled, "I can't think of anyone more deserving."
"That is very true."
"You're so modest."
"I must be spending too much time with you." He replied smirking slightly.
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There was a knock at the door before it opened.
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"Hey Sheamus, congratulations." The man spoke.
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I turned around and his eyes widened in surprise.
"Roxxi?"
"Hi, John." I smiled.
"What are you doing here?"
"I came to watch Kane kick your ass." I replied sarcastically, "What do you think I'm doing here? I came to see my husband win the Rumble."
"I see your attitude is still the same as ever."
"Yeah, just like your wrestling moves." I replied with a smirk.
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His jaw dropped and he looked to the man behind me.
"Yo, Stevie. You going to let your wife talk to me like that?" He asked.
"Hey, I know better than to tell her what to do." Stephen chuckled.
"Man, you are so whipped."
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John walked towards me and enveloped me in a hug.
"It's great to see you again Roxx."
"Likewise, Cena."
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"JOHN CENA IS HUGGING MY MUMMY!" The two year old bellowed.
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The three of us laughed.
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"I see I have a fan."
"Oh yes, Dylan is an avid member of the CeNation." I replied.
"I knew one member of your family had to have taste."
"Hey!" I elbowed him, "I have plenty of taste. I'm a Sheamus fan."
"Dylan, are you a Sheamus fan too?" Cena asked.
"No." He shook his head. "I'm a Cena fan."
"You're breaking daddy's heart." Stephen frowned.
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Half an hour later, I decided to take Dylan to catering for something to eat while Stephen showered and changed.
As soon as we entered the room, the divas were on my little blue eyed angel. Cooing over him, cuddling him and telling him how adorable he was.
He lapped it all up, giving them his cutest smile.
Typical man.
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After he had filled his belly, we were walking along the hallway and he was telling me all the things that made John Cena great.
I nodded and listened until a voice caused me to stop in my tracks.
A voice I hadn't heard in a long time.
I looked up to face the owner of the voice, being met with his cold eyes, I involuntarily gulped.
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He gazed at me, his eyes looking me up and down.
From the look on his face, I'd say he wasn't expecting to see me.
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"Roxanne." He spoke.
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I didn't speak, suddenly finding myself unable to find my voice.
We stayed that way for a few moments before he broke the silence.
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"How have you been?" He asked.
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I was just about to open my mouth to reply when a little voice interrupted me.
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"You know CM Punk too mummy?"
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Punk's eyes went to Dylan by my side. A sad smile graced his lips as he look in the little blonde boy holding my hand.
I smiled and nodded at Dylan as he looked up at me awaiting an answer.
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"Yeah, your mom and I are old friends."
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Dylan seemed happy enough with that answer and turned his eyes towards Punk.
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"Will you sign my book Mr. Punk?" He asked walking towards Punk with his WWE book in hands.
"Sure thing." Punk replied still looking straight at me.
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He bent down to Dylan's level and proceeded to sign the book. When he was done he handed it back to the small boy, looking him over, taking in all his features. He patted him on the shoulder as he rose back up to his full height.
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At the moment John passed by, when he saw who I was standing with he stopped.
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"Everything all right here?" He asked eyeing the Straight Edge superstar and me.
"Yeah, could you take Dylan for me?"
"Sure, no problem. Come on little guy."
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I watched as Dylan walked down the hall with a huge grin on his face as he hand his hero's hand. When they were out of sight I turned my attention back to the man in front of me.
"He looks just like you."
"What do you want Punk?" I asked, ignoring his comment.
"Nothing." He said frowning.
"Right, well bye."
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I began to walk away when he called out again.
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"Wait."
"What?"
"It's been so long. How are you?"
"I'm great." I said with an annoyed tone.
"Roxanne, please don't be like that."
"Like what?"
"Like this. We used to be friends."
"Yeah, we did. Past tense. We're not any more, and that's your own fault."
"I'm sorry. I truly am. I don't know what got into me back then, I was a huge jerk and I lost my best friend because of my behaviour. I really am sorry."
"Right, you're sorry. Is that it?"
"Roxanne, I'd like to be friends again."
"Not likely."
"Let's go get some coffee and talk. Like old times."
"I'm busy."
"Come on, it's just coffee."
"No. Now if you excuse me I have plans with my husband." I said before stomping off down the corridor, ignoring his pleas.
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