*Here is the first Chapter of the sequel to Race Against Time.*

*I hope the you enjoy this chapter.*

After a silent car ride that seemed to last for years Tayla and Roman arrived back at their new home in New Orleans, Louisiana. Tayla got out of the car and slammed the door shut. Roman sighed to himself before getting out of the car. He had no idea what to do or what to say to Tayla but he could tell she was very upset. He followed Tayla to the front door where she entered slamming the door in his face. Roman stopped in his tracks as the door hit him in the face. He knew she was beyond upset and knew she was pissed. He hated when he drove her to that point but never before had she asked for a divorce. Roman opened the door and walked into the house. "Tay," he said.

"What?" she yelled from their upstairs bedroom.

"Where are you?" he asked.

"Leave me alone," she said as she pulled out a suitcase. Roman ventured upstairs to their room to see his wife opening a suitcase on their bed. "Get out," she said angrily.

"No," he said as he watched her walk over to their dresser and pull out some clothes. "What are you doing?"

"Leaving," she said.

"Where are you going to go?" he asked.

"To a hotel or somewhere," she said, "I can't look at you for another minute."

The words pierced his heart like a knife and he felt his heart break into a thousand pieces. "Tayla," he said with a sadness mixed with pain in his voice. "Why are you doing this?"

"Because you're an asshole," she said as she threw some clothes into the suitcase.

"How am I an asshole?" he asked.

"You just are," she said throwing more clothes into the suitcase.

"I need more than that, Tay, talk to me," he said pleading his wife to just talk to him. Their communication lately hadn't been the best because when things arrived she would shut down and not talk to him. He wasn't sure if it was the stress of the situation of being taken or the babies still being in the NICU. Either way she had emotionally shut down.

"There is nothing to talk about," she said.

"Yes there is," he said. "You're yelling that you want a divorce for no reason at all. Please, Tay, Baby, talk to me. I'm listening, Baby Girl."

"Roman, I can't do it anymore."

"Do what?" he asked. "What can't you do?"

"This," she said, "this marriage. I can't do it anymore. I'm so tired of pretending everything is okay when it's not. I ask you to do something to help me move forward so that I can become the woman I used to be and make peace with everything but you can't even do that. You had to sit there with your attitude the whole time and not accept his apology and move on. How is holding a grudge against Bray going to help you or me or us?" she asked. "If you hold a grudge against him and I hold one against him we're only hurting ourselves but the stubborn asshole you are won't do that."

"Can you blame me?" he asked. "He kept you from me for two months, Tay. That's a lot to deal with."

"And you don't think it was hard for me to deal with everyday without you. Every day not knowing if our baby or myself were going to make it. You think it wasn't hard for me to be tied to a chair, take a bath in front of some creepy guy in a sheep mask, get dehydrated then watch the person that was trying to help me almost die? Do you think that was easy not seeing you for 2 months and not being able to hug you or kiss you or have sex with you or just be with you? It wasn't easy. It was hell," she said with tears in her eyes, "the worst fucking two months of my life but I manage to look past it and let go of the hatred and anger I felt every fucking day, Roman."

"I know it wasn't easy but it was just as hard for me not knowing where you were or what was happening to you. I thought I would never see you again. I can't just let go of that anger."

"You didn't go through nearly everything that I went through," she said, "so you should have no problem letting go and I told you Bray isn't the person you should be angry with it's Dean he planned the whole thing. Bray just did what he was told to do."

"It doesn't matter he still did it," he said. "But this is no reason for a divorce."

"It's not just that. It's us. We can't even talk anymore," she said.

"If you would talk I would listen but you fail to talk to me," he said as he walked over to her as she continued to pack her clothes.

"Don't," she said as Roman wrapped his arms around her waist. "Don't, Roman."

"I love you," he said. "I will always love you and I will never be able to let you go," he said. "Please."

"Roman," she said before taking in a deep breath and pushing her dark brown hair behind her ears. "If you loved me you wouldn't have slept with those women in Europe either."

"So that is what this is about?" he asked.

"I told you there are a lot of things this is about," she said. "It's just I thought you loved me more than anything yet here it comes out you cheated on me. Was I not good enough for you? Was it because I couldn't get pregnant? Am I not pretty enough? What? Why would you even cheat on me? What did those girls have that I didn't have? Were they in their early 20's? What? Why would you do that?"

"I do love you more than anything, Tay. You are too good for me. You are better than what I deserve," he said. "It had nothing to do with the fact you couldn't get pregnant. Even if you never did get pregnant it wouldn't have mattered to me you were still my wife and that's what mattered. We could have adopted. It had nothing to do with that. They didn't have anything that you didn't. They were ring rats in a bar. I'm sorry. That's all I can say. It was a stupid choice to make and I'm sorry. I will never do it again."

"I heard that before," she said, "and yet it happened again. Were you sleeping with ring rats while I was being held by Bray too?"

"No," he said as he turned her around to face him so that he could see her deep dark brown eyes. He saw the hurt and sadness in her eyes and his heart broke even more. He couldn't believe that he had hurt her so badly. "It only happened in Europe. I was dumb and I'm sorry."

"That's not even acceptable, Roman," she said. "We've been together for 10 years since we were 18 years old. I was your love before you were ever famous back when you were playing football in college. I was there for you when you broke into the wrestling business. I was there for you before the fame and loved you before you had a fucking dime. I was there when you were nothing now that you're everything everyone wants you and yet you turn your back on the person that gave a crap about you when no one else did. I was Mrs. Roman Reigns before you were in The Shield and before you were a wrestler. Those women were not yet you still slept with them. Do our vows not mean anything to you?"

Roman rubbed his head she was right. They had been together for 10 years and married for 5 years. She was the one supporting him when he had nothing. She supported him through wrestling school and was his biggest fan before he was anyone in the WWE. "Baby, I'm sorry. Our vows mean everything to me," he said. "I'm sorry. Please it won't happen again."

"And then it will happen again and we'll be in the same place. Roman, I can't do it anymore. I supported you in everything but you can't support me. You never want to support me. I can't do it, Roman. I can't. Obviously our vows meant nothing to you and everything to me. I was an idiot I guess," she said.

"You weren't an idiot," he said wrapping his arms around her tighter as she started to cry on his chest. She had become so overwhelmed by her feelings that she couldn't hold back any more and broke down crying on his chest. "I was the idiot."

Tayla cried a little more on his shoulder before she said, "I'm done, Roman."

"Tayla," he said. "Please. We have to work for Lia and Leilani," he said.

"That's why we can't be together. When we can't work together and we can't be the best parents then we need to be apart. I'm sorry, Roman this is best for all of us," she said breaking from his grasp and went back to packing.

"Tayla," he said with tears in his eyes, "please."

"No, Roman," she said.

He sighed and realized that she needed her space and knew that she would come around. She just needed time alone and needed time to think. "Fine," he said with defeat in his voice, "but at least let me be the one to go and you stay. This is your house. I'll go to a hotel."

"No," she said, "I'll go."

"Tayla," he said, "I'll go. Don't fight me on this."

"Whatever," she said emotionally exhausted. She walked out of the room leaving Roman alone to pack his things.

Roman packed up some clothes and some essential items. He had tears running down his cheeks as he packed his suitcase. His heart was hurt and was now in a million tiny pieces. He knew he was on the verge of losing Tayla but he needed to give her space. He zipped up his suitcase and picked it up. He walked past the girls' half-finished nursery, stopped and looked at the two cribs in the pink painted room, took a deep breath and then headed down the stairs. Tayla was laying on the couch on her stomach. "I love you," he said to her before he walked out the door. When Tayla heard the door close behind him she broke down into tears and cried into the couch in heavy sobs. Roman got out to the car and put his stuff in the trunk. He got into the driver's seat and before he started the car, he broke down into the same heavy sobs as his wife and rested his head on the steering wheel.

*A/N: So what did you think of the first chapter? Please review and thank-you for reading. Do you think it's a keeper?