Chapter 1:

*Roman's POV*

Saying goodbye to our little goddess was probably the hardest thing I ever done. She will be in England with us in a few days so that's good.

Slow, but steady breathing touches my barearm. My wife, Artemia, sleep peacefully next to me as her head lazily hangs close to my shoulder. It brings a smile to my face when my gray eyes meet her. A gothic Sleepy Beauty. My gothic Sleepy Beauty. She's finally my wife after all of these years.

I still remember the first time I met her.

*Flashback*

*Five years ago*

"And we are here with the newest TCW wrestler Roman as our guest for the night," one of the announcers says, "Welcome to WWE Roman."

"Thank you guys," I smiles to them through the mic.

"What a night to have new wrestlers."

"Oh yes! We have a diva debuting tonight."

All of a sudden the music of the Hitman himself plays. Everyone screams at the top of their lungs.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," the ring announcer speaks, "tonight is the new diva's seventeenth birthday. Let's all wish a Happy Birthday to the daughter of the Hitman Bret Hart, Artemia!"

"Artemia?" I thought to myself.

I look over to the entrance to see an incredible sight. Music of 'Daddy's Little Girl - Rock Candy' blasts through the speakers. A female figure appears out.

Short dark hair that passes her pierced ears as a similar pair of sunglasses cover her eyes. Long black pants hugs her hips perfectly as they become loose around her shins. This female does her entrance very similar to her father's, but when she gets to my side of the ring has gotten my full attention. Artemia got on a turnbuckle to slowly remove her leather jacket. Her body is curvy all over. A black tank top is tight around her upper torso, showing off her feminine muscles.

She looks into the camera to show her eyes. At first I didn't see them, but she turns her head towards the fans behind me. They were a pale colored like as if she's blind, but I can tell that she wasn't blind because our eyes meet in a romantic contact. A smile appears on her black lips as she let out a small giggle.

I was so distracted of her that I didn't hear who was her opponent is nor what what the announcers are saying.

"I'm going to marry that goddess," I said to myself with a smile.

"Artemia," I speak to her, "Artemia darling, we are about to land."

She moves her head to the other side with a small goan. A small chuckle appears out of my mouth.

"Now Mrs. Anoa'i, when we get to the hotel, we can place our stuff in the room, exercise for a bit, and order in dinner."

"Alright Mr. Anoa'i," she mumbles, slowly waking up.

"Did you had a nice sleep my love?" I asked placing my hand on her gorgeous face.

"Yes my love," Artemia smiles beautifully. "I still cannot believe we are husband and wife."

"It's real Artemia, it's so real."

A rather cute blush colors her pale flesh. This makes me lean in closer to her face. Our unique eyes slowly close. Her hot breath touches my tongue which really makes me want her more. Once our lips meet, we have landed onto ground.

We got our stuff from Baggage Claim and got a taxi to the hotel. Everything goes well as room service brings us our food.

"This is really good," she comments, eating her pork.

"Indeed it is," I agreed, eating mine.

"Umm Joe?" my wife speaks, unsure what to say.

"What is it Artemia?" I asked, concerned.

"I was talking to my boss about our plans for future children."

"What did he say?" I asked eagerly.

Our marriage plans includes having more children, possibly two or three more children. We both want children and Feronia wants to be a sister. So it makes everything better for us.

"With me taking a leave won't help financially, but I can have appearances because of you wrestling."

"But I want you to be protected so nothing can happen with the children."

"I can accompany you to the ring a few times, but I will mostly be backstage.
"Well," I said, placing my food down, getting closer to her with a smile, "no matter how we are going to keep your job, you are the one I want to have children with."

Her snowy face turn into a rosy color.

"No one has ever said that to me before," she speaks with a smile. "I am so glad that it's from you."

Our lips meet as our love sparks like fireworks. Artemia's arms wrap themselves around my neck. My strength pins her down on our temporary bed.

"Wait Joe," she speaks suddenly. "Have something special for you."

"Oh really?"

Just strip down to your boxers and I'll be right back," her smirk appears as she gets out of the bed to the restroom.

I smiled and shaking my head. Artemia has always excited me in many ways. My shirt and jeans are removed as I wait for her. What does she have in mind?

"Joe?"

Looking up, my gray eyes widen in shocked. It's my wife in the most sexiest gothic attire I ever seen for the bed. Long sleeve lightweight purple jacket with black lace at the wrists and where it stops. Her upper thighs. The hood covers over her head as the jacket is zipped up. Pale curvy legs are fully bare, something rare for Artemia since she doesn't show her gorgeous legs much.

"D-Do you like it?" she asked, shyly.

"Y-Yes," I said still shock of her appearance.

She blush shyly more before getting on me as she pins me down on the bed. I smirk at her action as I unzipped the jacket. Black lace undergarments appears to be see through, but I can tell it's black lace on white covering her parts.

"Shall we make more monsters?" Artemia asks, now smirking.

"Oh yes we shall," I smirk back.

Our lips meet in a kiss as we both close the chapter. Sorry everyone, this is just for me and my beautiful wife.