Chapter 10

Fay's eyes opened suddenly, the shaking still shattering through her body. Sarah and her pink ears leered over her, that smile on her face. Fay blinked several times as the realisation peaked through her, it had been a dream! All of it, nothing more than her imagination. Sarah wasn't a killer, she wasn't in the states with Randy and they weren't getting married.

"Are you ok?" Sarah asked, she had been trying to wake her mother for a few moments, usually Fay woke easily, but it was like she was happier being in the dream world.

"Yeah" Fay said, she still wasn't sure how she felt about the dream, it was odd but then again what else did she expect?

"You're all pale"

"I'm fine, I had a dream"

"Ooh what kind of dream Mummy?" Sarah snuggled into the other side of her Mother's bed like she used too, she had stopped because her Mother's husband had taken over that spot, but since he was out of the bed, Sarah reclaimed her spot.

Fay told her what she could remember, meeting Randy in a bar, going to the beach, Sarah being a serial killer, which got her daughter laughing, and how she was marrying Randy Orton and living in the states with him.

"Wow that is the most messed up dream ever" Sarah said getting out of the bed again, "I'm gonna make a coffee, do you want one?"

"Sure, I'll feed the dogs while you do that"

Sarah narrowed her eyes at her "Dog"

"What?"

"You only have one dog Mum, Toby passed away last Xmas remember? Are you sure you're ok?"

Fay shook her head, she really couldn't remember her precious baby passing away, the more she blinked her eyes the more the fog in her brain melted away, of course Toby passed away! Fay looked down at her hand, that bright gold band shining on her finger, the sad passing of her dog was how she met her husband.

"I'm gonna get you a coffee stat, you need it" Sarah was still concerned but she had learnt to read the Mother-signs, so far her Mother was fine, all she could do was keep an eye on her.

"Is your hubby around?"

"I'm in the toilet!"

"I didn't need that image you dick!" Sarah shouted back making Fay scald her,

"Don't be talking to him like that"

Sarah muttered something but quickly made her beeline to the kitchen for coffee. Just as she opened the kitchen door, she banged straight into Roman Reigns, his face as pale as her mother's,

"Hey Roman, how are you feeling?"

"Better" He gave her a hug, Sarah wasn't a bad stepdaughter, he was greatful to her since she was the one that got talking to him at the vet that day, his own dog had to be put down which made him sadder. Sarah got talking to him and before he knew it, she was introducing her mother. The moment Roman looked at her, he knew that beating his cancer was going to happen because he wanted to be around to know the curvy beauty in front of him. Since that day they were never apart, Roman found some days his body was just worn out from all the fighting, but having Fay as his wife made him remember everything he was fighting for.

"Have you talked to him yet?" Roman asked lowly knowing the answer, Sarah was just as stubborn as her mother.

"No I haven't, I'm still mad at him"

Roman said nothing, he wanted to help but since he and his friend Dean Ambrose were in different countries, there was nothing he could do, except maybe wait for 'Red' to calm down, as Dean called her.

"Go and hug your wife, she had the Randy Orton dream again" Sarah chirped handing him two cups of hot coffee.

"I don't drink coffee remember"

"It's mine, and now I remembered why I don't like you, what kind of dick doesn't drink coffee?"

Roman ignored her and took the cups to the bedroom, Fay had fallen back to sleep as she waited for the coffee. Carefully Roman put the cups down and slid into bed beside his wife. Gently he moved her body to his, her head fitting nicely on his chest.

Fay sighed and let her body go back to the dreamland, Roman's scent washing over her and coating her in the warmest of embraces. She could lay like this forever knowing that when she woke up, Roman would still be with her because this wasn't a dream. This, she knew, was real.