Once Roman had finally landed in Saudi Arabia and settled into his hotel room, he took out his phone to call Dean. He had no idea if their crazy plan had actually worked but he needed to find out.
"Care to answer that?" Dean asked as his phone started ringing.
He pointed at the cup holder where he had managed to put his phone down. She picked it up and immetiately broke into a smile when she saw Roman's name.
"It's Roman," she said.
"Well, answer him," he chuckled.
She nodded as she swiped the green button and put the phone to his ear.
"Hi champ," she said.
"Gemma? Oh my god, it's you!" He said happily. "God, I fucking love you!"
"I love you too," she said.
"That was fast into the conversation," Dean chuckled.
"Dean says hi," she said.
"Tell him I love him too," Roman said.
"I heard that," Dean laughed.
"It doesn't matter if Brock splits me open or breaks my bones tonight because I know I'm going home to you. That's all that matters," Roman said.
"I'll try to watch but I can't make any promises since we're on the road," she said.
"It's alright. I'll call you after the show," he said. "I can't wait to have you in my arms again, pretty girl."
They had driven halfway into the night before crashing at a motel for a few hours. Dean never needed much sleep and five hours later he more or less dragged her out in the car where she fell asleep up against the window for a few more hours while he continued the drive.
"The show's about to start," he said. "I got the network on my phone."
It was noon but due to the different timezones, the show was going on that early. She took his phone and started the show. She watched while he drove and listened. Finally Roman and Brock's match was about to start.
"He looks so good," she bit her lip as he walked down the ramp.
"Don't go all girly on me now," he chuckled.
"No, he looks happy. His eyes look happy," she said.
"Of course he's happy. He knows you're safe and waiting for him," he said.
She watched the match in silence. It didn't matter how much Brock tried to hurt Roman. She was safe and she was gonna be with him. Brock could never get to her again.
"He lost," she sighed.
"Only the title," Dean gave her a warm smile. "He still won when it comes to you."
Roman had been held up by Vince and a few others to talk while Brock made it to his locker room and finally turned his phone back on. A bunch of texts were left from Sable and he couldn't make any sense out of what she was writing so he called her right away.
"She's gone, Brock!" She yelled as soon as she picked up.
"What do you mean? Who's gone?" He asked.
"Your fucking sister!" She yelled. "She fucking took off with Dean right after you left!"
Brock dropped his phone and stormed out of his locker room. Roman came walking down the hallway and Brock flew towards him, grabbed his vest and slammed him up against the wall. A satisfied grin spread on Roman's face.
"I guess you know," he said.
"You think you're so damn smart, boy?" Brock asked.
"I know I am. You didn't see that one coming," Roman answered.
"No fucking way is she staying with you! She's going back! You hear me?" Brock said.
"I hear you just fine but I choose to ignore you," Roman pushed Brock away. "She's a grown woman making her own decisions. You can't do shit about it."
"I can always hurt you," Brock warned.
"So hurt me, Brock. I honestly don't care. I'll take every punch you'll give me for having her in my life because she's worth it," Roman said.
"Brock, a word!" Vince suddenly appeared.
Roman smirked at Brock before turning to walk towards the locker room. Even Brock wouldn't say no to Vince. Roman grabbed his bag and went straight back to the hotel before finally showering. He laid down on the bed and took out his phone to start a video call with Gemma.
"There you are," he smiled when she popped up on his screen. "Pretty girl."
"I'm so proud of you," she said.
"And I'm proud of you for finally standing on your own two feet," he said.
"I have you as support," she said.
"Always, pretty girl," he said.
He yawned and she let out a sweet, little giggle.
"I won't keep you," she said.
"I miss you," he said.
"I miss you too but the faster you go to sleep, the faster the morning will come where you will fly back home," she said.
"Back home to you," he smiled. "I love the sound of that."
"Me too," she said.
It had been a long, hard trip but finally they arrived to Florida. Dean got her bags from the car while she walked to the front door. She ran her hand over the wood before finally pulling out the key and putting it in the lock for the first time. Home. She was home.
"Is it weird that you have to show me around in what's supposed to be my home?" She asked.
"A little," he laughed.
They walked inside and she followed him around while he showed her the different rooms.
"And this..." He walked in and dropped her bags on the floor. "This is your bedroom."
He wiggled his eyesbrows at her and stuck out his tongue.
"Huge bed," she pointed out.
"Big dog needs big stuff," he chuckled.
"It's weird breaking it in without him," she said.
"So sleep on the floor or the couch in the livingroom," he yawned. "I'm going for the guest room."
He walked out and she spent another minute just looking around the room. She finally got out of her shoes, socks and jeans. She reached under her top and got out of the bra too before climbing up on the bed. She most definitately could get used to the softness of the bed. She laid down, closed her eyes and fell asleep fast.
Roman smiled when he saw Dean's car in front of his house. He had tried calling them both but none of them had picked up. He walked inside and the house was dead quiet. He dropped his bag on the floor and took off his shoes and jacket.
He walked through the house and killed a chuckle inside when he heard Dean snoring from the other side of the door to the guest room. He moved towards the bedroom and smiled when he found her lying on her stomach on top of the covers only in a thong and a top. Her right leg was stretched out but her left leg was bent and moved over on his side of the bed. He quickly undressed to his boxers before crawling up on the bed. He moved her top upwards while he kissed up her spine.
"Roman?" She asked lowly.
"I'm home, pretty girl," he kissed her cheek.
Her bent leg stretched out as she rolled over on her right side. He laid down next to her and pulled her up on his arm and chest.
"I like it here," she said sleepily.
"You better because you're not going anywhere," he said.
She finally opened her eyes and lifted her head to look at him. That well known sparkle was in them and it made him smile.
"I don't wanna leave," she said.
"Good," he said.
"There's a radio station near by with a job opening. I mailed them my application. They mailed back asking me to come in for an interview," she said.
"You'll knock them over with your charm," he said.
"You think so?" She asked.
"I know so. They'll love you just as much as I do," he kissed her. "And I love you a whole fucking lot."
"That's fortunate because I love you a whole fucking lot too," she laughed.
He rolled her over on her back and kissed her while his hand found its way down her thong. He quickly drew out those sweet, soft moans of hers while two of his fingers moved in and out of her.
"Too tired for sex?" He smirked.
"Too late to ask that," she giggled.
He pulled his fingers out of her and got her out of her top and thong. His own boxers disappeared right after and he settled between her legs, kissing her while pushing into her. Her moans returned as he started thrusting into her at a good speed. It didn't take him long to make her cry out or cum himself. Both of them had missed each other so much that they just let go right away and allowed themselves a quick but good fuck.
For a few seconds he just looked at her while pushing her hair out of the way and taking in the beauty of her face. He kissed her again before finally leaving the bed and pulling her up from it. They moved to the master bathroom that was combined with the bedroom and took a quick shower together.
He took his time drying her, allowing his eyes and hands to take in her naked body once again. She really was perfect in his eyes. When she couldn't hold back a yawn, he finally dropped the towel, took her hand and guided her back into the bedroom. They lied down and she snuggled close to him while he held her tight.
"It feels so good to be in your arms again," she said.
"And here you'll stay," he gave her a squeeze. "Forever."