Chapter 10

"Why did you dye your hair? Do you realize your wedding colors don't match your hair at all?"

"Mom…" Roman hoped his mother wouldn't start in on the wedding right off the bat and held his hand up. "It's her hair…"

The moment they stepped off the plane in Pensacola, Roman's mother had called inviting them to a huge dinner she was preparing for the entire family. She didn't mention anything about the wedding, so Lilianna thought it would be a peaceful family meal. She was wrong – dead wrong – in that assumption. Lilianna honestly wanted to go home and relax since this was the only day they didn't have anything going on with the wedding. Of course, Roman didn't bother asking her opinion or what she wanted to do and agreed to meet up at his parents' house for the big family dinner. Anything his mother wanted…Lilianna was annoyed and didn't say a word to Roman throughout the day, keeping herself busy doing odds and ends around the house until it was time to leave to go to the dinner. Halfway through the meal later that evening, Lisa began bringing up wedding planning. Everything was set up for the next 4 days and after hearing everything that had to be done, Lilianna felt like taking a shotgun and blowing her head off.

Lisa glared at her baby boy, planting her hands on her hips. "I just want the wedding to be perfect, sweetheart. And having her hair dyed blue is going to completely clash with the color scheme…"

"Your color scheme." Lilianna muttered, ignoring Roman's harsh glance toward her and plastered on a fake smile.

"What was that, dear?"

"Nothing, nothing at all. I'm not changing my hair." Lilianna's tone held finality while she poked at the food in front of her, no longer hungry. Her appetite had dwindled a lot ever since they set a date for the wedding.

"But…"

Lilianna steeled herself and slammed the fork down on the table, trying her best not to lose her temper with her future mother-in-law. "I am NOT changing my hair color. It will be blue for the wedding." She dared the woman to argue with her about HER hair in front of Roman because he would have no choice except to defend her.

Or so she thought.

"Baby girl, maybe changing it just for the wedding isn't a bad idea…" Roman wanted to make his mother happy and it was clear she wasn't delighted over Lilianna's hair color choice. "It's just for one day…"

Was he really defending his mother in front of everyone over HER hair?! Lilianna felt like she was stuck between a rock and a hard place, loving this man with everything inside of her and felt her hatred for Lisa grow with each passing second. What was she supposed to say? How did she respond to that in front of everyone since Lisa decided to bring this up in front of nearly the entire family? Her hair had been burnt vibrant orange for the longest time, but once Becky Lynch came to the main roster, she had to change it to remain different. Granted, she had the hair color first, but Lilianna felt a change was in order for her character anyway. And now she was receiving grief for her choice because her hair didn't match the wedding color scheme she – the bride – didn't even pick out!

"I need some air. Excuse me." Lilianna was through with this conversation, tossing her napkin down on the table and began walking out. Once again, Lisa stopped her with another bit of news.

"One of the groomsmen backed out on Roman, if you didn't know. We need to talk about that…"

Lilianna kept her back to the family because tears were burning her eyes at the moment and she didn't want to start crying in front of everyone. "I'll take care of it."

Roman had informed her of that fact and she already had a replacement in mind…one that would be solely HER decision and nobody else's. At least SOMETHING she wanted would happen at the wedding and the best part was she knew her husband-to-be wouldn't be thrilled with who she had in mind. Roman frowned, watching his wife-to-be walk out of the house and lowered his head, clasping his hands in front of him on the table. What was Lilianna's problem lately? Everything his mother was doing for them helped out tremendously since they barely had time to wipe their backsides let alone plan a full wedding because of their hectic schedules with WWE. So what if his mother wanted her to change her hair color before the wedding? Honestly, he didn't want her walking down the aisle with blue hair either, preferring her to be all natural when they married. Sighing, Roman continued eating and didn't bother going after Lilianna, knowing when she got like this to just give her space to work her issues out.

"I miss Chicago already." Jecina grumbled, setting her belongings down on the floor while Jon used the bathroom.

He'd been holding his bladder ever since leaving the extremely busy airport. There was a mile-long line to use the bathroom for both genders, so Jon decided to wait until they got to the hotel. What he wasn't counting on was being stuck in traffic for a straight hour and the worst part was their hotel was only a few minutes away from the airport. Something was going on in Pensacola that weekend – Lisa really had horrible timing when it came to planning this wedding.

"Ah much better!" Jon crowed, walking out of the bathroom and pushed Jecina gently but firmly toward the bathroom. "Your turn."

Smiling, she pecked his lips and went to relieve her own bladder while he ordered them something to eat. After being together for 2 years, he learned a great deal about Jecina, including what she enjoyed eating and drinking – the little things. A chicken sandwich with fries and a juicy greasy cheeseburger for him with fries was on the menu for both. Jon would hit the gym while Jecina was out doing wedding nonsense with Lilianna, not too worried about splurging or questioning what he ate. Hanging up the phone, Jon settled on the bed and looked up when the bathroom door opened, watching Jecina as she surveyed everything in the room. He loved to simply watch her, though it never lasted more than a few minutes because of his insatiable hunger for the raven haired vixen. Yes, she was an enchanting vixen, possibly a witch or a siren, Jon was convinced. She had full control and power over him, though he'd never admit that.

Jecina could feel his eyes on her, finally looking in the huge mirror attached to the long dresser and looked back at him through the reflection, an impish smile on her face. "See something you like, Moxley?" She asked teasingly, lightly biting her bottom lip when he stood up from the bed and moved to stand behind her, his strong hands on her hips.

"Loaded question, precious." He growled against her ear, nuzzling her neck and massaged her hips with his thumbs, feeling her melt against him instantaneously.

"Jon…"

Just as his hand reached around to unsnap the button on her jean shorts, a knock sounded at their hotel room door and Jon growled for an entirely different reason. "Damn it, who the fuck is it?" He demanded, temporarily forgetting they ordered food and stalked away from Jecina to the door, practically ripping it off its hinges.

"Is that any way to greet a visitor, Moxley?" Lilianna chastised, letting herself into the room and embraced Jecina, shaking her head. "You guys can screw later. There's no time for that now since we're already running late to the dress shop."

"Yeah, sorry. We sorta lost track of time…"

"And traffic was a fucking bitch." Jon added, sounding highly irritated and stepped into the bathroom to fix the current bathroom in his jeans, grumbling under his breath.

"So, I need a favor…" Golden brown eyes moved from looking at Jecina to her dislikable boyfriend once he exited the bathroom a few minutes later. "From you."

Jon arched a brow, glancing at his woman briefly before looking back at a determined Lilianna and folded his arms in front of his chest. "Umm…" What the hell could she possibly want from him? They didn't like each other and Lilianna made that clear several times throughout the past 2 years he'd been with Jecina. "Depends what it is…" What else was he supposed to say?

Even Jecina didn't expect this, the curiosity burning in her emerald orbs. "What's going on, Lili?" She was under the impression Lilianna did not care for Jon.

Turning to Jon Moxley, of all people, for help was the last thing Lilianna wanted to do. She was at a standstill with her husband-to-be and his mother, however. Her hatred for Lisa surpassed her disdain for Jon, especially after having dinner with Roman's family the previous night. She could see the suspicion in Jon's electric blues and smiled coolly, walking past him to grab a cup of much needed java. They didn't have a lot of time to chit-chat what with Lisa's demanding wedding planning schedule. Then again, she was the bride, so Lilianna decided she could be as late as she wanted and the old bat would have to get over it.

"Naturally, we just found this out yesterday, but…one of Roman's groomsmen backed out of the wedding and we need a replacement. I told him and his mother I'd handle it, which brings me to my favor…" Lilianna watched Jecina's eyes grow wide with realization and turned to Jon, tilting her head slightly to the side. "I want you to be the replacement groomsman for Roman."

"Uhhh…" Now Jon REALLY didn't know what to say. "Reigns and I don't get along…at all. We're not friends…" He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling extremely awkward and didn't want to get in the middle of a scuffle the soon-to-be married couple was having.

Jecina stepped up next to Jon and grabbed his arm, trying to comfort him the best she could. "I'm afraid I have to agree with him, sweetie. He doesn't get along with Roman and something tells me you didn't ask Roman's permission with this…"

"Damn right I didn't. Wanna know why? Because everything about this stupid wedding has been about his mother. I haven't gotten ONE say-so in any of the designing or color scheme or anything, which by the way she has a problem with my hair since it'll clash with what SHE picked." Lilianna gritted her teeth, once again feeling her temper rising at the memory of the family dinner the previous night. "She basically demanded me to change my hair color for the wedding and Roman AGREED with her. I just…I want something – ANYTHING – at this wedding to be solely MY idea. And Jon, you've been with my best friend for 2 years. It's time that I accept the fact you're sticking around for a while in her life and we need to get along. We both love Jeci and want what's best for her. You want to prove to me you're not a complete dick and get on my good side? Do this for me and stand up in MY wedding."

If someone told him a couple years ago he'd be propositioned to stand up at his girlfriend's best friend's wedding, or even have a girlfriend for that matter, Jon would've laughed them to hell and back. This was his life now. Being with Jecina had changed everything and this situation was a prime example of that. He didn't care about getting along with Lilianna, but she was right – they both did want what was best for the raven haired beauty. Standing up in a wedding for a man he didn't like or respect, all to help the bride get back at her groomsmen and his overbearing mother, didn't sound like a good idea, but…Jon still enjoyed the fundamentals of natural chaos.

Looking down at his woman, Jon could see the apprehension swirling in her eyes and smiled, kissing the top of her head. "What do you think?" He asked quietly, wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her closer to his side.

"It's up to you. I-I don't want to force you to do something you don't want to. This has to be your decision and I'm with you whatever you decide." Didn't Lilianna realize what she was asking of her boyfriend? Dean was the Best Man in the wedding and now Jon was going to be one of the groomsmen to stand up with him? "I love you…"

"Ditto, precious." Jon brushed his lips against hers, not caring they had company and turned back to stare at Lilianna, eyeing her. "So this is about revenge, just so we're clear, right?" She nodded and a smirk curved Jon's lips, admitting to himself screwing with Roman Reigns and his brother sounded positively delicious. "How long do I have to think about this?"

"5 minutes." Lilianna didn't bother sounding apologetic and sipped more of her coffee, keeping a cool smile on her face. "And if you're going to do this, you're coming with us to the dress shop because that's also where Roman and his men are getting their tuxes."

Dean would be there along with Roman, which made Jecina even more nervous. "Wow, she really put NO thought into this planning, did she?" She muttered more to herself than anyone, shaking her head.

It wasn't surprising Jon had no time to think this over and he figured why not make Dean and Roman's lives complicated? "I'm in. Let's go." He turned to head toward the door to leave, but Jecina stopped him by grabbing his arm, emerald eyes wide as saucers. "What?"

"Jon…are you sure about this?" The last thing she wanted was to cause further problems and friction between the brothers. "I mean…"

"You're worried about me and Dean being in the same room. Don't worry, I promised I would be on my best behavior and I meant it." Jon slid his fingers down her cheek, dropping a soft kiss on her mouth. "I won't break it…" Unless Dean started in on him and then all bets were off.

Lilianna was shocked Jon agreed to do this and could feel the evilness within her swell up, planting a hand on Jecina's shoulder. "It'll be fine, don't worry." She winked, walking past them out the door and headed toward the elevator, whipping her phone out to text Roman she was on her way to the dress/tux shop now.

How long? You were supposed to be here 10 minutes ago. My Mom is really upset. Roman texted back not even a minute later, making Lilianna roll her eyes.

I had to stop at Jecina's hotel room to grab her and we're on our way. Tell your mother to chill her damn panties! She was sick and tired of Lisa already and they hadn't even started the day from hell yet. And you better make it clear to her I'm choosing my own wedding dress, not her.

Just get here. Was his only response.

"Yes master, right away master." Lilianna muttered with a snort, deciding she would go super slow and arrive even later just to spite Roman and his mother.