A/N: Sorry for the late update! I was out of town to attend a wedding this week (coincidentally, this is also the wedding chapter!) so I had limited access to my laptop. By the way, I'm also thinking of doing an AU for Sesha—what do you guys think? What kind of AU would you like to see them in? Let me know in the reviews!

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The following Monday at Laredo, Bayley and Charlotte sat in front of Sasha at the hotel cafe, sipping on lattes as they asked her to retell for the third time the events that transpired the previous night.

"Let me get this straight—Seth kissed you, and you ran away," Bayley repeated. "He kissed you, you said it didn't mean anything, and you ran away. Are you insane?!"

Sasha winced and looked down guiltily—it was unusual for Bayley to raise her voice and be upset over something and clearly, the normally cool and collected bride-to-be was anything but. "How could you do that?!"

"I don't know," Sasha ran her hand through her hair and sighed. Did she really mess up that badly?

"Babe, you're the one who keeps telling yourself you're scared he'll run. But by the looks of it, you're the one running—and to be honest, I don't really understand why."

"Because he's Seth!" Sasha answered.

"Bullshit. It's not because it's Seth—it's because you've got issues with every single guy who's tried to get with you because they genuinely like you. When will you get over the fact that not everyone is like your dad, and that they're not going to abandon you just like that?" Bayley almost bellowed.

Sasha fought back the tears—the last thing she needed was for her best friend to go there.

"Sorry," Bayley muttered. "I didn't mean to bring that up."

"Look," Charlotte tried to ease the tension and took Sasha's hand. "We just want you to be happy, okay? Clearly, Seth makes you happy."

Sasha shook her head. "I just don't know if I'm ready to be there right now."

"What happens when he decides to find someone else? What are you going to do?"

Sasha fell silent and imagined it. She couldn't stomach the thought of Seth with anyone else. She remembered that night she saw him laughing with Charly, and she hated it. Hated it so much, it made her feel sick. How would she feel if he suddenly decided to go for someone else because she was a mess?

"I'll talk to him," Sasha said, trying to form the words in her head. She had to make it right.

Later that night, Sasha walked around the halls in search of Seth. She started with catering and worked her way back, spotting him doing leg stretches while talking to Charly, who sat on a production crate. They were laughing about something, and Charly playfully twirled her hair around her finger, batting her eyelashes flirtatiously at him. Sasha's heart dropped to the pit of her stomach as she quickly and silently turned around to walk away.

"How was your talk?" Bayley asked when they got back to their hotel room after the show. Sasha was already lying in bed playing a game on her phone, as Bayley sat on her own bed and continued to dry her hair.

"Oh," Sasha looked up from her phone. "I never got around to it."

"What? Why not?"

"I couldn't find him"

"Sash. Stop lying."

Sasha sighed. "I saw him talking to Charly, and I froze. So I ran away...again."

"Jesus," Bayley muttered. Was it considered an abuse if she made a move to pull her best friend's purple hair and hopefully that would talk some sense into her? Get her to realize what was right in front of her?

The rest of the week went by fast, and Bayley had only one thing on her mind—and it wasn't even her own wedding. Spotting Seth lifting some weights at one of the local gyms in Portland, where RAW would be airing later that evening, she finished the last set of her power planks and walked up to him.

"Hey, Bestie," she smiled at him, as he dropped the barbell and nodded.

"Hey!"

"Got a minute?"

"Sure," they walked over to a bench. He took a bottle of water from a tray and offered another to her.

"Thanks," Bayley took it. "Listen, I wanted to talk to you about Sasha."

"I figured this would be about her."

"She has a bad habit of saying the exact opposite of how she feels. It's her defense mechanism—a weird, twisted way to protect herself and cope with her issues."

Seth nodded as Bayley continued. "The truth is—I've never seen her so happy. I see how she is with you, and it doesn't take much to construe how she really feels."

"I don't know," Seth hesitated. "She was pretty clear about it two weeks ago. Said our kiss meant nothing. I figured she just enjoyed the attention and company, but wants nothing to do with the commitment."

"I know Sash better than anybody. She's just scared."

"Of what? Me?"

"Not you. She just doesn't have the best track record when it comes to men, and the idea of being with someone in that way scares the shit out of her. It's not about not wanting you."

Seth sighed. "I'm not so sure about that."

Bayley patted his back and made a move to stand. "Just don't give up that easily," she said. "I'll see you at my wedding?"

Seth smiled apologetically. "We'll see, alright?"

The truth was—Seth still badly wanted to go. He'd picked out the perfect tie to go with Sasha's stupid eggshell yellow dress. He had planned on picking her up so they could fly to Stamford together. He even ordered a simple corsage from a local flower shop to give to her—but because of recent events AND the fact that she hadn't even made an attempt to talk to him when the ball was in her court, he had lost all hope. Maybe it was best he didn't go anymore.

The following morning, Bayley, Sasha, Charlotte, and TJ took the first flight out to Stamford—Becky would follow right after Smackdown later that night as the wedding would take place in two days. Bayley's nerves started kicking in but fortunately for her, Sasha had taken care of everything and all she really needed to do was get her hair and makeup done, slip on her dress, walk down the aisle, and marry her tag team partner in life.

"Where's Seth?" TJ asked, placing his sunglasses on his head as an Uber drove them to the hotel nearest to Aaron's house. "I thought he was coming?"

"Is he not?" Charlotte's eyes widened, looking at Sasha.

"I don't know," Sasha shrugged. "We haven't spoken since that night."

"What?!" Charlotte exclaimed. "Sasha, this has gone too far. You don't even know if your date is coming? What happened to talking to him?"

"Wait, what night?" TJ looked lost.

Sasha sighed. "Right before my match at Royal Rumble. I was, uh, having a slight meltdown and we kissed."

"Wow," TJ was genuinely surprised. "And that's bad because?"

"Because she walked out on him and said it didn't mean anything," Bayley said in a disappointed tone.

"What?!" he looked to Sasha. "Tell me that's not true—you two have been doing the googly eyes with each other since the last time we were here. I mean, I even woke up to you two hugging in your sleep," he snickered as he remembered that morning.

"Can we just—focus on the wedding first and deal with my personal life after?!" Sasha exclaimed in frustration. She was getting tired of hearing everyone's disappointment. She fucked up big—she knew that. If Seth wasn't coming to Bayley's wedding, that was all on her. She'd have time to sort out her feelings eventually, but right now, she genuinely just wanted to channel all her time and energy on making sure Bayley's wedding went smoothly.

"Sash," Bayley said softly. "You can't avoid this forever."

"I know," she looked down, breathing deeply to stop the tears from falling. If she had to be completely honest, the wedding proved to be the greatest distraction from what was happening between her and Seth. But once this was over, she knew she'd have to face it eventually. The problem was—would it be too late?

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They couldn't have asked for a more perfect weather the afternoon of Bayley's wedding. True to her word, Sasha had been all over the place—making sure every minor setback and last-minute changes were ironed out so that her best friend need not worry about anything.

The ceremony and reception were both held in the large backyard of Aaron's rustic-themed home, complimenting the charming motif of their garden wedding. There was a circular canopy that was dressed in vines and orchids, where the bride and groom would stay. Surrounding the canopy were wooden picnic tables for the guests, adorned with tea candles, white carnations and framed quotes from movies and songs that the couple both loved.

Sasha sighed in relief as she watched everything unfold. Everything was perfect.

"Sash?"

She turned around to find TJ looking very dapper in a khaki suit. "The bride wants to see you," he smiled, eyeing her quickly. The bustier style of her dress complemented her curves really well, while showing off the natural glow of her olive skin. Her hair fell in big waves, and she kept her makeup simple—focusing more on bold brows and lashes, and keeping her lips toned-down in a neutral shade; a far cry from her usual red lipstick in the ring. "Don't worry—I'll take shift. Make sure nothing goes wrong," he winked, watching as she started making her way towards the house.

"Thanks, TJ."

"You look very beautiful, by the way," he told her genuinely. "I wish Rollins was here to see it."

She smiled back sadly before heading up to one of the guest rooms where Bayley was getting ready. "Come in!" Bayley said as soon as Sasha knocked on the door.

"Hey," Sasha greeted, watching as Bayley attempted to zip the back of her A-line dress. "Here, let me get that."

"Thanks," Bayley smiled at her.

"You nervous?" Sasha laughed softly.

"Not really," Bayley grinned. "I just can't wait to marry Aaron already. I mean, it's been 7 years. It's about time we did this."

Sasha chuckled, adjusting Bayley's dress and making sure she looked perfect.

"I wanted to thank you, by the way. Like, really thank you," Bayley started, turning around to face her best friend. "You've been so wonderful throughout this whole thing. I don't think any of this would have been possible if it wasn't for you," she teared up a bit.

"Don't!" Sasha laughed, holding back the tears as well. "You'll ruin both our makeup!"

Bayley giggled, enveloping Sasha in a hug. "I got you something."

Walking towards an antique dresser, Bayley pulled open a drawer and took out a white box. "It's just a little token from me and Aaron."

Sasha opened the gift to find a Pandora bangle. "Aw, Bay. This is beautiful," she smiled, taking it out of the box and wearing it on her right wrist. "Thank you."

Bayley smiled and placed an arm around her. "Before we head out, I just wanted you to know that I tried talking to Seth the other day."

Her heart skipped a beat. "You did?"

"Yeah. I've got to tell you—that kiss meant everything to him."

Sasha looked down sadly. "It meant everything to me, too," she almost whispered.

"Don't look so defeated, dude. Doesn't mean he's not here, that you can't fix things anymore."

"Oh, I don't know about that," Sasha replied almost too bitterly, remembering how he and Charly had begun hanging out.

"Stop," Bayley nudged her. "Now come on. I've got a wedding to get to."

"Let's go get you married," Sasha giggled, pushing thoughts of Seth to the side, linking her arm with Bayley's, and walking out of the room.

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The guests all stood up as the tune to the bridal march began. Sasha watched from the canopy's platform, failing miserably at holding back tears of joy as Bayley emerged with the biggest smile on her face, walking down the aisle slowly. Across from her, Aaron and TJ stood side by side, as Aaron watched his bride in awe.

As Bayley reached the canopy, everyone sat back down and the ceremony began. Sasha glanced around once in a while as she stood right next to Bayley. At one point, her eyes landed on Charlotte and Becky, who were both grinning at her from ear to ear. She furrowed her brows at them before turning her attention back to the bride and groom.

"And with the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife," the pastor said into the microphone. "You may now kiss the bride."

Bayley grinned as she jumped up and wrapped her arms around Aaron, melting into a slow, loving kiss. Everyone else cheered and clapped their hands for the newlyweds, before getting ready to take pictures. Sasha walked quickly towards her table with Becky and Charlotte, who were still grinning at her like fools. "Ey Sash," Becky greeted too cheerfully.

"Am I missing something here?" she asked.

"I was hoping you'd miss me," said a familiar drawl from behind.

Sasha slowly turned around to find Seth Rollins in a black and white suit paired with an eggshell yellow necktie. He had a small smirk on his face, his hair was tied in a neat man bun, and he had never looked more handsome than in that moment.

"Seth?"

"I, uh," he scratched the back of his ear. "I couldn't just ghost you like that," he walked up to her with the corsage in his hand as he carefully tied it around Sasha's left wrist.

Sasha jumped up and wrapped her arms around him; a giant grin on her face. He smiled and enveloped her in a tight hug, breathing in the scent of her green tea perfume. His heart pounded against his chest in a happy rhythm, and all he wanted was to be with her in that way, if she'd let him.

"Why don't you two catch up?" Charlotte suggested with a knowing smile on her face. "We'll take care of your duties first," she finished with a wink, taking Becky's arm and walking over to where Bayley and Aaron were busy taking photos with guests.

Seth smiled and intertwined his hand with Sasha's, leading her to the side of the backyard with two swings that hung from a giant oak tree. "You look really beautiful, Sasha. I'm glad I caught a flight in time."

She blushed, and looked down. "I'm sorry about that night," Sasha started, slowly pushing herself forward to move the swing. "I meant to talk to you and tell you I didn't mean to say those words—but I saw you with Charly, and I don't know. I ran. Again."

"Oh, Sash," Seth leaned forward and lifted her chin, finding her pout so endearing that he just wanted to kiss it away. "You don't have to worry about Charly or anyone."

Sasha sighed. "I'm just…really scared, you know?"

"I know," he replied, taking her hand again and planting a kiss on top of it. "I just need you to trust me. I'm not going anywhere, and the last thing I want to do is hurt you," he assured, rubbing his thumb on her hand in a comforting manner. "I mean, I'm here now. I needed to somehow show you that what I feel is genuine. And you'll never have to worry about me running. Ever."

She nodded and breathed a sigh of relief. "Okay."

"Okay?"

She pushed the swing sideways closer to him and grinned before leaning in to place a soft kiss on his lips.