Baron couldn't breathe, she was so close. He could smell the mix of wine and cheesecake on her breathe. His hands sat lightly on her hips, she smelt sweet and fresh. He knew that smell it was his ex girlfriend's body wash. He closed his eyes trying to clear his head.

Baron didn't want Peyton making a mistake. He wasn't stupid, he knew her head was a mess. Today had been a fantasy an escape. She made a little world, a world with no worries. "Peyton," his voice was a whisper. He felt her hand move up over his thighs. "Listen, you had a lot to drink. Why don't we get you to bed." She leaned forward.

"Are you coming with me," her voice made him shiver. She moved off his lap, taking his hand. Baron followed.

Baron followed Peyton down to the bed. Her lips were so soft and she tasted sweet. Baron wrapped his arms around her, the moan that left her made him smirk. His hand moved under her shirt moving it up. His lips moved to her neck, nipping licking. He felt her hands move up his back resting on his shoulders. Baron sat up, pulling his shirt over his head. He looked down at her, she seemed so small. Her head was turned toward the window, the light from outside cast over her face. She seemed far away, just staring out the window. "I," her voice caught. "I am sorry," she blinked turned her head looking up at him. He could see reality of this had crept in.

"Don't," Baron moved next to her. "I shouldn't have." Peyton curled on her side. Baron laid next to her, he wiped a tear from from her cheek. Neither said anything.

"Why is your heart in a cage," Peyton asked her fingers tracing the tattoo on his chest.

"So I don't lose it," Baron almost sounded embarrassed. Peyton smiled.

"That is smart, you can lose yourself in love."

"You shouldn't," Baron said.

"But you do," Peyton's eyes not leaving his chest. "You change, your world becomes smaller, you forget reason." Baron looked down at her her eyes were getting heavy. "It just happens, you let it happen." Her eyes closed and Baron watched as her breathing changed, her body went soft.

Baron looked out the window. Peyton words played again, he knew she was right. Even in the best relationship. You change you want to, because that is what love does. You change cause you want that person, good, bad or otherwise. He knew he changed with his girlfriend. He stayed home more, spent more time with her friends. Brought scented candles, matching dishes. The only thing that he couldn't do for her was give up wrestling, maybe he loved it more.

He wondered what Peyton was like before Roman. Before she made all these changes for him, to keep him happy. He wonder what Roman was like, how she had changed him.

…..

"Well if he kidnapped her why are the cops not being called," Naomi shook her head. She didn't like her husband bring involved in this. It made no sense, Peyton left with Baron. Peyton wouldn't do that, Naomi knew that. Roman didn't want anyone knowing, making Naomi believe there was more to this story. "Ok, his wife took off."

"Babe," Jimmy didn't want to tell his wife. But Naomi knew something was going on. "Roman is a proud man."

"Well I don't blame her," Naomi huffed.

"What is that suppose to mean," Jimmy laughed.

"He is rough on her, his mother is awful to her. Hell maybe Baron treated her descent."

"Naomi," Jimmy, "Roman doesn't want people knowing because he has been dealing with a lot from her."

"Like what," Naomi asked.

"Roman said her mother was like this. She ran off a couple times. He just didn't want people knowing. She won't get help. He hopes if he takes care of her , loves her enough," Naomi stood listening. Jimmy seemed so sincere.

"So she is what bipolar," Naomi asked.

"I don't know, Roman said she won't go to a doctor." Naomi narrowed her eyes. Peyton had been nothing but sweet and shy. If anything there times Naomi wondered about Roman. He need to control and have things just so. Jimmy and Jey seemed to follow him and what he said was gospel. His whole family seemed to follow, Roman was their golden child. He did no wrong, and even when he did he wasn't to blame for his actions. Someone, something had provoked him, made him do the things he did.

"Well maybe she just needs a break," Naomi said, "I mean if she is sick shouldn't we let Baron know."

"Roman just wants to get her home," Jimmy shrugged. "He is my cousin." Jimmy knew Naomi had to bite her tongue more than once, when it came to Roman. But she knew how close their family was.

"Just don't cause a sense or get in the middle," Naomi waves her hand. Jimmy was a good man and wouldn't let someone get hurt even if it was to protect family.

….

Naomi looked at her plate, she wondered if Roman had truly kept this from everyone. Or everyone around kept the secret. There was an era about Roman, you didn't ask. He very presence demanded respect. He had a draw to him, but you didn't dare get to close. For as sweet as his smile was, no matter how many winks he through, or kids he hugged, you knew you didn't want his wrath.

Tamina smiled making her way to Naomi. She sat down, Naomi smile, "you look a thousand miles away," Tamina sat back. "You got a match?"

"Yeah, Becky," Naomi played with the plastic fork. Tamina studied Naomi face.

"You and Jimmy cool?"

"Yeah," Naomi smiled, "guess I was daydreaming."

"Wouldn't be cause Roman's got his cousins on the hunt," Tamina asked not looking at Naomi.

"How do you know," Naomi sounded surprised.

"Family," Tamina forced a smile. It almost gave Naomi chills. It was something in her eyes.

"You hear anything?"

"No," Tamina looked down.

"What do you think," Naomi asked, Tamina was pretty straight forward. Tamina sat thinking, she looked up watching who was close.

"I am surprised she lasted this long," Tamina answered. "His mother has not liked that poor girl since Roman brought her home. Although I don't think she would have liked anyone. Roman is her baby, her last chance." Naomi narrowed her eyes trying to figure out what that meant. "You know this life," Tamina continued, "she hoped another baby would keep her husband home." Naomi raised her eyebrow. She knew Roman's parents had divorced. She didn't ask why or pry. "Roman blames himself and his mother hold on to the last of her husband. Roman never took disappointments or failure well." Tamina leaned forward putting her hands on the table. "I know it makes no sense to us, but he loves her. He just doesn't understand what that looks like." Naomi let out a deep breath she felt like she was holding it.

"So what do you think will happen?"

"He will find her," Tamina looked at Naomi, they locked eyes, Naomi almost didn't want to hear what she had to say next. "You better get ready for that match," Tamina tapped her hand on the table, standing. Naomi said goodbye. She wrapped her arms around herself, something in Tamina eyes unnerved her.