A/N: My sincerest apologies about the late update. I try my hardest to update on Fridays but then something always throws me off track. But thanks to everybody that reviewed! Extreme Rules is tonight in my hometown Chicago and I'll be in attendance although I'm not looking forward to Reigns vs. Big Show #567. #RetireBigShow&Kane2K15. But I'm still going to support #TheBaes. Also, I have decided to create a story photo album for the story. So if you're interested in seeing it, click the link in my bio. Anywhoo, that drama y'all been wanting...Enjoy :-)

Fourteen

Roman leaned against the marble bar top, nursing his beer. The ceremony was over and the roster were enjoying the after party, socializing with one another before the company's biggest show of the year the next night. Roman enjoyed watching his cousin be inducted into the Hall of Fame and had an overall great night. But most importantly, he was happy that Alyssa was enjoying herself as well.

His charcoal irises landed on his wife who was busy chatting with Alexandria, Naomi, Cameron, and Alani. Her eyes sparkled when she laughed, an expression that at one point had disappeared. She looked so carefree and happy and Roman couldn't stop grinning at the sight. He was glad that she had gained her spark back and things were headed in the right direction for them. No matter what issues sprouted between the two, Roman knew being with Alyssa and their two sons was the absolute best thing that happened to him.

"Wow, you haven't taken your eyes off of her since you've been over here."

Roman's head turned slightly, his attention landing on Heather, Alyssa's assistant. He flashed the younger woman a polite smile.

"Guess you caught me being a sap," he admitted with a sheepish chuckle. "Sometimes I just space out and think about how lucky I am to have Lyssa in my life."

"She definitely feels the same way about you too. I can tell by the way she talks about you and the twins how happy she is. Refreshing to see love still exists in the world today."

Roman nodded his head in concurrence, taking another sip of his beer and finishing it. "So why are you over here by yourself and not mingling?" He pointed to the crowd on the dance floor dancing and joking with each other.

Heather shyly shook her head and blushed. "I rather not. Everybody's so glamorous and I'm just me," she cracked with an uneasy laugh. "I'm more of an outsider so nobody notices me anyway."

Roman's smile slightly dropped as he saw the disappointed expression on Heather's face. He gestured to the bartender for another beer and a drink for Alyssa before he turned to face the junior hairstylist. He observed as she toyed with the intricate beading detailing on her black halter top styled gown, avoiding his eyes. Roman rubbed her arm comfortingly. "Well get out there and make them notice you. You're a beautiful woman Heather and there's no reason for you not to be out there enjoying yourself."

"I don't know. I feel like I would stick out like a sore thumb."

The bartender appeared and handed Roman his order. The wrestler placed a tip on the bar top and grabbed his drinks. "Well I think being different is a good thing. You should own it and make it work for you," Roman advised with a smirk. Without another word, he turned on his heel and made his way towards his wife, leaving Heather to mull over his advice.

"What happened to your audience?"

Alyssa glanced up from her phone and smiled as Roman slid into the empty chair next to her. She grabbed her drink from Roman and shrugged. "They decided to do some mingling."

The Samoan tossed his arm over his wife's shoulder and leaned closer to her, eyeing the video she was watching on her phone. "What's that?"

"Your mother sent this to me of her trying to make Ethan stand on his own."

The two continued to watch the video as Patricia gently tried to coach the infant to stand as he struggled to get his footing. Roman held his breath as he watched his son plant his foot on the ground, his leg wobbling from the pressure. He stood on one leg before trying to do the same with the other. Instead, he fell back on his behind with a soft thud. Ethan's grey orbs stared into the camera and he giggled, making the parents chuckle as the video came to an end.

"He's been trying to stand for the past few weeks now. Isaiah rather just crawl and be carried everywhere with his spoiled self," Alyssa told her husband with a shake of her head.

"And I wonder exactly how Zay got spoiled." Roman looked at his wife and raised his eyebrow.

"Oh don't try to blame me. You spoil those boys as much as anybody else Ro. I thought a daughter would have you wrapped around her finger but they run you too." Alyssa pointed an accusatory finger at Roman.

"They don't run me."

"Oh really? So you didn't let them yank all those DVDs off the shelf last week?"

An embarrassed blush crept onto Roman's cheeks. "Why you gotta bring up old shit?" he asked making Alyssa giggle.

The makeup artist leaned over and pressed her lips to her husband's cheek, pulling away grinning. "It's okay handsome. You're still a great father."

A cheeky grin crept onto Roman's lips and he shrugged his shoulders. "I'm just taking cues from you baby girl. You're amazing with them and I'm just glad I started a family with you. I wouldn't want anybody else as the mother to my children."

Before Alyssa could respond, Roman angled his head and kissed her. Her hand rested on the side of his face as she enjoyed the peck, becoming dizzy at the feeling of his soft lips on hers. The two pulled away, staring into each other's eyes. Roman's hand slyly slid down his wife's back and rested on the curve of her ass.

"Just wait until I show you how much I appreciate you when we get back to the room," Alyssa promised her husband, biting her lower lip as she plucked his hand off her.

Roman chuckled. "Definitely looking forward to that baby girl," he responded with a smirk, his deep voice invading her ears and making her clench her legs tightly together.

Alani exhaled slightly as she entered the restroom, resting her body against the door as her eyes eased closed. She sighed and opened her eyes, trying to regulate her breathing.

A night that she feared would be laced with awkward tension had quickly turned into one of the best nights she had experienced in a while. Despite the constant nagging from Alyssa and Alexandria urging her to spill the beans as to how she ended up attending the HOF ceremony with a man she once deemed her mortal enemy, she was having a great time with the self proclaimed future of the WWE.

Seth Rollins had been the perfect gentleman all night, something Alani would've never predicted after she first met him. Conversation flowed between them effortlessly and he had the ability to make her laugh throughout the long ceremony with his quick wit. Once they got to the after party, they opted to go their separate ways to talk to their friends separately. But somehow, their gazes constantly locked with one another's across the room.

Alani wasn't sure what exactly was happening between her and Rollins. Deep down she knew that not only was he interested in her but she was starting to gravitate towards him as well. But neither made a move, both opting to ignore the big pink elephant in the room. Sure he was being nicer and more attentive, but the paranoid part of Alani couldn't help but shake the feeling that he had some sort of agenda. She knew she shouldn't group the entire male species into one category. But if she knew men, she knew Seth had an angle. They all did. But instead of him just being upfront with her about what he wanted, he continued to play coy with her, leaving her more confused than ever as she tried to figure out how to define what was going on between her and Seth.

It also didn't help matters that Alyssa and Alexandria were constantly teasing her about the Iowa native. Ever since they witnessed the interaction between the two of them at the Rumble, they constantly tried to convince her that Seth and her would make a cute couple despite her insistence that she wanted no such thing. Once they learned Seth was Alani's "date" for the ceremony, the two cousins bombarded her with questions about what was truly going on with her and the Money in the Bank winner the first chance they got. But Alani didn't have a concrete answer to provide them. Hell, she still wasn't sure how to define what was going on between her and Seth.

One of the bathroom stall doors creaked open, alerting Alani she wasn't the only person in the bathroom. She quickly straightened her posture and pretended to study her appearance in the mirror. Her breathing quickened as her light brown orbs landed on the beauty with the breathtaking pale blue eyes, a face she had been dreading to see for the entire night.

Randy's girlfriend, Elyse.

Alani flashed the woman a forced polite smile and inwardly groaned. She had did her absolute best to avoid both Randy and his girlfriend like the bubonic plague all evening and had succeeded until now.

"Hey, how are you doing?" Elyse greeted with a smile of her own, her voice laced with her thick Midwestern accent. with her Midwestern accent.

"I'm great. You?"

"Wonderful." Elyse studied Alani while she washed her hands, her gaze making the woman slightly squirm. "That's a beautiful dress you're wearing. It looks great on you."

"Thank you," Alani replied as she shut the water off. She grabbed a paper towel and wiped her hands.

"You're Alani, the new backstage interviewer, right? Elyes asked. Alani nodded. The brunette stuck out her hand. "I'm Elyse, Randy Orton's girlfriend. Nice to meet you."

'And I'm Alani, your boyfriend's former side chick,' Alani thought to herself as she offered her own hand. "Nice to meet you as well." Her gaze slowly trailed over the woman's attire. She was dressed modestly in a simple peach colored gown, her hair pulled into a chic chingon. A sparkly object caught Alani's eye and the moment Alani glanced at Elyse's free hand, she felt her stomach drop to her feet.

Following her stare, Elyse beamed, her eyes twinkling with happiness. "I guess I should get used to saying Randy Orton's fiancee instead of girlfriend."

Alani spaced out as Elyse continued to ramble about how happy and excited she was, how the engagement was a complete shock to her. Randy was engaged. To the same woman he claimed he didn't love anymore. A mixture of emotions swirled inside Alani. Relief she ended things with Randy when she did. Sorrow because yet once again, another man chose another woman over her. And anger directed towards herself for being so fuckin stupid. There had been plenty of opportunities for her to end things with Randy and yet she stayed like an idiot. She should've known that Randy would never leave his girlfriend for her. He enjoyed keeping her hanging on a leash too much. He enjoyed toying with her emotions, filling her head with lies and dreams he never intended to keep. But yet she ate the shit up like the gullible dumb ass she was. How could she actually believe Randy wanted to be with her? What was the point of a man buying the cow when he was getting the milk for free?

Alani felt her anger intensify and this undeniable desire to exact her own special version of revenge clouded her thoughts. She wanted everybody to feel the same amount of pain she did. She could shatter Randy's entire storybook romance by simply informing Elyes how her loving and devoted fiancee constantly text her about the different positions he wanted to twist her body in whenever they met up. How he constantly claimed he was tired of pretending to be in love with her. The many pictures he sent whenever he was aroused when he allegedly was thinking about her.

Instead Alani took a deep breath and dropped Elyse's hand. She forced a smile onto her face, grabbing her clutch off the sink. "It's a beautiful ring. Congratulations."

"Thank you! I'm really ex-"

Before Elyse could finish her thought, Alani turned around and rushed out the bathroom. She bumped into a few people, not caring about them tossing aggravated curses her way. She had to get out of there. She had to get back to the comforts of her own room so she could be alone to wallow in her self pity and continue to berate herself. Nobody could see her at that moment. All they would say is she got exactly what she deserved and she had nobody to blame but herself. And she was definitely inclined to agree with them.

Alani briskly headed towards the exit, holding her head down so nobody could see the anguish in her gaze. Before she could cross the threshold of the banquet room, she felt somebody grab her elbow, stopping her movements.

"Sweet cheeks didn't you hear me call you?"

Alani shut her eyes tightly. Seth. She had forgotten all about him in all of the excitement to escape. He was one of the main people she couldn't face at the moment. He would definitely rub it in her face how stupid she was. He tried to warn her but she just didn't listen. Alani was not in the mood to hear him crow about how he told her so and she didn't want him to see her at her most vulnerable moment.

She felt Seth release her elbow and step in front of her. He placed his index knuckle underneath her chin and raised her head. He remained unusually silent as they stared at one another. Seth's jaw twitched and his fist clenched at his side before he exhaled. He wrapped his arm around Alani's shoulder.

"C'mon let's go," he stated quietly as he lead Alani out of the ballroom, his grip steady to support her wobbly body.

"What the fuck is this fuck shit?"

Roman and Alyssa's conversation halted as they faced Dean. He stood behind them, glaring at the scene before him, his arms crossed in front of him.

"What the hell are you talking about now?"

"That!" Dean gestured towards the bar area.

The married couple followed Dean's finger, their eyes landing on Alexandria standing at the bar chuckling along with one of the developmental stars, Finn Balor.

"Alex is talking to Finn. So what?"

"They don't know each other. What exactly could they have to talk about?"

"Shit I don't know. The weather? The show tomorrow? I don't see the big damn deal."

Dean's eyes bulged at Alyssa's nonchalant attitude, turning towards Roman. "Will you please explain to your wife why this is an issue?"

Roman exhaled and ran his hand over his face. "Ambrose just try to relax."

"Relax? Would you relax if some other man with abs of steel women drool over was rubbing all on your wife?!"

Roman tilted his head to the side and silently conceded that he would have an issue if he was in Dean's shoes. Alyssa groaned and shook her head, standing to her feet. She turned around and grabbed Dean's shoulders roughly.

"Look here. He's not rubbing all on Alex. And she ain't letting nobody come between you two, abs of steel or not. Re-fuckin-lax before I cut you." The makeup artist directed her attention back to Roman. "Are you ready to head back to the room?"

"We're just gonna leave him alone?" Roman asked wearily.

"Roman, I'm horny and I want dick right fuckin now. Dean's grown as hell and will behave as such. Isn't that right pumpkin?" Alyssa gritted through her teeth as she patted Dean's head.

"I guess." Dean plopped down in his seat and pouted like a child that just got reprimanded by his mother.

"Good. Now Reigns bring your ass and don't make me tell you again."

Roman watched as his wife strutted out the room, her hips swaying back and forth tempting him. He quickly gulped the rest of his beer and squeezed Dean's shoulder. "Look man. Don't do nothing stupid alright?"

"Why do you-"

"I know you. And I'm saying don't do anything that will jeopardize tomorrow night alright? We both worked too hard for you to fuck shit up because some other man, who isn't on your girlfriend's radar, is making her chuckle with a couple of lame ass jokes."

Before Dean could reply, Roman stood and followed the path his wife took earlier. Dean's leg bounced up and down erratically as he continued to gawk at the interaction between Alexandria and Balor. He was definitely standing too close for comfort and the sparkle in his eyes was only supposed to be in his own blue orbs whenever he gazed at his girlfriend. But Alyssa had a point. There was no way his doll face would allow some other man to woo her away from him. She loved him after all and enjoyed being with him. So Dean had nothing to worry about.

Right?

"Fuck this shit," Dean mumbled as he quickly raised from his seat. He purposefully walked towards the duo, dodging his co-workers and other guests, his attention mainly on reaching his girlfriend and the man that would soon make a love connection with his fist.

"Here you are. I was just looking for you."

Alexandria turned around at the sound of Dean's voice, a wide grin immediately gracing her lips. She gazed at him with soft eyes and eagerly accepted a peck on the cheek from him as he wrapped his arm around her waist protectively.

"Hey babe. Are you okay?" she asked, eyeing Dean curiously.

"Of course. Just wanted to dance with the most beautiful woman in the room before we head back to the room."

"Really?" Alexandria raised her brow.

"Yeah. Why do you sound so shocked?" Dean chuckled nervously. He directed his attention back to Finn, plastering a fake smile on his face. "You don't mind do you man?"

Finn shook his head, grabbing his drink from the bar. "Definitely not mucker. I'll see you around Alex."

Finn walked away leaving Dean and Alexandria alone, the messy haired man's narrowed eyes watching his every move.

"Did he just call me a fucker?"

Alexandria chuckled and shook her head. "No Dean. He called you mucker. It's like an Irish term for friend."

Dean continued to glare at Finn when he felt Alexandria lace her fingers with his and squeeze. He turned, being greeted by an amused glint in her orbs.

"What?"

"Babe, are you jealous I was talking to another man?" Alexandria asked teasingly.

Dean scoffed and pointed at himself. "Me jealous of some dude with ripped abs and a horrible Irish accent? Let's be for real doll face. There's nothing for me to be jealous about. I mean I have nothing whatsoever to worry about right?"

Alexandria's lips tipped upward into a gentle smile as she stepped towards Dean, wrapping her arms around his neck. She placed a tiny peck on the corners of his lips and shook her head. "Of course not. You're stuck with me so deal with it Ambrose," she joked.

Dean chuckled as his grip around Alexandria's waist tightened. They swayed back and forth to the soft music playing, staring into one another's eyes. It still amazed Dean how far the two of them had came. This time last year, it was just them against the world trying to figure out exactly where the situation between them was heading. Neither of them knew what the next day would bring and both were still somewhat guarded around each other. But now as Dean held his girlfriend in his arms, he realized letting Alexandria invade his life in the way she did was definitely one of the best decisions he made in a long time.

"I have something to tell you about tomorrow," Dean stated quietly.

"What's up?"

Dean inhaled deeply, trying to temper his excitement before he exploded. "I'm going over."

Alexandria stopped moving, a blank stare on her face. "Like..you're..they said you would-"

He nodded. "I'm winning the title doll face. I'm finally getting what I worked so hard for," he told her, his voice heavy with emotion and slightly quivering.

Alexandria released a loud squeal and she engulfed Dean in a tight hug. He laughed and lifted her off the ground, twirling the two of them around in a circle. The moment he placed her back on her feet, Alexandria pressed her lips against Dean's in a passionate kiss that sucked the breath out of him. His hands rested on the curve of her spine as he tried to pull her as close as he could. Neither cared about anybody else staring at them. The only two that mattered were Dean and Alexandria. It was once again them versus the world.

"Ma'am stop! You can't go in there!"

The booming voice of one of the security guards forced Dean and Alexandria to pull away from one another. A slender female with blonde hair stalked towards him, dressed in a black trench coat that stopped at her knees. Dean instinctively stepped in front of Alexandria, protecting her from the unknown woman. Once she reached them, security flanked her sides and tried to pull her away. By this time, the rest of the guests' eyes were glued to the scene.

"Ma'am you're gonna have to come with us," A big burly security guard ordered, grabbing for the woman's arm to pull her away.

She snatched her arm away, her hazel eyes locking with Dean's. "I'm not going anywhere! I came here to see Dean!"

Dean stopped himself from rolling his eyes at the thought of another obsessed fan girl crashing the party to meet him. He eyed the woman warily as hazy memories appeared in his brain. The blonde definitely looked familiar but Dean had met so many women in his life thanks to his time in the indies and the different cities he performed in now, he was unable to attach a name to her.

"I'm sorry I don't think we've met," he said as he felt Alexandria's grip on his hand tighten.

"So you don't remember me?" The woman chuckled wryly as she grabbed her coat belt. She untied it and allowed the garment to drop to the floor. "Well that's funny seeing as how I'm pregnant with your child," she announced, revealing her very swollen belly to a shocked Dean.

A/N: So as I head to church, I'm gonna pray that y'all don't shank me. R&R :-)