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During my vacation/honeymoon, I was somehow able to write this chapter. It took me a long time and I'm not quite sure if it's my best chapter but I tried :D
Sooo, I'm having a crazy schedule this week and I'm not sure if there will be another chapter until Friday…but there will be another one at the beginning of next week the latest :)
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Chapter 14: You never know what happens next
"Fuck fuck fuck...how am I supposed to be in New York on Wednesday morning when we're in Sacramento the night before," Seth mumbled to himself after seeing his plan for the next week.
Ever since knowing he would challenge Roman for the World Heavyweight Championship in a couple of weeks, the WWE had booked him to make more and more appearances to represent the company so that slowly Roman could step back. It was a heavy and crazy schedule and Seth could finally understand why Roman wanted to spend more time at home with Karo.
"Relax man. It's all gonna work out somehow. Why don't you go and ask that new travel agent chick? I've heard they hired her to support us with stuff like that," Dean, who appeared to be in the same locker room as Seth, said to his buddy.
"Seriously? I had no idea they did," Seth replied with a sigh, running a hand over his face before turning to his friend. "Has she helped you out already?"
Dean was about to answer him when suddenly Roman burst into the room, slamming the door so hard that it bounced against the wall.
"They've gotta be fucking kidding me," he groaned, looking at both Dean and Seth who seemed to be startled by his sudden appearance. "They want me to have three interviews and two photo shoots within the next two hours."
"Dude, relax. It has never bothered you before. Why freak out now?" Dean asked with a frown on his face, moving a little so that Roman could take a seat next to him on the bench.
"Sorry man, I'm just so fucking stressed out," Roman admitted, burying his head in his hands before continuing. "Karo is driving me crazy at the moment."
Both Shannon and Karo were 11 weeks' pregnant now and their pregnancies couldn't be any more different at the moment. While Shannon's only trouble was having to pee constantly, it was Karo who was suffering from some kind of depression she hadn't experienced when she was pregnant with Joshua.
"Is she still bitching at you?" Dean asked while Seth just listened to them, remaining silent.
It wasn't his place to involve himself in that kind of conversation and as things with Roman seemed to go smoothly right now, he didn't want to risk their newfound friendship again.
"Yeah. But I know she doesn't mean it. She starts crying and apologizes to me just a few minutes later. I just wish there was something I could do," he sighed, rubbing his eyes.
The room fell silent for a few moments, nobody really knowing what to say to cheer Roman up. There was nothing they could really do to help their friend but to be there for him at all times and listen to him whenever he needed them to.
It was Seth who all of a sudden had the courage to speak up, not sure how Roman would take his suggestion but he decided to go for it anyways.
"Uhm, I think I have an idea," he said quietly, his voice only a whisper.
Roman and Dean both looked at him curiously, waiting for their friend to continue.
Seth took a deep breath and decided to continue before he would change his mind. What else could Roman do but decline?
"I have backstage passes for the next A Day to Remember gig. Now we all know she loves them and I would gladly take her with me. Nobody is going with me anyways," Seth said with a sigh, looking at Roman cautiously.
Dean looked back and forth between his two best friends wide-eyed, not believing that Seth had just suggested that.
Roman swallowed hard and looked at Seth as if he had two heads. Did he really just say that? Did he really ask him for some alone time with his wife? After all that had happened?
"Don't look at me like that, Roman. We both know it would cheer her up," he argued, annoyance written all over his face when he realized that Roman still couldn't forget what had happened years ago. "You know what? I'll make sure to get another ticket so that you can join us as it seems that you still don't trust me."
Roman remained silent. He had no idea what to say. He looked at Dean but his best friend just shrugged his shoulders. It was his friend's decision to make, his and his alone. He knew that all too well.
"Think about it," Seth huffed before storming out of the room and slamming the door shut behind him with full force.
He was mad at Roman. Mad at him for acting like a fool when it came to him and Karo. It had been years already but he still acted as if it had just been yesterday. He was over Karolina. He didn't love her anymore. When would Roman finally realize that?
With his head full of thoughts and his pent-up energy dictating his body, he ran through the hallways of the arena without noticing anybody. He was lost in his own world and didn't even notice anyone passing him. That was until he bumped into someone...
"God no," the woman groaned, looking down at the mess Seth had created with his clumsiness.
Her white blouse was drenched with coffee now, making it slightly see-through, exposing the lingerie she was wearing underneath.
"Oh god, I'm so sorry," Seth immediately said, frantically looking around to see if he could find some tissues but he wasn't successful in the empty hallways of the arena. "Shit...wait here please. I'll be right back."
He took off and ran into catering as fast as he could, his head as red as a tomato because of the embarrassment of ruining the woman's shirt. Damn him for always being in thought. He was such a clumsy mess sometimes.
He quickly grabbed a towel and a few tissues before making his way back to her, not surprised to see her cover her chest with her arms as her black bra was clearly visible through the drenched white blouse.
"Here, lemme help you," he said and tried drying her clothes with the towel. However, he simply couldn't help but feel extremely awkward doing so.
The lady just looked at him with confusion written all over her face. Was this stranger really having his hands all over her chest?
"Uhm...it's okay...let me do it," she stuttered, taking the tissues away from him to start cleaning up herself.
Seth watched her intently, looking her up and down curiously. He had never seen her here before. She definitely was no new diva, her clothes told him otherwise. Her auburn hair was in a tight bun, the white blouse she was wearing completed by a black pantsuit of the likes Stephanie McMahon always wore. Her clothing definitely gave away that she was working for the McMahons or the so-called 'Authority'.
"I'm Seth, by the way," he mumbled after staring at her for good two long minutes.
The woman looked at him with a knitted brow, seemingly not interested in a conversation but she replied anyways. "I'm Maxine. I wish we could have met differently but well..."
She let her sentence trail off, continuing to clean herself up when she noticed that more and more people were now crowding the hallways.
"I'd better get going. I have a job to do," she huffed, and without looking at him again she turned around and left him standing there like a scolded little boy.
Seth sighed in frustration, running a hand through his two-toned hair while he watched her leave in a hurry.
What a fucked up day this was, Seth thought to himself.
…
When Roman made his way to the hotel room that night, he had knots in his stomach. After leaving Karolina after a fight that morning, he had neither heard from her nor seen her. It broke his heart to see her so depressed and it seemed that anything he had to say to make her feel better made her even more bitter.
He opened the door quietly, not wanting to wake her in case she was sleeping already. But what he saw in front of him surprised him even more, to say the least.
"Babygirl," he whispered, taking in the sight of lit candles placed in a heart shaped form on the floor, Karolina standing in the middle of it in a black satin nightgown.
Her baby bump was only slightly visible, her breasts on the other hand even more impressive already.
"You want some champagne?" she asked, extending the filled glass to him which he gratefully took. "It's alcohol-free. If I have to suffer, you do too."
He chuckled when she giggled, slowly making his way even closer to her and helping her step out of the burning candles.
"What do I deserve this for?" he asked quietly, placing a sweet kiss on her lips before clinking glasses with her.
"I need to apologize," she said after taking a sip, letting her free hand trail over his tight-fitting grey shirt.
"You don't have to...," he started but she cut him off immediately by placing her index finger over his lips.
"Let's do the talk later," she whispered, taking both her and his glass and setting them on the small table next to the couch of their hotel room.
"What do you have in mind?" he asked hoarsely, although damn sure knowing what she had planned which brought a smile to his face.
"Take off your clothes and I'll show you," she said seductively, biting her bottom lip which made him groan in anticipation.
She wasn't quite in her horny stage of the pregnancy yet but it seemed to him that she was slowly going there. And he couldn't be any happier about it.
He did what he was told, pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it away aimlessly. He smirked when she watched him, the way she was biting her bottom lip showing him just how hungry she was for him. He unbuckled his belt, opening it before quickly unzipping his jeans and pulling them down. His cock was semi hard already, the thoughts of what was about to happen arousing him incredibly.
He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his tight boxer briefs and looked at her expectantly, pushing them down when she nodded her head in approval so that he was now naked in front of her...in all his glory.
"Get on the bed, lay down on your stomach," she ordered, earning a confused look from him which was almost slightly disappointed. How was he supposed to get inside of her awaiting body when his best asset was pressed into the mattress instead of her slick folds.
But he trusted that she wouldn't let him suffer for too long. It was the look in her eyes that told him that she was just as excited as he was.
When he was lying on the bed, he could only guess that she was kneeling next to him on the mattress but at first she wouldn't touch him. He heard how she must have opened a bottle and just a few more moments later he could feel how she sat down on his perfectly toned ass. What made this even more intense was the fact that she seemingly didn't wear any panties as he could feel her wetness against his skin.
Roman didn't say a word. He would let her be in control this time and enjoy what she was doing to him. He let out a soft moan when he felt her hands on his shoulders, covering them and his neck and back with some oil before finally massaging his sore muscles.
He had been wrestling a lot during the last few weeks and she knew all too well how much his body was aching; even if he would never admit it to her face. She knew him better than he knew himself and most importantly: they trusted each other.
"You like that?" she asked, smiling to herself when he once more moaned, giving her a weak nod.
She decided to let him be, wanting him to fully relax and enjoy what her hands were doing to him and his tensed up muscles.
When after a couple of minutes his breathing was even and his eyes were fully closed, she was afraid that he fell asleep. But she didn't want to be disappointed, reminding herself just how busy he was only to be with her for the rest of her pregnancy very soon.
Cautiously and carefully not to wake him, she climbed off of him but yelped when all of a sudden he spoke up. "Where do you think you're going?"
He blinked a few times to get used to the lighting in the hotel room, slowly turning around so that he was lying on his back, his eyes fixed on hers which were staring at his impressive erection.
"I don't think you're done yet," he said seductively, crossing his arms behind his head and motioning to his hard cock which was aching for some attention as well.
She smirked at him and took the bottle of oil from the nightstand, putting some on her hands before rubbing them together, making the liquid warm.
She crawled back to where he was lying, her eyes never leaving his when both her hands grasped his dick, agonizingly slowly stroking him, up and down...up and down.
He watched her intently, enjoying the view in front of him. Not only was the sight of her pleasuring him with her hands highly erotic, but also the way he could watch her breasts bounce inside of her nightgown.
"Take it off," he ordered, sitting up slightly so that he could see her even better.
She was on her knees when she pulled the nightgown over her head, throwing it next to her on the bed before wanting to go back to the task at the hand. But he had other things in mind.
"Touch yourself," he whispered, looking at her expectantly. "Massage your breasts."
Karolina swallowed hard, slightly blushing when he had said those words but there really was no need to be embarrassed or even ashamed now. She had pleasured herself in front of him before, even getting off under the gaze of his piercing eyes.
She cupped both of her breasts with her oily hands, closing her eyes in pleasure when she pinched and rubbed her nipples, making them hard. She couldn't remember the last time she had masturbated but in this very moment it reminded her just how much she had always enjoyed it.
Roman couldn't help but stroke his erection while watching her. She was a sight for sore eyes, especially in this very moment when she was lost in her own world.
He gasped when one of her hands slipped in between her legs, immediately finding her clit which she rubbed in circles, a soft moan escaping her lips. God, how he wanted to lick her sweet pussy, sucking her swollen nub in between his lips and letting it go with a wet pop. He wanted to bury his tongue deep inside of her and taste her wetness as if it was water he needed in order to survive.
But when he started getting up, she immediately stopped him, pushing him down so that he was lying on his back again.
"I can't wait any longer," she panted, crawling in between his legs and kissing the tip of his erection, licking away the precum there in the process.
She climbed on top of him, her legs on either side of his body while she grabbed his hard cock with one of her hands softly. She looked deep into his eyes when she guided him into her slick folds, inch by inch invading her and stretching her to the limit. She remained still when he was fully buried inside of her, relishing the feeling to the fullest of being united with him again. She loved having him inside of her, it always made her feel even closer to him. This wasn't just about sexual desire, this was about love.
He grabbed her hips, digging his nails into her flesh, and thrust up, signaling her that he wanted her to move. He needed her, wanted her.
"Ride me, babygirl," he breathed, his grey eyes looking into her blue ones, urging her to keep going.
He moaned out loud when she started moving her hips, back and forth, up and down, very slowly at first but soon increasing her pace when he impatiently thrust up once again.
"You feel so good," he panted, cupping her breasts which were bouncing with her erratic movements, rubbing her hardened nipples between his fingers. "So tight, so hot."
His words always did things to her she couldn't even explain or describe in words. Although she sometimes was still too shy to do it herself, she enjoyed his dirty talk.
After endless minutes of passionate lovemaking, he suddenly sat up, burying his head in between her breasts while still cupping them with his hands, pressing them together. He took first one and afterwards the other nipple in between his teeth, scraping them slightly which made her scream out loud.
"That's it, baby. Let go," he encouraged her, one of his hands moving in between their bodies, teasing her clit with his thumb which made her go even wilder.
"Oh God...Roman...I'm...I'm about to cum," she groaned, closing her eyes tightly while burying her hands into his long dark hair. "God YES."
He could feel the familiar pulsating around his cock, her shaking body all covered in goosebumps telling him that her orgasm had just washed over her and that was all he needed to let go himself. He thrust up a few more times, his movements frantic and uncoordinated, until he finally came, squirting his seed deep inside of her. They both were breathless, collapsing in each other's arms, forehead pressed against forehead.
There was no need to talk now, it was a comfortable silence between them that they both enjoyed. He was still inside of her, savouring the closeness between them that they always had in moments like this.
"I love you so much, Roman," she whispered into his ear, and by the sound of her voice he could tell that there was more behind this than just a love confession.
He moved slightly so that he could look into her eyes, seeing unshed tears in them which made him worry.
"I love you too, babygirl," he whispered back, caressing her cheek softly with his right hand. "But what's wrong? Why so sad?"
She stirred a little, raising her hips so that he slid out of her, a frustrated sigh escaping his lips at the disconnection. He watched her as she laid down next to him, covering her naked body with the blanket but holding it up for him to join her.
He placed his head on the pillow, lying on his side so that they were face to face, both of them looking deep into each other's eyes.
"Talk to me, beautiful," he pleaded, not liking when she shut him out when clearly something was bothering her.
"As I said before, I need to apologize," she started, sighing heavily while she frowned. "And don't even think about telling me I don't have to."
She took one of his hands into hers and intertwined their fingers, her heart heavy in her chest when she thought about all those times she had yelled at him for no reason.
"In the last couple of days I've been quite a bitch and I'm sincerely sorry for that. Whenever something was annoying me, I made you responsible for it. Every time I was in a bad mood, it was you who had to suffer my wrath," she explained, not once looking into his eyes but concentrating on their hands to distract herself. "I really didn't know how to deal with my mood swings. They were different to the ones I had when I was pregnant with Joshua. This wasn't just a good mood or bad mood thing. It freaked me out to be that sad and depressed that I called Dr Matthews this morning after our fight."
Roman looked at her curiously, his eyes wide in surprise when she mentioned her gynecologist. Worry immediately took over and he was scared something was wrong with her and their baby.
"I told him about my symptoms, about our senseless fighting and the way I feel," she started and finally looked into his eyes which were reflecting insecurity and worry. "It seems I suffer from some kind of pregnancy depression."
He looked at her dumbfounded, shocked by her admission. She was depressed? She was really suffering from depression?
"But why? I mean...you...we...our baby," he stuttered, not really sure what he wanted to say anyways but his mind was not functioning properly.
"Roman, don't ever doubt I'm happy about us expecting a baby because I am. I'm so excited and thrilled about it, you can't even imagine," she quickly added, looking at him intently and squeezing his hand. "The doc said a lot of women suffer from this kind of depression. It's nothing serious, it can be gone in a week or two. He explained to me that my hormones are playing games with me and that makes me this irritated all the time. It's not your fault, not the baby's fault. I'm happy, please believe me. I can't control it although I wish I could. I just want you to know how sorry I am for treating you like this. I love you, Roman. With all my heart."
He swallowed hard and closed his eyes tightly for a few moments. Her words broke his heart. Not for him, but for her. He didn't want her to be sad or depressed, no matter why. That just wasn't fair.
"Isn't there anything I could do?" he asked helplessly. "I mean, there must be something I could do to help you with, right?"
She smiled at him weakly, letting go of his hand and cupping his cheek, her thumb caressing him softly. Nobody would ever understand how much she loved this man. He was the most supporting, loving guy she had ever met in her life.
"Just stay with me. Don't give up on me. I need you by my side during this time. I doubt there is anything you could really do. Please just don't be mad at me for being a bitch sometimes," she pleaded, her fingers slightly tracing his goatee which made him smile.
"Don't you ever think I would run away, babygirl," he started, kissing her fingertips when they reached his lips. "When I married you I promised in front of God I would stay with you through good and bad times. And that's what I'm gonna do. I love you, Karolina. You and our munchkin. You can talk to me whenever you need me, honey. I'm here for you. Never forget that you're my everything."
And with that he placed a sweet kiss on her lips, wanting to finish this conversation before her mood would change again. He was glad she was honest to him about her depression, it would make things easier for him now that he understood why she was acting the way she was.
All he wanted was for his wife to be happy. And once again Seth's suggestion came to his mind...what was he supposed to do now?
…
When Dean woke up the next day, he blinked a few times as the sun was blinding him through the curtains of their hotel room. He knew he had only a few more days with Shannon on the road until both Karo and Roman would take her back with them to Pensacola so that she could get enough rest and make sure that she was never alone. He would be gone a lot during the next few months as his job as WWE champion required a lot of promotional work.
He turned around cautiously, not wanting to hurt her by accidentally bumping into her. Ever since accepting the fact that she was indeed pregnant and that he was becoming a father, he was more than careful when it came to her. He had still a hard time processing that in just a few short months his life would change drastically. It wasn't only about him or Shannon anymore but about their baby as well.
"Wake up, sweet cheeks," he whispered, nuzzling his nose into the crook of her neck before placing butterfly kisses along her throat.
She stirred a little, a smile on her face when she felt his soft lips on her hot skin. She loved to be woken up like that.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," he said when she finally opened her eyes, chuckling when he saw just how tired and groggy she still looked.
"Good morning, handsome," she replied, stretching a little and yawning heartily which made him chuckle even more. "Sleep well?"
Dean simply nodded his head, not being in the mood to talk much and just wanting to enjoy having her in his arms. He loved her. She was the center of his world. It took him a lot of time to realize this. And more than once he had been about to lose her. Simply because he didn't know how to be a good boyfriend. He would never let that happen again. She was his everything.
"Lemme go! I need to pee," she said, pushing him away from her and giggling when he sighed in frustration.
He was annoyed by her bladder always disturbing them when he wanted to get comfortable with her. It seemed as if that baby didn't like its daddy's intruding.
Dean leaned back against the headboard to watch her hobble into the bathroom. But what he saw when she moved away the blankets made his heart stop beating instantly.
"Babe?" he asked breathlessly, the tone in his voice making her stop dead in her tracks.
She turned around and looked at him expectantly, noticing how his eyes were fixed onto the mattress. She followed his gaze and yelped in shock, covering her mouth with one of her hands while placing the other on her belly.
Blood. There was blood. Everywhere.
"Oh god," she whispered, tears building in her eyes when she realized that it was her blood drenching the sheets.
She felt so empty, so numb. What was happening? Why was she bleeding?
"Shit," Dean muttered before jumping out of the bed, quickly making his way over to her. "Are you in pain? Does it hurt? Talk to me, Shannon."
He couldn't help but shout. It wasn't because he was mad at her or anything but it was because he was in shock and she wouldn't talk to him. He grabbed her wrist and dragged her into the bathroom, sitting her down on the edge of the bathtub.
"Get outta your panties," he demanded, turning around to get a washcloth and holding it under the warm water before quickly turning around again.
"Whatcha waiting for, Shan?" he snapped, pulling her up again so that he could push down her bloody panties, his heart beating uncontrollably fast in his chest.
He threw them away aimlessly before making her sit down again, spreading her legs slightly so that he could start cleaning her up with the warm washcloth.
There was nothing erotic about this. Shannon didn't even feel exposed or vulnerable to be like that in front of him. It just showed her how much he loved her and that finally made her break down in tears.
"My baby...," she sobbed, tears streaming down her face. "My baby..."
Dean tried his hardest to remain his composure, knowing he needed to be strong for her but he had a hard time fighting his own tears.
Although he was afraid of being a shitty father, he already felt love for his unborn child that couldn't even be expressed in words.
"Fuck that," he yelled and threw away the washcloth furiously, not having the nerve to get her cleaned up when he so desperately needed to get her to the hospital.
"Get dressed," he ordered, running a shaky hand through his short hair. "Come on Shannon, we don't have time for that shit."
He knew he shouldn't yell at her but he was losing his nerves with her tardiness. He didn't even realize she was in a state of shock while he was completely freaking out.
After a few more long moments, she finally got up and followed him into the bedroom area of their hotel room where Dean was already rummaging in their suitcases anxiously.
"Put this on," he said, pointing to a pair of panties, jeans and a t-shirt that was lying on the bed. "And hurry up, for fuck's sake."
Without protesting she did as she was told, watching him as he grabbed his cell phone and keys to his rental car so that he could drive them to the hospital.
He was dressed in no time after that, his hair still messy but he didn't care. His baby was in danger and they couldn't lose any more time.
"Come," he mumbled, taking her hand into his and dragging her out of the hotel room, her purse in his other hand so that they had her 'expectant mother records' with them.
They didn't speak a word during the elevator ride down, both lost in their thoughts. They both were shocked, horrified even. They had been so excited about that baby and now it seemed as if their dream about holding their child was shattered into a million pieces.
The car was in the hotel's parking lot right to the exit, a sigh of relief escaping his lips when he saw it.
"Now come on, Shannon. We really need to get going," Dean demanded, putting on his seatbelt while watching Shannon who was crying hysterically.
He wished he could do anything. He wanted her to stop, he needed her to be strong for their baby. He suddenly hit the steering wheel with all the power he could muster, his actions startling his girlfriend who yelped in shock.
"Oh god...oh my god...," he mumbled, rubbing his eyes in exasperating. "This can't be fucking happening. SHIT."
He had no idea if it was his fault but Shannon started crying even harder, her whole body shaking. What was he supposed to do? How could he make her stop crying? He knew he wasn't the one to calm her down. He had always been the one to make her feel all giddy and he was sure that this time he also wouldn't make things better but probably even worse.
He quickly fished out his phone from his jeans pocket, unlocked it and searched for the number of the person he knew had a calming effect on his girlfriend.
He pressed on 'call' and almost pushed the phone into her face. "Talk to him. Take that damn phone and talk to him."
Shannon looked at her boyfriend surprised, his yelling making her even more nervous but she didn't want to fight with him.
"Hello? Dean, are you there?" the person on the other end called, confused why nobody was talking to him.
"Roman," Shannon said quietly, her voice almost a whisper.
"Shannon, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" he asked immediately, sensing that something was terribly wrong by the sound of her voice.
She tried to steady her breathing, but due to her sobbing her body shook uncontrollably. "Roman, I'm scared...I think my baby died."