I'd noticed that I had a text from my mother. It stated...

"Rusty, I'm so sorry that it came before you could get the tattoo. Baby you are free to do as you wish, but know in your heart that I've always been proud of you. You've coped with death, addiction and so many other things. You're beautiful in every way and I hope you and Dean stay together and you are both happy together. I have always loved you although I've never shown it. Cope with this because I know you're strong enough. I hope you see that you're amazing and unique, you've surrounded yourself with great guys that make you happy and that was my only wish in life. You kicked addiction in the face and became a wrestler because you're strong and you can think for yourself. I'm sorry that this comes at a bad time for you, and that this is just a text. I have always loved you and have always been proud of you. Carry on like nothing even matters. If you wish to know about your father, ask Aunt Hilary or Denise. I'm sorry I've left you alone, like every other moment in your life. Stay strong and don't stop. I only wish that I could've met Dean, Seth and Roman since you seemed to be head over heels and in love. Be safe, use a condom with any lovers (Dean) and always wear a helmet. I 3 Robert Dean." I read from my phone. That was my mother's first and last text to me. I was sobbing more than ever, but smiling from the last comment. Was it really that obvious? So many questions and emotions. I felt so much, that I'd never felt before. I felt relieved from her knowing about Dean, I was happy that she loved me and her comment about being safe, but I was obviously upset and mournful over losing my mother, my only surviving parent.

"Rusty, you alright?" Roman asked being concerned for me.

"I think so, I don't know." I replied still crying. Dean awkwardly sat in the corner. He was so confused, he didn't know how to deal with someone crying, let alone crying over the death of a parent. He knew how to turn me on and get me to sleep, not that it would help in this situation. Seth and Roman had been engaged to females before they met, presumably dealing with their emotions during their 'shark week' every month. Dean wanted to do something, he just didn't know what to do or how to comfort me. Saying everything is going to be alright and leaving me won't cut it this time. This was too close to my heart for everything to be alright. If I was left alone, I would seriously harm myself or kill myself. I wanted to do neither but I've jumped to the conclusion many times before I was put on suicide watch by teachers in school who knew me and my family and they knew what was wrong. Thank The Lord that they did, I wouldn't have met Dean, Roman, Seth, Drew or anybody else. My mom would've died after me because the stress and my death would cause her to drown her sorrows with alcohol. I'm glad that they helped me through that mental state, but in the moment it was a pain. I was called out of class for meetings, therapy and general help. I'm surprised that I wasn't taken into care.

I slowly walked away from Roman and Seth who seemed to be confused as to why I was walking away. I pulled up my contacts on my phone and scrolled down to Jess. I pressed the call button and relaxed as the phone began to dial.

"Rusty, you alright? You seemed to leave quickly without Dean." Derek was on the other side.

"Before I give an answer, where is Jess?" I asked and at that moment Derek asked me to pause the conversation.

"DEREK! DEREK!" Blood curdling screams could be heard from Jess.

"Derek, she's dead. Cold, limp, heavy, dead." She explained through her cries.

"Derek, I'm sorry but explain to Jess that it was the reason I was calling. I let you comfort her and will speak to you soon." I hung up to allow Derek to focus on comforting Jess. My next port of call was my heartless sister, Denise. I knew she would laugh it off and then focus on killing herself. As the phone dialled, I questioned my actions. It was this or my Aunt Hilary. Either way I was dead to them.

"What the fuck do you want?" The abrupt question that lay in front of me questioned my ability to refrain from name calling, she was a pure bitch.

"I wondered if you knew about mom?" I panicked. She sounded more intimidating than her small and fat figure gave out.

"Course I know about the dumb bitch. She told me to tell you that she could've done better at being a parent and she apologizes for everything, although an apology wouldn't cut the damage she caused." She replied not so explicitly, unusual behaviour chosen by Denise.

"I wanted to ask you about my dad. What do you know about him?" I asked carefully.

"He was a dick like every other man mom chose. Now fuck off dipshit." I was waiting for the name calling. Saying goodbye, I hung up. I was going to call my Aunt Hilary, but her sister has just died, this wasn't a good time. I looked closely at my birth certificate that had been folded in half at the bottom of my bag. I was born in 1990 to Leroy Harold Gregory Dean and Wilma Nicole Rachel King. I decided to take it one step at a time and get over my mom's death before I asked about my father. My tears had stopped for the moment as my thoughts tried to visualize my father from my appearance. He was the average height for a male with blonde hair and sharp features. He would have had a long nose, round cheeks, not necessarily chubby. He could be paper thin with a little muscle or very muscly, but still thin. I imagined him as either a businessman or a UFC fighter. After a few minutes of contemplation and sub-consciously viewing my birth certificate, I slid the certificate back into the black hole at the bottom of my bag. I then threw my body back onto the double bed.

"I need cuddles." I complained in a childish voice. Dean slowly strolled across to me.

"Ya' know, you feel sorry for yourself because now you only have us and Jess and Derek, it's not a huge loss." Dean acted in a despicable way.

"Yeah and the way you're going, it's not a huge gain either. You can complain about my mother and her affection, but the whole time I've been here with you, you stroked my hair and then let Seth and Roman take over. They've done more for me than you have and I was a virgin before I met you. I hadn't touched a guy's dick before you and you treat me like I'm a complete idiot and that my family isn't important, but you are. I see Seth and Roman and I'm jealous. Not only are they very handsome and amazing guys, they understand each other. Plus when they're in Florida, they stay with Roman's family, in Iowa it's Seth's family and together, they have a house in Florida, but family is important to them. You need to understand other people and that their attitudes change as quick as yours does." I was biting back fiercely.

"Rusty, I try and have tried to help, but how am I meant to know what to do if you don't tell me?" Dean raised a valid question.

"I understand, but if I don't physically push you away, then I need you and if I don't talk it's because I don't want to. It is something you should've known. Remember when you let me sleep on you because I'd had five seconds of sleep, you stroked my hair. You knew what to do then, what's so different?" I returned with a valid question.

"Rusty, you've changed. You were never like this." Dean was falling short.

"No, I've suffered a death and I'm upset. I'm telling you the truth because I hate being put down. I'm human, just because I'm male, doesn't mean that I'm not going to be emotional over a death, never mind my mother." I expanded. Dean had nothing more to say, or any other points to make, so I'd won this argument. He picked up all his luggage and left. I was still lying on the bed needing to be consoled and comforted.

"You still needing that cuddle?" Seth asked sweetly. He was such a sweetheart. I just nodded. I'd lost my mother completely and Dean walked out after I told him what he needed to hear. Seth just crawled up next to me. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and supported my neck. While he played with my hair. This was so comforting. I felt at ease, until there was a loud knock on the door. Roman walked over and answered the door. Seth removed himself when my name was mentioned as a man was pointed in my direction by Roman. The man stood in white and blue Nike sneakers with white laces, a pair of blue Nike shorts with the white tick on the side of the leg and a dark green t-shirt that had 'SERGEANT DEAN USA MARINE CORPS TRAINING CAMP' in white lettering on the front with the Marine Corps badge on the sleeve. His hair was very short, almost invisible, he was quite tall and slim with muscle. His face was delighted and lit up with excitement as he saw me on the bed. Dashing to my side, his hands grasped my face as he squatted at the side of my bed.

"Son, Rob, Rusty." He pulled me in for a hug.

"I'm so sorry, you seem to know me, but I'm afraid I don't recognize you." I stated nicely.

"I'm your father, Leroy Dean." I knew that it seemed hard to believe, but I knew in my heart that this stranger was telling the truth.

"I'm Rusty McLaughlin." I replied nervously.

"I haven't seen you in twenty years, I'm glad that I finally met you." He admitted smiling at me.

"If you guys don't mind, we could go out for lunch and coffee." I suggested asking consent from Seth and Roman.

"If that's what you both want to do, then do it. We aren't offended." Roman agreed while Seth was looking out the windows.

We sat opposite each other in Haywood 73. We each sat nursing a coffee while waiting on our sandwiches.

"So, what are you doing with your life?" He asked.

"Nothing much, I'm a professional wrestler with WWE." I answered.

"Awesome. You got a girlfriend?" He was just trying to get me back and learn about me.

"Not exactly. I'm in a relationship, we just had an argument before you came. He left, I'm not sure where he is." I told him.

"So you're gay, or bisexual? Who were the two guys in your room?"

"I'm bisexual. Those guys in the room are together, they're my friends. Seth is the one with the blonde and black hair and Roman is of Samoan descent."

"Do you like them, more than friends? I saw the way you were looking at Seth and admiring Roman's physique." This was unexpected.

"I do, but I'm with Dean. Or I was, I'm not sure. They're still together and it would be weird."

"Next question, you did it yet?" I gave him a confused look before he made a rude gesture, putting his finger in and out of an open ring made by his index finger and thumb.

"Dad! Not here." I was appalled at his gesture.

"Have you?" This was so embarrassing, I couldn't help but lower my head as redness took over my face.

"Have you taken it?" I wished he would stop.

"Dad, stop. Please stop." He put up his hands to surrender to me. "So, what have you been doing?" I asked before we thanked the waiter for the sandwiches.

"Serving America in the Marine Corps and training with the Marine Corps. I got married, so you have a step-mother and two step-brothers. I watched my son debut on NXT as Seth Rollins' rookie." My face instantly lit up. He watched wrestling and watched me wrestle.

"Seriously?" I asked, for good measure.

"Yes. You were amazing and should've won, but I like what they're doing with you." This was the greatest thing, my dad admitting that he enjoyed watching me wrestle.

"Rusty, I'm proud of you and what you've done. I want to meet you to ask you for forgiveness and for you to come back into my life. You could live with me when you're in town. I would allow you and your partner to stay." He was sounding genuine, but I needed to discuss it with Roman and Seth to get their view.

"I understand and will give you space. I'm sorry it's abrupt, I need to go. There is the money for lunch, it covers yours. There is my phone number, just give me a call when you've made up your mind and I'll see you later." He said his goodbyes before walking out. I sat alone finishing my sandwich. I had to talk to Roman and Seth before I even went looking for Dean. They wrestle with Dean, they travel with Dean and have done for two years, they knew Dean like they know their brothers.

Mentally, I prepared myself to explain the situation to Roman and Seth. I stood at the hotel room door, steadying my breathing and slowing my heart rate. I eventually reached out and turned the golden door knob. The sound of sobs from the room, filled my ears. I threw the door open to find Seth looking out the window, tears flooding the room. I slammed the door behind me as I raced across the room to be by Seth.

"Seth, what happened?" I asked cradling him in my arms. His sobs were a mumble of words that weren't heard properly. I asked for him to repeat himself, I was shocked at the words I heard.

"Romie, broke up with me." He choked out as his tears flooded his face and his sobbing intensified.

"What for?" I wasn't so sensitive, I'm secretly a female, I'm only helping you to get the gossip. I sincerely wanted to help and if he didn't want to talk about it, I'd just hold him until his sobbing stopped.

"I told him that I still had feelings for Dean and developed feelings for you. I've had feelings for you since NXT. I thought my attraction to you was obvious, clearly not." Seth had calmed himself down enough to make his words clear. His sobbing and whimpers began as soon as he'd muttered those words. I leaned down and kissed his forehead gently. Seth's shocked expression stopped the tears.

"I'm attracted to you Seth, it's really obvious. That dream I had at Roman's house was about you and him. Dean doesn't know that because I feel so guilty about it." His sweet, innocent face looked at me with those giant brown eyes. His face grew closer to mine as did his lips. The space between our lips decreased as his lips were soon on mine. We were kissing as the room door opened, revealing Roman and Dean.