As nice as living on Elena was, practical considerations had to intervene. With the prospect of people panic buying becoming greater by the day as the crisis worsened, Roman had said that they ought to get ahead of it and order in a big grocery shop. They had spent a couple of hours doing it on his phone, and ordered it for delivery to his house. Mandy had also ordered some other essentials from Amazon.

Having arranged for everything to be delivered on the same day, they had driven to the house to wait for it all to come in. Their luck had held out, and everything had been delivered on time, with no issues. There was so much of it that Roman had decided to borrow his neighbour's van again to get it all back to the yacht.

"It looks like a warehouse in here," Roman said with a laugh as Mandy set the last bag of groceries down in the living area on-board. There were bags and boxes everywhere. They had even bought an extra freezer to keep food in, since there wouldn't have been enough storage otherwise.

"True," Mandy laughed. "But this should keep us going for at least a month, probably more. Do you want to drive the boat back out while I put it all away?"

"I don't mind helping you."

Mandy smiled, then firmly explained to him what the deal was. "I love to cook, Roman. It's a passion of mine. And you know how much I like my cleanliness. So, if you don't mind me saying it, the kitchen, or should I say the galley, is going to be my area. You stay out of it as much as possible. Is that okay?"

Roman could tell that she felt a bit unsure, in case she was stepping over a line, but she had no need to worry. If she wanted to do all of the cooking and clean up afterwards as well, he wasn't going to complain. "No, you go right ahead," he said, laughing as he turned and went up the stairs to get the engine going.

Sitting down behind the wheel, he put the key in the ignition and turned it. The engine fired immediately with a throaty rumble. For the sake of maintenance, he liked to let the engine idle and warm up for a couple of minutes before doing anything with it. While waiting, he checked his phone and discovered a missed call and a text from Seth Rollins, his best friend. It had been a couple of days since they had spoken or exchanged messages, which was unusual for them.

Seth Rollins: Hope you're okay, man? This virus looks like it's getting out of control. I'm worried about you, with your chemo and all. Stay safe.

The message made Roman smile. He recognised that having such a good friend was precious, and he valued Seth accordingly. He typed out a reply.

Looks that way, doesn't it? I'll be fine, bro. Mandy came down from New York, and we're going to live together on the yacht, riding this out. You and Becky stay safe too!

Roman had never seen anyone who could type as fast as Seth on a phone. The next message came through almost immediately.

Seth Rollins: Will do. We're in Iowa, so it's just us and a bunch of corn fields. Wish we had a yacht to live on though!

The corn fields joke made Roman smile as he typed his reply.

You can't catch corona from corn! Yeah, it's good. I'm banned from attempting any cooking. Mandy loves doing it, so that's a bonus for me. We were talking about work, and I think I'm going to have to step back for a while. It's not a good idea for me to be around so many people while the virus is around. With my immune system shot, it would only take one person to inadvertently show up with it and I would be in deep shit.

Again, the reply came back quickly.

Seth Rollins: What you're saying makes sense, and I agree. But what about Mania? Are you going to pull out?

I think I have to. I expect Vince to be pissed about his main event being ruined, but I think he'll understand where I'm coming from. Even if he doesn't, my mind is made up.

Seth Rollins: Yes, I think he will understand. Hell, even if he doesn't, you do what you need to do to keep yourself safe. We'll have to set up some kind of video chat soon.

Roman liked that idea, and with Mandy's computer now set up for streaming on the yacht, they had the perfect thing to use for it.

Yes, that would be good. Mandy has her computer with her so that she can continue with her poker streaming. I'm sure it would be perfect for video chat. I'll speak to her and drop you a message about it.

Seth Rollins: Streaming from a yacht. The way some people live.

Roman laughed as he put away his phone. The banter was always good between them. With that, he was ready to back the yacht away from the dock. Actually, no he wasn't, he realised. There was a problem, in that he had forgotten to go and untie the moorings.

Amused by his own silliness, Roman went back down the stairs to the main deck. He found Mandy making good progress with sorting out the van load of things they had brought. The new freezer was plugged in and running, and she was busy packing things into it.

"It might help if I untied the moorings," Roman said. "Not exactly sure how I forgot that."

"I know something we both forgot," Mandy said, stopping for a moment to look at him. "The van needs to be taken back."

"Shit, you're right," Roman said, shaking his head. "What are you doing to me, Mandy?"

"I've driven you insane with love," she said. Then she froze at the word she had used without thinking about it.

Roman walked over to her and kissed her on the lips. He decided to find a middle ground between avoiding what she had said and repeating it because she had said it. "I think you might be right," he said softly.

"This is pretty crazy, driving to work worried about who or what I might come into contact with," Roman said. He was behind the wheel of his Bugatti, driving himself and Mandy across Orlando to WWE's Performance Center. It was going to be his first show since the corona virus had become a serious enough problem to force all public gatherings to be cancelled. It was also going to be his last show until the situation was under control, not that Vince McMahon knew that yet.

"I know," Mandy said. "And look how little traffic there is. It's like something out of a movie, yet here it is happening in America, in our lifetime."

"And look how we're dressed as a result. I feel like a complete idiot," Roman said. They were both wearing white surgical masks and purple nitrile gloves, part of the order that Mandy had gotten from Amazon.

"But I'm dressed the same way. Are you saying I look like an idiot, Mr Reigns?" Mandy asked in a cheery manner.

"No. You look hot no matter what you wear. And I know you're enjoying wearing those gloves. I'm surprised you're not taking selfies." Glancing over at her, Roman could tell that she looked a little embarrassed by his mention of her fetish. It made him wonder if he had made a mistake.

"Do you think it's weird?" she asked.

Roman felt like they had already had this conversation, but he understood why she was seeking reassurance. If she was inexperienced with sex, she would certainly be inexperienced when it came to talking about her fetish with a partner. It was such a mild one too, so of course he had no issue exploring it with her. "Babe, it's not weird at all. You like what you like. If you feel sexy wearing rubber gloves, or even these things, you can go ahead and wear them whenever you want as far as I'm concerned. You look beautiful to me."

"You may regret saying that when I'm wearing them all the time," Mandy said. There was a hint of red to her cheeks, but she seemed to be enjoying herself.

"I'm sure I won't, babe. I want you to feel sexy, and to enjoy yourself. So you wear whatever you want. It's not like anyone else is ever going to know what the deal is, so you have nothing to be embarrassed about. It'll be our secret."

"Alright then," Mandy said happily. "Thank you for being understanding about it. It could have been awkward. I was afraid it would be."

Currently stopped at a red light, Roman looked over at her. He would have given her a kiss if they weren't wearing the masks. "Hopefully nothing is ever going to be awkward between us. Certainly something like that won't be."

"I'm glad," Mandy said seriously.

It didn't take them long to complete the journey to the Performance Center. Roman didn't like the fact that as he walked into the building he was thinking about how he might keep a suitable distance from his friends and colleagues. It just wasn't supposed to be like that.

The first people they bumped into on their way to the locker rooms were Alexa Bliss and Nikki Cross. Already dressed in her ring attire, Alexa giggled at the appearance of the new arrivals. "Hi, guys. You do know wearing one of those masks doesn't do anything if you haven't got the virus, right? They're for people who have it, to stop them spreading it to others."

"Oh," Roman said. It was news to him. Even if she was right, he considered not taking any chances to be the best approach.

"Best to wear one anyway. It can't do any harm," Mandy said.

"True," Alexa smiled. "I can see why you're worried, Roman. Your chemo will have effected your immune system, I guess?"

"Yeah. I'm going to have to be very careful for a while," he said. That's why I'll be talking to Vince after the show, he didn't add. It wasn't a conversation to look forward to.

A/N: Thank you to everyone who left a review on the previous chapter.

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