Chris gave Kenny a nod. "Go ahead. It must be important. Oh shit! Morrison got to the ROW didn't he?" Chris' heart began to pound in his chest. The others also had panic course through them.
Detective Sargent Ken Miller's voice filled the air. "Don't panic, Chris. The ROW is fine. Look, I'm so sorry to interrupt your day off, but I have a proposal for you. However, I need an answer quick smart. Will you hear me out first?"
"Of course, Sargent Miller. We know it must be important for you to call us now. We are all here, and we are all listening." Chris spoke firmly.
Ken spoke again. "Thank you, Chris, and all of you. Kenny told me about seeing Morrison this morning. He and I, along with Beth, think Morrison will attempt to contact Styles soon, maybe even tonight. I'm going to ask you something. We want Morrison completely relaxed, and confident that Styles will help him. The only way to do this is for Styles to agree to help Morrison and take him to Pampa for the next chase..." He halted when he heard Adam start to object.
Chris placed a hand on Adam's arm. "Hush, baby. Let Detective Miller finish. You know he won't let anything happen to us. We can discuss it when the Sargent finishes." He spoke softly. Chris understood Adam's fears, but he wanted to hear the Detective out.
Adam sighed. "You're right, babe. I'm sorry, Sargent Miller. I will be quiet now." Adam leaned back into Chris' embrace.
"It's alright, Adam, I do understand. Now, I have been on the phone with my brother in Guymon. We have both been on the phone with Gray County Sheriff Ron Simmons and his husband who is the Chief of the Pampa Police Department. We sent them both all the files we have on Morrison. They are very willing to fully cooperate with Kyle and I. Kyle and Officer Reynolds will be here on Thursday. We will follow you to Pampa. Of course, Kenny will be riding with you. The only way we feel we can catch Morrison is to get him in the act. Can you understand? We need you to decide now, before it gets dark, so we can talk to Styles. I'm sorry, but you have five minutes to decide." Sargent Miller laid it all out in the open, and laid it on the line.
Hunter was the first to speak. "I say we do it. Adam, we do understand how you feel, but getting Morrison behind bars is important. Until that happens, we will always be looking over our shoulders. Look, we are out here to help people. This is another way of doing just that. How long before Morrison picks his next victim? We have Kenny with us, plus Sargent Miller, both of them. We will also have the Pampa police and sheriffs. I say we do all we can to help put that man in jail." He spoke firmly, but with kindness. Hunter knew they would be safe.
Roman spoke next. "We agree with Hunter. I want that bastard behind bars for what he did to Seth and Chris. Hunter is also right, none of us can truly rest with Morrison on the loose. We can't let him do this to anyone else."
Adam looked at Shawn. "Shawn?" Of all of them, after his husband, he trusted the Pastor most of all, with Hunter a close second. Adam knew Shawn would know the right thing to do.
Shawn smiled at Adam. "I can honestly say, I can't add anything to Hunter's words. He is right. We have to help put Morrison in jail. Hopefully, he will get the help he needs there. Adam, it is the right thing to do." His tone was more parental and caring. Shawn did want Morrison to get help.
Adam looked at each of his six colleagues in the eye. Chris' blue eyes were last. He couldn't stand the thought of Chris in danger. Morrison had to be stopped. "Alright. I don't like it, but you're right. We won't be able to rest with him out there. I also trust Kenny to keep us safe. Okay, I vote yes." Adam nuzzled against Chris, and took comfort in his husband's scent.
Sargent Miller had heard everything that had been said. "Adam, thank you. Thank all of you. I will hurry and contact Styles. I'll let you know what happens. Again, I am sorry to have interrupted your leisure time. I won't bother you again tonight. Do your best to go back to your fun time. The river is beautiful in the moonlight. I do appreciate it, Kenny. We will talk in the morning." The phone clicked as the call ended.
Shawn looked at his teammates. "Before anyone says anything, my advice is to just forget it for now. We have this cozy fire and beautiful sunset. Plus, we don't want to ruin Roman's birthday. I'm starving. Adam, Seth, Dean, help me set up the food. We've got roast beef and smoked turkey for sandwiches. Come on, let's eat!" He stood with a clap of his hands.
Adam stood as well. "Shawn is right. Are we going to let Morrison steal more of our fun? Come on, Seth, Dean we can make Roman a sandwich the size of a birthday cake." His happy mood returned, he wasn't letting Morrison have one more minute of his time. At least until tomorrow.
Everyone picked up on Adam's good mood. They also knew, it was really a front. But, Adam was right, they needed to forget about it for a while.
Roman laughed when Seth and Dean gave him a sandwich that was big enough to feed a family of four… for a week! Roman shook his head.
"Boys, are you trying to make me fat? You gonna help me eat this?" Roman grinned at Seth and Dean as they sat on the blanket with him.
Both Shawn and Adam smiled at the college students. They were so adorable and the love the three young men shared glowed as warm as the fire in the ring.
Adam looked at his husband. "Chris, is your guitar in the Rover?" He loved it when Chris would play. It didn't happen as often as he wanted.
Chris chuckled. "Yes, it is. I thought about it and got it out of the ROW storage. But, maybe no one else wants to hear it. I'm not that good you know."
"Chris! We love to hear you play. Hey, we could have a sing al..." Shawn was halted when Hunter, not so gently, rammed his elbow into Shawn's ribs.
Shawn was annoyed, he started to protest when Adam laughed. "Hunter, don't be so mean. I know I can't sing. No need to take it out on Shawn." Adam had known exactly why Hunter had stopped Shawn from saying sing along.
Dean spoke up for his Obi Wan. "I bet Adam has a good singing voice." He took a last bite of the huge sandwich he and Seth had made for Roman.
"No, Dean. As much as I love Adam, and as wonderful as he is at video and photography, he can not sing. He is so bad, a wooden bucket would run away from him." Chris spoke up quickly. He was also very firm.
Adam pouted. "Don't be so mean to me. I know, I said I couldn't sing. Sorry, Dean, but he is right. Anyway, are there any Twinkies left? We can make Roman a small birthday cake." He got up to look in the snack box.
Hunter laughed. "No, sorry. Someone ate the last one on the way over here, didn't they, Shawn?" If Shawn had a vice, it was Twinkies and cookies.
Hunter looked over at Roman with a sly wink. Roman grinned, then stood. "I gotta go get something. Be right back." He dashed up the hill where their vehicles were parked.
When Roman returned, he had a small plastic grocery bag in one hand and a guitar case in the other. "Here, Chris. Thought I would save you the trip." He put the case down next to Chris, then went back to Seth and Dean.
Roman handed Seth the grocery bag. "This is for you, baby. I just hope you will share." He waited for Seth's reaction.
Seth opened the bag. "Oh, Ro! You are just wonderful." He jumped to his feet and flung himself into Roman's arms and kissed him soundly.
Dean took the moment to peek in the bag. He chuckled. In the bag were marshmallows, chocolate bars and a box of graham crackers. Roman knew, as did Dean, the way to Seth's heart was to give him S'mores.
Roman held Seth close. "Do you think I would let you near a campfire with out S'more makings? Come on, D. We need to find some marshmallow roasting sticks." He gave Dean a wink.
Kenny went with Roman and Dean. He knew where there was a perfect bush to make roasting sticks from. The police officer also had a flashlight to light the way.
In the meantime, the Helmsley's, the Jericho's and Seth, picked up and packed away the leftover food, which wasn't much. Shawn started to write down things they would need on the next shopping trip.
By the time the stick hunters returned, Shawn had banked the fire perfectly for roasting marshmallows. Everyone sat around the fire and enjoyed making S'mores. Seth also just enjoyed roasting plain marshmallows. Dean chuckled when Seth's close beard was sticky with melted marshmallow.
"Such a sloppy little boy." Dean teased as he nibbled on Seth's chin. Roman smiled softly at his beloved boys.
Chris washed his sticky fingers, then took out his guitar. He always played, 'Let it Be' by the Beatles first. It was his dear mother's favorite song. Chris had also made sure it was played at her funeral.
Adam sat cross-legged and watched with a soft smile. He knew what the song meant to Chris. Hunter lay with his head in Shawn's lap. Shawn gently carded his fingers through Hunter's long hair. They too knew the meaning of the song and also wore soft smiles.
Roman sat, his back against one of the logs. Seth's head rested on Roman's right shoulder, and Dean's on his left. Roman held both his boys with an arm around each waist. They too smiled as Chris played.
Kenny sat back from the group. He had his nightly text exchange with Kota. However, Kenny was still alert for any sound or movement. He was content and though he didn't know why Chris played, 'Let it Be', the police officer enjoyed it.
Despite Shawn's idea of a sing along, it didn't happen. Everyone was happy to listen to Chris play. Chris played 'Blackbird' also by the Beatles. It was Adam's favorite song by the Fab Four.
As the music continued, Roman spoke softly to Seth and Dean. "Thank you both for the wonderful birthday. I love the two of you so damn much." He sweetly kissed the tops of Seth and Dean's heads.
Seth snuggled tighter against Roman. "I'm sorry we didn't have a chance to buy you a birthday present. Maybe we will have time later." He did feel bad about it.
Roman kissed Seth's temple again. "Don't fret about it, baby. I don't want you and Dean to spend money on me. You and Dean were the best present I ever got. Besides, this time, I wanted to give gifts to the two of you. Sit up for a moment, please." Roman waited for his lovers to move. Roman then took something out of his pocket. He kept it hidden in his hand.
Roman moved so that he could face his boys. "As I said, you know how much I love both of you. Seth, you are my soft, sweet angel and Dean, you are my fire and devil. You both make me feel centered and balanced. I couldn't imagine going through life without the two of you beside me. I want to be with both of you, forever. Seth, Dean will you commit to me and to each other? I am asking you both to marry me..." Roman opened his hand. He held a closed box.
Roman opened the small box. It contained three, black wedding band style rings. One was wider, one was slightly narrower, and the third was the narrowest of all. He held the box out for Seth and Dean to look at. Both had moisture in their eyes, as did Roman, but no tears fell.
Seth looked at Roman. "You really want to marry us? But how?" He was in a state of shock.
Roman smiled. "Yes, I do. I want us to be together forever. Well, we can't legally marry, but Shawn said there is a formal commitment ceremony, where we can make vows to each other. Shawn said he would be more than happy to preside over the ceremony. It won't be a legal marriage, but it will be a marriage of our hearts and souls. So, will you, Seth Colby Rollins and Dean Jonathan Ambrose, marry me?" Roman looked at Seth and Dean with hope filled eyes.
Seth and Dean looked at each other. Both their faces broke out in blinding smiles. "Yes!" Seth and Dean spoke at the same time.
Roman did let a tear fall as he kissed both Seth and Dean. He shed a few more when he watched Seth and Dean kiss. It was a wonderful moment for the three newly engaged threesome.
Roman started to put the narrowest ring on Seth's left ring finger, but Dean stopped him.
"No. Let's wait for the ceremony. They will have more meaning then. You understand, don't you?" Dean looked from Roman to Seth. He wanted the ceremony to really mean something. Dean felt saving the rings would make it feel more like a real wedding.
Both Seth and Roman embraced their devil. Roman spoke. "Yes, I do. You're right, it would have more meaning to make vows with the rings. So, when? I am not one for long engagements."
Dean looked at Seth. "You decide, baby. Otherwise, I'd do it right this minute." He spoke with a soft laugh.
Seth thought for a moment. Then he smiled. "How about June fifteenth?"
Roman cocked his head at Seth. It was such a random date. "Okay, but why? It's so random." Sometimes Seth had some odd ideas.
Seth laughed. "So you and Dean won't forget our anniversary. See, I happen to know that Chris and Adam's anniversary is on the fourteenth of June. If ours is the next day..." He was interrupted when Adam let out a giggle. For the moment the trio had forgotten that they weren't alone. Seth flushed.
Dean chuckled. "Well, that's a very good reason, baby. I'll agree, June fifteenth is fine with me."
"Me too. Oh how I love you two." Roman again kissed his lovers.
Chris loudly began to play, 'Oh How We Danced on the Night We Were Wed', or as it was better known, 'The Anniversary Song.' Shawn, Hunter, Chris and Kenny sang. Adam made everyone happy and just mouthed the words, but he meant them with all his heart and soul.
Roman, Seth and Dean stood. Roman held onto his boys as they danced to the music. By the time the song ended, there wasn't a dry eye in the place.
"Congratulations!" The others chorused a the song ended. The newly engaged trio was embraced and passed around as they were celebrated. Even Kenny hugged the trio. He felt close to the college students, they reminded him of his dear brother.
Shawn leaned in to speak in a whisper to Hunter. "So that's where you went, a jewelry store? You are very sneaky, my dear." He smiled at Hunter.
Hunter winked at Shawn. "He asked me this morning at the Waffle House. He said he wanted to propose on his birthday because Dean and Seth were his greatest gifts. That man is besotted and happy. He said it was because you helped Dean so much. He feels that if you hadn't gotten Dean to open up, this never would have happened." He gave Shawn a passion filled kiss. Hunter was so proud of his husband.
Shawn tossed another log onto the fire as the others still congratulated the threesome. "I'm glad I was able to help. Dean still has deep issues, but, he is learning to deal with things. I do know he wanted this." He stopped talking as the group returned to the warmth and glow of the fire.
When everyone was seated, Dean spoke up. "You know, being out here, around the fire, demands just one thing. Ghost stories!" He had a very mischievous gleam in his eye. Dean knew some great stories.
"No!" Adam nearly screamed in protest. Adam continued. "The next person that suggests that will live to regret it. We do not tell those kind of stories; ever!" Adam never meant anything like he did now.
Chris wrapped his arms around his husband. "See, my poor baby had a very bad experience during a summer camping trip he went on as a boy." Chris didn't elaborate, but he did know Adam's fear of ghost stories was very real, as was Adam's fear of clowns.
Dean looked at Adam. He could see real fear in Adam's eyes. "Sorry, Obi Wan. I didn't know. I just thought the atmosphere called for it. How about a game of I went shopping?"
Shawn looked confused. "I don't think I know that game. You'd better explain it."
It was Seth that responded. "It's easy., but gets harder on each round. The first person says, I went shopping and bought … then you name something that starts with the letter A. The next person has to say, I went shopping and bought… they have to say the A item, then and item that starts with B, and so on. You go on and on. When you make a mistake, you're out and that goes on until one person is left. It does help to remember it's all alphabetical. I will warn you though, the last time we played, Dean got through the alphabet four times for the win. The hardest part is naming an item for letters like Q, X and Z. Oh and if you can't think of an item, you're out. Want to try? It sounds childish, but it is fun."
Shawn had put a last pot of coffee on to "cook" while Seth had explained the game. "I am willing to try. It does sound like fun." He settled back down next to Hunter.
Everyone was happy to play the game and Kenny felt like he was truly part of the group. He would miss them when his job ended.
Back in Dodge City, AJ Styles tired to relax. He'd had a talk with Sargent Miller about the plan for his former lover. He had agreed to help in any way he could, and it wasn't just to save his own skin. AJ had been horrified to learn that Morrison was the main suspect in the murder of a Deputy Sheriff in California. AJ might have done some illegal things in helping John, but he had respect for law enforcement officers. There had been a couple of uncles and distant cousins who were in law enforcement.
The hardest part would not be allowing himself to fall under Morrison's charms again, while pretending he was. AJ also knew that if Morrison suspected anything, it could be life threatening. AJ had to do whatever it took to get Morrison to Pampa, Texas. Even if it meant having sex. Something AJ couldn't get enough of at one time, and something he had no desire for now.
AJ had done a lot of thinking since his arrest and time in a cell. He knew he had to make some changes in his life, both personal and professional. He knew he was one of the best storm chasers out there. AJ also knew he went about it the wrong way.
He had gone back to read comments people had left on Jericho's social media and live stream videos. Most of the comments were about how professional and educational the Jericho team were. However, a few said how ego-maniacal Styles was, and all that came out of his mouth was how good he was. They also said Styles did nothing to warn people, nor did he tell them anything about the storms. A couple of comments even went so far as to say they hoped a tornado sucked AJ up and made him vanish forever. That had really gotten to AJ Styles.
AJ knew he was good at his job, but, maybe he could be even better. He could spend more time warning people and telling them how the storms moved. He had the vehicle to get closer that Jericho's team.
AJ also realized something else. If he didn't get control of his ego, it could get him killed. Styles need to gain more respect for the storms he chased. Maybe instead of trying to beat Jericho, he could learn something from them. AJ's thoughts were interrupted when his cell phone rang.
AJ answered. He swallowed hard when he heard the voice on the other end. "AJ… it's me, your little pet. I… I'm sorry… oh AJ… I need… help. Will you… talk to me… please…?" JoMo's voice was filled with emotion. AJ could hear the tears.
AJ had to start his act. He took a deep breath and spoke. "Oh my precious pet. I've been so worried about you. I don't care what happened. Of course I will talk to you. Oh pet, I am so worried for you. What can I do? Can I come pick you up? You will be safe with me, I promise." He hoped he sounded normal and convincing.
On the other end of the line, JoMo gave a deep sniff. "I'm so afraid the cops will get me. AJ, they won't understand that it was a prank. That idiot sold me two real guns. The cops won't believe I could be so stupid twice, even though I was. The cops are probably watching you, to get to me. I don't want them to find me… I just want to get away from this place. I am scared, AJ." More emotion and sobs radiated from Morrison's voice.
AJ knew he had to convince JoMo that he would be safe. Could he actually do it? "Pet, I promise, you will be safe. The cops aren't the least bit interested in me. They are too busy protecting fuckin' Jericho and his blond bitch. I promise, I can get you out of Dodge City. We could go to the next chase in Texas. It's a very small town, nobody will even notice us among all the other chase teams. Pet, please, I will help you. I've been so miserable without you next to me. Sweetheart, I swear you will be safe." AJ knew if this didn't work, all hope of getting Morrison behind bars was gone. That could not happen.
JoMo sniffed again. "I believe you, lover. Can you come pick me up? Come to the Waffle House. I'll find you. AJ, promise me, any sign of cops and I will run again… but, I've got to get out of Dodge City." Morrison made it sound like he was on his knees and begged.
AJ felt a weight drop from his shoulders. "I'll be there in ten minutes. Don't worry, as I said, the cops are done with me. We'll go to Texas in two days. I will keep you safe and take care of you. I will see you shortly. I can't wait to have you in my arms again, my sweet, precious pet." He made sure his own voice was filled with emotion.
JoMo sniffed again. "Alright, lover. Come get me. Just watch for cops. They might try to use you to get to me; without you knowing. I'll be at the restaurant. I can't wait to be safe in your arms. Hurry baby, please hurry." JoMo quickly ended the call.
AJ looked at the top button on his shirt. It wasn't an ordinary button. It was the "wire" he wore for Sargent Miller. "Guess you heard all that. I know you can't answer me. I'm off to pick the little shit up. I will bring him back here. You can count on me. I swear it." AJ spoke with a deep conviction in his voice.
Detective Sargent Miller smiled at Beth Phillips as they listened from the hotel room that served as their office. "Styles is doing a great job. I just hope he can keep it up once he lays eyes on Morrison again." Ken spoke as he made some notes for when he called his brother later.
Beth took a sip of coffee. They wore disguises that were nothing like the ones they wore as the newlyweds before. Now Beth had short, auburn hair with deep green eyes. Sargent Miller was bald, and had a full mustache. His normally brown eyes were now a clear blue. Colored contact lenses had been a boon to the art of wearing a disguise.
"I think he will, Sarge. When he heard about that Deputy in California, Styles changed. I think he wants Morrison behind bars as much as we do." Beth finished with another sip of her coffee.
AJ Styles pulled his red shoe car into the parking lot of the Waffle House. Just as he opened his door to get out, the passenger door opened. A dirty truck driver slid into the passenger seat. AJ was startled to say the least.
"Get the fuck outta my car. This isn't a taxi you know." AJ growled out his words and glared at the man in the passenger seat.
"Calm down, lover. It's me, your little pet. Now, let's get out of here, please." JoMo turned to look at AJ. He made sure that the tears rained from his eyes.
AJ couldn't help but let out a little chuckle of relief. "Pet! I didn't even come close to recognizing you. Are you alright? Do you want to get some food to go?" He reached over and caressed JoMo's bearded cheek.
JoMo smiled through the tears and leaned into the touch. He had missed AJ, a little at least. "No. I want to get to your hotel and get out of these rags. You sure the cops aren't watching you?"
AJ started the car and began to drive. "I'm sure. They told me I was free and clear. Told me I was free to leave town any time. They are more interested in fuckin' Jericho. So as long as we keep away from them, cops aren't a problem. My pet, you will be safe with me." He took JoMo's hand in his and kissed the back of it. It was like nothing had happened to separate them.
Morrison relaxed in his seat. So far so good. Nothing seemed out of place. AJ seemed honestly glad to see him, and was willing to help. Once he had AJ between the sheets, everything would be fine. Morrison decided he would get to Texas, where the cops weren't looking for him. Once there, he could catch a flight to L.A. There he could truly vanish from sight. A lot of people owed him, and he was ready to collect those debts.
When AJ pulled into the hotel parking lot and parked, JoMo looked around. He didn't see anyone, let alone any sign of cops. It made him relax a bit more.
JoMo grabbed his faithful bag from between his feet. He grinned internally when Styles opened the passenger door for him. John gratefully slid out of the car. His eyes did another quick scan of the grounds. He let AJ carry his bag and followed the man to his room.
Once in the hotel room, JoMo pounced on Styles. He wasted no time in using his body to get what he wanted. AJ took JoMo into his arms. He felt nothing as their lips pressed together. Still, AJ didn't let that stop him, he was going to keep up the act, no matter what.
In the police hotel room, Ken Miller rolled his eyes as the sound of sex played into the earpiece he wore. "The things we have to do sometimes. I must say, Morrison must be very talented in the sex department. Even I might have trouble resisting. Let's just hope Styles won't fall for it again."
Beth held out her hand. "Give it to me, Sarge. I don't mind." She took the earpiece from Ken and placed it in her ear. She understood what her boss meant. "Well, we will know soon. At least they can't make a move without us knowing about it. Is everything set in Pampa?" She spoke softly but all she heard in the earpiece was wild sex on Morrison's part.
"Just about. We will make the final plans where Kyle and Carrie get here tomorrow. Not sure when they are arriving, but they will go to the station. We'll decide what to do then." Ken still made notes for his brother, and the law enforcement officials in Pampa, Texas. It was no small operation.
As Morrison and Styles reunited, the Jericho storm chase team began to pack up for the evening. Kenny and Hunter made sure the fire was out by dousing it with river water and wet sand. Kenny and Kota had left a bucket by the wood pile just for that purpose. The others folded blankets and packed up coolers and boxes. Chris had turned the Rover's headlights on so they could see what they were doing.
For the trip back to their hotel, Kenny rode with Shawn and Hunter. The college students rode in the Rover with the Jericho's.
Seth spoke. "Chris, would you be willing to play the guitar at our ceremony?" He felt it would be a nice way to make the ceremony even more special.
"Seth, it would be my honor. Just let me know what song you want. I will try to get in some practice time. Thank you for asking." Chris spoke with a smile. He gave Seth a glance in the rear view mirror, the boy was the happiest Chris had ever seen.
Seth had given Dean an idea. "As long as we're talking about it, Adam would you mind making a video? Would you also take pictures of the ceremony? Please?" Dean wanted to make sure the had the moment on video, so they could watch it every year on their anniversary. It would be a romantic thing to do.
Adam turned a bit in the passenger seat to look at Dean. He too smiled at the trio. "I'll edit a great memory for you. Chris and I always watch our wedding on our anniversary. Randy filmed it for us… he did a great job. We got married with a storm nearly overhead..." Adam got a dreamy look in his eye at the memory.
"Yeah, and the funnel cloud went right over the top of the car just as Adam ca..." Chris was halted when Adam slapped his hand over his husband's mouth.
"Christopher Keith, there are things that don't need to be aired in public! Sometimes I think I need to clean out your mouth filter." Adam rolled his eyes in an exasperated tone of voice.
Roman, Seth and Dean visibly shook, but they kept their laughter inside. Sometimes, Adam was just too precious for words.
Chris did laugh out loud. "Sorry, Kitten. You know me, sometimes when I open my mouth, I don't think. I would never say anything to hurt you intentionally." He held Adam's hand and kissed the back of it.
Adam returned the kiss as he leaned over and planted one on Chris' cheek. "I know, my Lion. If we are lucky enough to know where we will be, we might be able to plan something. It was easy for us. We both wanted to have an outdoor wedding. Shawn made it nice with a lot of help from John Cena-Orton."
Roman was the one to respond. "It won't matter where. it's the ceremony that counts. I will go along with what ever these two want." He first kissed Seth, then Dean as they leaned against Roman.
Adam chuckled. "Ask Chris and Hunter for advice, Roman. But, I will say this, it will be much better and easier for you if you learn two, very simple words; yes dear." He once again turned in his seat. He gave a wink to the newly engaged trio.
"Adam is right, Roman. Those two words can save you a lot of grief and arguments. Although, I do have to say, Adam let me have my dream wedding. Not many would agree to a wedding with a tornado headed their way. I will love him forever for that. It was the most wonderful day of my life. The man of my dreams, and my dream wedding. It will be the best day of your lives too. I am truly happy for you three." Chris spoke with love and his smile was soft.
Seth sighed softly. "I can't wait, I just can't wait. Don't worry, Ro. Dean and will not shut you out of the plans. We all will agree on every thing. It's our day." He leaned up and kissed both Roman and Dean.
Dean softly chuckled. "I'll agree to almost anything. But, I will not wear flowers in my hair or carry a bouquet. I am not the flower type." He knew Seth. While Seth was all man, Dean knew their youngest tended to be more effeminate when decorating for parties and formal occasions. There was absolutely nothing wrong with that, but it simply wasn't Dean's style.
It was Seth's turn to chuckle. "Don't worry, Dean. I am not a bride so will I turn into a bridezilla. I won't turn into a groomzilla either. Like I said, we will all decide on what we want."
Roman grinned as Seth and Dean continued to talk. He wasn't sure how it was going to turn out, but he couldn't wait to find out. All Roman knew for sure was that being "married" to two totally opposite people would never be dull and boring.
Roman Reigns knew he'd made the best decision of his life, and on his birthday. He couldn't wait for the adventure to begin.