Summary:
After a bunch of drama here and there, Becky and Charlotte create another chapter in their personal lives
Notes:
Hopefully, there aren't things here that seemed rushed, because I tried to get this chapter out as fast as I could.
Anyway, Leaving Reviews would be greatly appreciated.
"Well . . . what a show, huh?" Becky asked.
"Yeah, I guess . . . I guess this year's WrestleMania will be nice." Charlotte then responded.
" . . . Will it though?" Becky then asked, the women chuckling a bit.
"We'll just wait and see." Said Charlotte.
"Whatever." Said Becky. "Thanks for wasting three hours of my life."
Charlotte couldn't help but snicker at Becky's sarcastic remark.
"It's what I do best." Said Charlotte.
"Anyway, I'm off to bed." Said Becky, before she got up from the couch and pecked Charlotte on the cheek. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight," Charlotte responded, before Becky walked up the stairs to her bedroom, while Charlotte turned off the TV and crashed downed onto the couch.
With Charlotte drifting off to sleep, Becky entered her bedroom, where Seth was in bed, looking down at his phone, before looking up to see his fiancé enter inside.
"Hey, how was the show?" Seth asked.
" . . . It was . . . fine, I guess." Said Becky, closing the door behind her. "Roux asleep?"
"Yeah, took a bit, but we got there." Said Seth. "How's Charlotte?"
"She's good." Said Becky. "I think she's fallen asleep."
"Good." Said Seth, before tossing his phone at Becky. "'Cause I need to ask you something . . ."
Becky felt confused at hearing Seth's tone changed as if he had a problem with something. Becky raised an eyebrow, as she looked down at Seth's phone, picking it up with her hands to get a closer look at Charlotte's tweet. Becky heard Seth get up from bed and onto the floor, as Becky read out every single word from that tweet. "I know everyone has been wondering where I have been. I tested positive for COVID and have been home resting. Thank you everyone for your love." Becky then looked up at Seth's face, who looked more upset than before.
"Did she tell you?" Seth asked.
" . . . yeah . . . " Said Becky. "Just tonight-"
"No, no, no, I don't believe that for a second, Becky." Said Seth. "Did you know?"
Becky stood silent, as she dropped his phone down onto the bed.
"Did . . . you . . . know-"
"Yes, I did!" Becky shouted.
"When!" Seth then asked.
" . . . Right after you went upstairs." Said Becky, resulting in Seth rolling his eyes, and putting his hands on the back of his head.
"When did she know she had it?" Seth then asked.
"Right after Fastlane," Becky responded.
" . . . so . . . now we have someone with COVID in our household?" Asked Seth. "We have someone who could potentially put our family in danger-"
"She's not dangerous, Seth." Said Becky. "Look, shit isn't going so well for her, and I'm trying to take care of her-"
"Oh, so now we're babysitting Charlotte?" Seth asked.
"We?" Asked Becky. "I'm the one that is actually caring for her now-"
"In, my, house!" Said Seth. "A house, that I paid for, for you, me, and Roux to live a happy life, but now we have that sicko-"
"Don't you dare call her that!" Said Becky, getting in her fiancé's face.
"Great . . . now you're doing that again." Said Seth.
"Doing what exactly?" Asked Becky.
"Not, thinking, things, through." Said Seth. "You put your feelings over any sort of ounce of thought, without any common sense whatsoever, that you don't realize that you put yourself in danger until it happens-"
"Oh, bullshit." Said Becky.
Unbeknownst to both of them, Charlotte was on the stairs, listening in.
"Are you serious now?" Asked Seth. "You were the RAW Women's Champion, you were supposed to be the face of that division, but instead, instead of doing your job, you wanted to be a mother, you wanted to have children-"
"Oh, me being a mother is suddenly a problem to you?" Asked Becky.
"At the time, yes." Said Seth. "I had to take time off, and you're still taking time off . . . I have to work week in and week out to pay for all of this. Water, Electricity, all of it, for us . . . for us, to live a happy, healthy life, but now, you brought Charlotte here, who has COVID, and now, knowing, that she has it . . . as far as I'm concerned, you still, insist, on having her here."
"Where else can she go?" Asked Becky.
"Oh, I don't know, she's just like her dad, she'll find somewhere to go." Said Seth.
" . . . You know that it angers her when people compare her to her father." Said Becky.
"Aw, does it?" Asked Seth. "I mean, it seems like you're the only woman in that locker room that doesn't hate her guts-"
"That's not true-"
"I mean, seriously, title shot, after title shot, I know the pain of sitting in that locker room doing nothing, while seeing someone else take your spotlight." Said Seth. "I don't know, you got belts in your closet, maybe hand her some of yours, just like how Vince hands her opportunities-"
"Oh, you got jokes now?" Asked Becky.
"I'm just spitting facts." Said Seth. "Listen, Charlotte's got to go-"
"No, she doesn't!" Becky then asked. "I love her, and I care for her-"
"Oh, more than me, huh? More than Roux?" Asked Seth.
"You know what I meant-"
"Do I though-"
"Enough!" Shouted Becky. "I'm going to bed."
"I'm not done talking to you-"
"Well, I am-"
"I'm not-"
"Fine, then I'll sleep downstairs." Said Becky, turning around to open the door.
"You're being ridiculous." Said Seth.
"Whatever-" Becky then stopped talking as she opened the door, turning her head to see that Charlotte was on the other side, putting her mask over her nose and mouth. "Charlotte . . . I . . . listen-"
"You . . . don't need to say anything." Said Charlotte. "I heard you guys talking about me."
" . . . How much?" Asked Becky.
" . . . Basically, all of it?" Charlotte then responded.
" . . . Char, I-"
"I . . . better go." Said Charlotte.
" . . . What?" Asked Becky, as Charlotte proceeded to walk downstairs. "Charlotte, wait-"
"Becky, stop." Said Charlotte, walking the final step down to the living room she was in earlier.
"Charlotte, where are you going to go?" Asked Becky.
"I don't know, a motel or something?" Charlotte responded.
"You're not living in that when you have here-"
"You heard Seth, I . . . I'll put you in danger, I'll . . . hurt you, your family-"
"You, can't hurt me." Said Becky, her voice starting to break. " . . . You can never hurt me . . ."
" . . . Becks, I-"
"Stay . . . please stay . . . with me." Said Becky, moving both of her hands to grab one of Charlotte's hands.
" . . . I got to go . . ." Said Charlotte.
"No, no, Char-" Becky stopped talking, as Charlotte moved Becky's hands away from hers.
Becky then turned away, one hand keeping her other hand up to her mouth, as tears flowed down her cheeks. Charlotte stared at Becky's back as if she were to memorize each little and significant detail that made up Becky's body before she then stepped towards the front door. Charlotte then opened said door, and eventually, she walked out. Becky heard the door open and close shut only made her cry even more, and Seth walking down the stairs to see her feel this way didn't help her feel any better than before. Charlotte got into her car that she parked along the sidewalk, and turned her car on, looking at Becky's house for a bit, before resting her head down on her steering wheel for a little bit. Once she raised her head and turned the ignition on, she then heard footsteps coming toward her. She turned her head to her left to see Becky herself, putting on a leather jacket and fixing her hair a little bit, as she walked closer and closer to Charlotte's car. Charlotte looked on, as Becky walked around and opened the front passenger side door.
"Becky, what are you-"
"I'm coming with you." Said Becky. "I'm not leaving your side."
"What about-" Charlotte said, as she looked back at the house.
"I don't . . . just go." Said Becky, as she looked out the window.
Charlotte saw Seth out on the front porch before she proceeded to drive off.
A few minutes into Charlotte's silent drive and Charlotte decided to turn her head to look at Becky.
"You okay, Becks?" Charlotte asked as Becky turned her head to look at her.
" . . . I'll be fine . . ." Said Becky.
" . . . Can I ask why?" Charlotte then asked.
"Why, what?"
" . . . Why did you want to be here with me?"
" . . . Because you're my best friend, and I . . . I care about you, Char." Becky then responded.
"What about Seth, and Roux?" Asked Charlotte.
"Seth . . . can take care of that himself . . . after all, he's the one raking in all the money." Becky sarcastically remarked.
"Becky, don't take that too personal-"
"I'm not . . . well, now I'm not." Said Becky. "Doesn't matter now . . . what matters is that you're okay."
"I will be . . . with you here with me." Said Charlotte, getting a smile from Becky, before giving one in return.
"So, you know where you're going?" Asked Becky.
"Not exactly, to be honest." Said Charlotte. "I was just trying to get away from the house."
"Hmph, well there's a motel not that far from here." Said Becky. "We could chill there for a couple of nights and see how that goes."
"Cool." Said Charlotte. "As far as I'm concerned, we've seen the last of Seth."
"I wouldn't be so sure about that." Said Becky. "Seth will find where I am, and who knows? Andrade could be reaching out for you over and over."
"I've had enough with . . . guys at this point." Said Charlotte.
"That makes two of us." Said Becky. "You tired by any chance?"
"Not particularly, why?" Asked Charlotte.
"Maybe there's a late horror movie on that will let me drift off to sleep, I don't know." Said Becky, making Charlotte chuckle a bit.
" . . . You've what Zach Snyder's Justice League yet?" Asked Charlotte.
"I doubt a motel has HBO Max." Said Becky.
"I keep my laptop in my car." Said Charlotte. "It's not much, but it's something."
" . . . Alright . . . works for me." Said Becky.
Charlotte waited outside a motel, waiting for about a couple of minutes until Becky came back.
"I got us a room." Said Becky.
"Cool." Said Charlotte. "Thanks."
"Sure, now come on, get out." Said Becky, which Charlotte smiled as she did so.
The two emptied most of Charlotte's car, carrying her laptop bag and a bunch of snacks and old clothes, as they walked towards the motel, not before Charlotte dropped her things that she was carrying to lock her car and then picking her stuff back up.
"It's Room 10, on the second floor." Said Becky.
"Alright, let's go." Said Charlotte, as the two walked towards the motel, walking up the steps and towards the room.
"It doesn't look like the greatest place to stay, but at least it's better than a car." Said Charlotte.
"Yeah, I guess, but hey, it has cable and a shower." Said Becky, as the two arrived at their room.
"Nice." Said Charlotte, as Becky was turning the room key into the lock to open their room, allowing Charlotte to walk in first, as she followed behind.
As Becky closed the door behind her, the two looked around the place, seeing two beds with a bedside table covering part of the space between the two mattresses, lamps mounted against the wall over each bed, a desk that stood on the other side of the room, which had a coffee maker sitting on top of it and also a TV hanging over it, a drawer next to said table, and as well as a sliding door that lead to a balcony. Oh, and not to mention the bathroom, with a sink and toilet, and also a shower. It wasn't pretty, but it was good enough.
"Nice place." Said Charlotte, as the two women dropped their things. "Not the greatest, but it's something."
"Yeah, agreed." Said Becky. "Though this place doesn't have Wi-Fi."
"Oh whatever, I'll use hot spot, and I can use data." Said Charlotte. "Now come on, get comfy."
" 'Kay." Said Becky.
As Charlotte was getting her laptop out of her bag, Becky took her shoes off, placing them beside the bed, before she took off her leather jacket, followed by her black tank top and grey shorts, her half-naked body glistening in the light made it difficult for Charlotte to not take a quick peek, as Becky laid on the bed, but eventually, she got out her laptop, walking over to the bed and plugging her charger in one of the outlets they had in their room, before dropping her laptop onto the bed.
"Did not think you would strip into your lingerie." Said Charlotte, seeing Becky in a black bra and matching panties, before Becky covered the lower part of her body with the sheets.
"You did say to get comfy." Said Becky.
"Guess you got a good point." Said Charlotte.
Becky looked on, as it was Charlotte's turn to strip down, taking off her shoes, before taking off her jacket, followed by a white tank top, and a black skirt, revealing an orange set of lingerie.
" . . . You look great." Said Becky, which made Charlotte smile a little bit,
"You too." Said Charlotte, as she climbed into the same bed.
Charlotte got her phone set up, along with her laptop, getting her HBO all set up, until the two could lay back on their bed and watch the movie . . . for about two hours, until Charlotte felt Becky's head against her shoulder, seeing that her eyes were closed, which made Charlotte call it a night as well.
Becky woke up the next morning, stretching her arms up to feel nothing but air, before sitting up straight. She rubbed her eyes before opening them, the sun shining through the glass of their sliding door. She tossed the bedsheets up and off of her body, before getting off of the bed, now realizing that she was the only one in the room at the moment, not see Charlotte anywhere. Panicking a little, Becky went for her phone, which she kept in her jacket that she tossed on the floor. Once she got it, she swiped past the numerous texts from Seth, before calling her friend, hearing it ring a couple of times.
"Hello?" Charlotte asked.
"Hey, you didn't get me up." Said Becky. "I was worried for a bit."
"You looked adorable when you were sleeping, I wasn't going to ruin that." Said Charlotte.
"Oh, stop." Said Becky, getting a slight chuckle out of the Queen. "Mmm, what time is it?"
"Around nine in the morning." Said Charlotte. "So anyway, what are we doing today?"
"I WAS in the middle of sleeping." Said Becky.
"Sure, you were." Said Charlotte. "And once I get back, we're going breakfast, and then maybe go shopping."
"Where are you right now?" Becky asked.
"On my way back to my . . . Andrade's place." Said Charlotte.
"I thought you two were done." Said Becky.
"Yeah, but I figured I would pack some things if we're going to be living one another," Charlotte answered back.
"Yeah . . . hey, Charlotte, don't you think we're taking things a little too far?" Asked Becky.
"No, why, are you sick of me?" Charlotte asked.
"No, absolutely not." Said Becky. "It's just . . . I woke up to see text after text from Seth."
"Did you read any of them?" Asked Charlotte.
"No, it's probably just him berating me and shit." Said Becky.
"You two must be one happy couple." Said Charlotte.
"WERE . . . a happy couple." Said Becky. "Anyway, get back here so we can hang out."
"I will now go back to sleep, or whatever." Said Charlotte.
"See ya."
"Bye," Charlotte said before she hung up.
After about an hour, Becky heard the door open, and after about a few seconds, Charlotte appeared in Becky's eyes, with two luggage bags in her hands.
"Hey, you're back." Said Becky, as she got up from the bed.
"Yes, I am." Said Charlotte. "And I brought most of my shit: clothes, toothbrushes, most of my things."
"Cool." Said Becky. "Because I'm not going out wearing nothing but this.
Charlotte looked at Becky, who was still in her lingerie.
"I wouldn't mind." Said Charlotte, as she shrugged her shoulders.
"Of course, you wouldn't." Said Becky. "Now come, I got to clean myself up."
"Alright, alright." Said Charlotte, as she stepped away from her things. "So, what have you been up to?"
"Not much, just watching TV and looking through WWE News on my phone." Said Becky, as she fumbled through one of Charlotte's luggage. "I wanted to go on your laptop, but I didn't know your password."
"Oh, you could've just texted me, I would've told you." Said Charlotte, as she moved to sit down on the bed.
"Nah, I didn't want to be a bother." Said Becky, as she pulled out a pair of jeans and a blue shirt, along with a toothbrush and toothpaste. "So how was going back to Andrade's?"
"It was . . . fine, I guess." Said Charlotte, as Becky entered the bathroom.
"You two talked at all?" Becky called out, as she turned the sink on.
"He did most of the talking." Said Charlotte. "Just mainly him begging for another chance at me, and me saying 'no' over and over again."
"Oh, sorry things didn't go so well." Said Becky, as she started brushing her teeth.
"It's fine, honestly, I'm okay being alone . . . relationship-wise." Said Charlotte.
"Why's that?" Asked Becky.
"I don't know, I just get to be . . . freer, you know?" Said Charlotte. "No one to answer to, no one to argue, it feels great."
"Hmph, well I'm glad you're feeling better." Said Becky, before spitting out into the sink.
After a little bit, Becky came out of the bathroom, wearing a pair of blue jeans and a baby blue top to cover her body.
"Alright, so where are we going?" Asked Becky.
"I passed by a diner along the way here, and after that, we could go out shopping?" Charlotte suggested.
"I'm fine with the eating, but nothing else with you." Said Becky.
"What, you don't wanna hang with me?" Charlotte asked.
"Charlotte, you still have COVID, you get seen outside, you're gonna get crucified." Said Becky. "Didn't Kacy Catanzaro delete her Twitter over backlash?"
"Kacy who?" Charlotte then asked.
" . . . Exactly." Said Becky.
"Alright, fine, so what do we do?" Asked Charlotte.
"Well, I should some of my stuff here," Becky suggested.
"You're not just gonna take my car, are you?" Charlotte then asked.
"No . . . I'd figure you would wait in the car." Said Becky.
" . . . Alright, works for me." Said Charlotte.
"But I'm driving." Said Becky, grabbing Charlotte's keys before running out the door.
"Oh, no you're not." Said Charlotte, as she chased Becky along the way.
After a bit, Becky was driving Charlotte's car, with the Queen herself sitting in Shotgun.
"So . . . you and Andrade are . . . "
"Friends . . . or at least I hope." Said Charlotte. "Maybe someday . . . "
"In terms of engagement, you two are-"
"Over, finished, for good." Said Charlotte.
"You think he'll be okay with it someday?" Becky then asked.
"Um . . . well he hates me now, but . . . give it a couple of weeks, and maybe things will be okay." Said Charlotte.
"We'll see, I guess." Said Becky.
"Yeah . . . I guess . . . so how are you going to deal with Seth?" Asked Charlotte.
"I don't know . . . we'll just see." Said Becky.
"Listen . . . I'm happy that you want to be with me, but . . . are you sure leaving Seth just like that will make things any better?" Asked Charlotte.
"I don't know . . . it's just . . . I love Seth, but he makes me angry sometimes, that I . . . do things I'll probably regret." Said Becky. " . . . but this isn't one of those times."
"What about Roux?" Charlotte then asked. "You think she'd be okay seeing her parents living in different places?"
"We'll work things out . . . like every divorced parent." Said Becky.
"Yeah, because that works every time." Said Charlotte, as the two chuckled.
Eventually, the two arrived back at Seth's place, and once that was the case, Becky parked the car right against the sidewalk, before turning the ignition off, and pulling out the key.
"Alright." Said Becky, before taking a deep breath.
"You sure you're okay, you seem nervous?" Charlotte then asked.
"No, I'm not, I'm just . . . " Said Becky. "Look, if I take way more time than I probably should, go inside and get me out of there, okay?"
"Becky, you'll be fine." Said Charlotte. "I'll wait out here as long as I need to."
"Okay." Said Becky, before bringing Charlotte in for a hug, feeling her arms wrapping around her back as she did the same. "Thanks."
"Sure." Said Charlotte. "Now go on and get your stuff."
Becky smiled, getting one back in return from the Queen herself, before she got out of her seatbelt, and got out of the car, leaving the keys in with Charlotte. Becky then looked at the house, before she took steps forward closer to the building. Becky walked up the driveway, almost reaching the garage, before turning left to walk on the walkway that led up to her porch, walking up the one wooden step that they had before she stopped at the front door. Once she got there, Becky took another deep breath, before ringing the doorbell. Becky waited for a bit, before seeing a silhouette coming closer to the door, watching it open away from her, before seeing Seth inside the house.
" . . . What do you want, Becky?" Asked Seth.
" . . . I'm getting my stuff." Said Becky, before walking in. "And I'm not staying."
"Please, come on in." Seth sarcastically said as he shut the door. "You're being ridiculous, Becky-"
"Heard you the first time." Said Becky, as she walked upstairs.
"I mean, seriously, leaving me and your child to live with Charlotte?" Asked Seth, as he followed her. "What does she have that I don't?"
"None of your business, Seth." Said Becky, as she walked into her bedroom. "Where's my luggage?"
"Downstairs in the basement." Said Seth, which caused Becky to turn her head, and look at him with disgust.
"You moved my bag down to the basement?" Asked Becky, before walking out of her room, budging her shoulder against his, as she walked downstairs.
"I'd figured we're not traveling anywhere, so I kept it down there." Said Seth, continuing to follow her.
"You're unbelievable, you know that?" Asked Becky. "Touching my shit without even telling me?"
"Like you're any better-"
"Don't you turn this on me." Said Becky, turning around and stopping in her tracks to point at her, before going back downstairs. "And don't follow me."
Seth stayed still, as Becky walked down the steps toward her basement, turning on the light along the way. Once she got down to the last step, she looked around, finally finding her luggage at the corner of the floor, before walking forward to grab it. As she walked, she looked around the place, finding a various amount of her clothing scattered all over the place, which made Becky feel like Seth was just pissing her off in the first place. But eventually, she grabbed her things and walked up the stairs to see Seth resting against the cushions of his couch.
"Two t-shirts, a bra, and a pair of jeans were scattered all over the basement . . . " Said Becky, as she dropped her things. ". . . Why?"
"You weren't wearing them anymore, and I didn't know a place to put them-"
"How much more of my shit do you have around the place?" Becky then asked.
"Nothing, I swear." Said Seth.
"Then you wouldn't mind if I kept looking?" Asked Becky.
"Go right ahead." Said Seth, Becky rolling her eyes, as she walked upstairs, before hearing Seth follow her. "I said not to follow me."
"Charlotte is not going to love you as I have, or Roux has." Said Seth.
"Oh, like you're so sure of what Charlotte's like." Said Becky, as she decided to walk into Roux's room. "And why are my boots in here?"
"Roux loves playing with your boots." Said Seth.
"Really? Because I can't remember the time seeing her play with them." Said Becky. "My God, I can't stand you sometimes."
"Okay, here we go." Said Seth, as he closed the door behind him. "Why is now that you hate me so much?"
"I don't even know where to begin, Seth." Said Becky. "You know what, I'll just keep my shit here, and I'll just go, it's fine."
"It's not fine." Said Seth.
"What are you talking about?" Asked Becky.
"You can't just come in here and say I'm moving out just like that." Said Seth.
"Actually, I can, and that's why I'm here in the first place." Said Becky.
"Becky, please, listen to what you're saying for once." Said Seth.
" . . . What do you want from me?" Asked Becky.
" . . . I want you to stay." Said Seth, hesitating first, before he put his hands on Becky's hips. "I want you to stay with me and Roux . . . I don't want our daughter to be living like this, and I know you don't want that either . . . "
Becky sighed, before looking up at him, right into his eyes.
"Just spend one more night with me . . . please?" Asked Seth.
Becky sighed once more, looking at his eyes.
About a half an hour later, Charlotte still sat in her car, her feet up onto the dashboard, as she waited patiently for Becky to come out, though she did flash some signs of being impatient, like looking back at the front door of Becky and Seth's house, as well as thinking whether to text her or not. After looking at their place one more time, this time she saw the front door open, seeing Becky come out of the front door and onto her porch, holding the handle of her luggage in her hands, as she walked towards the car, looking down along the way until she reached the vehicle.
"Hey, how are you feeling?" Asked Charlotte, as Becky opened one of the back doors to her car.
"I'm good now." Said Becky. "Though Seth thinks you and I are becoming a thing now."
"Really?" Asked Charlotte, as Becky put her stuff in the car.
"He thought you and I slept together last night." Said Becky, as she walked towards the driver's side door and opened it to walk inside Charlotte's car. "I defended your honor, by the way."
"I mean . . . we did, didn't we?" Asked Charlotte.
"You know what I meant." Said Becky.
"Well, thanks anyway." Said Charlotte.
"It's not much." Said Becky, before turning the ignition on.
" . . . Wait . . . " Said Charlotte, as she sat up straight.
"What is it?" Becky asked.
"Just hold on for a sec . . . "
Becky looked on, as Charlotte dug into her glove compartment, before pulling out a little box and opening it, to show two heart necklaces.
"Andrade and I wore these together . . . to show our love for one another." Said Charlotte.
"That's sweet . . . I see you have both of them." Said Becky.
" . . . No . . . " Said Charlotte, as she picked up one of the necklaces. " . . . This one's yours . . ."
Becky sat still and looked at Charlotte, who leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Becky's neck, putting the necklace around her. Becky could feel Charlotte's breath, her warm breath pressing slightly against her skin, which made her tingle just a little bit. The women looked into each other's eyes once more, as everything in the background seemed to fade away, leaving only the woman they were looking at to be highly detailed. The two women drew closer to one another, both closing their eyes, as Charlotte tilted her head a little bit. Their noses grazed against one another as they leaned closer . . . until Charlotte's phone buzzing made the two jumped away from each other. Charlotte let the necklace go, allowing Becky to do it herself, as she checked her phone.
" . . . Who is it?" Asked Becky.
" . . . It's just Andrade . . . just a tweet, that's all." Said Charlotte.
"Oh . . . so how does it look?" Asked Becky, allowing Charlotte to see the heart of her necklace resting just above her cleavage.
"Looks good." Said Charlotte, as she smiled. " . . . I guess we're living together now, huh?"
"Yeah . . . I guess we are." Said Becky.