Robyn woke to the phone ringing. Without opening her eyes she felt around the bed until she retrieved it from underneath her pillow and then blindly swiped the bar to answer. "Hello."

"Mornin'," Ricochet said on the other end, waking her up like a splash of ice water. "You still at the hotel?"

"Yeah," her voice was groggy and deep. "Where are you?"

"Getting ready to fly out of Orlando soon. I guess I'll see you at the arena…"

"I guess," she sighed.

"Are you okay?"

"Of course!" she tried her best to perk her tone up. "I'm just tired. I woke up early yesterday to catch the flight out here and then we went to like 3 different interviews so I was wiped out."

The guilt from last night was almost too much to bare. They were dating but they hadn't defined the relationship yet and weren't officially a couple but it still killed her inside all the same. Despite this, it would more than likely be a deal breaker if he ever found out. Just the other day he was down at the Performance Center so for all she knew he could still have a thing going on with Kacy; Robyn would never know and neither would he. The only thing that mattered going forward is what happens after they establish their relationship.

At the arena, she and Roman avoided each other like the plague. There was no way she could face him and she knew the feeling was probably mutual. She had so many things going through her head that she couldn't focus on just one of them long enough to sort it out. She was disgusted by their actions and was sure that the friendship they had going would be completely destroyed from crossing the line.

The other thing that was disturbing to her was how powerful those feelings she felt were. Every time she thought about it, her stomach fluttered, and it terrified her. What did it all mean? Was it nausea or elation? What scared her the most was that the only person who could understand, the only person who she could talk to about it was the one person she couldn't bear to face.

With it being the 20th anniversary of Smackdown and the premiere on FOX, backstage was hectic to say the least. Plus the locker room that she sat in now was overcrowded with women from both brands and a few from the past like Trish, Lita and The Bellas.

"Robyn, can I see you for a second?" Stephanie requested upon entry. Robyn followed her outside, wondering what Steph could possibly want. "Are you okay?"

"If you're referring to the dark circles under my eyes, I haven't been to hair and makeup yet because there are so many other women here tonight. I'm trying to wait until it clears out so I won't get a rush job," she replied.

"Smart. Be sure to walk the blue carpet before the show," Steph said. "But before that, I know it's last minute and wasn't on the agenda for tonight but it's Breast Cancer Awareness month so instead of kids, we have a few women who survived backstage tonight and it would be great PR for you and Joe to come greet them and pose for a couple photos."

It didn't seem like an option to turn it down so she agreed. "Sure, let me swap these flip flops for my heels and I'll be right out."

Roman was already with the group when she approached. They both listened to and addressed only the women, not able to look or say anything to each other. She did notice that he had a few bags under his eyes which told her that he'd been agonizing all night over it as well. They displayed their best forced smiles when it was time for pictures. Next, they said a few words for a video package to be produced by the Susan G. Komen Foundation.

Then, they were done and left lingering. Robyn knew she couldn't let another second pass without facing up to what had gone on between them. He knew the same as he jerked his head in another direction wanting her to follow him. She trailed him to an abandoned room and closed the door behind. They stood there in silence for several minutes. She was looking straight at the floor, holding her arms tightly around her body.

"Joe," "Robyn," both spoke at the same time before she took over. "I've had some time to think and I've come to the conclusion that this was all my fault. I shouldn't have come to your room last night."

He shook his head. "No, it's my fault. I shouldn't have kissed you..."

"But I could've easily walked away because I doubt you would've stopped me."

"But I'm the one that-" he started but she interrupted.

"Let's just agree to share the blame, acknowledge that it was wrong and keep it our secret or else we could get in a lot of trouble, especially you because unlike before, it was actual cheating this time."

"What are you going to do about Ricochet?"

"I'm already keeping secrets from him so what's one more," she shrugged. "Only one of us is married though so the bigger question is, what are you going to do about Galina?"

"I have no other choice but to hide it. I can't confirm her worst fear. The reason she wasn't comfortable with us still working together after the reconciliation was because of the threat of something like this happening but I assured her that I have never and would never cheat on her…I did and that's what's burning me up inside the most," he turned his back to her and sighed.

"Yeah, I know. It sucks because she's been nothing but good to me and this is how I repay her. I'm not a sociopath so I don't think I'll be able to look at her again without my face giving the guilt away so next time you get the bright idea to answer her FaceTime call in my presence, do not under any circumstances pass the phone to me!" Rob replied. "Anyway, do you think we'll be okay from now on as far as working together?"

"It'll be awkward but I think we'll be okay moving forward. There was this weird tension between us since the breakup so maybe that broke it and got it out of our system," he concluded.

"Let's hope. I feel like such a horrible person right now," she sniffled, getting ready to wallow in her own self-pity.

"No, no you're not! You're one of the best people I've ever met. We made a mistake and things got out of control and while we both have to live with it, we can easily move on and never allow it to happen again, okay?" gently, he reached out and pulled her in for a hug. This interaction made her feel as though everything was going to be okay.

Later, in the makeup chair, Triple H was passing. He glanced over casually at her before stopping. "I keep forgetting about you."

"Clearly," she said before she knew it.

"Right now we're trying to get everything settled with the FOX move. After the draft when the smoke clears, we'll try you out for a push into the title scene," he replied.

"Really?" she sat up, excited, much to the dismay of the makeup artist working on her eyeliner. He nodded to confirm.

robwwe: Slaying the "no makeup" makeup lewk.

kingricochet: Where are you?

robwwe: Near catering.

kingricochet: OMW!

By the smile on Ricochet's face, he was appreciating what he saw so she slowly smiled back. He leaned in for a kiss but she turned her head, not feeling comfortable kissing him with lips that were just on Joe less than 24 hours ago.

He took a step back. "The cheek? Really?"

"I just got my makeup done and I don't want to mess up my lipstick," she said thinking fast and acting with the flow of the moment. "It's liquid and still damp so if I kissed you right now it would transfer and once it dries, it's hell to get it off because it's waterproof."

"How considerate…" he snorted.

It was time for a subject change. "Hunter told me that I'd be getting a push after a while but I don't want to get my hopes up."

"Nah, he's always been straight with me and if he didn't have any intention of doing it, he probably wouldn't have told you," he assured her.

"We'll see…"

He grabbed her arm. "You ready to hit this blue carpet?"

"Together?" she raised a brow.

"For the last two weeks we've been posted up on IG. Why not get it done professionally?" he asked.

"It's not a problem but you know if we do this we'll officially be viewed as a couple," she made clear.

"I don't see an issue with that but if you do, it's cool, we don't have to go," he replied.

She took a few moments to think about it. Maybe this was necessary in order to move forward and finally put the past where it belonged. "Let's go!"