"Your real hair is growing…" Jojo noted in the bathroom doorway as Robyn brushed out her wig.
With all the hair growth vitamins Robyn choked down and expensive products she slathered on her head daily, she expected more than two and a half inches but just like recovery, this would be a process. "Thanks for noticing."
"When are you going back to work?"
"I need a few more inches and quite a few more pounds…"
"Where did my dad go?"
"To pick up your brothers so they can stay with us for awhile…"
"Oh," she eye rolled.
"Don't be that way. They're cute and Galina needs break," Robyn replied, especially now that they'll be home all the time with virtual school.
"So do I," Jojo mumbled. Robyn had to remember that Jojo was a preteen and they were preschoolers.
Robin snorted. "Anyway, let me get changed and I'll meet you down there."
She heard noise downstairs before she made it.
"We're home," Joe said, grabbing her ass in passing.
"Not in front of the kids," she hissed.
"Let's take them out back," he said.
"You go ahead, I'm going to get the food started and then I'll be out," she replied.
Because they couldn't take them anywhere and the plain pool was boring, Robyn ordered an inflatable waterpark and other backyard toys. They seemed to be enjoying it by the time she walked out back to join.
"Come sit with me," he opened his legs on the lawn chair so she could get between them.
She sat and he placed his hand on her thigh, slowly sliding it up before she slapped it away. They still hadn't moved back into a sexual relationship and she could tell he was becoming frustrated especially now that she was slowly transforming back into her old self physically. "Joe, please!"
"Alright, alright," he sighed. "I haven't been online yet but I've been getting quite a few congratulations texts so I assume you announced it?"
"I did," Robyn confirmed.
"What was the reaction?"
"I have no idea," she shrugged. "I posted and then logged out of both Twitter and IG so I wouldn't get any notifications because I'd be tempted to look. This is supposed to be a fun day with the kids and we don't need that negativity putting a damper on things."
"We'll check it out later," he said.
"The boys seem to be enjoying themselves but Jojo, not so much," Robyn noted. "Why did you and Galina wait so long to have more kids? I think the age difference is a factor."
"I think it has less to do with the age and more to do with gender. She always wanted a sister," he replied, looking at her expectantly.
"Oh really?" Robyn let out an awkward chuckle.
Later on that night, she sat at the kitchen table browsing Sephora.
"Jojo is in her room and the twins are burned out, sleep," he announced.
"I'm sure they are with all the running around they did today," she took a sip of her wine. "These are cute."
"How many do you want?"
"I don't know, like 6," she absentmindedly replied.
"6?" he exclaimed, taken aback.
"Yeah, maybe 7," Robyn shrugged, finally noticing his perplexed expression. "What's wrong?"
"Do you mean 7 total, including mine which means 4 or 7 of your own?"
"Including yours?" her brows knitted. "Wait, now I'm confused. What are you talking about?"
"Kids. What are you talking about?"
"Lip Glosses!"
"Oh, but seriously, how many?"
"The three you have already are fine…" she replied quickly.
"But don't you want kids?"
"Uhh…" she hesitated.
"Look, I know you're not ready because you have so much left to accomplish in WWE but I'm referring to the future, not now," he clarified.
"I know but…" she sighed.
"What's wrong? You'll make a great mother. You're good with mine. Even before Jojo came around to the idea of me moving on, you were always patient with her."
"Joe, can we not have this conversation. This would be something that we'd have to think about long and hard. I want a baby but do you think it would be best for us to have one?"
He appeared to be thinking for a moment before responding. "I mean, of course, with our lifestyles we shouldn't have them now but like I said a few minutes ago, we're not going to be active wrestlers on the road 300 days forever. Hell, with everything going on now, who knows when or if we'll ever return to that schedule."
She shook her head. "You don't get it."
"Apparently not, so help me out," he pulled out a chair and sat.
Noticing her glass was empty, she poured it halfway with wine. "Do you really think it's a good idea for two cancer patients in remission to reproduce? I pray every night that neither of us has to go through that again but it's out of our control. God forbid, but at least if something ever happened to you, your children would still have Galina and of course I'll remain in their lives. With our children, if something happened to one of us, there's a chance that it could happen to the other. Then, they'll be without both parents. I just don't want to bring children into this world knowing there's a possibility they'll have to suffer that kind of loss."
Joe's eyes were wide with realization as he glanced up at her before letting his gaze drop back to the table. "I hadn't thought about that. I suppose that is concerning. We can't let fear run our lives but I won't pressure you if you don't want to have kids."
"For the record, yes, I do want kids. Life is full of risks and possibilities, even if we weren't in the predicament we're in. If it happens in the future, it happens but right at this moment I'm not actively trying for a baby."
"By the time we're ready to try for a baby, I'll be dried up from disuse the way things are going around here," he muttered under his breath.
"Oh, stop being dramatic. Everyone knows how fertile you are. Also, tonight was going to be the night but since you want to complain…"
Joe twitched with surprise. "Oh, I didn't know you heard me. I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to rush you but-"
"There's no need to explain because I'm sure it can basically be summed up as...I'm a man," she smirked. "Before we do anything, you need to make sure we aren't interrupted so go check on the kids one more time to make sure they're asleep. I'll be waiting in our room."
"Jojo is still up but I don't think she'll be coming out," Joe said as he hurried into the room.
"Lock the door behind you, just in case…"
It's awkward at first. Neither knew where or how to start so they came together, tangling as they kissed each other heatedly. There was no denying the passion was still the same as they'd left it. Robyn felt his hands gliding over her body, leaving a trail of fire wherever he touched. Finally, the swimsuit came off and he made his way around to her breasts. Her nipples were tight, longing for his touch. Joe stood which left Robyn feeling a pang of disappointment but once she saw him removing his clothes, that disappointment turned into anticipation.
By the time his head made it between her thighs, she was already ready. He thrust his tongue deep inside her and she let out a sigh as he explored. She missed this and pushed herself into his mouth wanting more. He moved to her clit and licked up and around the tender folds. Her back arched as he teased her body. His hands moved up to her nipples and gently tugged, this sent pleasure all through her body, adding to the intensity of the moment.
He continued to focus on her clit, sucking, and gently biting on it, increasing the feelings running through her body as he slid his hands underneath her ass, pulling her closer to his face. Robyn was reveling in the sensation as her body tensed up with release, something she hadn't felt in months.
On his knees, Joe positioned himself between her legs. Although she wasn't a virgin, there was slight pain as he reintroduced himself to her entrance. She hissed and he paused before applying more pressure, she hissed again and he stopped.
"I'm okay, keep going," she directed but he looked unconvinced as he pushed forward. Her body flinched in response.
"Relax!"
"I am!" she whispered.
"Let's try this again at another time," Joe sighed in defeat as he rolled over onto his pillow.
"From the moment the doctor said I was in remission, you've been walking around this house pouting, acting desperate, spying on me in the shower, making all kinds of sexual innuendos and even today grouping me in front of the children like you couldn't control yourself. Now that I'm ready, you back out?"
"I don't want to hurt you…"
"I've gained weight…"
"So have I," he said, acknowledging the muscle mass that he'd put on during his absence. "I just can't do it."
"You clearly can," she laughed, looking down at the erection pressed up against his stomach. "How about I get on top? That way I can control the pace and you don't have to worry about anything."
Robyn moved to straddle him. Reaching between them, she got into position and lowered herself onto his head.
"Fuck!" he shouted in pleasure.
"Shh!" she clamped her hand over his mouth. The house was way too quiet for outbursts like that.
"Don't move yet..." he grimaced, trying to get used to the sensation. Finally, he nodded. "Alright."
With that, Robyn slid down until she could feel the soft press of his sack against her cheeks. She began a gentle rocking motion. For now, she was content to savor the pleasing thrill of him being inside her once again.
She assumed she'd be rusty but found it to be like riding a bike, once learned, it's never forgotten. With her hands on his chest, she slowly began to ride him, bucking her hips forward to grind against his pelvis before pushing back to slide him deeper inside her, a simple and primal rhythm that soon had them both moaning in unison. Back and forth, back and forth, feeling his hips rock gently up against her in an attempt to coax even more pleasure out of their union.
God, she missed this and his strained groans helped assure her that the feeling was mutual. Now he was trapped beneath her, basking in the sight of her as she rolled her hips and bit her lower lip in anticipation of her next orgasm. It was coming she knew it, and so did he, and the look in his eyes was pure, unbridled lust.
Bit by bit, thrust by thrust she was moving closer to the edge, and then she felt Joe shift beneath her, his body flipping them so that he was on top. She had missed the feeling of him on top of her. His heavy weight was a welcome reminder of many past experiences. She wondered why he changed positions until she figured out he needed the leverage to properly fuck her. All at once, the steady pace that she'd set turned into a furious rut that almost overwhelmed her, leaving her gasping with each thrust.
"Wait, wait, wait!" she whimpered but when he stopped, she realized the mistake. "No, no, keep going!"
As he drove his dick upwards, she pushed back against him. He barely managed 12 strokes before Robyn felt climax pound through her. She dug her nails into his back trembling, shivering, a muffled display of her pleasure sounded into the air of the bedroom...and then, peace.
Joe looked down at Robyn in starry-eyed awe. He was still trapped inside her, but had stopped thrusting. They both simply lay in each other's presence, her with her arms hugging his back and he, flattening her to the bed. Something inside her felt very warm and wet, and with a soft kiss on her lips, Joe slid off and rolled over to his side of the bed.
"As deep as your nails went you probably scarred up my new ink..."
"Sorry," she giggled.
"When did you know you were ready?" he asked.
"When I saw you on TV last Sunday. Seeing you as Roman again really did something to me that night," she replied.
"So you mean to tell me, this could've happened almost a week ago? Do you know how much adrenaline I still had pumping through my veins when I got home that night?"
"I had to start back on the pill and give it a chance to work in my system and I'm glad I did because…" she trailed off, shifting uncomfortably, feeling his wetness leaking out of her. "I didn't say anything then because I knew you weren't going to be willing to wear a cond-"
"Nope!" he interrupted.
"And that's why I waited. Oh, yeah," she grabbed her phone and logged into Instagram before passing the phone to him. "You look for me."
He scrolled through in silence for a while. "It's overwhelmingly positive. Mostly congratulations. So far I've only seen 2 negative comments but just as you predicted, they were jumped by other fans."
"What did they say?"
"You don't need to upset yourself, Rob."
"After that, nothing can upset me," she smiled, still in the afterglow.
He cleared his throat. "Poor Galina. Imagine how she feels seeing him engaged to remarry this fast. It hasn't been a full year yet. Whoever said 'cheaters never prosper' didn't know about Roman and Robyn."
"Sometimes I wish G had a public account so she could notify "Team Galina" that she's not crying herself to sleep longing for you to return. We're all mature adults coexisting and coparenting, not characters in a three way love triangle on a poorly written, canceled after one season Netflix show," Robyn chuckled. "The other?"
"She probably faked it because she knew he's a good person and would feel the need to do this," he read.
"So you faked cancer to stop the fans from booing you and I faked cancer to get an engagement ring. We're a match made in scammer heaven," she laughed, grabbing the phone to take a look for herself.
