Spending the day with Baron had given her a boost of energy. They had quickly found their old roles again as if their friendship had never been on hold for two years. She felt renewed walking into the arena that evening. It didn't last long though. As soon as she was done with her match, Roman was there.

"Can we talk?" He asked.
"I think we already said everything we needed to say yesterday," she answered.
"Please," he begged.
"Fine," she pointed at a door. "In there."

They walked into the room and closed the door behind them. It was one thing that everyone had witnessed their fight the night before. They didn't need people to dig further into their personal lives.

"Talk," she said.

He shifted awkwardly, opening and closing his mouth a couple of times, not able to find his words. He suddenly moved in, grabbed her face, and tried kissing her. She fought against him and pushed him away.

"No!" She yelled. "What the fuck, Roman?"
"Please, baby girl. I miss you," he said.
"This is not something we can fix," she said.
"Don't leave me over this. We can compromise," he said.
"Compromise?" She snorted. "How? You want kids, I don't. How do you compromise on that? Get half a kid? It doesn't work that way, Roman."
"We can have just one," he said. "I'll be okay with that."
"But I won't!" She yelled again.

She ran her hands through her hair, shaking her head violently, before looking at him again.

"It all makes sense now. God, I've been so blind. This is why you always refused to be the one buying condoms. And those times we were drunk, and you tried convincing me to risk it. You were trying to trap me," she said.
"I was trying to make our love grow," he defended himself.
"Stop it, Roman! For fuck's sake, just stop it!" She growled. "You can't mess with someone's life like that. You have no right. What was your plan here? You would continue wrestling while I would be stuck at home with a kid I wouldn't even love?"
"You'd love your own," he said.
"No!" She almost screamed. "I would hate it, and I would resent you for ever putting me in that position. The kid would grow up to know its mother never loved it, and its father was never home. You would ruin three lives that way. Yours, mine and the kid's."

She moved over to the door and tore it open.

"Maddie, please!" He begged.
"I'll move my stuff out of your house as soon as possible," she said. "And next time you better fucking listen and believe a woman when she tells you something like this."

She hurried out to Baron's bus, and he looked at her surprised as she seemed like one big ball of fury.

"What happened?" He asked.
"Roman fucking happened! That idiot!" She yelled. "You got any alcohol?"
"Tequila," he said.
"I'm gonna grab a quick shower, and then we'll get drunk out of our minds. Sound good?" She asked.
"Sounds like a plan," he said.

Shots of tequila went down faster than they should have, but they both needed it. Baron was happy to have her back in his life even though he still struggled with all the feelings he kept hidden inside.

"Why can't people accept when someone doesn't want kids?" She pouted.
"I wish I knew," he sighed.
"I wanna get my tubes tied, but it's almost impossible for a woman. Every doctor I've seen has told me to come back after I'm 30 and have at least three children. I don't want a single one, damn it! It doesn't matter that I'm 31 now. And they always ask what my future husband will think about it. Well, for starters, I wouldn't marry someone who wants kids. And why would my future husband even get a say in what I do with my body? It's my body, damn it! And men can just walk in and ask for a vasectomy, and they'll get the green light almost every single time. It's not fair."
"I know," he said.
"How the fuck would you even know?" She asked.
"Because my doctor gave me the green light," he answered.

It took a couple of seconds for those words to get through to her. She moved up on her knees and crawled closer to him.

"You're sterilized?" She asked.
"No, but I want to. I don't want kids either, so I went to my doctor. He gave me the green light. However, it seems weird asking my boss for time off for something like that. It's not a surgery that I need per se, and I won't be able to wrestle for a few weeks afterwards. Sure, people can get to work three days later, but not fucking wrestle," he said.

She stared at him with wide eyes, and he couldn't help but chuckle at how cute she looked.

"What?" He asked.
"Somehow you just got even more hot," she answered.
"More hot? So you're admitting to finding me hot?" He smirked.
"I always did," she stuck out her tongue.
"Interesting," he scratched his chin. "Likewise. You're pretty hot yourself."

Her smile faltered, and he knew what was coming. She was gonna ask again, and he had to answer. His drunk mind couldn't come up with an excuse, and she deserved the truth.

"Baron," her voice was soft and went straight into his heart. "Why did you turn your back on me? I thought we were friends, and then one day you weren't there anymore. I never understood what I did wrong."
"You didn't do anything wrong," he sighed. "I had feelings for you, and I couldn't stand seeing you with Roman. It hurt too much."
"You idiot!" She hissed.
"What?" He looked at her surprised.
"I had feelings for you too. Why do you think I kept it casual with Roman in the beginning? I kept hoping that you and I could go out and maybe see if there was something there. But you pulled away from me, so I pushed you out of my mind, and allowed myself to fall in love with him," she said.

Her face turned into anger. She launched herself at him, trying to get her hands on him somehow.

"You fucking idiot!" She yelled. "All of this shit could have been avoided if you had just had the balls to tell me!"
"It's not like you ever told me either!" He yelled back.

He grabbed her wrists and locked her arms behind her back. Somehow she had managed to straddle him in their drunken fight, and suddenly he was too aware at how close they were. No more words were needed. Their eyes said it all. They both moved forward at the same time, lips crashing together hungrily. He released her wrists and wrapped his arms around her waist while she wrapped her arms around his neck. He managed to get up from the couch and carry her into the bedroom. He kicked the door shut behind them, dumped her down on the bed and followed suit, his body covering hers while his hands found their way under her clothes.

"There's condoms in my purse," she managed to get out between their heated kisses.
"What?" He chuckled. "You don't think I pack my own?"

His lips found her neck, leaving hot kisses and bites on her delicate skin.

"Sorry, old habit," she said.
"I'm not him," his voice came clear in a promising tone right next to her ear.