People caught on way quickly that they were together despite them not showing much affection inside the arenas. They kept it professional, but everyone saw them traveling together, holding hands, and stealing a kiss here and there.

Roman of course heard about it quickly too. He didn't say anything, but his eyes said it all. He was pissed off and hurt. She tried keeping it neutral whenever they were near each other, but she could feel his anger despite him never saying one word to her.

They moved fast, way too fast in some people's eyes. After only a month together she moved out of her brother's house and into Baron's house. It felt right to both of them. They had waited years to be together. Any time apart seemed like a waste.

Another month passed by, and their happiness only seemed to grow to Roman's dislike. And then suddenly they weren't there for the house shows the entire week. When RAW rolled around they weren't there either. He knew all sorts of rumors were flying around, but he tried not to seem interested. At least not until Dean found him in catering an hour before the show.

"So?" Roman looked at Dean hopefully.

Dean sighed and sat down, running a hand over the top of his head.

"Different rumors as expected. No one seems to know where they are," Dean said.
"Tell me," Roman said.
"My favorite is them getting married already, and they're on their honeymoon," Dean said.
"Your favorite?" Roman sneered.
"It's the one that'll hurt you the least," Dean said.
"Fuck, it's that bad?" Roman asked.

Dean nodded and looked sad. He really didn't want to tell Roman, but he knew the rumors would eventually reach him one way or another. Better that Roman heard them from him.

"There's another one going around, saying they're in the hospital because she's pregnant and has to get an abortion," he said.
"Pregnant?" Roman asked shocked.
"That one comes in two versions," Dean sighed. "One where it's Baron's baby, and one..."
"One where it's mine!" Roman growled angrily. "Fuck, no! If there's even the slightest chance she's carrying my child, she's not fucking getting rid of it!"
"Roman, relax!" Dean tried. "You don't know if it's true. It's just a rumor."
"I don't give a fuck!" Roman snarled.

He took out his phone and called her. It rang four times before he gave up. Instead he sent her a text.

"We need to talk ASAP. Call me!"

He looked at Dean again, and saw that his friend looked anything but pleased.

"What?" He barked.
"I don't even know you anymore. I love you, man, but I don't fucking know you anymore," Dean stood up. "You brought this on yourself. She was honest from the beginning, and you chose not to believe her, and now you're running around angry because you didn't get your way. Grow up, Roman, and take some fucking responsibility!"
"She stole two years of my life!" Roman sneered.
"No!" Dean yelled. "You stole two years of her life! You did this! Not her! I suggest when you start dating again that you fucking listen. Let this be a hard lesson to learn."

Maddie and Baron weren't at the house shows the next week either. Roman didn't see them until the next RAW. Baron was opening the show with a promo. While Baron was in the ring, Roman saw his chance. He grabbed her hand and dragged her into a near by room before she could react.

"What the fuck, Roman?" She stared at him.

He held up her hands and looked at them.

"No ring. Do you didn't get married," he said.
"Married? God, we've only been together for two months," she said.
"You're already living together," he pointed out.
"What's your point?" She asked.

He took a deep breath. This was harder than he had thought it would be.

"So you were in the hospital?" He asked.
"I see good news still travels fast around here," she said.
"Good? Good?" He yelled. "Was it mine or his?"
"Huh?" She looked at him puzzled.
"The baby! Was is mine or his? I swear to god if you killed my baby..." He yelled.
"What baby?" She yelled back. "Not that it's any of your fucking business, but we were in the hospital because Baron had a vasectomy."

He looked stunned for a second. Somewhere deep inside he knew she was telling the truth, but he had spent a week assuming the worst, especially when she hadn't called like he had told her to, and he couldn't let it go that easy.

"I don't believe you," he said.
"Look at the fucking card for tonight!" She said angrily. "Do you honestly think I would be wrestling if I just had an abortion? But Baron is only doing a promo tonight. He won't wrestle again until next week. Do the fucking math, Roman."

It all clicked inside him while he fell even further apart. He knew that what Baron had just done was cementing that she would never come back to him. Her and Baron were on the same page. He wasn't even part of the story anymore. He swallowed his pride and his own heartbreak. She didn't deserve his anger and pain, and he didn't deserve her. He should have listened. He should have believed her.

"I'm sorry," he said. "Can you ever forgive me?"
"I already have," she said. "I just wish you hadn't asked me out on a second date. Baron and I... Fuck! There were feelings back then too, but he backed off because of you. He and I would have been somewhere else in life by now if I hadn't been with you. I'm not saying this to hurt you, Roman. I'm saying it because it's the truth. But who knows? Maybe this was fate testing us to see if we would still find our way to each other."

He nodded slowly while fighting a hard battle to keep the tears within.

"I hope he makes you happy," he said.
"He does," she reached over and gave his arm a squeeze. "You're not a bad man, Roman. There's someone out there for you too. Someone who wants the same things in life as you. Just don't make the same mistake twice."

Several hours later she found herself lying naked in Baron's arms on their bus. She had told him everything that had happened between her and Roman that evening. As always Baron listened and understood without getting mad.

"He's hurting, but he'll get over it," he said. "I can't say I blame him. I'd be hurting like crazy too if I lost you."
"What do you think would have happened between us if we had gotten together two years ago?" She asked.
"We'd probably be where we are right now. Living together, wrestling, being happy. And we would have gotten married," he answered.
"You think?" She asked.
"I know," he said confidently. "We're meant to be. So much that... Wait a second."

He jumped out of bed and started roaming through a bag. He finally found what he was looking for. He jumped up on the bed again and showed her an open ring box with a silver ring shaped like a pair of wings inside.

"Baron?" She looked at him.
"We're meant to be," he said again. "So much that I wanna marry you already. I know it's soon, and I understand if you say no, but I gotta ask. Will you marry me?"
"Yes!" She threw her arms around his neck. "I love you so much, babe."
"I love you too, sweet cakes," he said.

He took out the ring and slid it on her finger.

"Perfect," she said. "Let's fucking elope. Tomorrow. Let's just run off and get married somewhere."
"Tomorrow," he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her. "Tomorrow's perfect."