You had never been as upset as you were now.
Taking in your surroundings, you wanted to scream.
The floor was littered with pizza boxes, empty Gatorade bottles, beer cans, chip bags, dirty socks, weights, gym bags…anything you could think of that the opposite gender of the human species had or used, it was on the floor.
You came home for this?!
Ok…so being holed up in the hospital wasn't exactly your idea of a fun time but it came with the job, you know, being a nurse and all.
"Roman," You yelled, clenching your fists.
You refused to move until he came down here and explained this. Your house had been pristine clean before you were called into work for one of the busiest nights of your life.
That was three nights ago…
You literally stood there for about five minutes before it all became too much and you pushed from the door, stomping you way across your living room area to walk into the kitchen.
And this place wasn't faring any better!
You sighed, dropping your purse and keys on your kitchen counter, and pursed you lips, taking in your surroundings.
What to tackle first, what to tackle first…
You weren't exactly chalked up full of energy but you couldn't just leave your place looking like this.
You were just getting through your last load of laundry and second sink full of dishes when you heard, more like felt your fiancé, Roman Reign's heavy footsteps barrel down the stairs at lightning speed.
"Steph," He yelled.
"Yeah, who else would it be" You snapped and you heard Roman sigh before you saw him in the dining room doorway a second later. He leaned against a side, crossing his arms. A smile graced his face for a literal second before you nearly broke a plate, throwing it into the sink you were using to rinse everything.
"Whoa," Roman walked into the kitchen to stand right beside you. "What's going on babe? What's got you so worked up?"
You stopped scrubbing at a dish and scoffed, looking over at him in disbelief. "You're kidding me right?"
Roman shook his head, reaching for an arm. "Hey…don't worry about that right now. I'll get it later like I planned. Come here." Roman actually managed to get you away from the sink and into his arms with no problem and then his mouth was against yours.
You couldn't help but sigh and melt into his embrace. His kisses always did that to you. You loved this man like crazy…but as quick as he was to deepen the kiss you were quick to end it. All this junk wasn't just going to disappear, no matter how much you adored this man.
You pulled away and went back to attacking the dish and Roman stood there for a moment studying you in happiness.
"I missed you."
You made a little "hmph" noise at him and his eyebrows drew together in confusion. He watched you a moment more before he walked around you and turned on the oven. You looked over at him as he was turning the knob to warm the machine up and frowned before turning back to what you were doing.
"I made us a little something. Hope you like it," Roman said with a smile as he walked back over to you, placing his hand on your hips, kissing your check.
You tried pulling away but there was nowhere to go and opting to snap once more. "Not now, Roman!"
"Babe," Roman chuckled and you shook your head, furiously wiping at a now rinsed dish. Roman sighed, taking the object from your hand, placing it in down in the sink and quickly spun you around to face him. "Aren't you happy to see me? It's been about a month now."
"I know how long it's been, Roman," You sneered through clenched teeth. "I fucking know that! I'm taking care of the mess that you and your buddies have left for me. I just wanted to come home to a fucking, clean house, hop in a shower and bundle up under the covers! Is that too much to ask," You asked the man in front of you, throwing your hands up in the air.
Once you got started it was kind of hard for you to stop…you were kind of known for having a temper.
Of course getting Roman started too was a whole 'nother thing…
"I get locked up for days in that fucking hospital with ungrateful patients who can't do shit for themselves and their equally ungrateful families and if that's enough I got Barbra on my back about any and everything and I just…I want to…I'm going to-"Roman didn't allow you to finish your sentence placing his lips over yours to stop your oncoming tirade. He pulled back a moment later after feeling you relax and you looking at him in confusion.
"Roman," You questioned, forgetting for a moment what had been going on before.
"Figured I'd help ya relax," He answered back simply with a quick peck to the side of your neck. Another and you sighed, placing your hand on the back of his head, nearly allowing your fingers to burrow in his gorgeous locks but stopped. Either Roman didn't realize or paid no mind when your body stiffened up because he continued lavishing attention on your neck and was nearly on the other side before you placed a palm on his chest, pushing him back.
"No," You said sternly.
You weren't ready to unwind, just like that. There was still plenty more to do.
"Stephanie…" Roman groaned, burying his face in your neck.
"Roman…no," You groaned back.
You pulled back and managed to finish up another dish or two before you found yourself spun around and lifted into Roman's arms. You had no choice but to wrap your legs around him as he palmed your butt, pulling you up against him. You felt his excitement and closed your eyes nearly whimpering. You wanted him as bad as he did you but you couldn't.
Of course you never voiced that and next thing you knew you were placed on the washer a couple of steps away from the sink and fridge with Roman securely wedged between your legs. His fingers dug into sides, grasping at you and you arched into him as he nipped at the side of your neck he had yet to attack earlier. You moaned and he pulled you even closer, his erection now against your abdomen and you couldn't help but squirm, now excited about the idea of having your fiancé. But…you couldn't….
You pushed him back or tried to but all that resulted in was him pulling from your neck to place feather like kisses on the back of your hand lying on his chest. You pulled that away and he grabbed the back of your head ready to kiss the breath out of you. You shook your head and ducked under an arm, struggling off of the washer.
"Wha…"
"Sorry sweetie," You said with a pat to his cheek and went back over to the sink. There were no dishes left so you let out the water and decided to move on. The washer was still going so...
You quickly made it out to the living room, gathering stuff at random, trying to pay attention to what you were doing and ignore the flustered state you were in, you had actually manage a fairly decent amount of cleaning when you noticed Roman was being awfully quiet for a guy who had just been trying to get laid a moment ago.
You stopped after closing your closet door and noticed Roman standing in the doorway of the kitchen eyeing you, his expression hungry and his hand…
Oh god his hand! What was he doing?! He couldn't be doing that right now!
You tried adverting your eyes from the situation at…well, hand, but couldn't help but keep looking back.
"I have to clean!"
"I told you," He said, walking towards you. "I'll get it later," Each word was spoken on a hiss as Roman tightened his hand around himself and you wanted to groan, or more appropriately drop down onto your knees to help your man out. You clenched your teeth and shook your head, trying to walk around him but he stopped you with a tight grip to an upper arm. "Aren't you going to help me out here…Steph?"
You gulped. "Nope...you left a mess."
You saw Roman's eyes flicker and it looked like the start of a storm was brewing. "Stephanie," He said in irritation. You kept mentioning the mess and it was getting a little annoying now. "I told you…"
"I don't believe you," You said with a shrug, walking away from him to gather up some beer cans and carry them into the kitchen. Roman growled and you shivered but kept on with your trek. He'd be alright.
You were back out in the living room a second later with a trash bag. Roman watched you in frustration. This was the welcome back he got after being gone for so long?! You both lead busy lives but he wanted nothing more than to spend some long awaited one on one time between those legs of yours.
"Stop," He snapped.
You halted for a second but shook your head and continued on.
"Stephanie. I said stop," He was on you in the next second, hand tightened around a forearm and you gasped, the bag falling from your hand to tumble on the floor letting some of the recently gathered items, roll out and around the bag.
"Roman," You growled back. You bent down trying to pick up the junk but he grabbed your upper arm on the opposite side, pulling you forward into a rough kiss.
He wanted you and he was going to have you damn it!
You struggled for a minute before, you felt yourself falling, the result of Roman pushing you back to land on the couch. You didn't get a moment to respond before he was down in front of you, snatching at your jeans, actually popping the button open quickly, tugging on the offending item with sharp tugs. Your pants and panties were stripped off and thrown across the room a second later and Roman's hands were in between your legs, teasing at you. You squirmed, grabbing at his shoulders, no matter how much you still wanted to fight him right now. Yes, you were that stubborn. He bit at your jawline as he not only rubbed at you but also stroked himself and you closed your eyes, kneading him. The air shifted for a moment and then you were thrown for a loop, screaming out in surprise when Roman entered you in one swift movement of his hips. He stopped to give you a moment to get used to the intrusion and another because he was so worked up.
Your eyes popped opened and you brought your head forward to gaze into your fiancé's eyes as he started the usual tempo of slow draw out, quick push in. You wrapped a hand around the back of his neck, your face taking on a pleasured pained look and he was speeding up. You moved your hips to meet him as he slammed into you and he groaned, trying to work you harder. God, he felt good. It had been far too long since you had had this. This wouldn't last long, both of you knew it. It had been forever and you both had already been worked up. He was pulling at your hips, helping your thrusts onto him as he slapped against you. You allowed yourself to fall back against the back of the couch and Roman's groans picked up as you couldn't help but undulate against him now, wanted to grind out both his and your orgasm. "Oh god," You moaned loudly.
"Steph," He groaned and flowed into just as you orgasm rushed through you. You tightened up around him drawing out a strangled moan, ringing him of everything he had until he was thoroughly spent.
Spent but not done…not by a long shot.
You both laid there for a moment before he pulled out and away from you and next thing you knew you were up over his shoulder, your upper body bouncing as he jogged upstairs to your bedroom.
You were deposited on the floor of the bathroom and Roman was grabbing at your t-shirt divesting you of it, followed by your bra. You couldn't help but giggle as he tickled at your sides for a moment and he laughed with you before guiding you back so he could reach over and switch on the water for the shower. He pulled back just before turning the knob, raising an eyebrow.
"Shower or bath," He asked you and you looked at him, still seeing some life left in him and moved your head to the right a little, raising your eyebrows repeatedly.
"Shower."
Roman nodded, turning the knob for you and the room was full of steam a couple of minutes later.
He was leaving not too long after and you frowned. "Roman?"
"Relax baby." He closed the door and you sat there for a moment in confusion but shrugged before hopping in the shower.
You were nearly done half an hour later, taking your time to relax your muscles and scrub the past week off of yourself, just wanting to forget about everything but all too soon the water turned cold and you had to hop out. You wrapped a towel around yourself and one around your hair and padded out to the room, surprised when you found Roman lying in the bed, an arm propped behind his head, his chest bare.
You took in your man's well defined abs, allowing your eyes to rake down his body and notice the obvious tent in the sheets.
He wanted more?
"You want more," You asked, not able to stop your mouth from getting away from you. Roman smirked and threw the covers off coming to stand in front of you, pulling you away from the bathroom doorway, leading you over to the empty side of the bed, that's when you noticed the TV tray with the plate and glass on it.
"Do you really have to ask that," He murmured as you took a drink out of the cup beside your food and then proceeded to devour the meal before you, sitting down to take it in. Mmm, lasagna. You didn't even bother bringing the plate to the bed. You were that hungry.
"You make this yourself," You mumbled around your food and Roman chuckled sitting behind you, a leg astride both of yours.
"Yup, your big boy done good…right?"
You turned to peck him on the lips and nodded, stuffing your face. You gave him a couple of bites of the food, mixed veggies and breadstick included as he kissed at your neck, collarbones and cheeks, anywhere he could reach. He was pulling your towel open on the last bite and you shook your head just as his hands closed over your breasts.
"Roman," You warned.
"Hush," He hissed against your neck, rubbing his face against you. "Just hush."
You were on your back a moment later, Roman between your legs as he kissed you deeply, his mouth making love to yours, his tongue leaving no place untouched. You responded by bringing your legs up on either side of his waist bringing your heat in touch with his leaking hardness.
"I…Roman," You struggled when he finally relinquished your mouth from his to make his way down your body. He was on your clit before you could speak another word and you arched up, grinding into his face. A hand wrapped around your upper thigh, holding you against him and he opened those beautiful lips of his driving you crazy with that massive tongue. You soared minutes later as he lapped at you, a finger barely in your entrance. You were shaking and shuddering on the verge of another orgasm when he pulled back with a smirk.
"Still thinking about cleaning," He asked.
You glared at him, reaching to bring him back to the problem at hand and he chuckled, ducking his head, swiping his tongue over your sensitive bundle of nerves but pulled back, adding a finger alongside the other and bringing you off with an arch of them inside you on your g-spot. You shook and shuddered, your body dropping to the bed, your head in a daze.
"Roman," You groaned, throwing a hand over your forehead. "If I didn't know any better…" You trailed off as he teased in between your folds with his fingers, gathering up your essence, licking you off his fingers afterwards.
"Didn't know any better what," He asked with a grin.
You shook your head out of watching him. "Shut up." You rolled over, facing away from him with a light whimper.
"I'm not done babe. I hope you know that."
And he wasn't. Every time you turned around to get out of bed for anything Roman was on you, rushing to leave you in a haze of completion. Half of those attempts were yes, on cleaning your house. Heck, your room needed help but Roman just wouldn't let up and as much as it was driving you crazy it was also doing a good job of leaving you happy and you couldn't help but challenge him. After about the…was it fourth, maybe fifth time of messing with him, you had actually made it downstairs gathering up more junk. How you managed to even walk you didn't know, and it took Roman nearly ten minutes to make it to you after you had left him utterly speechless with making him fall over the edge twice in a span of a couple of minutes. You were on the washer this time and after that you gave up. You slumped over in his arms ready to pass out for the rest of the week. He won. There was always days from now.
Weeks from then, about four actually, you found yourself in the hospital. You were just coming to from an extreme case of what you thought was food poisoning, yet a drastic rise in your appetite somehow. Major lightheadedness with quite a bit of weight gain also left you thoroughly befuddled as to what was wrong with you. You were either really sick or dying as far as you were concerned.
"Stephanie, glad to see you're awake. How are you feeling right now?"
"Honestly," You scoffed at your friend, who was your doctor at the moment. "Like I've been run over or something."
She chuckled a little and you frowned at her.
This didn't feel like a joking matter, you were far from feeling one hundred percent.
You sat up in the hospital bed, pulling at the wristband on your right arm. You twirled it a few times before looking up the smiling woman.
"So what's the deal doc? Am I sick? Am I dying? Go ahead and rip the Band-Aid right off."
The woman's smile faltered a little and she shook her head. "Oh no Stephanie, this is far from bad. Some would even go so far as to say it was a miracle…" She trailed off as you stood up to gather your clothes at the end of the bed. Steph?"
"Go ahead. Either way, I'm leaving. I work in hospitals…don't plan on staying in one myself unless absolutely necessary."
"Well guess I'll cut right to the chase then. Stephanie you're pregnant. Congratulations."
Your head snapped up and you glared at your friend/doctor/coworker. Boy…you swear…if you didn't consider this woman a friend, besides your doctor at the moment you'd lunge at her. Pregnant? She was playing a practical joke on you. In no way were you pregnant, you weren't looking to get pregnant. You had a nice steady job and your soon to be husband was barely home. A baby? Yeah right…
But that wasn't the kicker.
When she scratched at the back of her head, telling you were with twins you were nearly beside yourself. Beside yourself and faint. You wanted to faint.
"You're kidding right?"
"I'm afraid not Steph," She said, her eyes wide.
You couldn't help it. You fainted.
You spent the next couple of hours driving around, well threatening one of your fellow coworkers to drive you around a bit before taking you home. After your fainting spell and the one before that your "doctor" decided you were in no condition to drive.
You wanted to strangle her.
But you knew this wasn't her fault. Far from it…
It was yours. Yours and Roman's.
Roman…
You were at your front door, unlocking it to enter your house when your fiancé flitted across your mind.
What was Roman going to think?
Guess you'd find out, you thought as you went about tidying up the house for the arrival of your guy later on in the day.
Boy you were in for it.
"So we're having twins."
It wasn't even ten minutes after Roman had entered the house and kicked his shoes off that you blurted out the news you had learned earlier. You hadn't even allowed him a bite of the pizza you had ordered to lessen the blow. Maybe a beer…
Roman sighed, running a hand over his face and through his hair, throwing his keys on the foyer table.
"Yeah, sure…nice one."
You watched as he rounded into the kitchen and heard the opening of a cabinet then silence. You expected the opening of a pizza box or the crinkling of a bag of chips but you heard the cabinet door slam loudly and you jerked.
"What," You barely made out Roman's voice coming from the kitchen. "What," He said a little louder.
You cringed, squeezing your eyes shut.
3, 2…
"Steph...what," He practically yelled.
You opened your eyes seconds later to find Roman's searching gaze roving all over your face. "You're…" He couldn't even finish his question as he studied your body and you nodded.
"Yeah, twins," You nodded, your body tensing up.
"Oh man," Roman dropped down on the couch beside you, ringing his hands. "Oh man…"
"Babe," You questioned.
"Twins," His voice raised a few octaves and your eyes widened as you turned your head a little, still eyeing him, bracing yourself. "Twins?!"
All of a sudden he slumped back on the couch and you frowned. "Roman."
He didn't answer you and you rushed over to him, noticing his unmoving form.
The big lump had fainted!
You rolled your eyes before shrugging your shoulders.
So that went well…
It was the week of Summerslam, months later, hours before the event and you were sitting backstage with Roman, watching as he set up his Shield outfit for his match later that night, he moved to slip his hands through his wrist pads, making sure they fit right before taking them off throwing them on the couch. He pulled his pants out of his bag, tossing them on the couch too and zipped his vest closed on the other side of him, tossing it on top of everything afterwards. You were just watching him, shaking your head at your overly prepared fiancé when you felt a major shock to your system. You brushed it off figuring it was nothing. You had been feeling off all day, picking fights with Roman, nothing new honestly but if you asked him it was worse than usual. You had spent most of this pregnancy worried about almost every little thing, with good reasoning but you were not going to worry about a little pressure or whatever it was in your pelvis and this strange sense of headiness at all times lately.
He was slipping a belt out of his gym bag to place on the couch with his other items when the feeling happened again. You didn't want to alarm yourself or Roman, but you felt really funny now.
"Babe…did you ever get that room straightened up for me," You asked him as you watched him disappear into the bathroom to grab one of the many water bottles he had stored in there around the sink.
Roman poked his head out, giving you a tight smile. "Babe. I'm kind of busy right now, in case you haven't noticed," He finished with a light chuckle.
"I know," You sighed, struggling to stand up off the couch with a grunt. Because of the whole twin situation things like simply standing up from a couch really took their toll on you. You almost fell back onto the couch but steadied yourself with a hand on the nearest arm rest. You stood there trying to catch your breath as Roman made it back out of the bathroom.
You raised an eyebrow at him. "You really think you're gonna need three of those," You asked pointing at the water bottles in his hand.
"I might," He shrugged.
You shook your head before you felt a twinge in the lower part of your belly.
"The cribs," You yelled out.
"What?" Roman frowned, looking at you like you were crazy.
"I didn't pick up the cribs or didn't think to have anyone help me…I forgot! Why didn't you get them?"
Roman shook his head, placing the bottles on the couch. "What," He asked again.
"We need the cribs, Roman. The babies will be here any day now," You stated, giving him a look.
He gave you one right back.
"Relax. You're still not due for another three weeks."
"I can't relax! We are nowhere near ready! Do we even have the car seats in the car at home?"
"Um…"
"Roman!"
"Look, babe…I've been busy with the shows, I'm kind of main eventing now. I told you I'd get around to all that and I will, I promise you," He finished with a small shake to your hands.
You shook your head. "We can't wait! It has to be done now!" You were panicking and you didn't even know why. Could it be that weird feeling?
Roman took in your frazzled appearance and chuckled a little. Wrong move. "Chill honey." He moved to kiss you and you pulled back glaring at him.
"Don't you tell me to chill," You yelled.
You really don't know why you were picking a fight but here you were starting one of your two's epic showdowns.
"Ba-" Roman tried to warn you but you shook your head.
Once you got started…
"We have no time! I should have nested. I should have made sure everything was ok. Why didn't you let me make sure everything was ok," You snapped, poking Roman in his well sculpted chest. "Why did you have to be the overprotective fiancé? I'm not an invalid."
Roman sat there in silence, allowing you to poke him a couple more times before he grabbed your finger in his large palm, softly. "Excuse me for caring about my gorgeous wife to be," He said in light. "I only figured she'd like for her big strong man to take care of her," He droned.
"Don't you sass me," You exclaimed, throwing your hands up in exasperation.
Roman started at you once more in disbelief and you got mad about that. Everything was pissing you off right now. No matter how small and silly. You were uncomfortable and tired and…yeah that had to be it; you were just really uncomfortable and tired.
"You are a mess," He mumbled, his eyes widened immediately afterward and you went off the handle. You were pushing at him but opted to start poking him in the chest, knowing that annoyed him to no end. It would have been funny to the outside eye but to you two it was far from hilarious.
Roman glared at you and turned to walk away but you yelled after him. "Don't you turn away from me! I'm a mess huh? I'll show you a mess. We don't have shit done at the house!"
"Steph," He said lowly, shaking his head, his expression serious. "Enough…"
"Why aren't you taking this serious? What the hell is wrong with you?! You are-"
Roman turned on you so quickly you didn't have a chance to register anything but his face in yours. "Why are you acting like this girl? You already know I run a busy schedule but here you are nagging me right now."
"Nagging," You scoffed. "Nagging," You said again. "I'll show you nagging…"
Roman backed up, shaking his head. "You need to stop."
"Fuck you dude," Your feelings were off the charts as you felt another twinge. You saw Roman's eyes flash with something and knew you had messed up. You needed to slow your roll. "Roman-"You tried.
"Enough," He barked. You backed up a little at his tone and that was when everything you had been feeling made perfect sense.
It was like a pop and then you felt the gush of water.
You stared at Roman with wide eyes and he crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes at you. "What," He snapped.
"It's time," You whispered, your face going pale.
"What are you talking about Stephanie," Roman hissed.
"Babe." You gave a slow nod and Roman ever the stubborn one right alongside you, rolled his eyes and turned to walk away from you.
"Roman," You panicked. He swiveled, ready to snap. You had been picking on the poor guy all day but upon seeing your shaky profile his expression dropped.
"You mean…"
"I mean…"
"Right now…."
"Now, Roman."
"Steph…"
"It's too early!" You were on the verge of hyperventilating but Roman jumped to action grabbing you up quickly, along with your purse and small jacket.
"I can walk you know."
"I bet. We got everything," He asked.
"Grab a jacket just in case. It has been raining quite a bit."
"I'm good, as long as you have yours."
"Roman," You exclaimed.
"Why must you pick fights woman," He asked after exiting the room, both his and your jacket and your purse slung over a shoulder.
"I don't know! It's what I do," You huffed as you felt a mild contraction.
"You ok," Roman asked, stopping to study you.
"Keep walking," You bossed. "Matter of fact…let me down."
"Not a chance," Roman laughed, shaking his head. "I'm not putting you down until we get into that hospital. Just let me have this."
"Roman come on."
You two were nearly upon the door.
"Hush woman."
"Roman." Your voices became muffled as the door closed behind you two.
It started with an argument…