Roman searched through the whole house for Moxley, the stuffed rabbit that he had won for Dean at a carnival many years ago. At the moment, he was looking through the box that he had put all of the stuff that reminded him of Dean.

He showed Seth an old photo album, that had many pictures of him and Dean when they younger. Recalling all of those times that he had spent with Dean almost brought him to tears. He had shared many moments with him, created many memories with him, and wanted to create much more with him

.As him and Seth were looking through the pictures, Dean had woken up from his nap. He wasn't feeling sick anymore, and was well rested up. He wanted to explore his new home. He walked out of his room, and into the hallway. He wondered where Ro could be. He sniffed out his scent hoping to find him. After a little while of following his alpha's scent, he came upon Ro's room. He opened the door going inside.

The alpha's scent was more stronger in this room. He noticed on the bed, that there was a small, stuffed rabbit. He picked it up. It was old, ripped up a little, and had some dust on it. There was something very familiar about this rabbit. It reminded him of a memory that happened many years ago, when he was still only a pup...

Summer was almost over, they would be going to school soon. The carnival was in town, and Roman decided to take Dean to it before their vacation ended. They went by themselves, just the two of them. They went on most of the rides, even the roller coaster. Dean was afraid of going on it, but somehow Roman had convinced him to go on it with him. He held his hand throughout the whole ride, comforting him. To his surprise, Dean actually found himself enjoying it. When the ride was over he wanted to go on again.

After they had finally gotten off of the ride, and had finished eating, Roman checked the time, seeing that it was almost midnight. He and Dean needed to be home soon. His mother would flip if they didn't get home by 12 or 12:30. "Its getting late, Dean. We need to go home now."

The six year old pup's smile turned into a frown. "Can't we stay a bit longer? We didn't even get to go on the Ferris wheel."

"As much as I would love to stay a bit longer, we have to go. Mama will kill me if we're not back on time."

"B-but, you promised..."

"Promised what?"

"You don't remember..."

"Dean, tell me. What was it that I promised you?"

The younger pups eyes welled up with tears. He blinked a few times, so the oldest wouldn't know he was upset. "Y-you promised me...that you would win something for me tonight."

"Oh. Yes. Now I remember."

"But, you didn't...and now we have to leave..."

Roman bent down, stroking his hair. "I'm sorry Deano. We were so busy that I forgot all about that. I didn't mean to make you upset."

"Its okay..."

Roman hugged him, kissing his forehead. "Do you forgive me?"

Dean held back a sob. "I-I guess so..."

"Hmm...I have an idea. I'll make it up to you." He took Dean's hand, and led him over to an nearby bench, sitting him down upon it. "You wait here. I'll be right back."

"Wait! Roman, don't go! Don't leave me here by myself!"

"Don't worry. I promise I'll be back as soon as I can. Just wait here. Don't go anywhere, okay?"

"O-okay."

Roman let go of his hand, walking through the crowd of people, that was starting to get smaller. Almost everyone there was starting to leave. But he and Dean couldn't leave just yet. His mate was upset with him because he had broken his promise. He had to make it up to him.

He walked over to where the games were. Each one was closed, except one. The guy who was working there looked like he was closing up. Roman ran over to the stand, hoping he would make it in time. "Hey! Wait! Don't close up yet, please!"

The guy who was closing up looked over at the pup running towards his stand. "Hmm? What do you want?"

"I would like to play your game."

"Get lost! Scram! Can't you see I'm closing up here?"

"Please?"

"Listen, I'm tired, I'm hungry. So why don't you run off now?"

"I know, I'm sorry. But, all the games are closed, and yours is the only one that is still open. Please?"

"Fine. Give me five dollars."

Roman handed him the money. The guy then handed him nine darts, and told him that he needed to hit three balloons. He also told him that the targets moved very fast.

Roman missed the first couple of times. On his third try he had finally hit one of the balloons. He also hit another on his fourth try. His missed three more times after that, due to overconfidence.

"So, are you doing this to win a prize for yourself or someone special?"

"Someone special." Roman said, throwing another dart and missing again. "Shit."

"Such language for a young pup." The guy said, chuckling a bit. "You better concentrate really hard now if you want to win a prize for you girlfriend."

"The person who I am doing this for is my mate. I broke a promise to him."

"Wait? Aren't you a little too young to have a mate? How old are you? And your mate is a boy?"

"Yes. And I turned 11 a few months ago."

"Still too young. Hope you two aren't doing anything naughty with each other. Now enough chit chat. I would like to close up soon, you know?"

Roman stared down at the dart in his hand, and looked back up at the targets. He knew that if he didn't win this, Dean would be even more upset. 'I have to win this. For Dean. I must keep my promise to him.'

He threw the dart, hoping that it would hit its target. Luckily it did. The man grinned down at him. "Well, looks like you've won. Here's your prize."

He handed Roman a small, white rabbit, that had a red ribbon tied to it. Roman was so proud of himself. He knew that this would make Dean happy. He turned around, running back in the direction where he had left him.

Dean stood up, coming to the conclusion that Roman had left him. He figured that he didn't want to be with him anymore, because he was about to cry about something so stupid. He mentally kicked himself, regretting getting upset earlier.

He looked up at the crowd of people, hoping that one of these strangers would take him home. He wanted to be with his mom right now, even though she hardly paid him any attention, and was gone most of the time.

He quietly walked over to a young blonde lady, pulling on her dress once he was near her. "Ex-excuse me?"

The lady stared down at him with a disgusted look on her face. "What do you want?"

"C-could you t-take me home? My friend, he-"

She cut him off, kicking him away. "I don't have time for brats like you."

The frightened pup ran away from her. He wasn't looking where he was going, for he bumped into the leg of another stranger. "Hey! Watch where the hell you're going!" The man yelled at him.

"I-I want to...go home...c-could you take me ho-"

"Get lost, kid!"

The man's voice scared the timid pup, so he ran as far as he could from him. He ran until he made it back to the bench Roman had told him to stay at. He sat on it, curling his knees up to his chest. He sobbed into them, wishing that Roman hadn't left him here. He needed his mom. He needed Roman.

He felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up, seeing Roman looking down at him with a worried look on his face."Roman!"

"Dean, are you okay?"

"I thought you left me!"

"Why would you think that?"

"Because...I acted like such a big baby over something so stupid."

"Dean, you had every right to be upset with me." He said, scooping up the pup in his arms. "You should know I would never leave you. I care about you, Dean. You're my mate."

Dean clung onto his shirt, wanting to stay in his mate's arms forever. It felt good having Roman's arms around him.

Roman wiped away his tears. "You feeling better now?" Dean nodded his head. "Good, I have something for you." He held out the rabbit to him.

"Ro-roman...did you win that for me?"

"Of course." Roman said, smiling.

"Thank you." Dean took the rabbit from him, holding it close to him. "Thank you, Roman. I love it."

"You're welcome. Does it have a name?"

"Moxley. That's his name."

"That's a good name for him." Roman stood up, grabbing Dean's hand. "Come on."

"Are we going home?"

"Not yet. We're going on the Ferris wheel first."

"But won't your mama yell at you?"

"She will. But I want to make you happy tonight, and we haven't went on this ride yet."

The two pups headed over to the Ferris wheel. Luckily, they still had time before the ride closed down. They got on, sitting inside the gondola.

They both sat there in a comfortable silence. Roman had his arm wrapped around Dean's shoulder, while the younger pup snuggled up close to him."I had so fun much tonight. Thank you for bringing me here."

"You're welcome. Hey, look. We're at the top now."

Dean peaked over the gondola, staring out at the sight below him. "The view is amazing from up here."

"I know, it is. I think I can see my house from here."

Dean looked up, staring at the night sky above them. "The sky is so beautiful. We're so close to the stars Roman!"

"Yes, we are." Roman said, picking up one of the purple roses that was attached to the gondola. "And I know something...well...someone that is even more beautiful than the sky."

Dean turned to him. "Who?"

Roman brought his hand up to Dean's hair, placing the rose in it. Dean blushed, gazing into his mate's grey orbs. "You." The oldest stated simply. "You are more beautiful to me than anything in this world, Dean."

"Roman..." The blush on Dean's face grew deeper, as Roman leaned closer to him, their lips mere inches from each others.

"Can I kiss you?" Roman asked.

"Yes, you may."

Once given permission, he closed the gap between them, and brought their lips together. The kiss was slow, short, and sweet. When they pulled apart, stared back at each other, gazing into each others eyes.

"I love you, Dean Ambrose."

"I love you too, Roman Reigns."

Roman brought him closer to him, intertwining his hand with his. "My mate, my forever."

'My forever...'

Dean stared down at the rabbit he held in his hand, the memory of him and Roman coming back to him. It seemed so real...but he knew better...

He closed his eyes, trying to make himself forget. This wasn't good. He had been doing so well, the doctor had told him long ago, and now here he was. In the home of whatever alpha had bought him, and he was focusing on these memories again. He needed to push them away, to the back of his mind where they belonged.

He threw the rabbit back on the bed. He sat down on the bed, cradling his head in his hands. "Its just an old toy. Its not the rabbit I made up. Moxley isn't real. Roman isn't real...none of it is real..."

He looked up, a blank expression on his face. "My name is not Dean Ambrose...Its Jonathan. Jonathan Good."