Chapter 38 – Now You Care

Amaya was sitting quietly as she watched the doctor check over Roman. Seth woke her up at 3 AM when Roman opened his eyes. She stayed on the spare bed as Seth sat next to her and her head was resting against his shoulder.

"Mr. Reigns, we are very happy that you've finally woke up. How are you feeling?" Dr. Jensen asked while shining his pin light in Roman's eyes.

Roman flinched from the bright light and swallowed hard, he drank a couple of cups of water and he still felt like he swallowed a cup of sand. "My head is pounding and I feel like I was hit by a semi."

Dr. Jensen nodded. "That's normal since you've been unconscious for two weeks. What's the last thing you remember Mr. Reigns?"

Roman shook his head slowly. "I got my ass handed to me by my idiot twin cousins; everything after that is a bit fuzzy."

"Well you were apparently double clotheslined so hard when you tipped out of the ring over the top rope you fell back and conked your noggin on the announcers table and moved it 6 inches. You're head snapped forwards and gave you whiplash and when your head hit the table it gave you a concussion. The brain swelling stopped and clearly the swelling reduced because you woke up. We will more than likely release you in a couple of days, but you will be on medical leave for at least another two weeks." Dr. Jensen advised.

Roman groaned. "Another two weeks? Damn."

Seth shook his head. "Don't argue with the doctor man. He's the one who's been taking care of you since you were admitted."

Roman scrubbed a hand down his face as he nodded, slightly frustrated. He really didn't want to be out of action for another two weeks since he'd literally spent two weeks unconscious. "You're right. I would never go against a doctor's orders. Now I just have one question for you."

Seth nodded. "Hit me big man."

"What the hell is she doing here?" Roman asked as he pointed towards Amaya; his irritation clearly showing.

Amaya rolled her eyes. "Why did I even think that me sitting here for the last two weeks worried about him would change anything." Amaya hopped off the bed as she turned and faced Roman. "You know something Roman; I'm here because I was worried about you. Because I watched you get hurt. And I will tell you something right now, when they release you - you have to make a decision my house or yours because Stephanie wants me to stay with you for the next two weeks to keep an eye on you. You've still got a concussion and you've still got whiplash and you're going to have balance issues when you walk and I'm not going to let you be stubborn and try to help yourself when you could fall and crack your fuckin skull open and get hurt worse."

Roman was shaking his head no trying to argue with her. "Sit there and shake your head all you want. But you should know by now whatever Stephanie wants; Stephanie gets. So suck it up and start thinking about it because whether you like it or not you're spending the next two weeks with me; you just get to decide if you want to be in your own home in Pensacola or in mine in St. Andrew's Bay." Amaya grabbed her purse as she walked out of Roman's hospital room slamming the door as she went.

Seth shook his head. "Man I really wish you wouldn't have done that."

Roman growled. "Why the hell was she here? She didn't give a shit about me when she broke things off; why would she suddenly be worried about me now?"

Seth scowled. "Bro you were unconscious for 2 WEEKS. Not 2 hours or 2 days but two weeks man. She stayed here by your side since the first second you were admitted and put in this room. She only slept every three or four days because she didn't want to miss you waking up. And she's fuckin in love with you; you jack ass."

Seth raked his fingers through his hair as he looked up at Roman and shook his head. "I can't believe you were just a complete dick to her. You're the one who said you were in love with her. You either want her in your life or you don't. You need to make up your mind. I fully understand why you are hurting and why you are so upset with her. But eventually you're going to have to forgive her and if you keep being a dick to her she's not going to want your forgiveness."

Roman just shook his head. "There's no way the two of us can be by ourselves for the next two weeks. We'll kill each other."

Seth chuckled. "Yea well you better figure out a way buddy because Stephanie already appointed her as your nurse so you better get used to the idea really quick." Seth knew Roman was either going to be a dick to Amaya for the next two weeks or he would see those tears of hers and fold like a cheap suit; either way he was on Amaya's side.

Amaya stood in the doorway and watched as Roman lay on his side in his bed in a deep sleep. They'd been in Pensacola for 3 days now, he wouldn't speak a word to her if she wanted an answer she got head nods for yes or a head shakes for no. She felt as if she was dealing with a mute child; except she heard him laughing and chuckling on the phone when his mom, dad or one of his siblings would call. She wanted to slap the holy hell right out of him, but knew it would do nothing but poke the sleeping bear lying within him.

She walked further into the room and set down a tray. He'd been napping a lot and she knew it was just because his head was hurting him so badly because of the concussion and whiplash; it was like a double whammy. She leaned over and ran her fingers through his soft hair. "Roman, wake up. C'mon big man, It's time for lunch."

Roman was actually already awake; the second she opened his bedroom door and felt her aqua eyes on him. He could smell the soup she made from scratch because she'd refused to feed him that 'canned crap' as she put it. He remembered waiting until she left hiss room before he chuckled at her. He couldn't believe he wouldn't say a word to her and she still went down and made homemade soup. The smell was crazy good and went through his whole house and into his room.

Roman opened his eyes as he slowly sat up and watched as she put the tray across his lap carefully. He looked down and saw the chicken noodle goodness in the bowl and could tell immediately it really wasn't canned. He was actually surprised to see the jar of peanut butter on the tray with a sleeve of ritz crackers which were his favorite when he ate soup.

Amaya grabbed the jar of peanut butter and opened it and a whiff of the normally mouth water spread would have her sticking her finger in it to eat some but she swallowed hard as her mouth went suddenly dry before she placed the jar back on the tray as she ran from Roman's room and into her room barely making it to the bathroom and hit her knees throwing up her stomach's contents.

Amaya stood up and flushed the toilet. She pulled her hair to the side as she leaned over the sink and sipped water from the faucet rinsing her mouth a couple of times; before patting it dry with a hand towel as she opened the bathroom door and was met with actually concerned grey eyes. The same grey eyes she was in love with.

Roman was sitting on the end of her bed in his black cotton shorts and dark red t-shirt. His hair was pulled back into a low tail at the nape of his neck. His arms were cross over his chest and his feet were bare. Roman stood from the bed. "Are you okay?" He asked gruffly.

"Now you care?" Amaya snapped. "Never mind, I'm solid, go eat." Amaya rolled her eyes as she started to walk past him when a large hand on her arm stopped her and pulled her around to face him.

"I never said I didn't care." Roman stated; his deep voice resonating around the room.

Amaya frowned. "You got a funny way of showing it."

Roman shook his head. "What did you expect Amaya? You broke up with me when I wasn't even the one that hurt you. You know without a shadow of a doubt that I'd never hurt you the way Seth did. I was the idiot who came for you after he'd hurt you. I was the one who held you while you cried. Yet I'm the one who got dumped on."

Amaya shook her head. "I know you'd never hurt me Roman. But at one point I was sure that Seth would never hurt me either and he did; I was just waiting for the bubble to burst. And instead of it bursting I popped it myself."

Amaya paced slight in front of Roman. "I know I made a mistake when I let you go but I was scared that it would happen again and I was hurting; I needed time to think and heal and you didn't want to give that to me. You just wanted me to be happy with you and I was but I wasn't happy enough to not cry and how are you supposed to be happy with me if I was crying all the time? It wasn't healthy for me and it wouldn't have done a hell of a lot of good for you."

Roman nodded. "I understand you were hurt. I just wanted you to give me a chance. I wanted to talk to you that night if you remember. But I understand that you had to handle talking with Seth first, I was just completely railroaded when you said you needed to break ties with both of us. I had something I needed to talk to you about that night and I just felt like you were blowing me off."

Amaya nodded. "I know. I'm so sorry Roman. I didn't mean to hurt you. It was never my intention to hurt you." She was still feeling a little queasy. Roman had started to say something else when she held up her hand and walked back into the bathroom and threw up again. She felt Roman come in behind her and gathered her caramel colored hair in one hand as his free hand was gently rubbing her back.

Roman watched as she threw up for the second time before she flushed the toilet and rinsed her mouth once again. He followed her out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom. "You love peanut butter. You got me hooked on God forsaken peanut butter flavored ice cream. Now tell me what's going on?"

Amaya shook her head. "Guess I just don't feel good." Boy was she a terrible liar.

Roman shook his head as he stepped up and softly placed his lips against her forehead checking her for a fever. "I don't know why you insist on lying to me. You don't have a fever so what is it. Just tell me Amaya."

Amaya inhaled deeply as her eyes looked up and danced between his grey orbs. She swallowed hard.

"I'm pregnant."