Chapter 39 – Coming Clean

Roman swallowed hard as he looked down at Amaya. His mouth was suddenly dry as were his lips. His tongue snaked out and wet both lips before he rolled them together. Roman's hands went back to his hips. "Pregnant?" He asked almost as if he wasn't sure he heard her correctly.

Amaya nodded nervously as she chewed her bottom lip.

So many things were running through Roman's mind.

Was it Seth's baby?

Was it his baby?

Would she keeping the baby?

Would she abort the baby?

He couldn't remember either of them ever not wearing condoms for this reason specifically. Neither one wanted to get her pregnant and then question whose baby it might be. "Should I even ask – I mean – do you have proof? Have you been to the doctor's yet?"

Amaya's head cocked to the side as she shook her head. "No Roman, I just started randomly puking and figured I've had the flu for the last few weeks." She rolled her eyes yet again as she walked over to her bag and pulled something out before she walked back over and handed it to Roman.

Roman's grey eyes scanned the picture. "This…" His eyes went back to her before they went back to the picture. "This is the baby?" He asked and then felt stupid because he was asking a question that he already knew the answer too.

Amaya stifled a laugh. "Yea Roman it's also known as an ultrasound picture." Amaya shook her head as she took the picture back and placed it back in her purse. "Why don't you go ahead and ask the questions that are burning a hole through your head right now. Because I know you are just dying to ask."

Roman smirked as she had her back to him. She was being short with him it was nice to see her hormones were messing with her. "Okay. Who's the father?"

Amaya kept her back to him as she swallowed. She'd counted the weeks on the calendar several times when she'd gone to the doctor's last week and they'd determined how far along she was. No one else was a possible candidate; there was only one man who she knew was 100% the father. "You are…"

"Whoa that was an awfully quick answer." Roman stated.

Amaya spun around as she locked eyes with Roman's grey orbs. "Do you think I've just sat by and did some kind of game to decide between you and Seth? You drew the biggest straw Roman congratulations you're the father dickhead."

Roman held up his hands. "Hey calm down, I know this isn't exactly a game right now. I just said you answered pretty quickly. I didn't mean anything by it. I wasn't expecting that answer; I don't know what I was expecting." Roman walked closer to Amaya. "How uh – how far along are you?"

Amaya swallowed as she looked up. "Ten weeks."

Roman started doing the math in his head. "Ten weeks." He already knew what she was going to say so he said it first. "Ten weeks ago, you were with me because Seth was going back and forth to Iowa getting ready for the reunion. We – We ran out of condoms. I thought you were on birth control?" He asked softly as everything started making sense.

Amaya nodded. "Roman I've been taking birth control since I was 15 to regulate my periods. Every one I've ever spoke to about it says if you want to have a baby you have to stop taking it for a good year or two before trying. I ran out of birth control and was out for two weeks and thought I'd be fine since it's been in my system practically my whole life. But apparently I was wrong. And I'm sorry about the whole mess."

Roman stepped closer as he watched her eyes drop to the floor. The tears slowly slid down her cheeks as he stepped even closer until he was an inch from her. His hand came out and lifted her head by her chin until her watery aqua filled eyes locked with his. "Do you seem to think I don't want you or the baby?"

"You haven't spoken to me in weeks Roman. I was trying to talk to you to make things right and you wouldn't say a word to me. You haven't even spoken to me since you've been home. I sat and listened as you talked and laughed with everyone under the sun even Seth and Dean, but still you said nothing to me. When I found out about the baby last week; I wasn't even sure if I should keep it because I couldn't get a word out of you edge wise." Amaya confessed as more tears streamed down her cheeks.

Roman sighed heavily. "I've been such an asshole I didn't even realize how badly I was alienating you." Roman stepped forward again as he gently ran his fingers through her soft hair. "I'm sorry Amaya. I need to tell you something; something I've been keeping from you for a while."

Amaya looked up as their eyes locked again."What is it?" She was somehow scared he was going to tell her he found himself another girlfriend and he didn't want her, but wanted the baby. She prepared herself for the worst as she closed her eyes.

Roman cupped her cheeks. "Open your eyes beautiful. I want you looking at me when I say this." He watched as her eyes fluttered open and were filled with uncertainty and fear. But fear from what he wasn't sure. Rejection: did she really believe he would reject her after she just told him she was pregnant with his baby? Roman couldn't help himself as he leaned down and kissed her lips softly. He groaned on contact. They were still so soft and supple and he could taste the mango lip gross and it nearly brought him to his knees.

Roman pulled back from her lips as her eyes fluttered open once more. "I love you Amaya." He breathed out against her lips. "I've been in love with you for a while."

"What's a while?" Amaya asked curiously.

Roman smirked. "Since before I met you." Roman chuckled as he watched her eyebrows bunch together. "The first night you walked out to the ring with Cena, I was sitting at my folk's house and then a few months later you guys showed up at FCW and we met face to face and you actually exchanged numbers with all of us and text up and talk to us until we made it to the main roster. As soon as Cena ran his mouth about your contracts it was my idea to get you to us; best decision I ever made."

"What?" She asked she asked in a soft and unbelieving tone. Her eyes widened slightly. "That's what you wanted to talk with me about isn't it? The night I broke things off with everyone; you wanted to tell me then didn't you?" He didn't have to answer she already knew the answer.

Roman nodded as his hands went from cupping her face to down her body over the curves over her pert ass to the back of her thighs as he lifted her and her legs wrapped around his waist. He carried her back into his room. He was a good thin he'd moved the tray from his bed as he set her on her feet and pulled her back as he sat on the foot of the bed again and pulled her to stand between his legs.

Roman lifted her t-shirt and unbuttoned her jeans and pulled the zipper down and slowly pulled her jeans down her long tanned legs. "My question to you is; are you trying to squish our kid in those jeans?" He asked as her hands went to his shoulders and she stepped out of them.

Amaya couldn't help as she giggled softly. "I wasn't squishing anyone Roman. Those jeans weren't even tight." She smiled as she watched him stand up in front of her. Roman shook his head pulled his t-shirt from his body. "Roman…"

"What beautiful?" His voice rumbled.

"I love you too Roman."

"Please tell me you're not messing with me." Roman stated. He lifted her chin and saw the truth in her eyes. "You really do don't you?"

Amaya nodded. "Yes I do. I have for a while Seth helped point that out to me. I just didn't realize it until after I separated myself from you and after you got hurt. I was really scared Roman. I don't know what I would've done had you not woke up."

"Do you know what I'm going to do right now?" Roman asked softly as he kissed along her jaw to the side of her sensitive neck.

"N-No…"

"I'm laying stake to my claim. Seth can't have you, Cena can't have you – No one can have you anymore. I'm done sharing you. I'm making you mine." Roman stated in a soft but firm tone before he captured her lips with his. He pulled her t-shirt up over her head as it joined her jeans and his shirt.

Amaya locked eyes with Roman once her t-shirt was gone. "Why did you share me with Seth in the first place?" She asked curiously.

Roman shook his head. "I was insecure about my feelings for you or how you'd feel about me. I knew all of us were friends, but I was sure you wouldn't agree to a relationship with me without Seth; that's why we decided to ask you into a three-way."

Amaya shook her head. "I guess we were both insecure. I didn't think you liked me as much as Seth did. I figured you were just along for the ride. I guess we were both stupid and should've just come clean."

He softly un-hooked her bra and let it fall from her shoulders down her arms. He stood behind her and palmed both of her breasts loving the way her nipples automatically responded to his touch.

"Careful big man; everything is a little more sensitive right now." Amaya softly moaned as her head tilted to the side when Roman's lips started kissing the side of her neck.

Roman chuckled against her sensitive flesh. "Oh I know beautiful and I'm about to test the waters to see just how sensitive you are." Roman's hand slid along her flat stomach as they breeched her black lace boy cut panties as the tip of his middle finger delved between her moist folds and brushed against her clit. He smirked as he felt her instantly drench as her body shivered against his. "Is that for me beautiful?"

Amaya nodded as she leaned back against his chest. She felt his cotton shorts covered erection rubbing against her backside as he kissed her shoulder and then let his lips and tongue trail down her spine as he squatted down he pulled her panties from her body, nipping each of her ass cheeks as he went; smirking once again as she moaned out audibly. As Roman stood back up his hands glided over her curves before shedding the rest of his clothing.

Amaya felt Roman walked around in front of her and when he stopped looking down at her she could than feel his erection as it was pressed against her lower abdomen. Roman gripped her hips as he guided her back and down onto his bed he crawled up her body placing random kisses in random places.

"Where's our baby Amaya?" Roman asked.

Amaya smiled softly as she reached out and took his hand and placed it on her lower abdomen. "Our baby is still pretty small." She pressed his hand into her skin. "Feel how hard my belly is?" She watched as he nodded. "That's our baby."

Roman leaned down and placed feather light kisses all over her lower abdomen before his eyes looked up and locked with her aqua eyes. "You do realize once I permanently make you mine, you're going to marry me, we are going to be a family and there's a good chance I'm going to keep your barefoot and pregnant for the rest of our lives." He watched as she smiled and nodded; clearly she was agreeing with him.

Roman proceeded to worship her body the way he should've always been worshiping it. Like a man; a man who was in love with this woman and her body, which was now carrying their child. Something they created together.