The Wedding

"Do I look ok?" You asked smoothing out your simple black dress. You wondered if it was too sexy for a wedding. You knew you weren't going to upstage Naomi but you didn't want anyone to say anything.

"You look fine. It'll be ok. Stop worrying." Roman adjusted his tie in the rearview mirror and made sure any stray hairs were kept in place.

"Ro, I'm fucking meeting your family. I'm scared."

"You've already met the twins. Now it's just a little bit more Samoans and Naomi's family. She's more nervous than you I'm sure. She's the one getting married." Roman replied.

"Yeah i know but...ooh Jesus...It's too much!"

Roman wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close.

"Baby, seriously. Relax. We're gonna go in, watch a boring ass ceremony, eat and then dance at the reception. It'll be alright."

You laid your head against his chest and breathed in his cologne. He did look amazingly sexy in his all black suit and his hair slicked back into a nice ponytail. You placed a kiss on his neck and caressed his face.

"Hmm, don't get me started. We need to go inside and get our seats."

"Just a few more seconds." you said before pressing your lips to his. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against him. His lips were a little feverish like his tongue, pushing into your mouth with heated force. A groan escaped you just as he pulled away.

He smirked and unlocked the door. "Let's go, girl."

You opened the door and slipped out, balancing yourself against the car so you wouldn't trip on your heels. "Roman, get over here and help me walk. I hate these damn things."

He laughed as he took your arms in his. "Why did you wear them then?"

"I can't wear combat boots to a wedding! Besides...all those other Diva's will be looking good so I wanted to look good too."

"You look damn good, baby."

You couldn't help but hold your head up high as you walked into the venue with Roman by your side. Love songs played as the family sat at their respective tables and waited for the bride and groom to make their way down the aisle. Roman picked up the placecard that had his name on it and lead you to the table. You were surrounded by family members you didn't know, but they looked like some of Roman's relatives. They greeted you kindly and you returned the favor as you sat down.

"I'm going to go look for Jey, ok? I'll be right back I promise."

Before you could beg Roman not to leave he walked across the tiled floor to visit his cousin. You held in your groan as you looked around at the family members surrounding you. You bounced your leg nervously, waiting for Roman to return but he was too busy laughing and mingling. Your phone vibrated, which you were thankful for. It gave you something to do. It was a text message from Seth. You opened it and saw that it was a picture.

You made sure no one was looking around when you opened the image. Sure enough, Seth was sprawled out on the bed a scrumptious picture of his abs with just a bit of pubic hair peeking from the bottom of the photo. You bit your lip to stifle the giggle that was bubbling in your throat.

Nice abs, did your crossfit today? you texted.

A few minutes passed before you got a response. You swiped your finger across the screen and looked at the message. I miss you.

Aww! You quickly texted back I miss you too and hit send but when you saw the contact name you realized it wasn't Seth. "Oh fuck..."

"What's wrong?" Roman said when he finally returned to sit by your side.

"Um...I...shit. I guess I should just be honest. Something really bad just happened."

"What do you mean?" He asked, taking your hand in his. You could tell he was trying to reassure you but there was worry beginning to spark in his eyes.

"Well Seth texted me and so I texted him back. And then i got another message that said 'I miss you.' Without looking i said 'I miss you, too.' But when i looked at the name it wasn't Seth." you said softly.

Roman squeezed your hand and lowered his gaze. "Then who was it?"

"Roman, I'm so sorry. It really was a mistake. I should've-"

"Who was it?" He asked again. His grip on your hand became tighter, almost to the point of pain.

"My...my ex. He hasn't texted me in like a year. I don't know why he did it today!"

"Why do you still have his number then?"

You sighed. "Because Ro, he's the one that helped me get my foot in the door. He would show me a few moves here and there but I met him when he was talking a break from wrestling and when I was going to college in North Carolina."

"Wait, he's a wrestler? Who is it?" Roman's tried to keep his voice down but a few people were starting to notice how loud he was becoming. You opened your mouth to tell him the name when the wedding march began playing. Everyone rose to their feet and watched as the wedding party walked down the aisle. You looked up at Roman who wasn't too happy but he put on a smile anyway. You squeezed his hand as hard as you could, hoping he wouldn't be too upset.

The third glass of champagne was really hitting the spot. You hadn't heard from your ex since the last text that he sent you. You thought maybe it was a mistake on his part too, or maybe he was drunk or high again. Last time you heard from him he had been sober for a few months but he was always battling his demons. You didn't have the heart to exactly tell him that texting him 'I miss you, too' was a mistake but would certainly bring it up if he ever texted you back. Now whenever Seth responded to you, you would make sure to check if it was him before saying anything. Roman had seemed to almost forget the incident. He was busy mingling with his giant family, smiling and having fun. You had stayed away from the dance floor for most of the night but he came over to change that.

"C'mon, you've got to do the Cha Cha Slide with us." He said, tugging you from your seat.

"Oh my god, no Ro. I don't wanna dance!Not in front of your family. They'll think I'm a hoochie!"

"Girl, you came to a Black-Samoan wedding. You're surrounded by hoochies." He pulled you by his side and did the steps as the song commanded. His mood had seemed to improve so you stopped worrying so much and danced along with him. He looked too damn cute shuffling and grooving to the beat. You couldn't help but enjoy yourself.

When you finally tired yourself from all the upbeat dancing, the DJ played a slow song. Everyone made room for Naomi and Jimmy to take the center of the dance floor. A few couples paired up around them and began dancing close. You looked at Roman. "Well?"

"You're making me relive prom night, giving me butterflies just asking you to dance."

You smiled and fell into his strong arms. "Shut up, stupid."

He wrapped his arms around you and swayed from side to side. Closing your eyes, you felt for a moment that you were in the center of the room with no one but Roman. You even dared to picture yourself in a wedding dress. You thought about how your name would sound with Anoa'i at the end. It was different and maybe not the best option but you would love to have his name...or would your new last name be Lopez?

"What you thinking about, baby?" He whispered into your ear.

"I thought about what I would look like in a wedding dress and how my name would sound if it had Anoa'i or Lopez at the end of it..."

Roman's body stiffened for a moment. "That's a lot to be thinking about right now."

"I know. I'm not exactly ready but the thought was nice for a moment. A fantasy i guess..."

He placed his finger under your chin and lifted your head so you could look into his grey-blue stare. "I would make all your fantasies come true. I promise you that."

Your heart felt like it was going to explode at that moment. Heat flushed across your cheeks and you struggled to form a response. Instead Roman sealed his promise with a slow kiss that turned your body into jelly. The song faded into nothing as the crowd clapped for the newlyweds. You wrapped your arms around Roman's neck and pressed your forehead to his.

"You want to take a break from dancing?" He asked softly.

"Yeah...my feet are killing me and I need another drink." You stepped down from your heels and scooped them up. Both you and Roman made your way to the bar and he ordered you a drink. You checked your phone again to see a missed call.

"Jeff? As in...Jeff Hardy?" Roman asked as he looked over your shoulder. You stared at your lap, almost ashamed.

"Yeah, Jeff Hardy. We broke up when he got arrested for possession. It's been awhile Ro."

"Huh..." was his only response. He sipped his whiskey and leaned against the bar. "You need to talk to Seth about this."

"I know." You rubbed you hand across his back slowly. "I promise you it's nothing to worry about. You two have my heart. And only you two."

He looked over at you. "I know. You belong to me...to us. I'm not going to let you go. You're too good for me to let you go."

"Roman if you keep saying this things your going to make my heart explode. Like, it...it's just making me feel really...I haven't felt this way in awhile." you confessed.

"I love you."

Your whole world stopped for a moment. Those three little words lingering in the air, wrapping around you and filling you with such warmth. He seemed to be waiting for your response, swallowing back a lump of nerves. "I love you too Roman."

Suddenly someone grabbed onto your arm and pulled you away from the bar. "Roman, I'm going to borrow her for a second!" Naomi said.

"What? Naomi?!" you said, surprised.

"I know we don't really talk a lot but I'm getting all the Diva's together for a dance. i want you to dance with us."

"Oh um...' You looked back at Roman who urged you on. "Ok, let's dance!"

A/N: Drama requested, drama received :)