Chapter 15 - Hands On Me

Jade eyes looked around the waiting room; Lizette sat next to Roman with her legs draped across his lap. She could feel his fingers softly moving up and down her calves while simultaneously scrolling through his phone to make sure Dean knew what happened.

Lizette was caught up in a game of Plants Vs. Zombies on her cell and trying to not be antsy about waiting in the hospital for Amora to come out and give her any kind of word on how Baron was doing.

It had been a couple of hours since Baron had been taken into the emergency room. Amora refused to leave his side for anything and when the nurse tried to make her leave she offered the 30 something nurse in the generic blue scrubs a free flying lesson out the nearest window...Thus ending the demand on her to leave.

"How do you think Amora's doing back there? I haven't heard her threaten anyone in a minute." Roman joked.

Lizette looked at Roman over the top of her cell while cracking a smile. "I'm sure if security had to be called we would've heard or seen something." She laughed softly. "You know this couch is pretty comfy."

Roman grumbled. "Speak for yourself Shorty." Roman reached up and rubbed the back of his neck. "This waiting room couch is made for you and your shorter people; us taller kind were not made to sit on these things."

"I'll make a deal with you." Lizette stated softly.

Roman perked up; semi curious what Lizette was going to say. "What'd you have in mind beautiful?"

"I'll give you a massage if you stay at my place tonight. I just don't feel like being in my apartment alone tonight for some reason. I know you've got your bags packed to go back on the road tomorrow and we can ride share to the airport. I don't think Amora is going to be leaving Baron this week." Lizette stated softly. She felt Roman's hand cover hers as she looked down and looked at his long fingers. She was tan from living in Florida but Roman was darker because of his Samoan heritage.

"Are you scared to go home alone; is something going on at your place Lizzy?" Roman asked; concern shining in his grey eyes.

Lizette sat up. "Gosh no; nothing like that. I just have days where I just don't want to go home alone."

Roman knew it was his fault that she felt that way; he wasn't sure how to rectify that yet, but he would do anything she asked.

Anything at all.

Roman leaned over as he wrapped his left arm around her body and gently lifted her off the place on the couch next to him and set her down on his lap as he wrapped both muscled arms around her. He enjoyed the fact that she leaned into him and rested her head against his chest as he buried his nose in the top of her head like always.

"This is nice."

"Yea it is."

Dark violet eyes watched as her boyfriend was wheeled back into the room the hospital had already assigned to him. He was awake but his eyes were droopy; no doubt the effects of the pain medication they had administered an hour ago.

"How are you doing babe?"

Amora looked at Baron as she scoffed. "You're the one in the hospital with a 12 inch gash across your forehead and you're asking me how I'm doing? Shouldn't that be the other way around?" She asked with a soft smile as she stood up from her uncomfortable ass numbing hospital chair and grabbed his hand.

Baron made a face. "This...?" He pointed to the white bandage protecting the 18 stitches he had closing the gaping wound on his forehead. "It's just a flesh wound." He blew it off as nothing.

Amora frowned as she leaned forwards and placed soft kisses along the white bandage. "Baby, this is anything but a flesh wound."

Baron shook his head as he moved over on the bed so Amora could sit down. "I was in the NFL babe I've had worse injuries on the field."

"Yes well you're not on the field now." Amora stated. She quickly stood from Baron's hospital bed when the door opened and the doctor walked in. "Okay What kind of time frame are we looking at doc?" She asked immediately.

Dr. Winters chuckled. "Amora one step at a time." He looked down at the chart and smiled. "Baron for someone who was attacked you only have one minor injury."

"Loss of blood is considered a minor injury?" Amora stated slightly appalled. "And what exactly is considered a severe injury?" She asked in a clipped tone.

"Babe..."

Amora felt Baron squeeze her hand slightly before pulling her back over to sit on the bed with him.

Dr. Winters chuckled once more. It was good to see a couple who was so worried about each other. Baron hadn't stopped asked about Amora and if she was okay and if she was alone in the waiting room. He was more worried about her than himself.

"I'll tell you right now whatever happened to him tonight he wasn't attacked; at least not the way you think he was. As far as I can tell he was strangled until he passed out and then he was cut open with a razor blade. It was precise cutting exactly 12 inches. There's not another scratch bump bruise or mark on him. We MRI'd him and cat scanned him and everything else we could and he's actually...healthy as a horse; with some minor blood loss. Just have him eat some beets or spinach to level up his iron count to make up for the blood he lost and he can still wrestle when WrestleMania comes around." Dr. Winters informed Amora who looked completely astonished.

"How long does he have to stay here?" Amora asked softly.

"He should be able to go home tomorrow; get the stitches removed in 10 days. Other than that Just make sure he rests for a couple of days." Dr. Winters stated as he shook Baron's hand and then Amora's before turning and leaving the room.

"I - um...I better go update Lizette and Roman. I'll be right back baby." She stated as she walked out. She couldn't have been happier that nothing physical was broken or sprained or pulled that could've easily ruined his career. Amora; like everyone else still couldn't comprehend what happened in that bathroom that night.

At this point she didn't want to either. She was just happen Baron would be going home the following morning. She would call Stephanie and Hunter and let them know she would not be joining everyone on the road that week and would be keeping Baron at her place.

He just might not be allowed to ever leave again either.

Gleaming blue eyes watched as his beautiful girlfriend was sitting in bed staring at her cell phone. Dean couldn't believe how tired he was; he was absolutely physical and mentally exhausted and knew with the two weeks left until WrestleMania it was going to get worse before it got better.

They had enjoyed their two days off in his Vegas place very much; most of which was spent naked and in the pool.

Dean pulled his black beater over his head and tossed it in his dirty laundry before he fell into the bed on top of the comforter. "Babe what are you doing?" His gravelly voice asked.

"Counting days." Jillian mumbled softly as she continued to count softly.

"Counting days...for what?" He asked with a quizzical look on his face.

Jesus Christ women do weird shit.

"I'm late..."

"Don't you mean it's late; you're not late for anything. Babe we don't go back on the road until tomorrow morning. I remembered to get our plane tickets and our rental squared away. With Baron and Amora staying off the road this week; we were able to get a slightly smaller SUV with Roman and Lizzy." Dean explained.

"Dean..." Jillian looked over and watched as his beautiful blue orbs snapped up to her face and she finally had his full attention. "I'm late...my period it's late."

"I'm confused. What do you mean late?" Dean sat up and looked at Jillian. "As in late-late?" His blue eyes ventured down her body as it landed on her flat stomach.

Jillian glared at Dean. "Oh for Christ sake! My boobs are tender and I physically cringe every time your mouth goes near them. Just thinking about food makes me want to puke buckets full. I'm never late. Always on time. Friday by noon; it never fails." Jillian took a deep breath. "I'm 3 weeks late!"

"Shouldn't you have known if you were late - oh say...THREE WEEKS AGO?! Misses Always on time!" Dean pointed out rather roughly.

"Oh I'm sorry the fact that I've been working my ass off for the biggest professional wrestling company in the world because the biggest fuckin wrestling event of the year or don't you remember you're going to be in a match?" Jillian pointed out. "I realize this is not the best time to point it out, but I just...I just remembered I haven't had it." Jillian ran out of steam.

"Well you are damn right about this not being the best time. And no sweetheart I didn't forget about my match. I never forget any match I wrestle in. I've been in more than anyone else in this company." Dean ran his fingers through his auburn-blonde curls as he sighed heavily. "Should I be worried about someone calling me daddy in the near future?"

"Nothing is certain right now. I might be late because of the stress from getting the scripts ready for WrestleMania. Stephanie and Hunter have been putting a shit load of pressure on the entire writing team. At this point I don't know if someone is going to be calling us mommy or daddy yet because I just want to focus on the next two weeks and getting past WrestleMania."

Dean raised an eyebrow. "So you want to wait for two weeks; until after WrestleMania to find out if there is something to worry about."

"No, I'd rather get through the next two weeks and worry about it once the biggest pay per view our company has every year is over. Is that understandable or not?" Jillian asked.

Dean's combed his fingers through his curls forward and backwards a couple of times as he finally nodded. "Yea sure. Whatever you think is best."

Jillian moved down in the bed as Dean climbed back into bed and watched as she reached over and clicked the lights off. Dean stared at her back for 20 minutes before he reached out and wrapped her in his arms; her hands covered his.

For now they would just hold off on finding any surprises that would turn their lives upside down.

For now they would just be calm and be themselves.

For now they would just be Jillian and Dean; not potential mommy and daddy.

Lizette and Roman pulled up to her apartment and exited the vehicle. Lizette had driven Amora's car to the hospital and Roman had followed.

"I'm really glad Baron is going to be okay." Lizette stated as she unlocked her front door as they walked in. She watched as Roman closed and re-locked her front door. "Amora would've been a wreck if it would've been more serious. I would've been spending the night at the hospital with her."

Roman chuckled as he sat down on Lizette's couch with a groan. "Yea, then we'd both be spending the night at the hospital."

"You'd stay with us?" Lizette asked softly as she plopped down onto the couch next to Roman.

"Of course I would; where else would I be?" Roman stated honestly as he looked over at Lizzy and winked at her.

Lizette reached over and rubbed Roman's right tattooed forearm. "Hey I made a deal with you. You ready to collect?" She asked with a smirk on her lips.

"Oh yea..." Roman nodded. He watched as she stood up and turned the TV on for back ground noise before she grabbed the throw blanket off the back of the couch and laid it on the floor and then tosses a couple of pillows on the floor.

Lizette watched as Roman sat forward and peeled his t-shirt off before tossing it to the end of the couch; before he kicked off his sneakers and then slid off the couch and onto his knees on the floor.

Roman looked over and saw Lizzy kicked off her shoes as she walked over and joined him on the blanket. She rubbed his tattooed shoulder before squeezing it softly. "Lay down on your stomach." She requested. He moved around a little and then laid down as she had told him.

Lizette stepped one foot over Roman's body and then slowly lowered herself down and sat her rear end on Roman's butt. Her fingertips started to dance across his naked back. Roman groaned softly as she continued to let her fingers do the communicating with his body.

He always did love it when she would give him massages. When the heels of her hands pushed against the small of his back before slowly sliding up his spine.

He was in HEAVEN!

Roman couldn't have been any happier if they just went back to the uncomfortable couch at the hospital. At least she was spending time with him and talking to him and enjoying his company. When she asked him to come stay with her for the night he honestly wasn't expecting anything out of the deal. He would've been here in two seconds.

Roman groaned once more as her small hands began to REALLY do a deep tissue massage on his shoulders and trapeze muscles. The act that her ass was against his was actually quite a turn on to him and he wasn't even sure why. It wasn't as if they were locked in some intimate position. She was just giving him a massage.

Lizette reached up and pulled the elastic band from his long raven tresses. She loved his hair, loved touching it and smelling it; it always smelled good. She could get lost in those natural raven curls.

Roman moaned as her nimble fingers gently massaged his scalp.

Jesus Christ this woman knew how to use her hands.

Roman slowly and carefully rolled over as Lizette stayed straddled across his pelvis now. His eyes locked with her jade orbs as her hands gently began massaging his chest and up to his collar bones and the front of his trapeze muscles before sliding down his chest to his sides, abs and stomach.

He knew her eyes were eating up all the naked flesh on his body that he was presenting to her right now. She loved him shirtless. He felt his dick jump in his jeans when her index fingernail on her left hand started tracing his tattoo on his right pectoral. He knew she felt it too. He couldn't help it though. It was an honest reaction.

Roman sat up as he carefully moved her legs to wrap around his waist as they remained seated on the floor. His stormy grey eyes locking with her jade once more before he cupped her face. "I love the feeling of your hands on me."

Lizette was about to agree with Roman's statement but she was cut short as he leaned down slightly and captured her lips.