Chapter 2 - What Would Happen...
"BRADEN, ODYN, AND MAXIMOS, IF YOU ARE NOT DOWN HERE IN 2 MINUTES YOU CAN RIDE THE BUS TO SCHOOL!"
A giggle brought the deep blue eyes that were looking at the ceiling down to the little girls whose blue eyes matched her own. Ayana smirked. "What are you laughing at little girl?"
A giggle erupted once more when her mother reached across the kitchen island and tapped her on the nose as she was eating her breakfast. "Finished mommy."
"Finished?" Ayana questioned as she watched her daughter nodded; She lifted the young girl from the stool and placer her on her feet. "Go get your sneakers on sweetie." She watched as her daughter squealed and then tore through the house as her raven curled pigtails bounced all over the place. Ayana shook her head before she heard 3 sets of feet scampering around upstairs before they came trucking down the stairs and slid to a stop in the kitchen. As she squinted her eyes at them skeptically. "Really gentlemen?"
"Sorry Mom!" Braden said with a smile. His dark raven hair and grey eyes reminded her so much of Roman. She couldn't believe he was already eleven. It seemed like years ago when she told Roman about her pregnancy their first year of college. The son that almost wasn't. She was glad Roman stopped her; she knew now she wouldn't have gone through with the abortion.
Odyn stepped up as he took a piece of buttered toast from his mother. "You think dad will be home today; I mean you don't think he'll miss the hockey game will he mom?"
Ayana smiled down as she leaned over and kissed his forehead. "I'm sure nothing will stop him from being here." She chuckled as all three threw their fists in the air with a resounding 'YES!' that followed. Her boys loved watching Hockey with their father any night he was home; it was something they could all watch together and bond over.
It had started a few years ago after Max was born. Roman would take the boys into the den and sit with them and turn whatever they wanted to on and also keep Max with him to give Ayana some time to herself so she could think or go grocery shopping alone - whatever she wanted to do really.
There was enough testosterone in the house to power the whole city of Pensacola. Which was why they were so happy when Samaria was born. Roman had never been so happy to finally have a little girl. It only took four tries, but Roman couldn't believe how beautiful she was and how much she reminded him of Ayana; she was Ayana's mini-me - at least that's what Roman called her.
"Do you think he'll be home in time to read to me?" A sweet angelic voice asked before Ayana's t-shirt got tugged on.
Ayana smiled down at Samaria before she squatted down to be eye level with her youngest of her and Roman's growing brood. "When daddy's home, doesn't he always read to you before bed?" She asked the quiet five year old. She watched her nod. "Okay then you already know daddy wouldn't disappoint you. If all the timing is right daddy should be home by the time I pick you up from kindergarten baby."
Ayana stood up as she grabbed her purse and Chevy Tahoe keys. "Okay you guys let's get going. I don't want you late for school." She got them all out the door with their backpacks. Braden made sure Samaria and Max were strapped into their car seats. Max was still on the small side to not be in a car seat and so was Samaria. Braden also made sure Odyn got his seat belt on properly before he climbed into the front seats with his mom.
It took a good 20 minutes but she got Samaria dropped off at Kindergarten, Max let off at 2nd grade and Odyn at 4th leaving Braden at 6th. Surprisingly enough all the schools were within a block of each other. Braden would walk to each school and grab his brothers before heading to the kindergarten and meeting their mom there with Samaria.
Ayana couldn't believe it had been 11 years since she had Roman had been married. The weekend she'd found out she was pregnant with Braden; Roman was adamant about them getting married. He wanted them to be a family before Braden came into the world. They married the following weekend in his parents backyard, much to the dismay of her parents who had tried to insist she abort 'the little bastard' she was carrying.
Ayana was heartbroken at the way her parents had so easily pushed her and their grandbaby away, but at the same time she and Roman had expected it. Roman's parents took one look at Ayana's parents and the way they had behaved and they immediately took her into their family and helped fill the void that was left when her parents walked away from her so callously.
As if that wasn't rough enough, two years later after she'd had Odyn they tried to have Braden and Odyn put into the foster care system. They had called Child Protective Services and told them a pack of lies that could've made any priest burst into flames; saying Roman was beating Ayana and she was a terrible mother. At the same time they tried convincing Ayana if she just gave up the boys they'd help her get divorced and take her back into the family.
That was a darker time and Ayana vowed to never speak to them again. Almost losing everything in her life including Roman because at one point CPS had brought the cops and arrested Roman thinking he was really abusive towards her. All because she'd had a bruise on her upper arm from walking into a door handle.
She was tired that night because Odyn wasn't sleeping and she'd literally stayed up all night walking the apartment floors; he'd finally went to bed at 5 am - she'd been so tired she put him in his crib and was backing out of his room and ran into the door knob with her arm. It turned a nice purple and blue color.
They kept Roman for one night until she was able to convince them that Roman would NEVER lay a hand on her and then found out it had been her parents who orchestrated all of it.
Her parents were actually fined heavily and did ten days in jail a piece for falsifying reports.
Ayana hadn't spoken to them since.
Serious eyes looked up at the condo as she hit the alarm on her Tahoe and made sure it was locked as she made her way to the front door before she lifted her fist and knocked three times.
She had gotten to know the man in the condo over the last 5 months. They had met by chance really. She had been able to get her husband to watch the kids so she could go for a peaceful quiet walk around the neighborhood and he'd been out jogging and accidentally ran into her. For the next few weeks every time she was out for her walk; he was out jogging and would say hi. One thing led to another and soon they were meeting in secret places and before long she was going to his condo.
The front door opened and pale blue eyes looked back at her before a smirk slid across his handsome face. She smiled at him and he reached out and yanked her into his condo, before he kicked the front door closed and then slammed her back against the back of the door as his lips crashed into hers.
Her fingers delved into his chin length chocolate brown hair. It might have been a little long and shaggy but there was something about his hair that made her want to run her fingers through it; bring the intimacy to a new level between them. She could feel his hands all over her body. She craved to be touched and felt and kissed and everything under the sun. She felt him lift her off the floor as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her through the condo until they wound up in his room.
He let her slide down his body before he slowly knelt down in front of her and relieved her of her sneakers, socks and then peeled her jeans off her curvy tanned thighs. Her red lace boycut panties did her cute ass and curvy thighs some good.
Red was definitely his new favorite color on her.
His lips and tongue skittered up her left knee and thigh and then moved over to the right leg. He stood from his spot on the floor as he slid her t-shirt up and off her torso; he groaned softly as the red lacey bra matched her panties.
Definitely his favorite color on her by far!
Her hands started pulling at the form fitting t-shirt as she pulled it from his magnificent body. He was 5'11" and almost 220lbs of beautiful sculpted muscle. He had a light smattering of hair on his chest and down across his abs and of course the happy trail that led to the waistband of his jeans. His fingernails crossed his pebble nipples and she smirked as he sucked in a breath.
His pale eyes watched as the tip of her tongue came out and slid down his chest, across his six pack abs as she kissed around his navel; all the while her hands were making quick work of his jeans before they dropped around his ankles. He knew she enjoyed him going commando. He groaned again when the tip of her tongue circled the head of his dick.
"Oh no you don't!" He stated in a final tone. "You got what you wanted last time...It's my turn beautiful."
He hooked his index knuckled under her chin before he pulled her back to her feet in front of him. Within two seconds he did a half turn and he gently laid her on the bed. He crawled up the bed as he zeroed in on what he wanted. "Thighs apart baby."
Her whole body broke out in head to toe chills as he let the scruff on his cheeks and chin brushed against her thighs before he stopped looking at her freshly waxed mound before his tongue slowly slipped between her slick folds. The moan slipped from his lips as he tasted her for what felt like was the first time ever; even though it wasn't. He could sit in bed and eat her pussy until her body ran dry, but eventually he was going to want to give her the fucking of a lifetime. He was pretty sure she wanted it as well.
Her legs draped over his shoulders as both of her hands delved into his hair as she held him in place just savoring the first touch of his tongue on her clit. It made her want him even more. She moaned as she felt two of his fingers slide deep in her tight channel and her fingers tightened in his hair.
She watched as he pulled his fingers from her body before he cleaned them with his tongue. "Mmmmm you are so wet beautiful - is that all for me?" She couldn't even answer him as his fingers pushed back inside of her core as she nodded and moaned again as she felt his fingers curl up and hit her g-spot before his tongue went back to circling her hard nub.
She was going to completely lose her fucking mind.
And he was going to enjoy every minute of it when she did.
His fingers and tongue set up the rhythm. She squealed out when he brushed his chin scruff against her sensitive pussy lips. He knew she was close. She was VERY close. "Cum for me baby. Let me feast on you." His deep Georgia accent ran in her ears. It was all she could hear; until he sucked on her nub once more and she screamed out his name to the heaven's above as she started cumming in his mouth.
He didn't DARE waste a drop of her essences. He would take it to work with him if he could just figure out how to bottle it up. Once he finished having his fill he crawled up her body and kissed her lips; letting her taste herself on his lips and tongue.
He laid down beside her so she could rest a minute while she reached over and grabbed a condom off the nightstand as she smirked while rolling it on his hardened erection. "You already ready for the next step huh?" He chuckled slightly when she groaned softly she he pressed his lips against hers. He pulled her on top of his body as she sat straddled on his lap he sat up and devoured her lips with his once more. His warm lips left moist kisses on her neck and throat as he kissed down and across to her ear. "How much time do we have left?" She let out a breath she'd been holding. It was just the effect he had on her body. Ever since the first time, every time was a thousand times more intense and insanely orgasmic for the two of them.
She looked at the clock on the nightstand, but before she even had a chance to respond or move, he was sitting on the edge of the bed; he pulled her to sit down as he slowly entered her at the same time, pulling her back tight against his chest, one of his arms was locked around her waist as her hand was laced with his fingers against her stomach, and her other arm was up and her fingers were weaved and locked into place in his thick hair as his lips trailed down her neck again and he slowly began to move her up and down his length.
The friction, angle and depth of his penetration was making them both ready to come unhinged in a matter of seconds. Her thighs flexed and helped move her lower half up and down the length of his erection, making both of their heads swim as they felt like they were both about to drown.
"Cum for me again baby." He begged.
As fast as it had begun it was over as they were both biting back cries of pleasure when they both felt the ecstasy rush over them as their bodies found the releases they were seeking. As he wrapped her into his arms when she slumped against him; kissing her ear lobe, "You're going to be the death of me."
She chuckled, "You started it."
He couldn't help laugh with her...Because she was definitely right - he definitely started it.
He watched as she scrambled around to get dressed as he discarded the used condom and pulled his jeans on. He walked her to the front door as always but caught her lips in a passionate kiss to leave her something to remember him by. "Until next time?"
"Definitely."
He watched as she walked over to her vehicle and left. He couldn't believe that Ayana Reigns had such an amazing body for a woman who had 4 children. And at the same time he had to wonder how Roman Reigns lost his touch with her...literally.
Back to reality.
The kids were hungry and when she pulled into the drive way she saw Roman's pick up sitting there. They all un-piled from the Tahoe and walked inside. Roman had already ordered Chinese and had plates, silverware and glasses down for drinks. Ayana smiled softly as her husband walked over and kissed her right temple.
"Missed you baby." He stated before he told the boys to get their food and meet him in the den.
Ayana watched as he walked off and the boys followed as well as Samaria. She would weather hockey to spend time with her daddy until she went to bed.
"Yea, missed you too." She grabbed a pre-filled bowl before heading upstairs to their room; where she would spent the rest of the night alone.
Until Roman came to bed too tired to move.