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The Proposition

Part 4:

You heard Roman speaking to you and your head turned toward his voice. Your eyes opened slightly and you winced in pain. But you were able to make out his beautiful form sitting in a chair next to your hospital bed.

“You came for me,” you whispered softly, weakly. A tired smile graced your lips.

“Of course I did, sweetheart. I should have come for you long ago. This would have never happened.” His hand reached up to cup the uninjured side of your face. “I’m so sorry this happened to you. I’m so sorry that I-”

“You’re really here,” you managed to say, cutting him off. You reached up and touched the hand that caressed your face. “You’re real.”

“You’re not dreaming, baby. I promise.”

“I thought I was going to die–when he had me. I didn’t think anyone would get to me in time, let alone you. I figured you were somewhere doing a show.”

“I’d just finished up at the Garden,” Roman told you, taking your hand in his, running his thumb over the back of it. “I went to your condo. Hayley was hysterical because you and Amy were missing.”

“Are they okay now? Amy? Was she hurt?”

“She got hit but she’s okay,” Roman replied. “And yes, they are both safe and okay. Brad’s dead–I killed him. He’ll never hurt any of you again.” He swallowed hard, and spoke softly. “Amy and Hayley are out in the hallway. Wanna see them?”

You nodded, and then grimaced at the pain that invaded your shoulder.

“Easy, baby. I’ll go get them.” He stood to his feet, and walked over to the door. “Ladies?” He called. “She’s awake and wants to see you.”

A second later, Amy and Hayley rushed into the room and joined you at your bed. “Oh, my God, Y/N, you scared us so badly!” Hayley said.

“I’m sorry that you got dragged into my mess, girls,” You said tiredly. “I never intended for any of this to happen.”

“We know. And it wasn’t your fault,” Amy said softly. “It was all Brad. He was a sicko.”

You nodded, “He was. I’m just glad it’s over and that we’re all safe now.”

You talked with the girls and Roman a little longer and then a nurse came in and said it was time to let you rest. You tried to get the nurse to let them stay a little longer, but she simply and firmly assured you they could see you again later in the morning.

It didn’t take long for you to fall back to sleep.

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The next few days went by in a flash and you were being discharged from the hospital. The doctor had said you’d probably stay for a week, but she wound up saying you were doing so well, that she didn’t see any need in making you stay the full week, and discharged you after five days.

Roman drove you to your condo. He’d taken some time off from wrestling, and stayed with you the whole time you were in the hospital. He finally put his foot down with the nurses when they tried to get him to leave so you could rest, and said there was no way in the world he was leaving you again. 

“I left her once, and something very bad happened to her. I’m not making that mistake again,” he’d said.

The head nurse had discussed it with the doctor and Roman got the okay that it was fine to stay with Y/N throughout her hospital stay.

Now, as Roman pulled into a parking space at your condo, you felt a surge of butterflies in your stomach. 

You were home.

And your two best friends in the world were waiting for you to arrive.

You were being escorted by the man you loved.

Life couldn’t get any better than this.

“Ready to get inside,” Roman asked, after opening your door.

“Yes, more than,” you laughed softly, and moved to step down from the SUV. 

“Nuh-uh,” Roman admonished you and proceeded to lift you up in a bridal carry.

“Roman! I’m fully capable of walking.”

“I know that. But you’re crazy if after all you’ve been through, you think I’m going to let you walk all the way from here to your condo.”

Smiling softly, you cupped his handsome face in your hand and kissed him, relishing in the feel of his soft beard underneath your fingertips.

You wanted to tell him you loved him. You remembered saying it to him when you felt as though you were dying, and you’d meant it. You loved him with your whole heart. And you remembered him saying it back to you. But you were afraid he’d only done it in the heat of the moment. And to try to give you some incentive to fight and live.

So you kept your silence. 

For now.

He reached your door, and you rang the doorbell, still in Roman’s arms. The door opened instantly and the girls were practically jumping up and down at seeing you in some place other than the hospital. 

“So glad you’re home,” the girls both exclaimed, wrapping their arms around you in a group hug. 

“I’m glad too,” you replied, hugging them in return. 

“We just want you to chill and relax. We have dinner covered, and we thought we could start a Walking Dead marathon to celebrate your homecoming, but only if you feel up to it.” Amy suggested.

You nodded, “I’ll probably fall asleep as soon as I eat and get on the sofa, but yeah, we can try that.”

You all ate dinner, and did begin a Walking Dead marathon, but you didn’t get far into the pilot episode before you were dozing off and your head fell against Roman’s shoulder.

“Maybe we should try this another time,” you chuckled softly, as you fought off a yawn. “Maybe after I’ve gotten used to being home and everything.”

Amy and Hayley agreed quickly.

“Of course,” Hayley said, “Why don’t y’all go on to bed and get some rest?”

“But the kitchen, I could help clean up,” you objected.

“Nope. We pretty much cleaned up as we went,” Amy told you. “We’ll finish up in there in no time.”

With that, Roman stood from the couch and lifted you up into his arms. “Let’s get you to bed. He carried you, while you giggled softly, into your bedroom and sat you on the bed. 

“Where do you keep your pajamas?”

“The dresser. Top drawer on the right.” 

He reached into said drawer and pulled out a large sleep shirt. “This okay?”

You nodded and reached for it, stood to go to the bathroom and change.

“Wait, I’ll help you change,” Roman insisted, beginning to pull your t-shirt over your head.

“Roman! Wait!”

But your shirt was already off and you instinctively placed your arm across your breasts to hide them from view. 

“I’ve already seen it, you know.” Roman said, as you began tugging at your sweatpants next.

“Seen what?”

“Your tattoo. The little “MTC” over your heart with the tribal circle around it. I assume it stands for My Tribal Chief. When did you get it done?”

Flabbergasted and embarrassed, you swallowed hard. “About a month before… before you came back.”

“I love it. So you know,” he said, getting your nightshirt ready to put on you. “You’re mine, so I like seeing my mark on you.”

Your heart skipped at hearing him call you his. He tugged your arms through the sleeves of the shirt, and you didn’t know what to say. Your face was crimson, you could feel it.

Once your arms were through the sleeves, he pulled the shirt over your head and settled the garment around you.

Then he was nudging you back onto the bed, kissing you softly. You laid back against the pillows and leaned into Roman as he laid down next to you.

“How will we make something between us work,” you asked suddenly. You were actually thinking out loud rather than actually asking Roman. “I mean, you live…. Where? And I live here.”

“I live in Tampa,” he said. “Florida.” He seemed to be deep in thought for a moment. “So, do you and Amy and Hayely have anything holding you here? Any lifelong dreams of being New Yorkers? Anything like that?”

You shook your head, “No, not really. We tried to find a place central to where we all lived so that we could move in together as roommates. New York City seemed random, but practical.”

“Would the girls be open to moving to Tampa? Would you?”

You froze. “Are you serious?”

“Yes,” Roman replied, kissing you again. “I want you near me.” His dark eyes met yours then. “I meant it when I told you I loved you. I don't know how in the world it  happened so fast, but I am not willing to lose you again. Move to Tampa. Move in with me.” He cursed softly then. “Marry me.”

You gazed into his face to read his logic. You didn’t want to rush into anything, but at the same time… you loved him. Why not?

“But, how do we know this will work? What if we’re moving too fast?”

“You love me? Trust me?”

You nodded immediately, “Yes. You know I do.”

“Then marry me. I don’t want something to happen to you or me, and we not even have any married time together. Life is too short, baby.”

You scanned his handsome face, smiled and nodded. “Yes.”

He grinned from ear to ear, “You’ve just made me the happiest man alive.”

“And you’ve just made me the happiest woman alive,” you replied, caressing his face in your hand. “It’s like my world was in black and white till you came along.”

Roman smiled again and leaned down, kissing you deeply. “I love you.”

“I love you, too. When are we getting married?”

“As soon as possible,” Roman answered, pulling you closer against him.

“I don’t care about a big wedding,” you said, stifling a yawn. “Getting married at the courthouse is fine with me.”

“We’ll talk about that tomorrow,” Roman said, “Now get some sleep. You need it.”

You settled against him then and fell fast asleep in his arms. 

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Two Weeks Later…

“You may kiss your bride.”

Time seemed to freeze as Roman leaned down and kissed you. The red Ula Fala he wore tickled against your collar bone as you kissed him in return. You brought your arms up about his neck and relished in the taste of him. 

He finally broke the kiss and smiled down at you. “Mrs. Reigns.”

The small,  intimate gathering around you applauded as the minister introduced you as the newly married couple, “Mr. and Mrs. Reigns”. 

Amy and Hayley, both your maids of honor, squealed and clapped as you both took hands and went back down the long aisle of the church. You both quickly walked back to the dressing rooms to get ready for the party that was to follow. When you re-emerged from the dressing room, you donned a shorter white dress that was easier to move around in. Roman came out then, and had merely removed his neck tie and gray suit blazer. He was left in a crisp white dress shirt and his Ula Fala with a pair of gray slacks. His black hair remained loose about his broad shoulders.

You joined hands again and headed for the limo outside so you wouldn’t be late for your reception. You both got in the elegant vehicle and Roman immediately reached up and hit a switch. The partition between you both and the drive slid up and you had privacy then.

“Come here,” he mumbled, pulling you against him. He kissed you then, slipping his tongue into your mouth and fully tasting you. “Can’t wait to get you home.”

You giggled, and playfully slugged his shoulder. “We have a party to get to. Behave.”

“Why?” You slugged him again, and then realized you were pulling into the venue.

“Because we’re here. Do you want your close friends and family watching us make love in the backseat of our limo?”

“No,” Roman admitted. “And I want it to be more special for you than in the backseat of a car.” He swallowed hard looking you in the eye. “So I guess we’d better make at least an appearance at our party, and then…” He wriggled his thick, dark eyebrows at her. “We can go home.”

You giggled, and kissed him. “I love you.”

“And I love you,” he replied, opening the door. “Let’s go party.”

The next few hours were full of dancing, drinking champagne and soft, stolen kisses on the dance floor. 

“Do you think we’ve been here long enough?” Roman finally asked, his arms tight around you.

“Roman! We’d be the first people to leave. How rude would that be?”

“It’s not rude. Let me make a little speech and we’ll be on our way.”

“Roman, no!”

Ignoring you, he took a microphone from the DJ’s table, and stepping onto the stage, he spoke into it. “Ladies and gentleman, can I have your attention for a moment. Cut the music for a sec, please.”

When the music quietened down, Roman spoke again. “Life is short. As we, personally, almost learned a couple weeks ago.” He took your hand and squeezed it. “So, my wife and I are going to go and celebrate our lives. But please, stay and enjoy the party!”

There were several cat calls and hoots from the attendees, as Roman led you off the stage and to the exit door in the venue. 

“Oh my gosh, Roman. I will never be able to face these people again! You just announced to them that we’ll be-”

You were silenced as Roman tugged you up against him and kissed you deeply–a kiss full of promise of what was to come.

“They understand, sweetheart. We’re in love, obviously. And most of them are all married. They totally understand that we want some alone time.”

You nodded, though you were still flushed, you could feel it in your face. “Okay.”

You allowed him to lead you to the limo and you both climbed in.

“We’re heading home,” Roman informed the driver. “And there is an extra thousand dollars in your tip if you can get us there, safely, in under twenty minutes.”

“Roman!” You hissed. “Do you have to be so obvious?”

He chuckled, and kissed you again. “We just got married. Like they don’t know what we’ll be doing anyway.”

You facepalmed and shook your head. 

The limo driver accepted the challenge with a smirk on his face and began pulling out onto the street. He had the drive made in eighteen and a half minutes.

“This isn’t my first rodeo,” he said, when Roman looked impressed.

Roman quickly wrote out a check for the man’s tip and then hurried out of the limo, pulling you with him.

“Roman, slow down!”

Suddenly you were lifted, caveman style, over his shoulder and were being carried to the front door of his home.

Too full of a fit of  giggles were you, to protest. Roman was instantly turning the key in his lock, and carrying you inside. He locked the door back, and proceeded to carry you up the stairs, past the landing, and straight to the master bedroom. 

He immediately closed the gap between your faces, and kissed you. Hard.

His mouth never tore from yours as he carried you back toward the large bed, laid you across it. His large hands moved upward and began unzipping your dress

You broke the kiss long enough to gently remove his Ula Fala, and lay it on on the night table, then you unbuttoned his dress shirt and whipped it off him. 

You both had each other undressed in seconds and then his mouth was on yours again, his tongue slipping past your lips. You moaned into his mouth as his hands began to wander over your body.

You wanted this so badly. And none other than Roman Reigns was the perfect man for the job.

He was gorgeous with his long, silky black hair, and intense smoldering gaze. He was kind, and oh, did he know how to play a woman’s body like a highly strung instrument. 

You gripped his hair in your hands as he continued coaxing little sounds from your throat. You closed your eyes as he pulled your body flush against his, relishing in everything he was making you feel…

THE END

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