The Quiet One with the Loud Mind

Orion checked out the other cars in the garage: a white Rolls Royce Spectre and a matte black Escalade. “See something you like?” Joe asked. “Not really. We’ve always had differing tastes in cars though. A Rolls Royce was your dream, McLaren was mine. Now that I can finally fit in and afford a McLaren…don’t really want one. Besides, two seats aren’t conducive to a Mom's lifestyle.” Orion shrugged. “Maybe not as a primary car, but definitely for a secondary ride. What do you drive now?” Joe asked. “Lexus RX.” Orion shrugged, it was the perfect size for her and Phynix. “Really? I’ve seen you as a Range Rover girly. Like a deep purple with black rims.” Joe suggested. “If you buy it, I’ll drive it…as long as it’s a turbo.” Orion teased. “It’ll be here by the next time you visit.” Joe smiled. “You don’t have to do that.” Orion spoke. “You need something here that you like to drive…something to come back to.” Joe yawned as he put their bags in the hallway. “Seeing my baby with her daddy is my something to come back for.” Orion smiled.

“Wanna go pick your room?” Joe asked. “Yes! Let's go.” Phynix giggled as she pulled Joe towards the stairs. Joe grabbed Orion’s hand as they breezed past. “Now why am I in it?” Orion laughed. “I have a surprise for you.” He smiled. “For me? Don't do too much, we won't wanna leave.” Orion teased. “I know. My ultimate endgame.” Joe smiled, pulling Orion into a kiss. “No kissing!” Phynix groaned as she explored the first empty bedroom. “Yeah, no kissing!” Orion laughed. “You like this room, Munchkin? Or you wanna keep looking? I’ve got this many more” Joe asked as he held up 3 fingers. “Mama, you like this room?” Phynix asked, pulling Orion deeper into the room and away from Joe’s kisses. “I think this is a good room, Phy. There's built-in shelves for books and we can get some Funko Pops or some Lego flowers. And there's a window where you can sit and read to Daddy. Actually, if there is another room like this…I will take that one.” Orion laughed. 

“Mommy, can we go to Beijing to that big mall with the furnitures like we did with Nana and Pop-pop for their new house?” Phynix asked. “You don't want to get furniture while we're here? I'm sure that Daddy knows some good spots.” Orion nodded. “Yeah, sure.” He smiled. South Florida had its own furniture mall but nothing like the one in Beijing. “Daddy, now that you have two belts, do you have a lot of monies?” Phynix asked. “Define a lot of monies? I have some monies but there are people with a lot more monies than Daddy and they don't even have any belts!” Joe laughed, scooping the little girl up into his arms. “Mommy has 20 million monies.” Phynix whispered to Joe but loud enough for Orion to hear her. “Really? That’s a lot of monies. I think she should give me some.” Joe laughed. “Are you two plotting against me?” Orion laughed. “Maybe. Come on Mama Wolf, time for your surprise.” Joe smiled as he led her to the master bedroom. “Oooh, this is where the magic happens.” Orion teased. The room was bigger than her first apartment. “There’s actually been no magic made here yet but I’m hopeful.” he winked. “I don’t see why not. Your wand’s big enough.” Orion grumbled. “I hope the giant nap pod is to your liking.” Joe smiled as he led Orion over to the space he had created just for her. There was a giant purple plush bean bag in the corner with a matching blanket, bonnet and cord for her to charge her phone.

“Oh my God, Joe. This is perfect. I can’t believe that you remembered.” She smiled, hugging him. Orion had always talked about how her perfect house had a giant bean bag chair near a window for naps. “Of course I remembered, baby. You get cozy and take a nap. Me and Munchkin will try not to make too much noise.” Joe smiled, nudging Orion towards the cushion. “Thanks. You two have fun. Phynix Okoye James…good girl behavior only.” Orion warned. “Always, mama.” Phynix smiled, kissing Orion’s forehead before they left. Joe closed the door behind them. “Ok, little lady…whatcha wanna do?” Joe asked. “Have you ever seen Harry Potter?” Phynix asked. “Not all the way through. Your brother and his mom love Harry Potter. Is it good?” Joe asked. “Mommy read me the books. The movies aren’t bad.” Phynix smiled as he turned the TV on. While Joe got immersed in The Wizarding World of Harry Potter, Orion had a good cry and then took a much needed nap.

The screen was transitioning into the 2nd movie when Joe noticed Phynix pouting. “What’s wrong, Munchkin?” he asked. “I miss Mommy. She’s been sleeping for so long.” she pouted. “Let’s go check on her.” Joe said as he raced up to the bedroom with Phynix on his back. “Ok, we go in quiet. Mommy doesn’t like being woken up from her naps.” Joe laughed, Phynix nodded. The door eased open before they snuck in. Phynix made a silent beeline over to the giant pillow. Like a tiny ninja, she crawled up next to Orion. “You’ve gotten lighter on your feet, little one.” Orion grumbled. “My mommy taught me the ways of the Jedi.” Phynix giggled, crawling under the blanket. “And has your father taught you the ways of the Sith?” Orion laughed as Phynix wiggled into her arms. “I think you can turn him. Strong in the force, you are.” Phynix whispered. “You think?” Orion asked, her daughter nodded.

“What do you nerds want for dinner?” Joe asked. “Sushi!” Phynix spoke. “You’re going to turn into a tuna. Then you'll have to go live in the ocean and they don't have Pop-pop’s brisket in the ocean.” Joe teased. He had seen firsthand his child possibly eating her weight in spicy tuna rolls.  “And…they don't have your mom in the ocean. You want to leave her on land to be a tuna?” Joe asked, crawling onto the pouf with Orion. There was plenty of space for both of them. “I'll never leave you, mama!” Phynix smiled, wrapping her arms around Orion. “I was thinking pizza. Ri, do you still like Italian sausage and onion?” Joe asked, pulling out his phone. “How do you remember all these small things?” Orion sighed, turning to watch his response. “Simple. I remember things about the people I love.” Joe shrugged. “Oh, so you love me?” Orion smiled. His cheeks reddened slightly.

“Be serious, Ri. I don't know how many times I have to tell you that I'm crazy about you. Or how many times that I have to show you.” Joe shrugged, pulling her into a kiss. He pulled away, pointing to Phynix who was now asleep in the space between them. “I’m gonna put her on the bed, she’ll get lost in this thing.” Joe laughed, grabbing the bonnet from Orion’s head and putting it on Phynix’s curls before scooping her up. “I ordered her one of her very own from Etsy but it hasn’t come yet.” Joe whispered as he put a blanket over her. “I can only imagine you scrolling on Etsy for bonnets for little girls. It’s some cutesy print isn’t it?” Orion teased. “Of course! How someone had Roman Reigns satin I have no idea but I got her one of those and…there’s one with some of those little lizards she likes on them..the cute ones.” Joe laughed. He was talking about Axolotls. “The Etsy girlies are mad creative. I helped mom set her nail shop up.” Orion laughed. “Speaking of nails…let’s see ‘em.” Joe grumbled as he followed her down the stairs. Orion was rocking her natural nails. “Why are you like this? Just begging for me to mark you up and make you mine.” Orion laughed. “I’m already yours, girl. You know this. Only this time, I don’t have to hide my scratches.” he growled, pulling her close until their lips almost touched. “You’re already mine? I don’t know what I did to have you all hung up on lil’ ol me.” she giggled, kissing his chin. “I fell prey to The Call of the Wolff from the moment we met. Like you said, you touched me and activated me like a sleeper agent. Then that whole building me as an instrument of your pleasure shit? Crosses my mind every time I beat my meat.” Joe laughed.

“Funny, I don't recall getting a video with the sound on.” Orion spoke, walking away towards the window overlooking the water. “Huh? A video?” Joe asked, what she meant finally hitting him as he followed behind her. “Ohhh, you nasty, nasty.” He laughed. “Damn right! You'll love it over here. They always do.” Orion winked. “I already do. Let's say that I airdrop this video right now…what's in it for me?” Joe asked, boxing her into the corner of the room. “What would you like?” Orion asked, pulling him in closer by his waist. “You don't want to know the answer to that.” He smiled. “I already know the answer.” Orion smiled before crushing her lips to his. Joe quickly grabbed her hips and lifted her up until her legs wrapped around his waist. “I need you.” He growled between kisses. He swallowed a moan as her tongue slid across his sweat stained neck. Joe rushed them to his office, locking the door behind them. “Take your clothes off.” Joe commanded as he pulled his shorts down and sat down on the couch. “It's still so beautiful.” Orion laughed as she moved closer. “It's not gonna ride itself, Ri.” He laughed darkly.

Orion stripped and straddled his lap. “Hold on, I think I've got a Magnum in my desk. I already know that I'm not going to be able to pull out.” Joe grumbled, getting up and rushing to the desk drawer. “You be getting down like that?” Orion asked. “You've had sex since the last time I have.” He laughed, his smile fading when the drawer was empty. “Fucking fuck. Ok, missionary and I'll pull out, I promise.” He groaned. “I've got an implant. It's fine for right now. Unless you want to Instacart some?” Orion laughed, they both frowned. She pushed him back to the couch and straddled him again. Orion swallowed a moan as her body stretched around his size. “I'm yours.” Joe moaned as her hips started rolling. “I know, baby. I know.” She moaned. His hands gripped her waist. “Orion, I've missed you.” He moaned before pulling her back into a kiss. It was less passionate yet more needy. Orion pulled at his man bun until his hair fell in wild waves around his face.

They both fought to muffle moans, the last thing they needed was an inquisitive 6 year old knocking on the door. Orion’s lips kissed across his neck. One his hands smacked her ass before finding its way to her breast. “I promised that I wasn’t doing this with you.” Orion groaned as she rocked him against her g-spot. “You wanna stop? I can feel you barely hanging on for me.” Joe growled softly, his other hand pulling her face to his. “Fuck no I don’t wanna stop!” she laughed before a moan burst from her throat. “Good. Promise me that it won’t be the only time this happens. Bounce on it like you used to.” Joe spoke into her neck. His eyes widened as she started bouncing softly on top of him. “Shit…just like that, baby. I’m about to fill you up.” Joe moaned. “Oh my god, Joe. Don’t do too much.” Orion teased. “You’re the one bouncing up and down on me like a fuckin’ porn star! I already said I was buying you a car. You want a house too?” he panted, his orgasm tingling in his core. “I already got that. You’re holding onto me like you aren’t gonna let me leave.” Orion laughed, kissing his lips. “Cuz I’m not. You’re all mine now.” Joe moaned as his climax burst from him. “Sorry, baby. I was supposed to make sure you came first but…you feel too damn good.” he sighed in defeat. Orion wanted to tell him that he still had time but her orgasm shredded her as his arms squeezed her tighter against his sweaty chest. She melted into him as she rode through her aftershocks, her moans muffled into his chest. “That was…very much needed.” Joe sighed.

“How long has it been?” Orion asked. Joe thought about it hard, his fingers lazily tracing the outline of her tattoo. “Over a year. I know it hasn't been that long for you.” Joe spoke, his heart still thumping against his chest. “It hasn’t but he wasn’t…nevermind. It’s not important.” she sighed. “If it’s on your mind, it’s important.” he sighed, pressing a kiss into her temple. “I don’t talk about my dealings in bed with other men. Cuz they ain’t important if I’m sitting here with your dick still in me.” she laughed. “Facts. Better get used to it cuz I ain’t going nowhere.” Joe sighed, tilting her face up towards his. “I mean it. I’m not letting you go again.” he smiled, kissing her lips softly. “We should probably put our pants back on.” Orion laughed. “I know you’ve lost all this weight and you look amazing. But I’m soo glad all this ass stayed. I miss holding it in my hands. Still thicker than zoo glass, girl. Damn!” Joe laughed. “You so crazy! The gift and curse of training with your Special Forces father to drop the 100 pounds of baby weight. Then Lucha Underground was brutal. I had to bulk up a little bit for durability. Then in CMLL I leaned out a bit, hence why the ass is still bouncy. New Japan cares the most about my in-ring ability. I could be as big as Rikishi and they wouldn’t care as long as I moved like someone half that size.” She laughed as she shifted until he eased from her warmth. “Well, your in-ring ability has never been a problem. You’re so goddamn good…better than I could’ve predicted. Technically better than me.” Joe spoke as he watched her cleaning up in the bathroom.

“I’m your favorite wrestler’s favorite wrestler.” she laughed as she pulled her clothes back on. “I love when you talk your shit, mama. It’s sexy.” Joe smiled as he took his turn getting cleaned up. “One thing I learned from my time working with WWE.” Orion laughed. “You ain’t learn that shit from the PC. Unless you were cheating on me and getting mentored by someone else.” Joe pouted. “I had to when you were on the road. And my dad knows Steve so I learned from him how to cut a scathing promo.” she giggled. “Ah. There it is. Not mad at it. Steve is amazing on the mic. As is Dwayne. As is Booker. Took me a while to get there. I’ve watched your old stuff, you’ve always had it. And when you do it in Spanish or Japanese…chef’s kiss.” Joe shrugged as they emerged from his office. The house was still silent. “You want a drink? I might need one.” Joe laughed as he showed Orion the rest of her new home away from home. “I re-signed with New Japan.” Orion spoke shyly. “Good. I’m happy for you, baby. Don’t know how my family’s gonna feel about not being able to see Munchkin on the regular. They’re gonna love her. Shit…they’re gonna love you!” he teased. “Well, Japan is open for everyone to visit. Honestly, I don’t want to wrestle forever, this contract is only 2 years. Wanna know the best part?” Orion winked. “What’s the best part, beautiful?” Joe asked. “I get to do some AEW work, so I’ll be over here occasionally. Typically my parents or my brother come to Japan to stay with Munch while I travel but…as long as she completes her schoolwork, she can travel with me...sometimes.” she smiled. “Really?! That’s great. Just let me know and I’ll fly out to meet you.” Joe beamed. “I said sometimes! Not all the time. Don’t want to disrupt her routine just yet.” Orion smiled. “I know, I know. Just trying to maximize my time with my girls.” he smiled. 

“All I ask is that I have you both in this house permanently at the end of that contract.” Joe smiled as he flopped down on the couch, pulling Orion down with him. “Oh really? What if I don’t wanna?” she laughed. “Orion, how are we gonna be married living on different continents?” Joe laughed. “Married?” she asked. “Yeah, I’m gonna change your last name and Phy’s last name to Anoa’i and then…we can kiss.” Joe laughed, he saw Phynix’s reflection in the TV. “No kissing my mama!” Phynix giggled as she ran and jumped on the couch between them. “Ok…then I’ll just kiss you!” Joe laughed, smothering her face in kisses. Her little laugh was music to Joe’s ears. This was the life he wanted with them. “But what if I kiss Daddy?” Orion teased. “You can’t! I’m the baby.” Phynix laughed. “But he’s so cute! He’s got big ears just like my baby girl. You don’t think he’s cute?” Orion asked. “I mean…he’s cuter than your other boyfriends.” Phynix giggled, hugging Joe’s neck. “Her other boyfriends? Munchkin…you’re gonna have to tell me about those other boyfriends.” Joe laughed. 

“Only Daddy can be your boyfriend!”

As Callie falls forward and wraps her arms around his neck, Joe takes a moment to soak it all in. To soak her in. And despite the way she holds him close and tight, it's the word that does it for him.

Daddy

Joe isn't sure he'll ever get over hearing it. Even when she types it, messaging him with her tablet, it's impossible for him to contain his smile. That warmth in his chest. His accomplishments career wise have cemented his place in the GOAT conversations and Hall of Fame.

But being a dad....that will be his legacy.

And it all started with her.

Callie lifts her head as he pushes her hair back, granting him a clear view of her adorable face and cheery grin. "I was sposed' to surprise you, daddy!"

He makes a sound and winks playfully. "Guess I surprised you, huh?"

"Nooooo," she whines. His smile deepens. She shakes her head, making his hand further intertwine in her hair, fingertips against her scalp. "That's not the plan, daddy!"

At that, Joe's eyes narrow lightly. "What plan?"

He watches her eyes go wide as she slaps her hand over her mouth. "Ummmm."

"Callie...."

But she's fast, sitting up and reaching for his hand that was in her hair. She starts to move back, pulling at him and groaning from the tremendous amount of effort she's exuding in a task she'll never complete. "Come on, daddy! You gotsa' get up!"

Joe rolls his eyes, eventually granting her request. Naturally, she's his shadow the minute he opens the bathroom door after pissing. Reaches for him to pick her up as he places her on the counter, her legs dangling as she goes on and on about one of her little shows while he completes the rest of his morning routine.

Waking up to Y/N being MIA already keyed him in that something was up, but it's the waking up to find his daughter in bed with him, trying and failing to wait for him to awake organically, that has him stumped.

He hopes you're not trying to surprise everyone with breakfast again. He really doesn't feel like hearing those damn smoke detectors.

But as Callie once again shows that she's your daughter, constantly looking back while holding his hand and guiding him through the house and to the kitchen, suspicion settles into something else.

Primarily when Callie breaks away and runs over to where Y/N stands in the middle of said kitchen with a smile on you pretty face, one hand on the small of your back and the other rubbing your pregnant belly. You're wearing one of his old Georgia Tech shirts that's stretched over your bump and a pair of his basketball shorts. A little thing, but something he loves.

That reminds him of back in the day when you would "sneak" and keep some of his clothes before he just stayed intentionally leaving them behind for you. It always felt like cementing his place in your life.

As Calista turns around, arms lifted up in celebration, he realizes she's wearing one of his merch shirts. "Surprise!"

A word that's never been more fitting.

Joe isn't sure where to look first or where to allow his eyes to settle long enough for him to grasp what he's seeing. The table filled with an array of his favorite breakfast items, including the steaming mug of coffee waiting for him at his seat at the head of the table. The multi colored balloons that read "Happy Father's Day" in a variety of manners. But it's the banner stretched across the top row of cabinets above the stove that takes the cake.

5 Days of Fatherhood

While he would guess you helped her with spelling, given lack of errors, he can see that it's in Callie's handwriting, which makes it that much more special.

It's all special though, truly.

Shocking and slightly confusing, too.

Hence the way he slowly steps forward, looking between you and your oldest. "What is all this?"

Y/N is visibly prepared to answer when Callie beats you to it. "It's for Father's Day, daddy! We gotsa' celebrate all the Father's Days!" While her answer is appreciated, it lacks the specifics required to wane Joe's confusion. He knows that Father's Day is this Sunday. It's something, if he's being honest, he's been more excited about than his own birthday that passed just about a month ago.

His first father's day. As a husband, too.

Nothing could beat that.

But it's when Callie shuffles over to the table and pulls off a sheet of paper that she lifts and hands to him when she runs back over that it finally hits him.

As he looks at the drawing that depicts himself and a small baby next to him with an arrow pointing to said baby that leads to a thought bubble.

Baby Me!

Attached with a paperclip is a photo of Callie as a baby. A newborn. She couldn't have been more than six months.

It's not everything, but it's enough for him to finally start to put the pieces together.

It's Wednesday. 5 days away from Father's Day. Callie just turned five. She doesn't want to just celebrate this Father's Day. She wants to celebrate all of the Father's Day that he's missed.

It's a puzzle finalized when you finally break your silence.

"I wanted to let her decide how we celebrate Father's Day, and this is what she chose." Y/N starts to walk over as Joe swallows back the emotion when Callie tugs on his shirt. He looks down at her.

She peers up at him with those big eyes that always remind him of o you. "You've always been my daddy." Her soft voice and the way it dips almost nervously at the end makes his stomach turn. "Right?"

Your hand on his arm as you stand beside him furthers the emotion that threatens to boil over. An immense amount of pride, joy, and happiness he's not sure he's ever felt before. At one point, this was all he wanted. Was to be a father. To have a family. But after devastating loss after loss, he'd just accepted that that wasn't in the cards for him. He'd accepted that it was never going to happen.

But he was wrong. So....so wrong.

And God, has he never been more fucking happy to be wrong. Joe reaches you the drawing and bends down just enough to pick up Callie. Once more, she moves her arms around his neck and holds him tight.

“You’re shy.”

Joe’s eyes flip open as he lowers his head just enough to focus on you. Blue locking with brown, but it’s the way his long, dark hair lays over his shoulders and across his chest that temporarily distracts you. Flashbacks of those beautiful tresses intertwined and locked between your fingers as you rode his face and once more as he fucked you up against the bathroom counter upon his arrival to the hotel exciting you for the next round.

Never mind the brief pang of soreness in between your legs. Inner thighs still damp, wet, and sticky from the latest round. 69. Hence the way you’re laid on your side, head propped up by your elbow towards the edge of the bed while he’s sat up against the headboard. The cream sheets covering his lap but not hiding the outline of his thick dick that you can already tell is slowly starting to harden once more. 

Good.

You wanna feel him come in your mouth at least one more time before you two call it a night.

“What?”

His deep voice breaks you from the silence of the room and swirling of NSFW thoughts. 

You roll your eyes. “I said you’re shy.” Your fingers tap against the sheets that you lazily pull to cover a portion of your exposed hip solely to shield your nude body from the chill of the room. The heat accumulated through frenzied fucking is starting to wane. “It’s cute.”

He chuckles and lifts his arm, one hand behind his head as he reclines deeper against the headboard you’re almost certain is one more round away from putting a hole in the wall. You make a mental note to tell him to put a pillow behind it before you two go at it again. “And you got this from what?”

“It’s an observation.” You shrug. “I mean, I noticed it a while ago, but I was watching you tonight interact with some of your fans—”

“Emphasis on some.”

A pause is taken solely to store the comment away for later revisiting. “And I could tell you were out of your element. Almost uncomfortable. You’re clearly introverted.”

Given that you’ve been to a handful of his shows already, it’s an observation you’d made relatively early on. But something about tonight, seeing the almost indecision he presented with in some of the interactions with fans like yourself that were granted a chance to meet him, it more or less confirmed it. 

“Don’t worry,” you added, bitting down on your bottom lip. “I think it’s cute.” 

“Cute?”

You adjust your body, fully aware of how his eyes temporarily shift to your dark nipples with a renewing hunger. “Yeah, I mean, it’s not often you meet a fine ass man with a big dick and every reason to be a cocky son of a bitch have your disposition. It’s nice.”

Joe makes a sound, eyes shutting once more. “I like to get a read on people before I open up, I guess.”

“That makes sense. I can’t relate, but—”

“Yeah, shy is a word I would never use to describe you. Not really me, either, but—”

“Oh, you’re definitely shy, Mr. Anoa’i,” you snort, pointing to yourself as if he can see it. “But me? Naw. For what? I’m fine as fuck. I have no reason to be.” 

And neither does he, but that’s just him, so you’ll leave it be.

You watch the way his eyes open and full lips—those same lips you can still feel sucking and slurping on your clit like he’d been waiting for it all day—stretch into a sly smile. “You always been this confident?”

“Hell yeah.” His grin widens, as you list it off with all the ease in the world. “I’m pretty as hell, ass fat, titties big, and my pussy is top tier?” It’s that last one that makes him chuckle, something flashing in those blue contacts that, right now, you’re not a fan of. “Baby, God didn’t make me this fine for me to be on some shy shit.”

Nor insecure, because if there’s one thing you’ve never been able to relate to is big girls struggling with body insecurity. You understand it, sure, but it’s never once been a struggle of yours. You’ve never once looked in the mirror, fully clothed or butt ass naked, and didn’t like what you saw. Maybe…maybe once or twice, but nine times out of ten, nothing has ever reflected back except a bad bitch.

And when people make comments about fat girls and bigger bodies, it always makes you laugh, snort, roll your eyes, or a combination of them all. Because at the end of the day, no man has ever put you out of the bedroom, and no one ever will cause the fuck you look like granting a lame ass nigga premier pussy when his dick ain’t even big enough to not fall out when you bouncing on it?

“That’s one of the first things that attracted me to you, you know.” You look over at him as he starts to dance those talented fingers of his up your calf. “Your confidence.”

“Not my tits?”

“Those, too.”

You playfully kick him. He chuckles. “I’m serious. I love how you’re unapologetically yourself. Like you don’t give a fuck what anyone else thinks.”

“That’s cause I don’t.” Never have. Never will. As long as you’re good with you, your mama is proud of you, and you do right in the eyes of the Lord, everyone else is irrelevant. “And neither should you, you know.” 

Your interest in wrestling prior to ever even meeting Joe was nothing close to the fanatic level. You still enjoyed it as an adult, but not nearly as much as you did when you were a kid. But you knew enough to know about the basic facts and major storylines. Even more, you knew enough to know how massively pushed Joe, Roman, was being right now. Unfortunately, the push against him by the fans seems just as strong.

If not stronger.

It was one thing for him to briefly mention certain things, or for a clip to come across your Instagram feed. But it was entirely different to see these things in person. To hear them.

Some of the cruel, hurtful, awful things hurled at him. And if it’s not words, then it’s items. And the boo’s. God, it’s hard for you to tell which is worse and which pisses you off more. On more than one occasion you’ve had to stop yourself from catching a charge and causing a scene. You’ve always had the golden rule of never ever fighting over a man, but they were pushing it.

And it wasn’t even for the traditional reasons women throw hands behind their ain’t shit niggas. It was….it was just wrong. To treat Joe the way some of these “fans” do is borderline inhumane. It makes you sick to your stomach. 

But if you feel this way as someone who hasn’t even known the man for a whole year, who’s not even the one being crucified the way he is, you can’t imagine how it must be for him.

He doesn’t talk about it a whole lot—save that lil’ comment from a few minutes prior—but you don’t know any human being who wouldn’t be at least a little affected by such hate.

Especially when it’s unwarranted. 

“Only miserable ass people with dry pussies and micro penises come at someone so hard for just doing their damn job,” you continue, moving to sit up on the bed, reaching for his shirt to pull over your body. It’s more than certain to be ripped off before the end of the hour, but there’s something about his scent….hence why you may or may not have started to hoard a collection of his items back at your place. “It’s pathetic, and it says everything about them and nothing about you, Joe.” 

His gaze remains on you as you climb across the bed and straddle his lap. His hands are on your hips as yours go to play with the ends of his long hair. “I’m serious.”

He chuckles quietly. “So are they.”

You’re quick with the rebuttal, flicking his chest. “Well, they’re fucking idiots, and fuck you look like factoring in the opinions of the musty and unloved?” 

The smile you hadn’t realized briefly disappeared is returned. “The what?”

“I thought it was maybe just the show we met at, but these folks stank. Are they all allergic to Dial and deodorant or something?” It’s both a rhetorical and serious question. As someone who’s always prided yourself on smelling good, the constant assault by the funk of these unwashed people will always be the biggest “con” of attending his shows. It’s why you mostly prefer to stay backstage these days. “Just nasty. Literally and figuratively.”

Once more, he shakes his head and lifts his hands to your back, tugging you closer. Your arms wrap around his neck as his smile dims and eyes narrow softly. “You’re really good at this, you know?”

Your brow lifts as you once again start to twirl curly locs around your fingers. “You’re gonna have to be more specific, big boy. I’m good at a lot of things.”

“That’s true.” He offers zero disagreement before supplying the answer. The delivery surprisingly soft for his deep voice. “At making me feel better.”

It takes you by surprise only for a second. Talking to people is something that’s always come natural and easy to you. Offering encouragement, however, in an effective and actually helpful way has never been as simple as some might think. Far too often people think that they’re being helpful only to be making things minimally to significantly worse. You’ve always done your best to avoid causing unintended harm, some of which has been helped greatly by your job. Kids always require a higher level of delicacy than adults.

But you’d also be lying to yourself if you tried to deny that there’s always been something so….natural about speaking with Joe. Easy. The conversation never grows stale and the flow never feels stagnant. Conversations with men in general have always been hit or miss for you. Far too often, whatever appeal existed is squashed the moment they open their mouth and say some stupid shit.

Not Joe.

He’s as well spoken as he is thoughtful. That subtle pause before he answers indication of actual pondering vs automatic verbal release. You’ve always appreciated that about him. That he actually thinks before he speaks. A rare characteristic to find with men. Especially fine ass men. 

I wonder if that’s one of the things his wi—

Almost instantly, you shove it away. That thought that often tries to force its way to the surface, having found success a few times. But the more time you spend with Joe, the closer you two become, the easier it is to silence said thoughts.

And maybe, just maybe, you’ll be able to silence the voice entirely. 

“Well….” You trail off in conjunction with your fingers trailing down his chest with one hand, the other reaching behind you. “There are several ways I know how to make you feel better.”

His gaze shifts and jaw clenches when you find him. Warm and pulsing in your palm, your thumb glides over the slit on his dickhead. Your saliva production quadruples at the anticipation of having him in your mouth and pussy once more. “You wanna clarify?”

You start to gently stroke him up and down, aiding in the revival of his erection that’s almost entirely returned. 

Except, once again, you’re reminded that this man matches your energy in a way no one else has before. He eases his hand under the shirt, reaching and playing with your titties before returning down south to dance his fingers down your pelvis, stopping just when he’s about to spread your pussy lips apart. 

“The thing that makes you feel just as good.” 

His smug statement, however, draws your playful glare as you continue to work your hand around his thick length. “Don’t get cock—”

A sharp gasp escapes your mouth when his other hand moves to the back of your head, his fingers intertwined in your kinky coils you pulled up and out of the way the minute he told you to get on your knees before you two even made it to the shower. You bite down on your lip, feeling your pussy flutter and pulse when he roughly yanks you towards him. “Exactly.” Your eyes flutter shut as you start to writhe on top of him when his other hands continues to toy with your slick opening. “Stop talking and start sucking.”

The joy at his command is matched only by the glee you feel at having your desire fulfilled. He doesn’t need to tell you twice. 

You pull away and tug his shirt off, tossing it on the floor before you twist your body to the position that preceded the brief respite. You scoot and slide your body back as much as you can, feeling the way he also begins to ease down on the bed so he’s on his back. Your eyes gleam with hunger and need as you lick your lips at the sight of his pretty ass dick. Fully erect, tip flushed, and pre-cum seeping out the slit. 

A muffled groan is released as you lean over and travel the length of his cock with your nose, inhaling the scent of him. Of both of you. Your mixed, mingled juices. The tip of your tongue traces around his dickhead and up the base as you collect as much of the remnants from the previous round before getting right to it

“Fuck, that’s it,” he groans, and it’s music to your ears. Something about being able to bring a man to such a vulnerable place while simultaneous getting off from the pleasure you receive from giving head is always gon’ be just the thing that does it for you. “Keep going, baby.”

You moan, mouth full of his dick, releasing him to kiss and suck on his balls. “Hmm. Does that feel good, big boy? You like the way I suck this big dick?”

You’re rewarded with a slap and jiggle to your ass that makes you smile before you return his length back into your mouth, eyes shutting and watering when he hits the back of your throat as you bob your head up and down, deep throating him.

“I fucking love it.” You wiggle your ass back against him when he spreads your cheeks and his tongue swipes a single line up your ass crack, tip of said tongue circling your hole. It entices another moan following the feel of his fingers spreading your pussy lips as he returns the favor, burying his face in your cunt, inhaling and groaning. “God, you taste so fucking good.”

You smile, drool seeping out the corner of your mouth as you continue to work him with your mouth. Once more a respite is evoked only as he moves his big arms around your hips and ass, clearly getting and putting you in place. “Show me how good, daddy,” you moan, palms flat and gripping at his thighs as he pulls you back so that you’re smothering his face. Good. “Eat my pussy, and tell me how good it tastes. How much you love it.”

“I think that went well, don't you?” Joe laughed, pulling Orion into his arms. “I'm so sorry Joe. You must think I'm a terrible person.” She cried softly. “I don't. I was the terrible person, baby. We talked about this. We're in the here and now. We go from here. I've got you and I've got her. You're stuck with me now!” He smiled, kissing her forehead and wiping her tears with his fingers. “Thank you.” Orion sighed. “I wanted to leave my girlfriend to marry you! I could never hate you. I know I won a belt and therefore got a fat ass raise but meeting my daughter is so much better.” Joe smiled as Phynix came back around the corner with Orion’s mom. “Nana, this is my daddy. His name is Josup? Roman Reigns.” She giggled.

“Nice to finally meet you.” Candice smiled as she shook Joe's hand. “Nice to meet you too, Mrs. James. I finally see where Orion gets her otherworldly beauty from. Y’all are so pretty.” Joe smiled, Orion rolled her eyes. Candice blushed. “Nana, my parents are so cool!” Phynix giggled. “They are pretty cool. I'll let you all have some time together. Welcome to the family, Joe.” Candice smiled as she went to get showered and dressed for the day. “Let me guess…a conversation will be had later?” Joe asked. “Yep.” Orion nodded. “Can you come back to Japan with us?” Phynix asked. “Only if your Mom says it's ok, I'll come visit.” Joe smiled, scooping her up into his arms. “Mama, can he come to Japan to visit us? Please?!” Phynix begged. They both looked at her with the puppy eyes. “Don’t encourage her, Joe.” Orion laughed. “I've never been to Japan. Could be fun, right Munchkin?” Joe teased. “So very fun. We can walk to 7-Eleven to get tea and Mama can make us fried onigiri and stuffed bao buns for lunch! Mama, please?” Phynix smiled. “The adults will have to discuss it later. Right, Champ?” Orion nodded, Joe nodded in agreement.

“I saw your lightsaber video. You are quite skilled, Young Padawan.” Joe smiled as they sat at the kitchen table eating blueberry focaccia. “My Mommy taught me. She can teach you too so we can play Jedis.” Phynix smiled. “He's a Sith. We don't play with Siths.” Orion grumbled. “But he kissed you and made me. What does that make me?” Phynix asked, a slight hint of worry in her voice. “That makes you The Chosen One.” Joe smiled, falling right into alignment with the little nerd he helped create. “He’s right. Phy, hang out with Dad while I get ready for the show, yeah?” Orion asked. “Of course, Mommy. But you look so very pretty already. Doesn’t she, Daddy?” Phynix asked. “Your Mama is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.” Joe smiled, Orion rolled her eyes.

Orion was putting the final touches on her hair when Candice eased into her bathroom. “So…he looks better the closer you get and he’s fine from far away! And he loves Munchkin real bad! They’re down on the couch knocked out looking like twins.” Candice beamed, showing Orion the photo she snapped of them curled up together. Joe had gotten cozy and kicked his shoes off and found a blanket for them. “My heart is so full right now. Please send me that.” Orion smiled. “Obviously breakfast went well. I’d ask if he wrapped it up but I see the wedding ring on his finger. How’s wifey going to react?” Candice asked. “His divorce was finalized a couple weeks ago. He still wears the ring for show. Or so the hoes leave him alone which we all know don’t no ring stop no determined ho!” Orion laughed. “So…not yet? Got it. Well, let me know if we need to put Phy to bed so Mommy can go for a night ride on a Samoan Stallion.” Candice teased. “Ma! I won’t be doing that anytime soon. He’s here for Phynix.” Orion laughed. “The way he was holding you and wiping your tears…he’s here for you too. Just an…observation. Not gonna lie, very attractive couple. I’d love more cute ass grandbabies to spoil.” Candice teased as she watched Orion layer her perfume before putting her jewelry on. “Did we bring the Rolex?” Candice asked. “I didn't. I've been obsessed with this Hublot Big Bang. It's a men's watch but I just had the jeweler shorten the strap a bit. I’ve got a few of them.” Orion smiled as she pulled up her sleeve to reveal the luxury watch. “Baby girl…this looks expensive. Shorten the strap? That's such a boss move. I raised such a baddie.” Candice laughed as she looked over Orion’s final look. She gave her the thumbs up. 

Joe woke up on the couch with this perfect little angel clinging to him. She reminded him of her mother when she slept. Orion’s perfume slowly entered the room before she did. “Ri, come sit with me.” he whispered, patting the spot on the couch next to him. “Damn girl, you look good.” he smiled. “Thank you. Stepping out with Big Uce…gotta look my best.” Orion laughed. “Now, I look like shit by comparison.” Joe laughed. “Bull…less is more with you.” Orion smiled. “Let me check out this baller ass watch. Hublot, right?” he laughed. “Yes. You into watches now?” she asked. “Yeah. I was hoping that you brought that Jacob joint out.” he laughed. “That’s in the safe back at the house. Come visit and I might let you wear it once.” she laughed. “Nicest watch I own is this Rolex. Trying to get my weight up like you.” he teased. “Oh…you think I bought this? It was a gift.” she smiled. “What did you have to do for this Hublot?” he asked. “Attend an award show with a Saudi Billionaire. No sex, no kissing. Get dressed up and attend an event. He gifted me a whole set of Big Bangs before his wife divorced him and took half. Light blue, royal blue, pink, a rainbow one. This purple one is my favorite. That was an interesting time in my life.” Orion laughed. “I get it. You are quite charming. If I had limitless money, I’d buy you shit too.” He laughed. “Roman Reigns could never have that amount of sauce. But it’s cute that he tries.” she laughed. “Munchkin told me that we kissed and made her.” Joe asked. “Yeah. I told her that when a man and woman love each other and they kiss…babies are made up until they hit a certain age. She’s 6…way too early for the birds & bees talk. Having said that…this one asks a shit ton of questions.” Orion sighed as she ran her fingers through her daughter's curls. “She started grilling me as soon as you walked away. She’s like her mother in so many ways.” Joe smiled. “She’s also like her father.”

“I don’t see how you do it. She asks soo many questions.” Joe laughed softly as they rode down to the first floor on the elevator. “She’s very smart. You know kids don’t have a filter. I imagine that your son also went through an inquisitive phase. Most kids do.” Orion asked. “Fuck yeah! But it was mostly about what I did for work.” Joe laughed. “Well, she’s well versed on wrestling. She has noticed the differences. She asked why didn’t the girls fight the boys in “Double Double E”. And she asked why you didn’t set Brock on fire, or body slam him into a pile of broken glass.” Orion laughed. “Ohh…we don’t do that here.” Joe laughed. “I know. I wanted to tell her that y’all are pussy but I just told her that her Mama is built different.” Orion laughed as they brushed past security and into the inner bowels of the stadium. “Yeah, ain’t many out here built like you.” Joe growled softly. “Chill out, Uce.” Orion giggled. “I mean…you got a different dog in you than most. The way you've been all over the world grinding, it's admirable that you didn't let me kill your dream. I've been put through a table but it was never on fire. And I've never had a match with a woman.” Joe shrugged. 

“Anytime you've got a gap in your contract, we can go down to Mexico City and get you in a luchador mask. We always had great ring chemistry.” Orion smiled. “We have great other chemistry too.” He teased. “Keep it in your pants, Big Chief.” Orion laughed as she spotted The Twins headed their way. “Well, well…if it ain’t The Bullet Club Baddie herself?” Jon teased. “Bloodline run shit round these parts, Mami. Ain’t no Bullet Club here.” Josh added. “U sure about that? Balor's here. Styles is here. Gallows & Anderson are here. And there's PLENTY of people here who don't rock with y’all but would rock with us.” Orion laughed. “It's good to see you, Ri.” Jon smiled, pulling her into a hug. “Likewise, Jon.” Orion smiled, rolling her eyes at Josh. “Girl! Bring it in.” Josh groaned, pulling Orion into a hug. “I'll let y'all handle family business. Good luck tonight.” Orion smiled as she walked away. They both saw Joe's eyes follow her.

“Aww shit, he got the lovestruck puppy dog shit going on.” Jon teased. “It's not like that….ok it's kinda like that. Got the belts, now I gotta get the girl.” Joe laughed. “You sure about that?” Jon asked. “I think I can. We had breakfast and talked about a lot. Then I went to her place and spent some time with Phynix. She wants me to come visit them in Japan. Oh…and Ri kissed me.” Joe smiled.

“Sensei!” Orion squealed as she ran up to her mentor, Kana aka Asuka. “Orion!” the woman smiled as they hugged. A few seconds passed before Iyo Sky & Kairi Sane joined the ball of chaos. They all wanted to know if she was signing with the company or staying in New Japan. They all wanted to see pictures of Phynix, she had grown so much since they were all together last. “I see you have important eyes on you, Orion-san.” Kairi teased as she noticed Roman watching her from afar. “Phynix’s father.” she shrugged. “Ohhhhh.” they all said in unison before laughing. Orion FaceTimed her Mom so Phy’s Japanese wrestling aunties could say hi. “Will we be seeing you?” Iyo asked. “Perhaps. I will keep you in the loop.” Orion smiled as she hugged them and walked back to where Joe was. 

“Kareshi? Totemo yoi!” Asuka laughed before walking off to finish her makeup. Orion threw her hands up and laughed.

“I feel like that was about me.” Joe laughed. “Kinda. She said that we look good together. Which we do. A few more stops and I'll be heading back upstairs. I know the way if you don't want to stay. I know you're itching to get back to her.” Orion teased. “I can't help it. She's so fuckin cute!” Joe sighed. “It's very hard to leave her. She's got the biggest passport book for a 6 year old.” Orion laughed. “She’s got the best Mama. She absolutely adores you. When she grows up, she wants to be brave & strong just like you.” Joe smiled. “I'm only brave & strong because of her.” Orion smiled. Joe watched from the shadows as Orion walked around backstage. If they had worked outside the company, she probably had worked with them.

“You are prom queen popular.” Joe teased as they waited for the elevator. “Sometimes you build a family along the way.” Orion shrugged. “True, true. And here we are…family.” Joe smiled, his arm around her shoulders. “Mmm hmm. You caught me slipping.” Orion laughed. “I don't miss when I shoot from the heart…yeah…let's go with that.” He laughed as they stepped into the elevator. “Shoot from the heart? Be so for real. You talked about wanting a bunch of kids all the time.” She laughed as the doors closed behind them. “Any chance I get lucky tonight? We’re behind.” Joe growled softly against her ear. “I'm supposed to see you being all fatherly to our daughter and drop my panties for you?” Orion smiled. “I mean…only if you want to. I want you to fuck on me because you want to…it'll be better that way.” Joe smiled. “Is that your endgame? To get me to fuck you?” Orion winked, pulling him to her by his belt. “I'm here for whatever you need. Want me to keep Munchkin while Mommy has a much needed spa weekend? I'm there! She needs help with her math homework? I studied engineering at Tech. I'm pretty decent at math. Bedtime stories? I'm only a phone call away and I do voices.” Joe smiled. “Good to know that you're still so…accommodating. A girl never knows what she needs until it's all she can think about. I'll let you know when I get there.” Orion smiled darkly as the elevator reached their floor. Joe's hand smacked her ass the moment she turned to walk away. “Careful there, Champ. This ain't the Orion Wolff you knew…and I very vividly remember being too much for you to handle back then.” She laughed as she reached for her security pass. “Don’t worry baby, what I got in my pants will still satisfy you.” Joe teased, tapping her card against the keypad.

“Daddy! You had my mommy gone for so long! I missed her.” Phynix groaned as she hugged Orion’s hip like she always did. “I’m sorry Munchkin. Ya mama’s got a lot of friends down there that wanted to say hi to her. And each and every one asked about you!” Joe smiled as he scooped Phynix up into his arms. “Did she have fun?” the little girl asked. “I dunno. Mama, did you have fun with your friends?” Joe laughed. “I did. Munchkin, did you have a snack?” Orion asked. “No ma’am, I was waiting to have a snack with Daddy. What’s your favorite snack?” Phynix asked, pointing to the spread of food. “Mommy tells me that your favorites are Carne Asada fries and brisket. Those are big foods for such a little Munchkin.” Joe sighed. “But they’re so good!” Phynix laughed. Orion made sure that there was sliced brisket for her princess. 

“Stop flirting with that man.” Candice mumbled to her daughter. “What if he’s flirting with me?! Which he is by the way. I’m being my normal, charming self.” Orion laughed as her mother handed her a drink. “He is applying pressure that I was not expecting. Nothing I can’t handle but…let Big Mama live, baby. He is not like the others.” she laughed. “You are your father’s child. You have his swagger. There's this magnetism that you both have. Baby girl, the way these men have always broken their necks to breathe the same air as you, I'm surprised that it hasn't gone to your head too much.” Candice laughed as she watched her husband of 40 years walking over to Joe and Phynix.

“Munch, can I steal your Dad for a bit?” Darryl asked. “Uh oh, Daddy. You’re in trouble. Good luck.” Phynix giggled, her focus returning to her brisket slider. Joe stepped away from the table and over to the bar. “Listen, sir I” “You plan on sticking around? None of this in and out shit that men like to do nowadays.” Darryl spoke. “Yes, sir. I’m not the same man I was 6 years ago. I would’ve been around had I known about her.” Joe explained. “Kid, I'm not gonna black bag ya, those days are behind me. Munchkin likes you. Believe it or not, I like you. And don't think I haven't seen you flirting with my daughter. You got a better chance with her than most. Shoot your shot if you gonna shoot it. Be forewarned…they're both very spoiled. But I've seen how you live…you can afford them, Champ.” Darryl teased. “I'm here for whatever they need, Sir. I mean that.” Joe spoke, still a little nervous. All he knew was that Darryl James Sr. was retired Army Special Forces. Orion only said that he dabbled in military intelligence, but it went deeper than that…Joe just had a feeling.

Darryl’s eyes met Candice's from across the room, she nodded and smiled. “Aww ma, don't tag team the man!” Orion groaned. “You’re not the boss of me! I wanna talk to him too. I'm a lot less scary than your father. Hell, I'm a lot less scary than you!” Candice smiled before she walked off to join her husband. “That's a damn lie.” Orion grumbled. Candice was the parent who drove angry from Austin to San Antonio with pictures of a newborn Phynix to confront Joe at a house show but he was sick and stayed home. Orion would never let her forget that.

“Mrs. James…hello again.” Joe spoke nervously. “Please, call me Candice. Munchkin has taken to you quickly. That’s good.” Candice smiled. “Yeah, she's adorable.” Joe smiled. His smile fading when he noticed her father slipping away from the conversation. “That she is. Joe, I'd like to tell you about how you almost found out about her when she was a week old.” Candice smiled before she went into great detail about how she had driven to San Antonio with pictures and waited outside the talent entrance at the arena where her cousin worked security. “Oh wow. That would've been…the shock of a lifetime. She's so…amazing.” Joe smiled. Candice knew by his tone that he was talking about Orion, Joe's eyes watching her dancing with their daughter to The Usos theme song.

“Word of advice. Win over lobita, win over la loba. Might be a helluva lot harder than uniting those belts was. Good luck, we'll be watching.” Candice smiled as she patted his arm and walked away.