He’s turning 34!!!

Wanted to give writing a try so here’s my first piece of work. Let me know if you enjoy and send in requests. Accepting any and all 😙

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Warnings: SLIGHT CURSING. MENTIONS OF CHEATING. ANGST

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I groaned once again as my hands rested on my huge 9 month pregnant belly, listening to the father of my unborn baby go on and on about why he should be here with me considering I’m close to my due date.

“Okay Roman, you can stay. Just shut up…” I mumbled that last part. I glanced over at him just in time to catch him roll his eyes. “…But don’t think I’m gonna deal with your eye rolls, or your attitude so I hope you got that one out of your system.”

It was now his turn to groan. “Oh but it’s okay for you to do it?” He countered.

I looked at him like he was stupid. Did he really have the audacity to question me?

“Damn right it is.” I stated. “This is my house. So if I wanna fucking roll my eyes, I will roll them. If I want to have an attitude and be the biggest bitch possible I will. You don’t gwtvto dictate anything that goes on in my house.” I said emphasizing the word my.

“This was once my house too Y/N. And it would still be mines if I wasn’t kind enough to let you have it.” I heard his voice echo in my ears.

I got up from my seat on the couch. “Yeah, well giving the house up to me was the least you could do to make up for all the shit you put me through asshole!” I shouted letting my hormones get the best of me. I then made my way upstairs before he could reply.

Confused?

Well so was I when everything started to fall apart last year.

Me and Roman are in the middle of a divorce. And as you could tell it’s nowhere near amicable.

How did it get to this point? I honestly have no idea. I was a good wife, in my opinion. And no I’m not gonna play the victim and put all the blame on my soon to be, ex husband, Roman.

He was a good husband for the most part.

Our marriage was always 50/50. Both of us holding up our part even through the distance his career in WWE brought.

Until it wasn’t. Until he wasn’t.

Suddenly I was putting more in it to make up for his slacking, then it slowly became what seemed like 70/30.

Me fighting the fight alone. All the weight on my shoulders.

Then came the cheating scandal.

I shook my head mentally trying to keep that from surfacing in my mind. I want go there.

No, I refuse to go there.

Just know it hurts. Obviously.

It’s not supposed to feel good, right. Hell no.

Then to find out 2 weeks later I was pregnant. Having to reach out to Roman after I swore up and down to myself I wouldn’t let him back in.

Funny how life doesn’t always agree with what you have in mind.

I finally made it up to my room, laying down in bed. What was once ours, and once held so many fond sweet memories that could make make me a blushing fool at any given minute, leaving whoever was in my company with a questioning look on their face, now was the very thing that could simply bring me to tears.

I sighed trying to clear my mind. I closed my eyes.

Hopefully sleep brings me peace.

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A few weeks later

Roman watched as Y/N fell back onto the hospital bed exhausted. She had just given birth a couple hours ago and of course their family and close friends had been in and out of the room, offering a sincere congratulations to the new parents all the while getting a quick look or two at the newborn.

But now they finally had a moment’s peace to themselves.

He couldn’t help but smile in her direction. A real smile, not a forced one like he’s been having to muster up lately considering how messed up their lives were at the moment.

He’s been proud of her for many things but this… this was by far the most proud he’s ever been of her. She brought their little angel into this world. “I’m so proud of you Y/N…” he absentmindedly repeated himself while again while looking down at the newborn tucked productively in his strong arms.

The sound of a familiar giggle made him glance up from his daughter, and to the woman he knew all to well. “Roman I heard you the first five times.” She said smiling ending her sentence with playful sarcasm.

Oh that smile. He missed that smile.

As a matter of fact he still hasn’t forgiven himself for taking that smile away. Replacing it with a frown, followed by a constant flow of tears.

“Ro…” Her voice snapped him out of his deep thoughts. She called him by one if the many nicknames she had for him. It’s been too long since he’s heard it from her. It was nice.

He looked up at her again. “What’s got you deep in thought?” She asked.

“Oh um…” He cleared his throat. “Us… The past. My fuck ups.” She didn’t reply, which was fine with Roman to be honest. He wanted her to listen. Just listen.

“Look, I know you’ve heard this lame ass speech from me time and time again but I really am sorry and I really didn’t mean for any of that to happen. You know I never wanted us to come to this. To turn out like this.”

He saw Y/N glance off into the distance. A hand coming up to wipe a few stray tears. “Stop…” She said chocking up. “Lets just enjoy this moment. I don’t wanna ruin the joy of Y/D/N’s birth by being reminded of this. I’ve told you I forgive you. It hurts, but I’m not gonna hold it over you anymore. It’s not easy, everyday has been a struggle but I’m ready to be mature about this. Time has helped me come to this conclusion. Time is helping, Ro.” She finished as Roman got up, placing their daughter in the hospital crib beside the bed. He then made his way over to his ex.

“Time isn’t helping me Y/N. And I’m not trying to ruin today. I doubt anything could, but you hearing me out would add to the happiness we’ve already experience. I really need to get this out.”

Again she was silent so he took that as his opportunity once more. “I know I fucked up and that’s been haunting me since, but I need you, Y/N. I’m not the same without you. I’m not as happy as I so badly want to be. As I should be considering I’m now a dad. We have out daughter but…” He paused, taking a second to gently turn her face around making her look at him. “…I don’t have you. I don’t have you the way I want. I can’t kiss you. I can’t have you in my arms as we watch Y/D/N sleep while slowly drifting off into a sleep of our own. Together. Those are things I need. Please give me that back.” He concluded the last part barely above a whisper.

He watched as a new batch of tears formed in her hazel green eyes.

Forcing a sad half smile, he questioned her demanding one final answer to seal the fate of their future. “What if I said I wanted to try again? Forget the last and the mistakes it carries and focus on rebuilding us, our marriage, giving our daughter the chance at a stable family and upbringing with two parents in the house…” He trailed off as Y/N stared back into his brown eyes.

She inched forward slowly, brushing her lips against his.

“I’d say kiss me.”

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