Complicated

Valentine's Day 2021

Bobby's POV

Savannah is not a hard girl to impress. So picking out a Valentine's Day gift for her shouldn't have been hard. Granted, I had ordered it weeks ago and picked it up from the store last Tuesday while Savvy helped Rhea move. 

Now, anxiety flowed through me as I prepared to see her for the first time today. This wasn't about giving her the gift or even about seeing her for the first time in two days, which I was so ready to do. Damn, I missed her so much.

This was about still working to make up for hurting her so much before we got together. It had been two months since my surgery. That night was one of the hardest and most nerve-wracking I'd had in a while. First was Savannah's War Games match, which I had been nervous as hell for. I had paced the floor from the moment she entered the match until I had my arm around her backstage. The guys threw me out of our locker room as soon as she had texted me so I could go see for myself that was okay. Then there was my War Games match. I loved it. The adrenaline, the crowd's reactions, the feeling of knowing that I was part of the most iconic team in NXT's history, but I had felt the moment my tricep tore. The adrenaline made it easy to ignore, but I knew bad news was coming.

Past that everything seemed to pass by in a blur; the ride to the hospital, Savannah's hand in mine the entire time, the tests, the doctor explaining the injury, then being in my room with Savannah.

That's when she finally cracked. Those few days before War Games had been perfect, but we both knew we were just digging ourselves in deeper. Then, as I was waiting for the cage to release her during the War Games match, I realized that I loved this girl. Regardless of everything; the gossip, our age difference, and all the ways that she and I could go wrong, I loved her and I wouldn't...couldn't let her go.

Seeing her sitting in front of the huge window of the hospital room with dark circles under her eyes as she lost sleep for me, just solidified the feeling more and slapped me in the face with the fact that she loved me too. Then she spoke. Each word had been full of pain, and I knew I was the reason why.

I had wanted to ask her to try this relationship thing with me after the surgery when we could actually talk it through, but if I hadn't told her then I would have lost her for good.

Two months into the relationship, and I can't even remember why I had thought it was such a bad idea. She was perfect. She didn't even hold the months before against me, which she was a saint for. I was certainly holding them against myself. I'd made her doubt herself. I'd made her cry, she thought I hadn't seen her tears as we laid in bed together. Technically she was right. I had felt her body shake as she cried. I'd been drunk and had let things go way too far, so I'd just held her, feeling absolutely horrible.

I parked in her driveway and grabbed the small box from the seat beside and the ridiculously large bouquet of roses that Kyle had insisted that Savannah would love. I think he was more nervous about our first Valentine's Day together than I was.

"Hey there," Savannah smiled at me as I entered her door. Her eyes flitted from me to the huge bouquet. "Those for me?"

"Obviously," I said handing her the vase. "Although, full disclosure, Kyle picked them out."

"Well tell him thank you for me. They're gorgeous." She said and leaned in, pressing our lips together for only a second. I wanted to pull her back to me, but she was already gone. I followed her into the living room, stopping to check her out as she bent over the coffee table to arrange the flowers just as she wanted them.

"Stop staring at my ass," She said, still messing with the flowers.

"And why do you think I'm staring at your ass?" I chuckled.