Stay [a Roman Reigns story]

7 Listen...

"Woah! Excuse me? I may be a wee bit drunk, but.... did you just say 'to get married'?" I asked as I stared at him.

There was no way he had just said that. I was probably already asleep and this was just a very vivid dream. We didn't even know each other. So Roman couldn't be serious. No way he was.

"That's exactly what I said. Come on. Go pack, baby girl." he demanded again.

"Have you lost your mind? We hardly know each other. You can't just marry me," I retorted.

"It doesn't matter. I just don't want you to lose everything because of that motherfucker. It's bad enough you lost your job because of him. I'm not going to let him kick you out of the country, too," Roman said.

"Roman, listen.... I really appreciate what you want to do for me and I'm not going to lie, it's very tempting. But you haven't thought this through enough. First of all, you should marry a woman you love. This is a serious fucking thing. It's not something you just do randomly. What's your family going to say? Summer would kill us both.

And second, the USCIS will find out in 2 seconds that this is only a sham marriage. Then they will eventually deport me. They are very suspicious these days, because so many people have tricked their way into getting a green card. I might as well leave without causing you so much trouble. Just go and forget you were here. I'll be fine," I replied as I felt the tears welling up in my eyes again.

"No, DJ! Now you listen to me. I know it may sound crazy and it may not work, but at least it can buy you more time. If there's one thing I've learned in life, it's not to give up without a fight. Besides, you're one of Summer's best friends. And that means you're family in my eyes.

So.... now stop being so stubborn and reasonable, pack a bag and let me fucking marry you." he explained to me. His voice firm and almost a growl.

"I ca-" I began.

But before I could even finish my sentence, Roman took a few steps toward me, closing the distance between us. I looked into his dark, warm eyes as he took my face in his hands. For a moment he looked deep into my eyes before leaning down to me. Roman's hot, full lips met mine. Slowly he began to kiss me. And I almost forgot how breathing worked. My insides began to tingle as I couldn't help but return this completely unexpected kiss.

He pulled back from me a little. A small, satisfied smile lingered on those perfect lips as I looked up at him, panting.

"Will you please marry me Daniela Jette Müller?" he whispered as he continued to hold my face close.

"How do you..." I breathed as I tried to get my thoughts into some kind of order.

"From Summer." he replied softly with a smirk.

"Of course..." I mumbled.

"Well?" he asked, bringing me back to his original question.

I took a deep breath. Then I sighed, and it felt like surrender. But in a weirdly good way.

"I'll marry you, Roman," I finally replied.

"Thank you. Now go pack quickly. We have to hurry. The plane won't wait for us, baby girl." he then said, and then took my hand to pull me to the closet in the bedroom before I could contradict him again.