Rainy Season || R.R {#1}

6. |Off Days|

"Rose."

I stir, but don't get up.

"Baby girl, wake up."

"Mmph." I grumble, pulling the covers over my head.

"Rosalie."

My eyes shot open, and I sit up to look at Roman.

"Never call me that again." I say, pointing my finger at the man laying beside me.

He smiles, pulling me close to him.

"What's the plan for today, my love?" I ask, resting my head on his chest.

He takes a deep breath as he wraps his arm around my much smaller frame.

"I was thinking we could stay just like this." He comments, snuggling close to me. "Did you have anything in mind?"

"As long as I'm with you, I'll do almost anything." I say, taking in his scent.

"So, would you maybe want to go out to dinner later?" He asks.

"Room service. Privacy." I tell him, gently patting his chest.

"That idea is much better than mine, little lady." He remarks, kissing my forehead.

I smile, and go to get up.

"Where are you going?" He frowns.

"I honestly don't think you want me to pee in the bed." I say, trying to keep from laughing.

"Ew. Yeah, no I don't." He says awkwardly.

I laugh, walking into the bathroom.

As soon as I sit on the toilet, a loud thud came from outside the door.

"Ro? Are you okay?" I ask.

"Yeah. I kind of just fell off the bed. That's all." He groans.

"How so?" I ask over the flushing of the toilet.

"I was trying to roll over, and I guess I rolled too far." He says.

I wash my hands, then open the door to see him sitting on the floor by the bed.

"Today just isn't your day, is it?" I ask, jumping over him.

He slowly pulls himself off the floor, and back into the bed next to me.

"Not in the least bit." He sighs.

"Good thing we're both off today. Can't have you losing a match." I say.

"I forgot to ask you about your feud with Paige. Where is that headed?" He asks.

"I wish I knew. I just know I won my first match." I laugh.

"As long as you're happy, that's all that I care about." He tells me.

My phone started buzzing, indicating I'm receiving a call.

"Ugh." I groan, rolling off the bed.

Vince.

I answer the phone, going out onto the balcony.

"Ms. Reilly, I'm calling about your future with the WWE. I wanted to call, and tell you this personally, because I feel like this is the perfect decision for you." He says.

"Am I about to get fired?" I ask.

"What? No. No, of course not." He laughs. "I'm calling to inform you that next Monday night on Raw, you'll be fighting Paige for her Diva's Championship."

"What?! Seriously?" I ask, my jaw slamming down to the floor as I hear the words he says to me.

"I am very serious. You've got unprecedented potential, and I feel like you're exactly what we need." He tells me.

"Thank you so much, Vince. That means so much coming from you." I say.

"Thank you, Ms. Reilly. I'll see you soon." He says, hanging up quickly.

I was surprised, shocked, excited, nervous, and happy all at once. Not to mention scared.

"That was Vince." I tell him, keeping my cool.

"What did he say?" He asks, sitting up quickly.

"He told me that next Monday night on Raw.... I'M GOING AGAINST PAIGE FOR THE TITLE!" I scream, jumping up and down.

His eyes nearly blew out of his skull.

"That's fantastic, baby!" His voice roars.

I was lifted off of my feet, and spun in a circle.

"I cannot believe this is happening." I laugh, resting both hands on my head.

"You've worked hard for it. Hard work pays off." He says.

I hug him tightly, and smile.

"It feels like things are finally turning in my favor." I say, looking into his eyes.

"They turned in my favor when you kissed me." He smiles.

I kiss his cheek softly, then wrap my arms around his neck.

"I don't know how I got so lucky." I say.

"What do you mean?" He asks.

"Perfect job, perfect life, perfect man... It's all like a fairytale. Even though this pain will never be fixed, it still feels like a dream." I sigh.

"Pain?" He asks. "Are you injured?"

I shake my head, looking away.

"I'm not, but my heart is. There's a lot I haven't told you yet, Roman. A lot that makes me ashamed to be who I am. Makes me ashamed to know where I come from." I breathe.

"What haven't you told me?" He asks, holding onto my shoulders tightly.

"That's a story for another time. When I'm ready. It's really personal, and I just... I really don't like talking about it." I say.

"I'll be here when you're ready." He says.

"That's why you're the greatest." I say, giving him a quick peck on the lips.