Flames

Weaning and Waning, part 2

"You're second-guessing things. I can tell." Even before they were married—hell, before they were dating—Seth could tell when Becky was unsure. Her confidence was such a key part of personality, both inside the ring and outside, but he could tell when it was genuine and when it was performed. She wasn't completely hesitant now, but he knew something was bothering her.

Becky looked around the hotel suite and sighed. "This just doesn't feel right. I'm used to having her here with us," she said at last. "This is lovely and all, but...."

"Remember all the media we have to do," Seth said gently, leaving his bag and going over to hug his wife. Ever since she had gone public with her post-weaning depression, she had been second-guessing herself when it came to Roux, so he had been doing his best to reassure her. She was one of the best mothers he had ever known and he hated to see her so shaken. "We'd hardly get to see her."

"I know. But my family hardly gets to see her. They could've come to London for a few days...." Becky wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his chest.

It almost made him laugh, because Roux often did the same thing. For their daughter, though, it was her version of You can't see me or I can't see it. For Becky, it was more about comfort, so he stayed still, only moving his hand to stroke her hair. "They're welcome to visit us anytime. You know that. There's plenty of room at the house," he said, "or if they'd rather go to Los Angeles, there's a ton of good hotels nearby."

"It's such a long flight, though. And we were already coming—" Becky stopped herself before he could. "I know. I know. It's good for her to have time away from us and for us to have time away from her, and she's completely fine with your mom and stepdad."

Seth tilted her chin up. "You're just being a mom. Problem is, you're too damn good at it."

"Ha. I wish." Becky braced herself on his arms and kissed him. "When I was talking to Trinity, she said I should treat this like a vacation and enjoy it."

That made Seth laugh. "Yeah, well, coming from her—I think she's still hoping for that red-headed niece or nephew with a blond streak."

Becky grinned up at him. "Then she might have to pester Rhea and Buddy. They've at least got that colour scheme going on naturally."

"There's a kid who will be a terror," Seth replied. Glancing down at the dresser, where both of their phones were sitting, he added, "What's on your schedule for today?"

"Same as you. That Mr. & Mrs. quiz, some interviews...." Becky narrowed her eyes. "Don't tell me Trinity's got you on board too."

Seth just laughed, shuffling Becky backwards to the bed. "I can't argue with half of the equation," he replied. "And Roux wasn't planned and look how well she turned out."

"But you're a champion now, and I'm in a feud...." Their positions in the company were almost reversed from when Becky first got pregnant. "And Roux... is Roux."

"That she is." Seth might have been laughing, but he knew exactly what Becky meant. They both adored their daughter, but she was definitely a handful. Raising her could be challenging enough at times; adding a newborn to the equation could be a disaster. "We have time to see how things go with her. We don't all need to have five kids."

Becky gave his stomach a gentle jab. "Speaking of Roman, are we having dinner with him while we're all in the same place?"

"I haven't asked him yet," Seth confessed, "but I'm sure he'll have time. He's not doing as much media as we are." In all honesty, Seth had forgotten to ask. He had been both looking forward to spending time with Becky alone and worrying about how she would deal with being away from Roux. Hanging out with friends, especially ones from the SmackDown roster they didn't get to see as often, would probably help distract her.