Trust Comes First (A WWE Fanfic)

Chapter 80 Never On My Own

Monday Night RAW

The weeks flew by and before I knew it Wrestlemania was looming on the horizon. My last Wrestlemania had been terrible, ending up losing Roman and getting thrown through a table. IT seemed to be the running theme in my life that people liked to throw me through tables. It was 2 Sundays before Wrestlemania and everything was going smoothly with me and everyone on the bus. Currently Seth and Dean were at the gym together, leaving me and Roman on the couch, curled up and catching up. My head was on his lap, my phone riding on my stomach as he looked down at me. We were catching up on the 4 years we missed out in each other's lives, asking the first questions that popped into our heads.

"Why does it say you're from Seattle?" he asked, his turn as he brushed my hair from my forehead.

"Because I am." I answered, seeing the frown from his face, "We moved to Florida when I was really young, like super young. After I left here I moved back to Seattle, not wanting to go back and deal with my parents."

"How come you never told me this before?"

"You never asked."

He kept brushing my hair, making me close my eyes, relaxation flowing through me. I brought my hand up, letting it rest against his forearm, feeling the muscles flex under his skin. Suddenly he was bent over me, his nose buried in the hair at my temple and I opened my eyes. His hair was falling onto my face and I laughed quietly, the strands tickling my cheeks.

"Roman what are you doing?" I asked and he leaned back up.

"You still use the same shampoo don't you?" he questioned, leaning back up, "Pomegranate."

"Ya I stock up on it." I laughed, chewing on the inside of my cheek.

Roman smirked, continuing to run his fingers through my hair. The silence that followed wasn't awkward but comfortable, the two of us just relaxing on the couch. I was trying not to think about Wrestlemania coming up, not wanting to stress about it. I knew that Shield would be going up against Evolution, it was only a matter of time. Suddenly my phone went off and I looked down, wincing when I saw my parents face pop up. Pushing the red I sat it back down on my stomach I saw Roman's eyebrow go up slightly.

"The last thing I need is a lecture on my wrestling. And I know the minute I pick up that phone that's what I'm going to get." I sighed, answering his unasked question.

"You guys still aren't on the same page about your career?" he frowned, and I turned my head, gazing up at him, "Even though you're what, 8 years in almost."

"You know how they get whenever I mention it. Even though they hate it I know they watch and they seem to think that I'm an idiot for not joining the Authority. In their words they seem like a 'lovely couple' who only wants to see me succeed." I groaned, remembering that conversation clearly.

Roman had a serious frown on his face and his hand stilled in my hair. I knew he always hated how me and my parents were always at odds, never seeing eye to eye. I understood why because Roman and his parents were close and when he took me to meet them they immediately welcomed me like part of the family. Reaching up I smoothed the wrinkles on his forehead, not wanting him to be upset over my crap. Instantly he smiled and I let my hand drop, holding his forearm. I thought of something horrifying and my hand tightened on his arm.

"Do your parents hate me?" I blurted out, feeling bad all over again.

"What? No." Roman exclaimed, meeting my eyes, "Why would you think that?"