Roman Reigns Imagines, Etc.

"I want you back"😣😢

You and Roman had been together for 2 years, both of you were so close to your ideal future: family and marriage. You two already lived in the same house. Except, you weren't in it at the moment. You went to talk to Trinity because you and Joe had a big argument about an hour ago and you broke up with him. He came home alittle drunk, but without reason. He didn't let you help him with anything because he could do it and he could handle it.
Roman was stressing with some family things, but you didn't know. He's never told you anything, that's why the argument happened. He was stressing about his ex and Child.

"What's wrong girl?", Trinity asked.

"I don't know Trin" you replied, "Roman is just...gone".

"What do you mean gone?", Trin said worried.

"He's not here like...he doesn't see me and he's not paying attention to what's going on now", you explained.

"He's not in the right state of mind", Trin suggested.

You nodded your head.

"Maybe he's got something else on his mind right now", Trinity said.

"I know he does but he doesn't wanna share..he's not letting me help him", you told her.

"He came over here yesterday to talk to Jon" she said," all I heard was that he was stressing over something".

You sighed.

"He's been coming home drunk and he doesn't tell me why", you told her.

"It must be bad", Trinity said.

"I don't want him to stress though", you said.

"Try talking to him again", Trinity suggested.

"I'll try", you said.

You went back home and sat on the bed. You clicked on the tv as you sat back in your empty bed. Roman had work today because it was Monday so he wouldn't be back for some time. You missed him already. No matter the arguments, you still loved him.
At 7:30 pm you took out your phone and dialed his number, he didn't answer. You left a voicemail: Hey roman, can you please answer your phone? Im just worried about you and need to talk to you.
You called again 10 minutes later and again, before giving up. You tossed your phone at the bottom of the bed as your tears stormed down your face. You bit your lip trying to hold in the sobs and you failed. He left Saturday, he should be there already. He should be able to answer your calls.
Tuesday
You were waken from your sleep by the door closing. Your eyes flashed open and your heart was joyfully jumping. You headed to the stairs and walked down them.

"Roman?", you called.

"Yeah", he answered.

He sounded so depressed compared to the other many times he's answered you. You walked downstairs and stood at the stairs, you watched him sit his bags down.

"Hey", you said softly.

"Hey", he answered.

You helped him take off his jacket and you tossed it onto the couch. You hugged him and he hugged you back, he pulled away after a second. You two had usually hugged like he had just came home from the army, but it changed.

"You alright?", you asked.

"Yeah don't worry about me", he said.

You sighed.

"Go to bed I'll handle your bags", you told him.

"I got it", he said.

"Roman let me help you", you said.

He sighed and let you take the bags.

"Now go to bed" you said, "you're probably exhausted".

You watched him walk up the stairs before picking up his heavy bookbag and suitcase, trudging up the stairs. You sat his things in front of the bed and layed, next to him, in the bed.

"What's got you worked up?", you asked.

You knew he wasn't sleep, he snores.

"It doesn't matter", he answered.

The smell of alcohol filled your nose, you tried not to get mad.

"You were drinking", you said.

"It was one or two", he answered.

"Why?", you asked.

He didn't answer you.

"Why won't you tell me?", you asked.

"Because it doesn't matter", he answered.

He sat up.

"Roman it does matter" you said, "you do matter".

"NO IT DOESNT!", he said getting louder.

"ROMAN THIS IS WHY WE'RE ARGUING NOW!" you argued, "LET ME HELP YOU!".

He took a deep breath, you headed off to the bathroom. You slammed the door shut and and leaned up against it as you dropped to the floor. Your tears rushed down once again, but this time you controlled your sobs. You didn't want Roman to hear you crying.
While you were in the bathroom, Roman was still sitting on the bed. He wanted to punch something but he also wanted to cry. He just lost the love of his life and he's stressing all in one. He sighed and headed for the bathroom door. He knocked, but there was no answer.
He knocked again.

"(y/n) please open the door", he said.

"NO GO AWAY!", you shouted.

"(Y/n) please", he pleaded.

"ROMAN LEAVE ME ALONE!", you fumed.

"I'm sorry okay", he said.

There was no answer. He kept knocking again.

"You wanna know what was wrong?", he asked.

You nodded, but he couldn't see you. He knew what you answer was, considering he knew you very well.

"Galina has a restraining order on me" he said, "I'm not gonna be able to see my daughter..ever again".

You wiped your face.

"I don't know why" he said, "she never told me".

You, slowly, opened the door. You caught him sitting on the floor, leaning on the wall. You kneeled down in front of him as tears dropped from his eyes.

"Why didn't you just tell me that?", you asked.

"Because there's nothing you or I can do about it" he answered, " so what was the point?".

"I said I wanted to be there for you", you told him.

He didn't answer. You took his hand, he kissed your knuckles. You helped him up and led him to the bed. You layed down first, he layed on your chest and listened to your calm heartbeat. You stroked his hair and kissed his head.

"I want you back (y/n) " he said, "I need you back".

"I'm all yours", you replied.