Roman reigns/OC/Dean Ambrose

getting to know Taylor

TAYLOR! HURRY UP AND GET DOWN HERE!"

"I'm comin' ma!" Taylor screamed in reply to her shrieking mother. Today was yet another "special" day for them both, or so her mother said. Taylor is going to meet another one of her mom's boyfriends. Taylor sighed, thinking back on her mother's failed relationships. She's dated every kind of scumbag anyone could think of. There was the bad boy, Jed; Taylor rolled her eyes remembering him; he was entirely too old to still played the bad boy card but her mom still fell for it. There was John, the "special uncle" also known as the Late Night Fling. There also was Ricky, the Latino Hot Fire; also known as the Guy Who Needed a Green Card. 'Jeez,' Taylor shuddered, recalling her name being Hernandez for all of two weeks. 'Man, that Mexican food was awful.'

Taylor was a good ol' Southern girl who just wished her mother would get a grip and get a hold of some old school Southern morals and wait to find a good man and develop a relationship and not just jump into bed with the first guy to tell her she's pretty. And to also stop going through her closet to find tight clothes to go out in! Taylor knew for a fact that she was still missing some skirts, despite how rarely she wore them; she still knew they were gone!

"Too old to be wearin' my stuff anyway woman," Taylor grumbles as she put the finishing touches on her hair. Her mama said to look nice today, because apparently this new guy has got a little money. 'Figures,' Taylor thinks, 'Gotta' fool this guy into thinkin' us Southern women are just classy as hell and just a bunch Georgia peaches with high hair and lemonade waitin' on the front porch.' Taylor snorts. "Just wait 'til he sees her eat those chitlins and barbecue. Ha!" She laughed quietly.

Taylor put her hairbrush down and gave herself a final glance before stepping out of her room and descending the stairs to see her mom frantically running around the kitchen to finish the dinner she'd made for all three of them, while checking and fixing her makeup. Taylor doesn't even understand why she's rushing anyway, it's not like her mom can even cook. She knows good and damn well that it was Taylor who kept them alive by cooking and grocery shopping, because her mom was usually out looking for men or getting drunk...or both.

"Well don't just stand there! HELP ME!" her mom screeches.

"Help you what?"

"Take this roast and put it on the dining room table!" her mom says before basically throwing the roast at her daughter.

"Um… Ma this...this is burnt."

"I know, I know, but it's still edible, now go do what I said, he'll be here any minute!"

"Yes ma'am." Taylor responds obediently as she walked into the dining room and set the pot roast in the middle of the dining room table. She takes a good look at the meat her mom...uh… produced for them as dinner. 'Edible my ass… That thing is probably dry as hell too... Ugh, guess I won't be eating tonight.' she thought, gazing at the blackened meat.

*Ding Dong*

"AH! He's here! He's here! Taylor come here!"

Taylor sighs as she moves away from the table into the foyer with her mother, who's fixing herself up in the mirror. "Do I look okay? Do you think he'll like you? Do you think he likes kids? What if he doesn't? Oh what will I do then? Maybe this isn't the right time yet… Oh gosh," Taylor's mom said in a panic.

Taylor sighed yet again, which seemed to be the only sound coming from her as of late. As usual, her mother's only concern was about what her new 'boo' thought, and no one else. In her sixteen years on Earth, Taylor had not met anyone more selfish than her own mother. Don't get her wrong, she loved her mother dearly, but it did get to be too much at times. In a town as small as theirs, her mother's reputation preceded her, which made it extremely hard for Taylor to make and keep friends, and to be herself, an extroverted person.

"Ma… Ma! Calm down. You look fine as always. I dunno if he'll like me, we'll just have to find out. Now he's standin' out there waiting for you to open the door. Take a deep breath and go get 'em tiger." Taylor said smiling at her mother. Her mother returned the smile and turned towards the door. Taylor's smile faltered, she looked down at her shoes and leaned against the table in the foyer as her mother approached the doorway some feet away. She had prepared herself to pick up the shattered pieces of her mother when this new guy got whatever it is he wanted from her mom and left. It was a vicious cycle; one her mother refused to learn from.

Taylor listened as her mother's high heels clicked down the hallway before coming to a stop at the door. She heard her mother open the door and greet their guest. Taylor tried to stop the churning in her gut and suppress her automatic disdain for the guy. 'Who knows he could be a good guy, right?' Taylor thought.

"Taylor, darling," Taylor resisted the urge to snort, barely, at the pet name only used in the presence of company. "This is my boyfriend." Taylor finally looked up at the mystery man and froze.

'Damn,' she thought. 'He definitely ain't from around here.'

If anyone were to ask Taylor how to describe this person, she probably would have said, "Six foot five, and about two hundred and fifty pounds of solid muscle." However, since she didn't have a lot of friends, no one but her would know this. 'Jeez, he's gorgeous,' she thought as she took in the squared, chiseled jaw, hair pulled up in a bun, maintained goatee framing plump pink lips, straight nose, and, to her amazement, striking gray eyes that looked like he could see into her soul. 'He has tattoos,' she mentally groaned, noticing the different intricate designs showing from where his sleeve had inched up from his elbow. She could only assume that it went up his entire arm, and perhaps on to his chest, as she could see a similar design near the two top buttons, which were conveniently left unbuttoned.

Taylor was snapped out of her daze when her mother cleared her throat. She looked up to see her mother glaring at her with her "Don't' embarrass me" face and to see her "boyfriend" standing next to her with an impassive look on his face, but amusement twinkling in his eyes. He took two strides with his long, muscular legs towards Taylor who had to resist the urge to back up. The man walked with an aura of authority and confidence. She had another urge to flinch when he extended his hand towards her.

"Hi, my name is Roman Reigns"