Roman reigns/OC/Dean Ambrose

Part 11

Not that he was keeping count or anything, but it had been two weeks, 4 days, 10 hours, and 27 minutes since Roman was able to touch Taylor in a way that didn't come off as anything other than platonic and innocent, and he was convinced that he was gonna kill someone. Her mother had finally returned from her business trip and there were too many things that had changed for her to come back to the same house. And with Dean suddenly in the picture, there was much explaining to do. Roman flashes back to the day when Dean told them about a phone call he had.

Roman and Taylor were lying in the tangled sheets of her bed when Dean raced up to the room. At some point, Roman can't pinpoint when, they had made their way up the stairs and into her room for Round 2. When it came to Taylor, Roman felt like an addict, and she was his vice. Her body too responsive, a smell so uniquely her made him dizzy, the love faces she makes mesmerize him, the sounds she makes in the throes of passion are music to his ears, and her tightness gripping him in a way he's never experienced. Roman knew she was gonna be the death of him. He couldn't help the swell of emotion that gathered in him when he peered down and saw her curled into his body. All he could think of was protecting her and loving her like she deserved, but unfortunately, he knew that her mother would be coming back soon and things were going to get difficult. He was snapped from his thoughts when he heard Dean clear his throat from the doorway. Did he not close the door on his way up?

"Jesus, Dean!" Roman exclaimed, scrambling for something to cover them with. Roman covered Taylor's body with a sheet and looked up at Dean. He watched as Dean's eyes flickered between Roman and the girl under the sheet. 'Umm, the fuck is he lookin' at?...', Roman thought. What's more is, despite feeling a little jealousy, he felt curious at the looks Dean was throwing Taylor. He carefully slid from under Taylor and off the bed, grabbed a sheet and wrapped it around his lower half. He walked over to Dean. "What's up, man?"

With a final glance at Taylor, Dean said, "Sophia called," he watched as Roman visibly blanched, "After trying to figure out who I was, she told me to tell you that she's flying in tomorrow. She needs you to come and get her from the airport."

Roman sighed. Yeah, that's when everything flipped upside down for Roman and Taylor. He remembers the conversation he had to have with her some hours later about how things would have to work from then on. It wasn't pleasant to say the least.

The pair were sitting in the living room when Roman tried to break it down to Taylor. He gazed out of the large double window that dominated the room. The sun was shining and the birds were singing, but to him, it just didn't match the current situation. He told the girl that her mother would be home the next day and that as much as it pained them both, that they would have to go back to acting like they did before, which was barely looking at each other, let alone being intimate.

"Oh God! Oh god, oh god, oh god!" Taylor panicked. "What have I done? What have we done? She's gonna find out! And she's gonna hate me! I-I-I-I can't do this! I don't think I can do this!" Taylor began to hyperventilate. Roman embraced her tightly.

"Baby! Baby, calm down. I need you to calm down. Shh, please, take a deep breath for me. Please?" Roman cooed. He waited for her breathing to gradually slow before he said anything. "Taylor, look at me." The girl glanced up at him. "I need you to stay calm, okay? I know that a lot of things have drastically changed in the absence of your mom, but baby girl, I still love you and I still wanna be with you. But with your mom coming back, things are gonna be different for awhile. Because she still believes I'm with her, and technically I am…." Roman ran a hand over his face, "God, this is so fucked up… I love you, baby, but I don't know how much longer I will put up with this charade with your mom and I don't know what will happen next, but just know, I won't let you go without a fight. Okay?" Roman looked down at her, mentally pleading for her to understand.