Crossing The Line. - Becky Lynch x Seth Rollins.

Chapter Thirteen.

Saraya hears her name being called in the large and empty hallway. She was on her way to Seth's old bedroom, which is currently being occupied by the father of the aformentioned. She turns to the owner of the voice and sees how the person was sweating like they've seen a ghost.

"I think I just saw a ghost." The pageboy says under their breath.

Oh...kay. Saraya raises her eyebrows; she continues to give the pageboy a disbelieving look.

"I was on my way here and Sasha, at reception, told me she thought she saw someone—"

"I'm sorry, what is going on?" Saraya interrupts as she was not quite certain where this conversation is heading.

"It's Mr. Rollins!" The person blurts.

She glances at the door she was on her way to. "I'm afraid you're not making sense?" Saraya says more assertively.

A phone was hastily held up to Saraya's face, there was a photo of a man on the screen—lo and behold, it was undoubtedly Seth Rollins; he was laughing with a group of men on a picnic mat.

Colour drains from Saraya's face as well, "I need to report this immediately. May I borrow your phone?"

- - -

"Yes!"

The words echo in Seth's head as he releases a breath he'd been holding. He was half expecting Becky to reject him and think his idea to have a redo of their entire wedding was stupid yet he's met with a response just as excited as he was. His whole face brightened up as he got on his feet. Becky's hands land on the sides of his face as they kiss.

Everyone's cheers echoed and a toast was made for them.

The celebration was overall heartwarming and Becky was incredibly thankful for every part of it. At one point she thought she would've eventually gotten exhausted by the continuous energetic scene, but as it turns out his introversion got overruled by the excitement from the supportive people that surrounded her.

Until the day came to an end and it was finally time to head home. It was perfect; both Becky and Seth were looking forward to a peaceful and intimate close to the day alone with each other, in quiet blissful merriment of their own—just like how they preferred with most things.

In a cab as they approach their apartment building, Becky was leaning her head on Seth's shoulder—something she often does since the slight gap in their height allows her to easily slot her head in this very comfortable position, while Seth looks out the window. Seth then notices a familiar-looking parked vehicle as they slow to a stop nearby. Although, the familiarity fills him with apprehension; his memory telling him it wasn't a good sign. They get out of the cab and before Becky could react when it registered how and where she recognized the car, she sees Seth waving at some people just on the other side of the entrance to their apartment.

As Becky traces Seth's line of sight, her stomach turns and her heart stops after realizing who the people Seth was waving at are.

His family.

Seth's blood relatives.

Scarlett was there with a flinty, almost patronizing expression. Next to her was presumably their father, a man in his late senior years who also had a similar serious face but there was something else in his look Becky couldn't read—disappointment? Concern? Relief?

With their locked hands, Becky was pulled by Seth on his way to greet them.

Fuck.

Becky wished time could stop or at least slow down so she could properly assess everything right now. It was all happening too fast. Her surprise, the panic and confusion as to why Seth isn't realising how strange and wrong this all is, as he just continues to take Becky's hand toward his family and the life Becky stole from him.