Thank you so much to everyone who read, commented and favourited last week's update - I know it was a little more chilled than usual, but I hope it still hit the spot.

You know I like to mix it sometimes, so this week it's a 2-4-1 on many levels. First up, I will be posting a second chapter to this in a few days (I would have done it straight away, but it needs a bit of tweaking). Secondly, the next chapter will actually be from Dean's POV. Mainly because I suck at titles and felt this fitted well with both their stories, but also because for once, all my timelines are level! Yay. And finally... Nobigsmutscene. Moving on...

Finally, finally - both chapters contain a lot of conversation. Which really isn't my strong point - I re-wrote huge chunks of this many times and I pray I got it all spot on - or near enough at least.

WARNING: Hints of smut...

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but my wonderful OCs and my insane imagination that goes faster than I can write

Enjoy x

I've been waiting all night for you to tell me,
Tell me that you need me
Tell me that you want me
Waiting All night, Rudimental ft Ella Eyre

Seth's POV

"Do we really have to go?" I can't help the whine that enters my voice as Siobhan picks through her suitcase.

"Yes."

I frown at her bent form, my eyes casting down over her towel-covered back to her ass which is barely covered by said towel. I shift uncomfortably from my position in the bed, the sheets doing nothing to hide my arousal as she straightens, clothes in hand and lets the towel fall to the floor.

I curse silently as she slowly slides her panties up her legs, completely oblivious to the torture she's putting me through. Who'd have thought watching a woman dress would be as bigger turn on as watching her strip? I had that pleasure earlier, when she pushed me back onto the bed and slowly peeled away her shorts and tank top, revealing her pale skin to me for the first time in weeks.

WWE has demanded more and more of my time over the last few months, whilst Siobhan's own work has moved away from being exclusively at home, taking her across the country every few weeks. Considering that our first foray into this arrangement didn't start particularly well, we've both been cautious to make sure that we have time for each other. Even if it's just for a few hours on a Wednesday evening before Siobhan heads to the airport early the next day. By the time she returns, I'm long gone.

But despite all this, the effort is still there. Work is banned from any long periods of time we spend together, unless absolutely necessary. We refuse to spend our time exclusively in my apartment. We go out. We go to bars, we drink, we laugh, we crunch our way through bowls of nachos whilst watching the game. We go out to dinner, tease each other in dark corners of restaurants, casually touch each others thighs under the table, exchange soft, lingering kisses next to the car before driving home, her hand in mine as I kiss her knuckles. But on the evenings where we all we want to do is curl up on the couch and order in, our phones are switched off, hidden away out of sight. We surround ourselves with blankets and cushions, tucked away in our own little world.

The tension caused by our chosen employers will always be there. We can never truly escape it. But we do our best. We fight back, fight for a few hours here and there, fight to hear each others voices, even if it's just for a couple of minutes before one of us is hustled off to a meeting or to board a plane.

I haven't seen her in almost three weeks. I arrived at the hotel just after midday, finding it empty apart from her own bags and a note explaining she'd gone to lunch with Lex and Becca. So I headed to the gym, returning a couple of hours later to find her waiting for me. Despite my aching limbs, hunger took over. She felt so damn good in my arms, beneath me, on top of me. Her breath was hot on my ear, letting go of a shaky gasp, a whisper of my name as I wrapped my arms around her and held her to me.

And then she was gone, slipping from the covers and scurrying to the bathroom to shower and get ready for dinner. When I scowled, she'd chuckled and then looked pointedly at the clock and I realised that nearly four hours had passed in what felt like a few minutes. Another afternoon slipping through our fingers, our evening together sacrificed for the sake of being social.

"Where are we going anyway?" I exhale as I finally resign myself to getting out of bed.

"Some Italian place. It's only a block away."

"And why do we have to go again?"

"They asked, we said yes," she says, turning to face me and sliding her bra straps into place.

"But–"

She rolls her eyes as she steps towards me, her arms circling my waist. "But nothing. You get me all day tomorrow, remember?"

True. But I want more than that. And she knows it.

"We can order room service, take a long shower together..." Her lips press briefly against my shoulder. "Sleep..."

"Why can't we do that tonight?" My hands run down her back, my fingers plucking at the waistband of her panties.

"Good things come to those who wait," she tells me with another soft kiss to my skin before pulling back. "And if we don't turn up, Lex will lose her shit. She was very specific about us all going tonight."

"Why?" I turn to my own suitcase to draw out my wash-bag.

"I dunno. She was acting really weird."

"How so?" I call over my shoulder as I head to the bathroom. I turn on the shower, stepping inside as Siobhan starts to rattle through her make up on the vanity unit.

"I dunno. She point-blank refused a glass of wine."

I chuckle. "I doubt that means anything."

"C'mon, how long have you known Lex? Since when did she ever turn down a glass?"

"Maybe she was driving?" I close my eyes as water pounds my face.

"We were in the hotel restaurant."

"I don't know, sweetheart. Maybe she just didn't want any." I wipe the steamed glass with my hand and see Siobhan frowning at her own reflection. "You're reading way too much into this."

"See, that's where you're wrong," she turns, pointing at me with a brush. "The plot thickens, Rollins. We finish eating, the waiter asks if we want coffee. Lex pulls out this packet of herbal tea from her purse."

"She's given up coffee?" I'll give her that, it is kind of weird to think of Lex without a Starbucks glued to her hand.

"Apparently so. I have no idea how though. That stuff smelt horrific and she's just sitting there, drinking it like it's the best damn thing she's had all day."

My laugh echoes around the bathroom as I dip back under the stream of water to rinse. Siobhan mutters something that I don't hear.

"What's that?" I shut off the shower.

"Doesn't matter."

Wrapping a towel around my waist, I step behind Siobhan, my hands gliding over her hips as she leans closer to the mirror to line her eyes black. "I'm sure Lex is fine. And if something's up, she'll tell you."

"I just..." she pulls back, dropping the pencil with a small clatter. "I just feel like a shit friend. I haven't seen her in months, in fact, we've barely spoken. I've been so busy with work and then trying to fit in time with you and–"

My lips press against her neck, interrupting her flow. "You know I would never want you to put me before your friends. I would never hold that against you, you know that right?"

"Of course, but I just... I just feel like I should know what's wrong with her."

"Nothing is wrong with her. Pretty sure Roman would have said something if there was."

"I guess..." But she doesn't seem convinced, her brow furrowing as she leans forward again to coat her eyelashes.

I head back out into the bedroom, swiping another towel as I pass and scrubbing it over my head and hair. I'm convinced there is nothing wrong with Lex. Mainly because Roman has been strutting around backstage, his smile so wide, it's like he slept with a damn coat-hanger in his mouth. The guy is beyond pleased about something, yet no-one can get it out of him. I've tried, Dean's tried. Nothing. Jimmy, Jey and Naomi tried. Nothing.

"Life's good, bro."

That's all any of us get. Life's good.

Siobhan's hand grazes my arm as she brushes past me, as I pull out pants and a shirt from my suitcase.

"Why don't you spend some time with Lex tomorrow?" I suggest as she tugs on black jeans.

"She's flying back home in the morning. But she mentioned about going back to see her mom in a few weeks, so I might go and check in on my apartment for a couple of days and catch up with her then."

"Right."

"That's sweet of you though," she smiles, adjusting her hair which is striking against the green of her shirt. "But tomorrow is about us, like we agreed."

Slipping on her heels, she approaches me, her fingers smoothing the collar of my blazer. She steps behind me and starts to pull back my semi-dry hair into a familiar knot at the base of my neck. Her fingertips brush against the back of my ears and a shiver ripples through me. Her hands slide over my shoulders when she's done, her body pressed against my back. My eyes drift closed as she presses a soft kiss to my earlobe.

She sighs, pulling back and I groan inwardly. Twisting round, I pull her back into my arms, my fingers brushing a thick lock of hair behind her ear.

"You sure I can't tempt you to start tomorrow now?" I whisper against her lips.

She allows me one, fleeting kiss before pulling back. "Later."

Later can't come sooner.

Siobhan nudges me in the side as Lex covers the rim of her glass with her hand, shaking her head as the waiter offers to pour her wine. I roll my eyes in response, my focus drifting back to the menu in front of me.

"You're really taking this tee-total thing to the limit," Siobhan comments, lifting up her own glass.

"I'm not tee-total. I'm driving," Lex responds and I glance up in time to see Roman's hand engulf hers and squeeze softly. Lex's eyes dart up to him and they exchange similar smiles.

Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Siobhan about to open her mouth again, but the waiter re-appears, asking for our orders. He slowly makes his way through our orders and after I've handed him back my menu, I slip my hand under the table and squeeze Siobhan's jean-clad thigh. She glances towards me and I shake my head ever so slightly, willing her to leave whatever she was about to say unspoken. She widens her eyes in response, pursing her lips together.

She'd continued her examination of the facts as we'd made the short walk to the restaurant, only quitting the subject when we entered and saw the other four already seated. It was the first time I had seen Lex in a few months and whilst I couldn't put my finger on it, there was definitely something different about her. Roman's eyes never left Lex as she hugged both me and Siobhan on greeting, her loose white shirt billowing around her small frame as she moved.

"So Lex, what's the deal?" Dean questions as the waiter pulls back from the table.

"The deal, Ambrose?"

"Yeah, why you dragging our asses out here for dinner?"

"Ignore him," Becca smiles apologetically at Lex.

"Ignore me? Darlin', I ain't seen you in weeks. They," Dean jerks a thumb towards Roman and Lex. "They know exactly what that's like, yet they still drag us out here."

"Tell me about it," I mutter, wincing as Siobhan elbows my side. "Hey, what was that for?"

She scowls at me and then turns back to Lex. "So c'mon then. Spit it out."

Lex almost chokes on her water. "Spit what out?"

"Dean's right. There is obviously something you want to tell us, so let's hear it."

"I told you this was a bad idea," Roman chuckles, his arm circling around Lex's shoulders and pulling her closer to him.

"What was a bad idea?" Becca's eyes have narrowed, her gaze darting between the couple.

"I wanted to tell them all together," Lex is reminding Roman.

"Tell us what?" Siobhan asks, her impatience clear.

Another smile is exchanged before Lex takes a breath. "Well, we have some news."

There's a brief pause, only punctuated by a gasp from my side. I turn to see Siobhan's eyes start to widen.

"You're pregnant."

My gaze snaps back towards Lex and Roman, who are both staring at Siobhan in surprise. Lex slowly opens her mouth and then closes it again as if realising that whatever she's about to say has... Well, already been said.

"How–" Roman blinks, breaking the stunned silence.

"I... I guessed," Siobhan says slowly. "Hang on, I was right?" Her voice shoots up an octave. "You are pregnant?"

"Yes," Lex finally speaks, a grin slowly transforming her face.

Siobhan lets out a squeal, her chair scraping back as she leaps to her feet. "Lex! Girl, come here!"

I chuckle softly as Siobhan bounds around the table and almost wrenches her friend from her chair to hug her once again.

"Congrats, bro," I nod at Roman, who grins back almost sheepishly.

"Yeah, man. Fuck," exclaims Dean. "I feel bad about complaining now. That's amazing news."

"Thanks," Roman nods in response, scraping a hand over his face. "She made me promise not to tell you both. Sorry."

Behind him, Becca is releasing Lex from her own hug of congratulations. I watch with a smile as Lex smooths down her shirt, spreading the material tightly over the slight swell of her belly. Siobhan looks at it in awe, her fingers nervously sweeping across her cheeks as she grins and then pulls Lex back into another hug.

"No worries," Dean is brushing aside Roman's apology. "Least this explains the permanent grin that's been plastered across your face. We were this close to beating that outta you."

Roman holds up his hands in surrender. "We had the first scan a few weeks back. I couldn't help myself." He turns, reaching for Lex. "You got the printout, baby girl?"

Siobhan and Becca return to their seats as Lex retrieves a small square of paper from her purse. Passing it to Siobhan, she points out the head and body.

"Wow," Siobhan exhales, "He's so tiny."

"See, told you Pumpkin's totally gonna be a boy," Roman winks at Lex.

"Pumpkin?" I question as Siobhan passes me the scan photo, pointing out the fuzzy shape in the centre.

"The due date is October," Lex explains. "And I'm not allowed to use 'it.'"

Just above the body is another spot of white and I suddenly realise it's a hand, raised as if waving at the camera. Passing it to Dean, I watch as Becca leans in to look as well, her head resting on his shoulder as she points out the hand as well.

"So how far long are you?" she asks, passing the scan photo back to Roman.

"Almost 15 weeks," Lex's hand drops instinctively to her stomach, no longer attempting to hide behind her loose shirt. "But we found out about six weeks ago." Her gaze turns to Siobhan. "So, it was really just a guess?"

"Well... We–"

"We?" Lex's eyes cut to me.

"Becca and I," Siobhan corrects her. "We thought it was a bit weird when you turned down wine at lunch. And then coffee. And how you must have gone to the bathroom about five times in the space of two hours."

"And the only logical explanation was pregnancy?"

"That was all Shiv," Becca points. "I just thought it was a bit odd, s'all."

Lex giggles and sighs. "The coffee thing is so damn hard. Like all I can smell is coffee and I'm sitting there drinking this shitty herbal tea because it's the only thing stopping me from vomiting."

Siobhan's face crinkles in disgust. "That nasty smelling stuff prevents the vomiting?"

"The doctor said it should stop after the first trimester, but this one," Lex points at her stomach. "This one has decided to continue on past that, just for shits and giggles."

"You gonna find out if it's a boy or a girl?" Becca asks.

Lex shrugs as does Roman. "We haven't decided."

"Oh, it's so going to be a boy," Siobhan grins. "No girl would put their mama-to-be through that. He's gonna be little trouble-maker, breaking hearts wherever he goes."

Becca chuckles. "Can you imagine if it is a girl though? Poor thing's never going to get a chance to date, not with these three."

"Damn straight," Roman nods.

"That's where we come in," Siobhan nods at Becca. "Show her a few tricks."

Lex giggles as Roman groans. "No way."

"What?" Siobhan's face is a picture of mock-innocence. "Oh please, if you have a girl she'll have you wrapped around her little finger the second she opens her eyes."

"Some boy'll turn up to take her to prom and despite all your scowling, she'll just bat her eyelids at you and you won't be able to say no to her," Becca chimes in.

"Boys, c'mon, back me up here," Roman pleads to me and Dean.

"Dude's right," Dean tells Becca. "Time to get your own back on all those dads that gave us the death-look when we turned up for their daughters."

"My high school girlfriend's dad took me down to the basement to show me his collection of hunting rifles," I recall with a grimace. "He didn't say a word, just looked me in the eye and nodded. Then I'm sat in the car with her fucking hand on my thigh and whispering in my ear and all I can think about is those damn guns."

Siobhan snorts beside me. "You mean he saw through those puppy-dog eyes of yours? What a surprise."

I squeeze her thigh under the table. "I ain't got puppy-dog eyes."

Dean is recalling his own memory, with a slightly more violent edge to it. But I'm distracted by the coy look in Siobhan's eye as she bites her lip.

"You do," she murmurs quietly. "They come out when you beg."

"I never beg."

"Oh, really?" She looks up at me through thick lashes. "Sounded like begging earlier."

I frown. "When?"

She raises an eyebrow in response. "When you were trying to convince me to stay in bed."

"I'd say I was entitled to use them then."

"And when I was riding you."

I swallow hard as she turns back to the rest of the table. I shift uncomfortably in my seat, trying and failing to shake the image of her hands pressed against my chest as she slowly wound her hips in a figure of eight, my own hands gripping her thighs as my eyes rolled back in my head.

I blink frantically, reaching for my water. Across the table, Lex has shifted her chair closer to Roman's. His arm has snuck around her waist, his hand resting on her stomach. The now-trademark grin is plastered across his face as he looks down at Lex, who is oblivious to his gaze, her own eyes focused on Dean and Becca, giggling at the former's story.

Siobhan's hand slides over mine, resting on the table between us. Her fingers slip between mine, curling our hands into a fist and squeezing. I glance at her out of the corner of my eye and find her watching Roman and Lex too. Her eyes are soft, a small smile tugging at her lips. And then Dean makes a comment and her eyes cut to him, her voice dripping in sarcasm as she responds and my heart pounds.

Siobhan rocks against me as I fumble for the room key.

"I can't believe she's pregnant."

"I can't believe you guessed," I reply as the door clicks open and I let her enter before me.

I watch as she sits on the edge of the bed, kicking off her shoes before falling back on the crumpled sheets.

"Well, what other news could they possibly have?"

I shrug. "A new house?"

"I doubt they would have announced that over dinner."

I join her on the bed, relishing in the way she automatically snuggles into my side. My fingers find their way through her hair, slow strokes that make her sigh happily.

"She's over the moon," she murmurs.

"I know."

Her hand brushes against my chest, nails scratching softly through my shirt as her lips brush against the side of my neck.

I remember the look on her face as she watched Lex and Roman and my heart starts to pound once again. A few years ago, a look like that would have had me running to the hills and I always found an excuse to extract myself from a girl's life should I ever see that look. All I wanted was company, nothing serious, nothing that required more of me than a couple of hours here and there to leave us both satisfied.

Yet...

Now that look fills me with excitement. I wouldn't say the nerves are completely gone, but they sure as hell aren't going to scare me away. No, seeing that look appear on Siobhan's face makes me want to explore the possibilities that it unearths. That look on her face tells me that there is so much more ahead of us. That look makes me wonder if a similar one has ever graced my face as well.

"You're quiet," Siobhan whispers. "You okay?"

"Yeah, sweetheart. I'm good," I tell her, smiling up at the ceiling as she kisses my cheek and sits up.

I shift up onto my elbows, watching as she plucks my discarded workout shirt from the floor, along with her shorts and tank top from earlier in the day. Folding them neatly, she stacks them next to our suitcases before she starts to strip. Down to her bra and panties, she heads for the bathroom, pushing the door to.

If I close my eyes and blot out the hotel room, it's like we're back in my apartment. The sounds of her moving around the bathroom are as comforting to me here as they are back in Iowa. I love her being in my space, seeing her clothes alongside mine in the closet, opening the bathroom cabinet to find my stuff pushed into a corner, whilst hers takes up the majority of the shelves. I love coming home to find her in my bed or on my couch.

I hate it when I'm there alone.

Everywhere are reminders that she should be there with me. I find her clothes in the laundry basket, her favourite TV shows set up to record. The bedsheets, however clean and fresh, still carry a whiff of her perfume and shampoo. I find her favourite brand of gum stashed in the driver's door of my car, the seat pulled all the way forward, the radio tuned into a station that plays nothing but old school R'n'B.

I forget that she technically still has her own apartment. Not that she stays there often. In the last six months, I could count on one hand the time she's spent there. Her mention of going back there in a few weeks was a stark reminder that none of this is official. I've wanted to broach the subject of her moving in with me permanently for a while now, but for one reason or another, the words don't come. I hesitate. I bite my tongue and push the thought away.

Why?

I told her at the beginning that she was more than welcome to move in with me. I wonder if I should have made it clearer, been more insistent on this becoming official rather than the weird no-mans-land we seemed to have found ourselves in. But at the time, the fact that she was even willing to consider opting for a career path that would allow us to do that just that eventually was enough. It was a big, scary step for the pair of us and neither of us wanted to rush it.

Siobhan comes back out of the bathroom, her face bare, her hair pulled up into a messy knot. She rubs her face with a yawn before tugging out a clean shirt from her suitcase.

"Why bother?" I mumble as I stand and stretch. "Only gonna take it off you in a few minutes."

She grins. "A few minutes huh? You mean I could actually get into bed before you start pawing at me?"

"Funny." I squeeze her waist as I pass to the bathroom.

When I return, she's curled up against the pillows, thumbing through her phone.

"That better not be work," I frown as I remove my shirt and pants.

She twists her hand, giving me a glimpse of her screen. "It's not. I was texting Lex."

"Surely she'll be a little preoccupied to reply," I chuckle as I join her in bed.

"Probably. Roman could never keep his hands to himself around her before. Now that she's carrying their baby, he can't help himself."

"I don't blame him," I murmur as I curl around her.

"What do you mean by that?"

I yawn, my mind drifting. "If that was you, I'd be the same."

She stiffens slightly and I silently curse.

"You... You think about stuff like that?" she says slowly, shifting in my arms so she can turn to look at me.

"I..." Fuck.

"Seth..."

"Not really. I just..." That look on her face.

"Not really?"

Her expression is unreadable and I have no idea what to say. I honestly haven't thought about that. It was just an observation, a recognition of how much this pregnancy obviously means to both Lex and Roman, not an implicit hint that one day I want to have the same with Siobhan. I mean, it would be great, but fuck. Not yet.

"I just meant," I clear my throat. "That if that was me and you, I would think that I would be inclined to do the same. Not that I have thought about that."

Christ, this sounds just as bad as it did in my head.

"Sounds to me like you have thought about it."

"I haven't!"

"It's okay, y'know."

"What is?"

"To think about that. If you want to..." she trails off.

I eye her carefully. "Do you think about that kind of stuff?"

She drops her gaze. "Seth, we don't even live together."

"You stuff all over my apartment suggest otherwise."

"I mean officially."

"Then we can make it official."

My words are met by silence. I brush the hair back from her cheek, my fingers slipping to under her chin and raising her head so I can meet her eyes.

"I'm serious, Siobhan. You spend most of your time at mine as it is. You've been back to your apartment a handful of times since our anniversary. Sure, it was rough to start with, but we're managing, right? We're making it work, aren't we?"

She gives me the smallest of nods. "I guess."

"So what's stopping us?" I gently nudge, my heart pounding as she wets her lips.

"Me."

I swallow hard. "What do you mean?"

"I... I'm scared, Seth." Her voice is barely a whisper. "What if I fuck up again? What if it's more serious this time? What if you don't want me anymore?"

My arms grip her tightly as I pull her against me under the sheets. "Firstly, that's never going to happen–"

"It might."

"It won't."

"Seth–"

"No," my voice is firm. "Listen to me, Siobhan. I love you. I want to be with you. I want you to move in with me. I want it to be our apartment, not mine." I take a deep breath. "I want you there. With me."

Her eyes are wide, unsure.

"I'm serious, sweetheart. I fucking hate being there without you," I continue. "And I get that it's a big move, I really do. But maybe it's time we did it and see what happens."

"And what is going to happen?" she murmurs. "With us? We move in together and that goes okay. Then what?"

I shrug. "Whatever you want."

"I'm selfish, Seth."

"That makes two of us," I grin down at her.

"I... I don't know if I want what Lex and Roman have."

I frown. "What do you mean?"

"A baby." She stares up at me, her eyes starting to glisten. "I don't know. I don't know if I want that or not. I look at them and I think that's amazing and a little part of me thinks that maybe, one day... But then I think about what that means and it's too much. But... But if that's what you want, then I don't want to stop you. I don't want you to wait on me to change my mind if that's not going to happen. Because I don't know if I will decide."

"Hey..." I cup her face, my thumbs brushing over her cheeks. "I'm not asking you for anything other than to move in with me."

"But–"

I brush my lips across her forehead. "I just want to be with you, Siobhan. I just want it to be you and me. If that changes in the future, then we cross that bridge when we come to it."

"And if it doesn't?" she mumbles against me.

"Then it'll just be me and you forever."

"I can't let you do that, not if that's–"

"Ssh." I nuzzle the top of her head. "All I want is you. Nothing more."

"I'm not saying no."

"To what?"

"Everything," she whispers.

I ease her back to meet her gaze once again. "So you'll move in with me?"

"Yes..."

"That's all I wanted, sweetheart. Everything else can wait."

"Everything else?"

I smile softly, cupping the back of her head as I lower my mouth to hers. "I love you, Siobhan. Maybe one day I'll show you just how much."

"You already do," she breathes against my lips as I seek out her hand.

Drawing back, I raise her hand to my lips, brushing against the tip of her finger and then the knuckle, followed by the base as I hold her gaze.

"One day," I promise her.

See you in a few days... x