Epilogue:

Sasha Banks was a vision in white as Seth Rollins lovingly watched her walk down the short aisle, not even ashamed of the tears that kept streaming down his face as he wiped them away with Roman's handkerchief. It was a beautiful and intimate ceremony three hours away from his hometown in a rustic venue called Harpor's Vineyard located in New Virginia, Iowa. The wedding had been planned in less than a month, with Bayley, Finn, Roman, Dean, Renee, Becky, and Charlotte coming together to make sure it happened smoothly. Seth and Sasha couldn't care less about the details, but it was Charlotte, Bayley, Becky, and Renee's jobs to make sure Sasha got the dream wedding she secretly imagined when she was a little girl.

In a white, mermaid-cut, French lace gown, Sasha beamed happily at all 50 guests while holding a bouquet of calla lilies. She and Seth had agreed to make their wedding small—with only Sasha's mom, a few aunts, a couple of her closest cousins including Snoop, Seth's mom, step dad, and older brother, and the Superstars they considered family, in attendance.

The length of their friendship may have trumped the length of their relationship, but Sasha had never been more sure about her decision to marry Seth. Looking back at the fateful night she clung to him as she fought for her life, losing blood in the process before passing out, she remembered just looking into his eyes and seeing all the memories they shared together—but what struck her the most was a vision of the happy future she could have with him. It was the last thought she had before everything went blank.

Two days that followed the stabbing incident, the sounds of hushed voices and whispers stirred Sasha awake as slowly, she opened her eyes and adjusted them to the brightness of a white room. The first thing she saw was the back of someone in a white lab coat talking to a familiar figure. Trying to lift herself up, she felt a sharp pain on the side of her stomach, and gasping, she fell back down on the bed to catch her breath.

"Sasha!" the familiar figure rushed to her side, taking her hand gently and giving it a squeeze. "Thank god," Seth repeatedly kissed her forehead while cupping her face. Remembering everything that happened two nights before, Sasha's eyes widened and looked at Seth. "Where is he?" she croaked.

Seth smiled at her reassuringly and brushed her purple hair back as the doctor first spoke. "Good morning, Ms. Banks. My name is Dr. Jake Knowles. How are you feeling?"

"A little sore," she replied, still trying to get her bearings. She was in a white hospital gown, and her throat felt parched.

"That should be expected," he explained. "Do you remember what happened?"

"I remember getting stabbed?" Sasha tried to recall, her brows furrowed as she looked up at Seth.

"You passed out just before an ambulance arrived," Seth recounted the story. "We rushed you to the hospital as soon as they found us in the forest."

"Luckily, the penetration of the knife wasn't too deep to have damaged any of your vital organs and the blood loss was manageable," Dr. Knowles continued. "For now, we just need you to rest up until the wound heals."

Sasha nodded and studied the back of her hand, which was hooked to an IV. "I'll leave you two to talk," Dr. Knowles smiled at the two of them. "A nurse should be coming over in an hour to check on your vitals."

"Thank you, Dr. Knowles," Seth shook his hand.

As soon as the doctor stepped out of the room, Sasha started. "The stalker," she worriedly looked at Seth. "Did they find him?"

With a sigh, Seth nodded. "Yeah, they found him running off to the other side of the forest. He didn't want to stop so," he paused and took a deep breath. "They shot him. Dead on the spot."

Sasha's heart dropped, though a part of her understandably felt relieved. "Who was he?"

"Police identified him as Charlie Earlstone. He was the younger brother of one of WWE's former employees. A software engineer who was pretty good with his hands," Seth explained. "According to the records, he was diagnosed with schizophrenia about three years ago. They found thousands of pictures of you in his room, along with journals of how he thought the two of you had a relationship going on. His condition regressed when he felt that you and I," he stopped, scratching his ear.

"Got together?" Sasha finished for him.

"Yeah."

Sasha gave him a small smile and made space for him on the hospital bed. "Seth, you know you're not guilty of any of this, right?"

"Yeah, I know," he shrugged, carefully laying down, wrapping an arm around her, and letting her head rest on his chest. "A huge part of me is just so mad at myself for letting this happen."

"You couldn't have predicted this," she assured him. "We took all the necessary measures, and neither of us could have seen this coming."

"I'm just so glad you're okay," Seth kissed the top of her head. "I never would have been able to forgive myself if something worse had happened."

Sasha laced their fingers together and squeezed his hand. "Stop. It's over now. I'm okay," she told him.

That afternoon, Superstars had poured in and out of the hospital to pay Sasha a visit. Everyone from Bayley and Finn, to Charlotte and Becky, to Roman, Dean and Renee, to Hunter and Stephanie, had left flowers, balloons, and stuffed toys—all wishing her a speedy recovery. Of course, news of what happened to Sasha had spread like wildfire on social media and all kinds of publication, which number one, Superstars and fans alike became extremely concerned about, and two, confirmed the status of her relationship with Seth Rollins. #SeshaBallins shippers from all over were ecstatic about the latter, to say the least.

"You are one tough little bitch, you know that?" Charlotte told her. "Tougher than this one here," she gestured to Becky, who laughed and agreed.

"So it's out now," Bayley stated more than questioned, a grin on her face. "Can I finally get it off my chest and say I FREAKING KNEW IT?"

"Wait, so how did it happen?" Dean asked, gesturing to Seth and Sasha's entwined hands as they laid cozily on the hospital bed.

"You guys have no idea how relieved this makes me, especially because I can finally stop convincing these two otherwise that nothing is going on," Roman nodded at Bayley and Dean, who couldn't wipe the smug smiles off of their faces. "I stand corrected, but I'm really happy for both of you."

"Do you have a ring with you?" Hunter teased.

They laughed together, shared stories, and poked fun at Seth endlessly (who playfully scowled or gave them a face, but would stop whenever Sasha placed a kiss on his cheek). Through it all, Seth took care of—kissing her constantly, making sure she was well-fed, and whispering even in her sleep how much he loved her. When she was finally discharged from the hospital a week later, he welcomed her home with a banner, a big bouquet of red camellias, and a dinner for two that he cooked all by himself.

"I know this isn't the ideal first date," he told her as he guided her towards the island counter of his kitchen decorated with candles and glass trays of roasted chicken, sweet pork ribs, and mashed potatoes. "But I figured I'd make up for it with the cooking."

Sasha laughed and kissed him, before letting him serve all the delightful dishes on her plate. "Listen," he started, nervously sipping on a glass of red wine before putting it down. "There's something that I wanted to talk to you about."

Wiping her lips, Sasha nodded. "What is it?"

With a sigh, Seth looked her in the eyes before taking out a small box from his pocket. "Please don't freak out, but I bought this the day after you told me you loved me."

Sasha stared at the black, velvet box wide-eyed as Seth continued. "You know I've loved you these last seven years, and I know our relationship isn't exactly conventional, but you have no idea how badly I want this. How badly I want to love you and make you happy for the rest of our lives," he sighed. "I didn't intend to propose to you tonight. I just—with everything that's happened, I just want you to know what my intentions are. I'm not pressuring you or anything. You know I'd wait for you until you felt like it was right. But please know that the moment you do think it is, and that you're ready, I'd marry you in a heartbeat."

Tears filled Sasha's eyes as she grinned and wiped them away. "You know? Before passing out the night I got stabbed, I thought I was going to die. I don't remember much, but I do remember seeing something," she told him. "It was this clear picture of you and me, and I knew then and there that if I did make it out alive, I'd want to marry you."

Seth fought back the urge to drop his jaw, as Sasha smiled at the velvet box on the counter. "It sounds a little crazy. But I do want to marry you, Seth. And if I could, I'd marry you right now."

Getting up and scooping Sasha in his arms, Seth twirled her around and kissed her passionately before putting her down and taking the velvet box. "That's settled then," he grinned before getting down on one knee and opening the box to reveal a simple but brilliant 2-carat solitaire diamond on a slender, white gold band. "Sasha Banks, will you marry me?"

Laughing and wiping away the tears at the same time, Sasha nodded. "Yes, Seth. A thousand times yes."

The End

A/N: Waaaah! Such a bittersweet feeling to have ended this. Not going to lie, this is my favorite out of all the ones that I've written of Seth and Sasha (so far). Not just because I finished it vs. the others that I abandoned already (Haha! Sorry about that!) but more because I had a semi-concrete outline of how I wanted to write each chapter, and how I was going to end it. I do hope you all enjoyed this as much as I wrote it, and if you do have any Seth/Sasha story requests or suggestions, do let me know! It just might give me an idea or the inspiration to write something again. Thank you to everyone who read and have stuck with this story until the very end!