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Chapter Three – A Little Help From Friends.

The first thought that entered Seth's mind was 'Oh shit'. It was never a good feeling to be on the receiving end of a Samoan's glare, especially Roman's. And these past few months, Seth has been on the receiving end of a lot of the powerhouse's harsh glares and even some superman punches.

But the look he was given from Roman now was different. There was no lingering hope or disappointment in his gray eyes. Now there was just pure danger flaring in them resembling an angry storm.

"You just gonna stand there or are you gonna invite me in?" Roman's deep voice interrupted his thoughts and brought him back to reality. "Or am I gonna have to force myself in?"

Seth knew his former tag team partner was in no way joking. Roman could break this door down if he wanted to. The stubbornness of Samoans. So, Seth stepped out of the way, allowing the bigger man into his hotel room.

"How did you find out what room I was in?" Seth asked, turning after he shut the door to find Roman looking around the room, frowning. This room was definitely more luxurious than the ones they used to share as the Shield.

Roman turned his attention back to Seth, expression blank now. "One smile at the receptionist and I can get whatever I want."

Of course the golden boy would use his charm. "So, what is it that you want?"

Roman's eyes narrowed back into a glare. "I want to make something very clear to you." Seth resisted the urge to step back when the other man approached him, looking much like a menacing predator. He refused to show fear. "What you did to me and Dean was unforgivable and I know that you don't care anymore—if you ever did care about us. It doesn't matter. This is about the Shield anymore. This is about the fact that Nikki is carrying your child. There's too much at stake if you screw that up. I want to make it clear that if you do, I will end you."

Seth blinked at the threat and then he had the audacity to laugh. That hardly lightened Roman's mood. "I'd love to know what you find so damn funny, Rollins."

"You." Seth chuckled. "You're funny. You have a lot of nerve coming here and threatening me. What makes you think I'm going to screw things up with Nikki? And what the hell makes you think you have the right to come here doing this as if you're someone of importance in Nikki's life?"

"What makes me think you're gonna screw things up with Nikki—again? Well, there's the fact that you've turned into a power and money hungry little bitch." Roman retorted and Seth's amused expression quickly turned sour. "I can definitely see you putting fame and fortune before Nikki and your kid. I mean, you already chose it over Nikki when you did nothing to help her as your new mommy tormented her this past month. As for what makes me think I have the right? It's because I am someone of importance in Nikki's life. I may not be your brother anymore, but I'm hers. I was the shoulder she cried on while you pranced around with the people ruining her life. I was the one who sat with her as medics checked her for any serious injuries after Stephanie would sick her lackeys on her. Don't think I have no rights to be here, Rollins. Whether you like it or not, I'm a part of Nikki's family."

An eerie silence filled the room after Roman let it all out. Seth honestly had no idea what to say. He supposed there was some part of him that thought when he destroyed the Shield that meant all ties Nikki had with the two men would be cut loose as well. He didn't think it would bring them all closer. He and Nikki had stayed together for another month after his betrayal, and he never knew it was Roman who went to check on her after the matches. It should have been Seth, obviously, but he had been trying to stay on the Authority's good side. "Coward." That voice in his head mocked him again and he shook his head, trying to ignore it.

"If you hurt her again, Seth," Roman was so close to him now, he could practically smell the anger on the big man, "I'm gonna make it so that you can never walk again."

Seth didn't doubt that. He didn't doubt any of the threats given to him since Nikki announced her pregnancy. None of those people really had reason to trust him.

"I'm not going to hurt her." The Iowan stated through gritted teeth.

"Good." Roman darkly responded. "Because this isn't just about Nikki or you. There's a baby involved now and you need to take some damn responsibility. That baby needs to become your main priority. As much as I despise you, I think that child deserves to have their father in their life. And if you screw it up, Seth, someone else will step up and take your place as their father figure. Nikki can move on from you if you prove to her that your family isn't your first priority. Is that what you want?"

Anger boiled under Seth's skin. No one except himself was going to be his child's father. It made him sick to even think about. It made him even more sick that Roman sounded so sure that Seth was going to ruin things and hurt Nikki. He wasn't stupid. There was too much at stake for him to be careless.

"Like I said," he spoke dismally, "I'm not going to screw anything up. Do you actually think I'd put Nikki and our baby and the backburner? Of course they're going to be my main priority."

Roman shook his head, and Seth could see disappointment in those gray eyes again. "I honestly have no idea who you are anymore. But I do know that you're capable of being a vile human being and if you show any of those colors to your family, I will kill you. That is, if Nikki doesn't slaughter you herself first."

Seth's hands balled into fists as he and Roman stared each other down. For a split second, Seth was glad his feud has been mostly with Dean. As much of a lunatic that blonde man was, Seth knew he wouldn't survive Roman's fury. Not only did he hurt him, but he hurt people he cared about, too. Inside the ring, Roman Reigns would not stand for that.

"I think you need to leave now." Seth stated, his jaw almost hurting with how much it was clenching.

Roman sniggered, shaking his head and stepping around Seth. "Just remember what I told you." He opened the door to leave, but at the last second turned back to his old friend. "Oh, by the way, good luck cashing in that contract now."

Seth's brows furrowed in confusion. "What's that supposed to mean?"

The larger man smirked. "Daddy didn't tell you?" He asked mockingly. "He chose Brock Lesnar to face Cena at SummerSlam."

With that Roman left, the shutting door echoing in Seth's ears.

'Fuck.'

"So, Big Nik's really pregnant, huh?"

Dean Ambrose posed the question to his girlfriend Emma while they laid in a tangle of limbs in their hotel room bed. The Aussie trailed her fingertips over his bare chest, smiling softly in satisfaction from their recent activities.

"Ya. Three positive pregnancy tests said she really is." She responded snuggling into his side.

Dean ran his fingers through her damp hair and it still boggled him that he's become that guy. Snuggling and being all lovey dovey after sex. But Emma brought out that side of him. She brought out a lot of sides of him that he never knew he had.

"They couldn't have been false positives or something?" He asked, scratching her scalp with his fingertips earning a pleased purr from the blonde woman.

"Hmm. That's unlikely. Three positives and being late on your period is a pretty solid sign that you're pregnant." Emma replied, eyes half-lidded as he continued gently scratching her head. "But she's going to the doctor's on Wednesday and they'll confirm it then."

Dean just nodded, brings Emma in closer and burying his face into her hair. She smelled of sweat and a tinge of bubblegum. That particular aroma had quickly become his favorite smell in the world. He remembered when they first met how he thought it was weird how she smelled like a certain type of candy, but oddly, it suited her. He couldn't imagine her smelling like anything else now.

Emma's expression was happy and she threw her arm around his waist and snuggled close to her boyfriend. She never thought she'd find love on her wrestling journey—that wasn't exactly on her list of things to do heading into her career. She was already in love with wrestling, but she fell for Dean Ambrose hard and fast. There had been a connection between them since the start, no matter how much they both denied it at first. And it was because of that connection that she could sense something was up.

"Dean?" She broke the silence in her soft lilt.

"Hmm?"

"I can practically feel you thinking." She told him, sitting up a bit so she could look down into his eyes. "What's on your mind?"

He was speechless for a moment. It still surprised him how easily she could read him. Surprised and bothered. He wasn't used to being so effortlessly read, but at least this was Emma. She could do anything with him.

But it was hard for him to explain this one to her. Everything that's been going on with him and Seth was messing with his head. He wanted revenge and he wanted to hurt Seth. He wanted that backstabber to suffer the way he made him and Roman suffer. But at the same time, there was a small part of him (A very small part. Miniscule, even.) that still considered the man his brother. And his brother/enemy (brenemy?) was going to be having a baby. He didn't know how to feel about that.

He didn't know if he should even feel anything about it.

"Dean," Emma laid her palm gently across his cheek, bring him back to reality once more. He could se her face creased with concern.

He sighed, grabbing her face and bringing her lips to his. She kissed him back only briefly. As much as Dean's lips could distract her, she knew he was trying to stall from answering her. "Dean." She muttered against his lips. "Dean, stop." She reluctantly pulled her lips away from his, and pouted at him. "Before we move on to round two, will you please tell me what's wrong?"

The lunatic fringe resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Emma has opened him up a lot more to be comfortable talking—to her, at least. But if they could be having sex right now, he'd rather be doing that rather than talking about his feelings. But Emma wouldn't stop until he relented and then she'd be all distracted, and that'd hardly be enjoyable for either of them.

"Alright, Blondie, you win." He sighed, sitting up on the bed causing her to also sit up, wrapping some of the sheets around her bare body. "I just don't know how to feel about all of this. Nikki and Seth are having a baby. I don't even know if I should feel anything at all about it. It's not my business."

Emma sat across from him, her head tilted to the side. "Well, Nikki is our friend. So, it's alright for you to feel something about it."

Dean shook his head. "I wouldn't call Nikki and me friends. I stopped trusting her after Seth's betrayal and she stayed with him."

"Dean, you can hardly blame her for that." Emma replied, frowning. "Seth was her boyfriend, and she didn't approve of what he did, but she still loved him and tried to work things out—which didn't in the end."

"Yeah, and look where that got her. She got her ass handed to her by the Authority countless times and her scumbag boyfriend did lift a damn finger to help her. Now she's single and pregnant with said scumbag's baby."

Emma shook her head. She'd always known that Dean and Nikki weren't particularly close—they were more like those friends who bantered all the time. But since Seth's betrayal, Dean's barely said a word to the Bella Twin. If she and Nikki were together, he'd give a simple 'hey' to the brunette and the quickly be on his way. It broke Emma's heart a little, because she loved Dean so much, but Nikki has become such a sister to her.

"That just means she needs our support now more than ever." She told him in a soft tone.

He rose an eyebrow. "Our support?"

"Yes," she nodded, "I would like it if we could stick together on this and support our friend." Dean was frowning at her and she sighed. He could never make anything easy, could he? "Please, Dean, she's like a sister to me and I would really like it if we could both be there for her."

Dean's head fell back, hitting the headboard of the bed and he groaned. He hated it when she did that, because she knew damn well he'd do pretty much anything for her. "With the feud I'm having with Seth right now, does it really sound like a good idea I be a part of this?" He asked his girlfriend seriously. He personally didn't think it was a good idea at all. He and Seth couldn't be in the same room without trying to tear each other apart.

"I'm asking you to help me support Nikki, not Seth. I could give two rats asses about Seth."

That wasn't entirely true. Emma still cared for Seth—he had been a good friend of hers, too. But what he had done to Dean and Roman, and then to Nikki was just unacceptable in her eyes.

Dean's lips quirked at her statement. "That so? I think I'm rubbing off on ya, Blondie."

Emma smiled enticingly, her hand reaching out to touch his leg, her fingertips trailing over the sheet covering it. "Help me support Nikki and I'll rub off on you."

He gave a surprised grin. "You play a dirty game, darlin', you know I can't say no to that. Alright, I'll help support Big Nik, but don't expect us to be best buddies or anything."

She beamed at him before scooting closer and giving him a kiss. "I would never expect that, but thank you."

Dean wrapped his arms around her, pressing their bare chests flush together. "Yeah-yeah. You're a filthy con artist, but now let's rub off on each other, babe."

Okay, so this chapter was more about Roman and Dean's reactions to Nikki's pregnancy announcement. And I apologize this took me awhile to update. I can't promise when the next chapter will be out, but it'll be a good one! And of course, I had to add some Demma goodness to this chapter, because they are precious to me.

Next chapter will be Nikki's doctor appointment: Will Seth show up like he promised?

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