EPILOGUE

9 Months Later

Sasha sat on the floor of Seth's living room, wearing his newest merch sweatshirt, jogging pants, socks, and beanie. It was -3 Celsius outside, and his heater was acting up—forcing her to dress in such attire. Or she just really wanted an excuse to put him over.

She was busy setting up their game of Golden Deuce, where for some reason, Seth kept beating her. "It's an Asian game! How can you beat me in an Asian game?!" she said when he won for the 4th time that day.

It was one of those weeks where they had some downtime, and Seth had invited her over to stay for a few days. They did it pretty often—he liked bringing her to the academy where she often helped with his students, his parents loved having her for dinner all the time, she got along really well with his brother, and his friends enjoyed letting her join beer pong night at their favorite local bar. It was like she naturally fell into place with his family and friends.

Sometimes, he stayed at her apartment in Boston, too. He loved hanging out with her mom—she was actually much cooler than he imagined. But though he enjoyed being in Boston and getting to know her hometown, he realized how busy her mom actually was with her group of friends. He sometimes felt a little bad that Sasha appeared to be the clingier one in the mother-daughter relationship.

"Okay, here we go," Seth returned to his living room with two mugs of hot chocolate with marshmallows. He leaned in to give Sasha a kiss before they started another game. After another two rounds with Sasha losing both, she gave up and threw her hands in defeat. "Ughhhh," she groaned in frustration, causing Seth to cackle.

"Come here," he pulled her into his lap, capturing her lips in a soft kiss. She deepened it immediately, placing both hands on the side of his cheeks and moaning softly. "I love you," Seth whispered, taking her by the waist and gently laying her on the couch before climbing on top.

"I love you too," she whispered back, pulling him in again for another kiss.

"Hey," Seth brushed back a strand of her hair and tucked it behind her ear. "I wanted to talk to you about something."

"Uh oh," Sasha furrowed her brows. "Did I forget to put the toothpaste cap back on again?"

"No," he chuckled, shaking his head. All of a sudden, Sasha's phone started ringing as she reached for it from the coffee table.

"Hm, it's Bayley," her best friend's face popped up on the screen, as she answered the call. "Hello?"

"Dude, you will not believe what I'm just about to tell you."

Sasha immediately sat up, causing Seth to almost fall off the couch. "Oh my god, what?"

"Are you sitting down?" Bayley giggled. "You might want to sit down for this."

"Dude, just tell me!"

"Okay, fine," Bayley couldn't contain her excitement any longer. "I'm pregnant, dude!"

"WHAT?!" Sasha exclaimed; her grin reaching from ear to ear. "Get out of here! No way!"

"Yes way! Baby is due in June, so I'm flying home at the end of the month. I just need to finish up a few interviews and appearances, but I already told Hunter and I'll be out until further notice."

Sasha's heart was elated but she suddenly stopped when she realized she'd no longer be travelling with her best friend—at least for now. "Wait, so you're leaving!"

"Yeah, I can't exactly wrestle with a baby in my belly. But I'll come visit whenever I can."

"Wow, Bay. This is just…unbelievable," Sasha shook her head with a smile, lacing her free hand with Seth's as he watched her curiously.

"I know," Bayley chuckled. "We've wanted this for so long. I love wrestling, but you know me. Aaron and I have always wanted to start a family."

"Yeah," Sasha nodded, her eyes suddenly filling with tears. It was a bittersweet feeling. "Man, I can't wait to see you so I can give you a proper hug."

"You do know you'll be the godmother, right?"

That did it for Sasha as she started bawling, causing Seth's eyes to widen. "Oh my god, Bay. You know I'll spoil that kid silly."

Bayley laughed. "I can already imagine. Listen, I have to go. I'll see you soon, alright? I just wanted you to be one of the first to know."

"I love you, babe. I'm so happy for you."

"Thanks, Sash," Bayley smiled. "I love you, too."

As soon as the call ended, Sasha wrapped her arms around Seth tightly and squealed. "Bayley's pregnant, and I'm going to be the godmother!"

"Wow!" Seth exclaimed. "Get out of here. That is awesome!"

"I know," Sasha gushed, pressing her cheeks. They were beginning to feel numb from all the smiling. "Anyway, you were saying something?"

"Nah, it can wait," Seth smiled, pulling her towards him and pressing a kiss to her cheek.

The truth was—he wanted to ask her to move in with him. It was all he could think of the last few weeks, and it made him incredibly nervous. This was Sasha he was talking about, and he had never been more sure about anyone. Sure, they were frenemies for the longest time before they got together after Bayley's wedding and since then it was nothing but pure bliss for both of them. Occasionally, they fought and argued just like any other couple—but Seth always made it a point to never go to sleep without fixing the issue at hand. Sasha was everything he could ever want and more, and he wanted to take it a step further—but was he being too fast? Would she be ready to move in with him?

A couple of weeks later, he sat backstage and watched an on-going segment between Sasha and Liv Morgan. He spotted Bayley, who had begun zipping up her jackets over her gear to hide the growing belly during interviews. "Hey," he nodded at her, gesturing for her to join him.

"Hey Seth," she smiled and took a seat beside him, placing her hands inside the pockets of her jacket.

"How's it going, mom?"

"Pretty excited to know the gender actually," she grinned.

"Hey, listen. I wanted to ask your advice about something."

"Wow, look at us. We've come such a long way. You're asking me for advice now," she giggled, giving his shoulder a light punch.

Seth chuckled and sighed. "I want to ask Sasha to move in with me."

"Woah," Bayley's eyes widened. "For real?"

"What do you think?" he asked nervously.

"I say just go for it," she shrugged. "It wouldn't hurt to ask."

"If she says no, it will."

"But what if she says yes?"

Seth sighed again. "I just don't want her to freak out. You know how she gets."

"Seth," Bayley placed a hand on his shoulder to assure him. "You have nothing to be afraid of."

…

Seth unlocked the door to his house a few days later and switched on the lights. He flew in earlier than Sasha did, and told her he'd pick her up at the airport as soon as her flight arrived. He looked around the place—it was big and had a modern, elegant taste to it. But he needed to make a few adjustments.

Pulling out a Women's Championship belt with Sasha's autograph, he placed it on the coffee table in the living room and got to work.

A few hours later, Seth opened the main door for Sasha and led her inside. Placing her bags in the kitchen counter, he motioned for her to follow him to the living room. "I have a surprise for you."

"What's this?" Sasha laughed, seeing one of the walls of Seth's living room where he initially had a replica of a signed World Heavyweight Championship and a US Championship framed and hung, while beside it was a framed photo of him holding both. Right below it was the Women's Championship with her signature, and beside it was a framed photo of the first time she won it.

"Oh, just a little project I started," he grinned, placing an arm around her. "You like it?"

"You're missing the Tag Team Championship with Roman," she pointed out, moving closer to take a look at her championship.

"Meh, I'm working on it," he shrugged, wrapping his arms around her from behind. "Want to hear something funny?"

"What?"

"That's the exact belt I accidentally stole from you a year ago," he chuckled, kissing her cheek.

"You did not accidentally steal it. You did that on purpose," she laughed, smacking him playfully. "How'd you manage to get that one?"

"Do you really have to ask?" he cocked an eyebrow.

"Right, because you're Seth Freaking Rollins."

"Come here," he pulled her to the couch, letting her sit on his lap. "I wanted to talk to you about something."

"Is this the same thing you wanted to tell me two weeks ago?"

"Yeah actually," he brushed her hair back and smiled nervously. "I was wondering if you wanted to move in with me."

"Oh," Sasha was a bit surprised.

"Like, I know you love your apartment in Boston and I'm not saying you should get rid of it. You can always have it rented out, or I don't know. But we can still visit your mom as often as you want, and I can have everything you need done to the house. I can have it renovated, and maybe add a walk-in closet if that's what you like—and we can even get another dog so Kevin will have a playmate, and—"

"Seth!" Sasha laughed, placing her hands against his bearded cheeks. "I'd love to."

"Really?" his eyes lit up, and he pulled her in for a kiss. "Thank god!" he laughed his nerves away while crushing Sasha in a bear hug.

She laughed at him and kissed him again. "I love you, Seth."

"And I freaking love you, Sash."

THE END