Ambrollins : Be My Baby

Dean POV:

I stare at the road as I think about the critical situation that I'm in. I don't know what decision I can make. I feel stressed for the first time in my life. If I support my dad, he will be proud of me, but I will fail in my love that I have fallen for the one.

I have feelings for Seth since the moment he gets in my eyes on the train. I know he is arrogant, but it's only for the outer side. On his inner side, he has a pure heart with an innocent smile. And he was far from different when I saw him last night.

I know if I support him, I will lose the hope of my dad. I feel like I trap between sand and stone. I can't stay like this even if I try to adjust to it because it will take my breath away in either way. I don't know what to do now.

After a while, I feel a gentle hand against my leg, dragging me back to reality. I twist my head to find Roman turn backward in his seat, so he is facing me. "Dude, we're going to stop at a gas station in a minute for some food. I wanted to let you know, but I didn't want to take a chance of scaring you."

"Thanks." I'm surprisingly silent as I'm replying to him with no arguments or sarcastic replies.

"Now sit back down, Roman, and put your seatbelt back on. You're scaring your friend, but I'm scaring more than anything right now is that you are climbing around the seat while driving." My dad laughs and fumbles through his bag for a few seconds to find his wallet. Finally, he manages to get it and puts it in his pocket right as we pull into the gas station.

We all get out of the car and stumble into the store. I have myself a couple of bottles of ginger ale and a sandwich before checking out and waiting in the car for Roman and my dad. My phone vibrates in my pocket. I pull it out to find another message from my friend.

"Are you willing to talk about what's bugging you some more when we return home and your dad's not around?" - Roman

"I've been willing to try," I reply. Right, after I hit send, Roman gets into my eyes with a gentle smile and walks over to the car with my dad. I nod at him and get in the car soon after them.

Once we get to the house, we grab our things from the car. "Try to get some sleep, uncle." He convinces him and hands over the duffle bag to my dad.

My dad takes the bag from him and nods gently. "Rome, keep an eye on him." He says, making his way to my room.

"I got it," Roman shouts behind him as he rests a hand on my shoulder. Then he winks at me and drags me to his room. Once we are in, I drop our little things and fall onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. I can hear him shuffling around and assume he is carefully setting down his belongings and hanging up his sweatshirt before sitting down on the bed beside me.

Once I don't hear him moving around anymore, and I know he has settled. I slip my shoes off and move to a sitting position. I hug my legs to my chest and rest my head on my knees, staring blankly at him.

I don't know how to approach him, so I drop to my knees and sit cross-legged before grabbing the bottle of ginger ale to get a drink.

"So," He says as I set the bottle down. "Is this really all about a lovesick, or is there something else I should know about?"

I sigh, "No and yes. Roman, believe me when I say I want to explain it to you so bad."

"I don't understand why you think you can't." He states bluntly. "What reason could you possibly have for thinking you couldn't tell me?"

"You really want to know, Roman?" I shout, nearly. And he nods simply in response.

"Fine," I whisper. "The reason I can't tell you is that I feel like I have betrayed my dad. You can guess who I might be love-chasing, but you don't have a fucking clue about his background. Not only that, but honestly, even I also didn't know about it until last night." I pause and force myself to look him in the eyes. "It's someone I should've never let myself fall for. There's no chance at all."

"You don't know that for sure." He says sympathetically.

"Roman," I sigh as I drop my gaze to the floor again. "Just trust me. Okay?"

"No!" He says, "I won't just let you keep beating yourself up like this. Just tell me."

"Just.. just promise me that we'll still be okay after I tell you." I pause and stare at him for a few seconds, trying desperately to find my voice. "..And you have to help me into this." I whimper, not knowing why I have taken this much time for it.

"Of course, we'll be okay." He says, trying to comfort me. "I don't understand why you think I won't help you with your love." He moves slightly and closes the small gap between us. "Come on, Dean, I'm going to do whatever I have to do to get you to tell me because clearly, this is really bothering you. We both know you'll tell me eventually," He explains. "You might as well do it now."

"Roman," I sigh. "It's not going to be anyone's family that you're expecting it to be he's in. I want you to know that."

"Dean, I don't care who's family that your lover-boy in," He says. "You're my brother. I love you, and nothing will change that. Especially not something as stupid as who's family you are gonna be a son-in-law."

"O-Okay, but Ro.." I stutter, and he puts a hand on my leg in support. "My baby is not some guy who we're willing to invade our family." I drop my head down and run a hand awkwardly through my hair. "He is.." I trail off as I take a deep breath in an attempt to calm my nerves. "He's the only grandson of our arch-enemy Vince McMahon.." I look up at him and continue saying. "He was the one that we were chasing a long time ago.."

His eyes widen as he looks at me in complete shock. "I-I don't know, dude, how to respond to you. It looks perplexed. You told me that you didn't know about his identity till last night. And you also confessed you were in love with him still now.."

"Yeah... I love him a lot." I force myself to admit it out loud for the first time, and it's like an immense weight has taken off my shoulders, and I can finally breathe again. "I don't know what to do. I can't hurt one of them for the other that I love the most. I want them both, and I don't know how to keep both of them with me." I look up at him, silently willing him to respond.

"What if I talk to your dad about you?" He asks, "Without telling him anything, though. What if I talk to him and feel out the situation?"

"That will be great, Rome," I say, pulling him into a hug. "Thank you so much!"

"Of course, dude," He says as he pulls away from me. "That's what brothers are for. Now try to calm your nerves and give a rest to your body. Last night I noticed you did not sleep well." He moves over the bed and gives me a space to throw my body onto it. I hope everything will be fine.