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Re: A Emerald Green Princess and a Little Cute Hooligan (2026)

Christy looked up from where she'd been watching Codi wobble around with one of her toys, Seth's words sinking in a second later. A tired smile tugged at her lips, the kind that came from long nights, constant travel, and still feeling strangely soft and undone—but when she met Seth's eyes, that familiar warmth flared right back up.

She laughed quietly and shook her head. "Did you really just call me your emerald green princess?" she teased, arching a brow at him as she reached down to scoop Codi up when the little girl toddled over and grabbed at her leg.

Codi let out a happy babble, clearly approving of being included in the conversation, and Christy kissed the top of her head before looking back at Seth. "Honestly," she said, her voice softer now, "that actually sounds really nice."

She glanced down at herself, then back up at him, a playful smirk returning. "A new dress that isn't covered in spit-up? Food I don't have to cook? And watching you try to pick out 'green things' for yourself?" She laughed again. "Yeah, I think I can survive that."

Her eyes narrowed just slightly at the word surprise, though there was no real suspicion there—just curiosity. "I don't know whether I should be excited or scared about that part," she added with a grin, shifting Codi onto her hip. "But knowing you, it's probably something sweet... or ridiculous."

She leaned over and brushed a quick kiss against Seth's cheek. "So yes," she said warmly. "Let's do it. St. Patrick's Day family style."

Re: Seth Rollins's Cupid Cuties (2026)

Christy stirred sometime later, not even sure what had pulled her from sleep—maybe the quiet. The house felt different without the soft cries echoing through it. She blinked slowly, disoriented for a moment, before realizing Seth wasn't beside her.

"Mm... Seth?" she murmured, her voice thick with sleep as she rolled onto her back. Her hand reached out, expecting to find his warmth, but met cool sheets instead.

With a soft sigh, she pushed herself up slightly, listening. From downstairs came the faint hum of Seth's voice—low, gentle, and unmistakably in full dad mode. A small smile tugged at her lips despite how tired she felt. She sank back into the pillows, pulling the blanket closer around herself, letting herself listen.

"...there you go, princess," Seth's voice carried faintly. "Daddy's got you."

Christy's eyes burned a little, tears threatening for no reason other than hormones and exhaustion. She pressed a hand to her chest, emotion swelling there. He didn't even wake me, she thought. He wanted me to sleep.

A few minutes later, soft footsteps padded back up the stairs. Seth eased the bedroom door open carefully, bottle in one hand, Codi tucked securely against his chest. Christy was awake now, watching him with heavy-lidded eyes.

"Hey," she whispered.

Seth froze for half a second, then relaxed when he saw her smile. He crossed the room quietly. "Hey, Red. I didn't mean to wake you."

"You didn't," she said softly. "I just... noticed you were gone." Her eyes moved to Codi, who was already drifting back toward sleep, milk-drunk and peaceful. "Thank you."

"For what?" Seth asked, sitting gently on the edge of the bed.

"For letting me sleep. For being you." Her voice cracked just slightly as she reached out and brushed her fingers over Codi's tiny hand. Then, almost shyly, she added, "And for still looking at me like I'm... me."

Seth leaned down, pressing a slow, tender kiss to Christy's forehead. "You'll always be you to me. Tired, messy hair, no makeup—doesn't change a damn thing."

Christy smiled, tears finally slipping free as she laughed quietly. "God, I love you."

"I love you too," he whispered back. "Now rest. I've got our girl."

Christy settled back into the pillows, her heart lighter than it had been in weeks. As her eyes closed again, she smiled—completely unaware of the plans Seth was already setting in motion, plans that would remind her just how deeply she was loved.

Re: The Freakin' Rollins Family Royalty Vacation

Christy watched him slide between the ropes, the familiar confidence in his stride making the crowd roar. She kept her expression professional, but the whisper echoed in her head louder than the arena noise.

Important.

She folded her hands in her lap, eyes tracking the match as she always did, but her thoughts were nowhere near the ring. Seth didn't ask for things lightly, not like that. Not in the middle of a show. Whatever it was, it mattered.

When the match ended and the cameras cut away, Christy stayed composed through the last beats of her job. She finished her commentary, waited for the cue, and only when the headset was off did she finally let out the breath she'd been holding. One of the production assistants asked if she needed anything; she smiled and shook her head, already standing.

"I'll be right back," she said, polite but distracted.

The hallway backstage felt quieter as she walked, the adrenaline fading with every step. By the time she reached Seth's dressing room, she paused for half a second, hand hovering near the door. She loved him—deeply—but she was tired, bone-deep tired, and part of her wondered if he could really see that.

She knocked once, then opened the door.

"Okay," Christy said as she stepped inside, closing it behind her. Her tone was calm, curious, not angry—just honest. "You've officially got my attention. What's going on, Seth?"

Re: The Messiah Burns It Down for Freakin' Mom Rollins on Mother's Day (2026)

Upstairs, Christy stirred in her sleep, shifting slightly as the warmth beside her was gone. At first, she didn't fully wake—just a soft frown creasing her brow as she instinctively reached out, her hand brushing over cool sheets instead of Seth's familiar heat. She sighed quietly, half-asleep, and rolled onto her back.

A few seconds passed before her eyes fluttered open.

She blinked a couple of times, adjusting to the dim early-morning light filtering through the curtains. The house was quiet—too quiet. No baby cries, no footsteps, no rustling. Just stillness. Christy glanced at the clock on the nightstand and frowned again.

5:34 a.m.

She smiled faintly, already knowing.

"Of course," she murmured softly to herself.

She sat up slowly, careful not to move too fast. Two months postpartum had taught her to listen to her body, even when she wanted to jump right out of bed. She brushed her fingers through her hair and then instinctively glanced toward the baby monitor on her nightstand. Both screens showed peaceful, sleeping children.

Good.

Christy swung her legs over the side of the bed and slipped into her robe, tying it loosely around her waist. She padded quietly out of the bedroom, moving down the hall toward the nursery first—just like Seth always did. She paused at Elias's door, peeking in and smiling when she saw him sleeping soundly. Her heart swelled in that way it always did now, a deep, almost overwhelming love that still surprised her sometimes.

"You're just like your daddy," she whispered fondly before closing the door again.

She checked on Codi next, smiling just as warmly, then finally made her way downstairs. She didn't head to the kitchen, though—she followed the faint glow of light coming from beneath the mancave door.

Christy stopped just outside it.

She could hear the TV murmuring quietly, barely above a whisper. She smiled to herself, already guessing what he was doing. Instead of opening the door right away, she leaned against the wall, folding her arms loosely over her chest, listening for a moment. The soft clicking of keys confirmed it.

After a few seconds, she gently pushed the door open.

Seth was exactly where she expected—sitting at his desk, laptop open, half-eaten sandwich nearby, eyes focused on the screen with that intense concentration she loved so much. The glow from the monitor lit his face as he scrolled, completely unaware of her presence.

Christy leaned against the doorframe, watching him quietly for a moment, her expression soft and full of affection. The fact that he was up at dawn, already planning something special for her, made her chest tighten in the best way.

Finally, she spoke, her voice gentle and warm.

"You know," she said softly, "most people would still be asleep right now."

Seth jumped slightly in his chair, turning around with wide eyes—before breaking into a sheepish grin when he saw her.

"Well... I got caught," he said with a small laugh.

Christy stepped into the room, closing the door behind her just as quietly as he had earlier. She walked over to him, resting her hands on his shoulders from behind and leaning down to press a soft kiss to his temple.

"You didn't wake me," she murmured. "I just... noticed you were gone."

Her arms slid around his shoulders, and she rested her chin lightly on his head, eyes drifting to the screen for just a second—enough to confirm her suspicions without saying anything.

She smiled, her voice filled with warmth and love.

"You don't have to do all this, you know."

But even as she said it, her grip tightened just a little—because deep down, she loved that he did.

Re: The Messiah and The Easter Queen Burn Easter Down (2026)

Christy stirred a little as the shower continued to run, the familiar sound slowly pulling her from sleep. She shifted onto her back, one hand instinctively resting over her stomach, a soft smile forming on her lips even before her eyes opened. The bed felt emptier without Seth beside her, and she knew immediately where he must be.

She blinked up at the ceiling for a moment, listening, then let out a quiet laugh under her breath. "Of course he's already up," she murmured softly to herself. That was just who Seth Rollins was—always thinking, always planning, especially when it came to their family.

Christy slowly sat up, careful not to move too quickly, and brushed her hair out of her face. The early morning light filtered in through the curtains, bathing the room in a warm glow. For a brief moment, she simply took it all in—the calm, the quiet, the life they had built together. Married, parents, another baby on the way. Sometimes it still felt unreal.

She slipped out of bed and padded quietly down the hallway, pausing outside Codi Indigo's nursery. Christy peeked in, her heart swelling at the sight of her daughter sleeping peacefully. "Just like your daddy," she whispered fondly, closing the door just as softly.

By the time Seth finished up in the bathroom and stepped out, towel around his waist and hair still damp, he found Christy leaning against the doorframe of the bedroom, arms loosely folded and a knowing smile on her face.

"Well," she said gently, raising an eyebrow, "I should've known you'd already be plotting something."

She crossed the room and wrapped her arms around him, resting her head against his chest. "Whatever you're thinking about Easter," she added softly, "I already know it's going to be perfect. You always make things special... just by being you."

Christy leaned back to look up at him, her eyes warm and full of love. "Just promise me one thing," she said with a small grin. "No matter what you plan—bunny costume or not—we do it together. That's all I really want."

She kissed him lightly, then rested her hand over his heart, feeling the steady beat beneath her palm. "Now come on," she said quietly. "Let's enjoy the calm while we still can."

Re: Two Becomes One with a Third on the Way

Christy sat in the softly lit bridal suite, the air humming with quiet excitement and the faint scent of flowers and perfume. Her bridesmaids moved around her with careful hands—adjusting the delicate fabric of her dress, smoothing lace, making sure every detail was perfect. The gown she had chosen flowed beautifully, designed in a way that gracefully hid the small but meaningful curve of her belly. Only she and a select few knew the secret she was carrying beneath layers of ivory and satin, and every time she thought about it, her heart swelled.

She caught her reflection in the mirror and smiled, one hand instinctively resting over her stomach for just a second before she remembered herself. Today wasn't just about becoming a wife—it was about the family they were beginning together. Her nerves fluttered, but they were mixed with joy, warmth, and an overwhelming sense of love.

When her phone buzzed softly on the vanity, her eyes lit up. She didn't even need to look to know who it was from. Carefully, so no one noticed, she picked it up and read his message. Her smile grew wider with every word.

She typed back quickly, her thumbs trembling just a little.

"Hey, Tiger," she replied.
"I'm feeling a little nervous, but mostly I'm so excited I can hardly sit still. Everything is going perfectly, and I feel so loved today."

She paused, glancing at her reflection again, imagining his reaction when he finally saw her walking toward him.

"You're right—it won't be long now," she continued. "I can't wait to see you standing there, waiting for me. I'm thinking about you every second."

Then, with a soft smile and misty eyes, she added one last line before sending it.

"I love you so much, Tiger. Forever starts today."

She set the phone down just as one of her bridesmaids called her name, telling her it was almost time. Christy took a deep breath, steadied herself, and stood tall—ready to walk toward the man she loved, carrying not just herself, but their future with her.

Re: December Magic Makes Way for a Blooming Love (2025)

Christy tilted her head slightly as she laced her fingers with his, her thumb brushing softly over his knuckles. She had noticed the smile too—how it lingered just a little longer than usual—and while she didn't know why, it made her heart flutter anyway.

"Well," she said with a small laugh, glancing out the window before looking back at him, "you know I love the snow. It makes everything feel quieter... calmer. And way more Christmas-y." Her eyes softened. "So I think it's perfect timing."

When he mentioned staying in town for "personal business," her brows lifted just a touch, curiosity flickering across her face. But she didn't press him. She trusted him—completely.

"Decorate the house, huh?" she teased lightly, squeezing his hand back. "So basically you're leaving me unsupervised with lights, ornaments, and Christmas music on repeat?"

She smiled warmly, leaning a little closer to him. "I can handle that. I'll make it cozy. Tree, stockings, the whole thing." Her voice gentled as she added, "Just make sure you don't work too hard with whatever you've got planned. I'll be right there when you get back."

She rested her head briefly against his shoulder, completely unaware that every word, every smile, was making Seth even more certain that Christmas would be the moment their lives changed forever.

Re: A Red-Hot Love Brings New Changes for Seth and Christy

Christy smiled the second she felt his arms around her, letting out a soft laugh as she relaxed into him. The warmth of his body, the familiar scent of him—it instantly erased the lingering chill from the hot tub.

"Mmm... yeah," she said softly, her voice already a little breathless as his lips brushed her neck. "It was nice. Relaxing. Quiet." She tilted her head slightly, giving him better access, clearly enjoying the attention. "But you're right... it definitely would've been a lot better if you were there with me."

She turned in his arms so she could look up at him, her hands resting against his chest, fingers lightly tracing over the fabric of his shirt. That smirk of his made her grin right back.

"I missed you," she admitted honestly. "The water felt great, but it wasn't the same without you sneaking up behind me or pulling me closer just to make me blush."

Her thumb brushed along his jaw as her expression softened. "Sounds like you had a long night yourself," she added gently. "Work, gym, being all serious and responsible." A playful sparkle entered her eyes. "So... are you done being busy now, or do I have to steal you away for the rest of the night?"