From Start To Finish. (Rhea Ripley X Male Reader)

A New Dawn

Let's try 20 votes instead and I'll upload another chapter since the Royal Rumble is today.

Also how do you think wins the Royal Rumble I want Randy Orton to win but it's not going to happen, it will probably be CM Punk because of all the promo stuff he's been doing, it feels like every week, he is saying he is going to win. I'm really hoping that Seth screws him over.

For the Women's Royal Rumble, I'm probably saying Iyo Sky or Charlotte. The thing is if it's Charlotte I want it to be a Heel Charlotte vs Face Tiffany Stratton which would be a very good match.

Thursday 25th February 2021

The sterile white of the hospital room was starting to feel like home. Y/N stretched, his back protesting from the uncomfortable chair he'd occupied all night. He'd barely slept, his mind buzzing with the events of the previous day. He shifted his gaze from Rhea, still nestled in the hospital bed, to the two small forms nestled in their bassinets.

Twins. He'd been so focused on preparing for one, the possibility of two hadn't even truly registered until they were both blinking up at him with wide, innocent eyes. Relief, joy, and an overwhelming sense of protectiveness had washed over him. They were perfect. Carbon copies of Rhea, with her delicate features and the captivating curve of her cheeks, but with one stark difference – his inky black hair.

He moved closer, peering into each bassinet. One baby was peacefully sleeping, her tiny hand clenched into a fist near her mouth. The other was awake, her eyes following Y/N's movements with a curious gaze. He chuckled softly. Even from this early hour, he could sense a spark, a tiny hint of mischief.

Rhea: Y/N, what are you doing?

Rhea's voice was soft, laced with the exhaustion of a long labor, but her eyes were bright with love as they met his.

Y/N: I'm deciding which one should be Harper.

Y/N confessed, his gaze still fixed on the two tiny faces. He found himself instinctively drawn to the awake twin, the one who seemed to possess that flicker of something playful.

Rhea: I think you go the oldest as Harper.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, turning to look at Rhea. 

Y/N: The younger one is a little mischievous, isn't she?

He gestured lightly to the awake twin. Rhea rolled her eyes, a fond smile playing on her lips

Rhea: You're telling me, she hid in my body for nine months and you're only calling her mischievous.

Y/N: She's a cheeky little one. Isn't she?

He leaned closer to the bassinet, his voice a low murmur.

Y/N: Look at those eyes, already planning something.

Rhea, still watching him with an indulgent smile, let out a small sigh.

Rhea: I guess she is.

She watched as Y/N was entranced by their two new additions. It was impossible not to smile back at his obvious affection. He finally turned back to her, a sudden thought having taken root.

Y/N: I think we should name her Amalia.

He couldn't quite explain why, but the name felt right, suited to the tiny spark of mischief he saw in her eyes. It was a name that seemed to promise adventure and character, a name that could stand up to whatever she threw their way. Rhea's eyes softened, considering the name. She pictured the tiny baby, the mischievous glint in her eyes, and a sense of rightness settled over her.