Disclaimer: I don't own any real-life persons like CM Punk or Chris Jericho (but I really wish I did...) I only own my OCs.
Warning: AU, possible OOC, mpreg, slash (all the fun stuff!)
Rated: M (just to be safe) for language and whatever else my lovely imagination has in store for this creation.
Hey everyone! I thought I'd try something new but I couldn't bear to part with my special pairing. This actually came from a plotbunny that hopped into my mind while I was at school. Since then, I've been busily writing this. Tell me what you think. Please Review!
Phil lowered himself into the passenger seat of his husband's car. Chris was driving him to his six-month appointment with the obstetrician. His swollen belly slowed him down tremendously, and even sitting down could be a difficult challenge. Chris waited patiently for his husband to get himself comfortable.
"She's really kicking today," Phil murmured with a smile, turning to look at his beautiful husband. His blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight, and a wide smile took over his face, exposing his pearly whites.
"Is she kicking your spine again?" Chris asked, starting the car. Phil rubbed his tattooed hands over his stomach and gave a short laugh. "Nope, today she's kicking my bladder."
Chris smiled with pride as he drove the car through the Windy City. In three months, their daughter would join their family.
"I hope she gets your eyes," Phil confessed. "And your hair, too. And your personality. I want her to be just like you."
"I, on the other hand, hope she gets your pretty green eyes and your luscious black locks. I have to say that I'd love if she had your sharp tongue."
"She's not going to swear like I do, though," Phil spoke, letting his hands rest on his temporary table. "And no dating until she's 30."
Chris snuck a sideways glance at his husband and laughed. "You are going to be her worst nightmare when she becomes a teen, babe."
Chris eased the car into a parking space in front of the office, and reached across Phil's stomach to open the door for him. Feeling Chris' arm on his stomach sent butterflies flying inside, even after three years of marriage. He hoisted himself out of the seat slowly and grasped Chris' hand in his while they walked in. The secretary in the office gave the couple a smile as they found a seat. Phil rested his head on Chris' shoulder and sighed contentedly. Even if this was going to be his first time becoming a father, he wasn't that nervous. With Chris by his side, he knew he'd have nothing to worry about.
"Phil?"
Phil and Chris turned their heads upwards and looked at a young nurse with a clipboard. She gave them a friendly smile, and they slowly got up and followed. Phil felt a strong kick to his bladder, and let out a short, painful grunt.
"You okay, baby?" Chris whispered into Phil's ear. He nodded; his mouth still twisted into a grimace, he continued walking.
"The doctor will be in shortly, but first, I'm going to take your vitals," the nurse spoke, placing two of her fingers on Phil's wrist. He relaxed into the specialized doctor's bed and focused his eyes on the ultrasound machine.
"Twelve rpm. Now let me hook your arm up to this machine. It will record your blood pressure and pulse."
Phil furrowed his brows. "If that's checking my pulse, then what did you just check?"
"Respirations," she said with a smile. "If I told you I was doing that, you would have controlled your breathing." The machine let out a beep. "117/79 and 92. These are all normal vital signs."
Phil settled back into the bed that doubled as a seat and reached for Chris' outstretched hand.
"Are you as excited as I am?" Chris asked his husband softly. There was something about the quiet in the room that comforted both of them. Phil let out a tired breath.
"I'm excited, but I'm also very tired," Phil murmured, shutting his eyes slowly. "I have never experienced exhaustion this bad, even during WWE travelling."
"Maybe you should tell the doctor," Chris worried, rubbing his thumb along Phil's hand. Phil shook his head slowly.
"I've been exhausted since I found out I was expecting. He said this is all normal, and some people remain exhausted throughout all three trimesters."
A brief knock sounded on the door before their doctor, Dr. Brown, walked in, a chart in hand and a smile on his face. "Good afternoon, gentlemen. Phil, I never get tired of telling you that you're doing excellent as a pregnant man. Let's take a look at that baby, shall we?"
Phil smiled and rolled his shirt up over the baby bump. His "STRAIGHT EDGE" tattoo was stretched across his stomach, and would no doubt look terrible after their daughter was born. It was an easy price to pay, though.
"You know the drill; it's a little cold."
Phil's neck hairs stood up when the cold gel brushed along his stomach. He watched as Dr. Brown moved the handheld device along his stomach, looking for a clear image of their baby.
"Chris, have you noticed any changes in your husband's behavior since I last saw you?" Dr. Brown asked, getting a quick glimpse of the baby's head. Chris shook his head.
"Nope, nothing that I know of. He's still very tired all the time, and can't stop peeing when she leans on his bladder, like today. I've noticed his sex drive start to dwindle a bit, though."
"I don't want you staring at my fat stomach when yours is like a washboard," Phil said, narrowing his eyes lovingly. "I don't want you to leave me for someone skinnier."
Chris rolled his eyes, a smile spreading across his face. "His humor certainly hasn't been affected."
Dr. Brown gave a laugh before turning his attention back to the screen. "Those are all normal complaints. Let's focus on the baby now, shall we?"
Phil and Chris perked up, focusing their attention on the screen. They held hands tightly and smiled as Dr. Brown scanned over their daughter's face. "Her head is nuzzling your right lung today. And her kicks are directly in the center of your bladder. And – oh! – it looks like she just smiled! I'll be sure to print that image out today."
Phil and Chris looked at each other and began to laugh. "I can't wait to meet her," Chris cooed, staring at the monitor and then his husband with love. "She really is our miracle."
~2 months later~
"I'm so sore," Phil whined. "And I can't see my feet, and I have to sit to pee because I can't reach my dick."
"I know," Chris said gently, trying to soothe his hormonal husband. Phil's stomach jutted out unnaturally from his square hips, and you could almost see their daughter kicking from the inside.
"Alannah is so restless today," Phil commented, looking down at his stomach and trailing his thin fingers over his stretched-out belly. "I think she just wants to come out of me already."
They had decided on Alannah Grace Irvine-Brooks as her name. When the two of them got married, they both changed their last name to Irvine-Brooks. They had also decided they would raise Alannah to call Phil "Daddy" and Chris "Papa".
"Did you pick out Alannah's nursery theme yet?" Chris asked Phil before taking a sip of Pepsi – the only soda beverage allowed in the house. Phil nodded and waddled down the hall and into their bedroom to bring him a picture of the theme. He had chosen a very innocent floral theme to surround their daughter with.
"I'll call the decorator to get it set up as soon as possible," Chris promised his husband. Phil let out a whine, completely unrelated to the conversation topic, and made his way to the couch. Chris followed.
"What's wrong, baby?" Chris asked, sitting at Phil's feet. He picked one up and started to rub it. Dr. Brown had told them Phil was developing edema in his feet from water retention, and Chris had taken it upon himself to rub his love's feet often. Phil let out an angry breath and tears prickled from his eyes.
"I'm so done with being pregnant. I'm so fat! I can't do anything I used to, and I just want this baby out of me," Phil cried sadly. Chris leaned over the baby bump and kissed his husband.
"Stop crying, baby," Chris pleaded with Phil. "I hate seeing you so sad."
Phil wiped at his eyes. "I'm sorry, baby. I don't even know what my emotions are doing right now. I feel so abnormal."
"Don't worry about it, angel," Chris smiled, pinching Phil's nose lightly. "Very soon, Alannah will be in your arms, not your belly, and we can start being fathers."
"I can't wait," Phil said, smiling widely, and wiping his tears away. "I really can't wait to meet her."
Chris rubbed his hand over Phil's bump. Phil watched the older man do this with a loving smile on his face. Chris looked up into his eyes.
"Can I?" he asked, holding the hem of Phil's shirt. He nodded once, and Chris lifted the shirt all the way over his stomach. A dark line started at his groin and went straight up to his ribs. His belly button had popped out already, too.
"Where's she kicking today?" Chris asked his husband. Phil grabbed his hands and placed them on his left lower stomach. He covered Chris' hands with his as Chris waited to feel Alannah kick. After a few moments, she kicked Chris' hands hard.
"Good God, she's going to be strong," Chris laughed. He leaned down and kissed Phil's stomach where Alannah had kicked him, and trailed more kisses across his entire swollen belly.
"I wish you knew how much I adore your tummy. I think it's beautiful," Chris murmured, kissing his husband.
"I know. I'm just self-conscious of it because I've never been chubby. I've always been skinny and muscular, and now within such a short amount of time I ballooned out."
"A pregnant belly is one of the most beautiful things in this world," Chris said truthfully.
Phil grunted, and got himself to his feet. "Alannah, stop making your Daddy pee every hour," Phil teased to his stomach, slowly waddling away to the bathroom. Chris looked on with absolute love and admiration.
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