~Okay, this is , I am the editor of this fic me and wrote. Like it say on our profile, I have the worst grammar and spelling so if you find a mistake it was probably me. This is a continuum of 'Lost a belt, gained a lover' We hope you enjoy and please review~

Mike Mizanin had been a lot of things in his life but pregnant was NOT one of them; well now he could mark that off his list. Mike stormed into his and Alex's hotel room, pissed, afraid, confused, and a little hungry.

"Alex!" Mike yelled, he needed his lover and he needed him now, Mike was having trouble dealing with this. And he decided that if Alex didn't want the kid he didn't either. "Yeah, honey?" Alex called as he walked into the room, not shocked by his lover's sudden moodswing. It'd been happening often lately.

"I went to the fucking hospital." Mike growled, glowering at Alex. "Do you want to know what they fucking told me?"

"By your language I'm going to guess it wasn't pleasant. What is it? You're not sick are you?" Alex asked, worried. "Oh yeah, Im very sick damnit!" Mike spat the next words like the were venom. "Im fucking pregnant."

Alex's eyes widened. "Your WHAT?" He exclaimed. He mustn't have heard Mike right. He couldn't have. "I know! I would rather be sick!" Mike seethed. crossing his arms over his chest, a frown adorning his plump, pink, pouting, lips. "Your pregnant... wow." Alex breathed. "I'm gonna be a dad." Alex smiled before panicking. "It is mine... right?"

Mike's mouth dropped and he shook with rage. "What in the fuck do you mean is it yours!" Mike screamed at him, stomping off to try and calm down." Never upset a pregnant Mike Mizanin, he was dangerous. "Shit." Alex mumbled under his breath, he shouldve known better than to do that when Mike was in one of his moods.

"It was just a question Mikey, don't get all mad."

"Fuck you Riley!" Mike yelled over his shoulder, laying on the bed and turning towards the wall. Alex sighed, but didn't get too upset. He knew Mike would forget about this in the morning. He just stripped into his boxers, and laid down beside Mike. He placed a light kiss on his neck and wrapped his arms tightly around his waist.

Mike scooted away from Alex "No, remember? Your not my lover, I sleep around." Mike yelled, moving to the other side of the bed, away from Alex.

"Mike, thats not what I meant." Alex sighed, pulling Mike back to him. "I'm sorry."

"Piss off Riley." Mike again squirmed away, sending Alex accusing glares.

Alex rolled his eyes, realizing that Mike was not going to let this go at least not until tomorrow. He really didn't like sleeping without mike in his arms but he'd have to deal with it.

Mike barley slept that night, in his pregnant, moody, state, what Alex had said bothered him. His inside felt like ice because Alex thought Mike could be cheating on him. Mike got up and went to the bath room, his stomach was upset and he needed to puke. As soon as Mike got to the toilet he started wretching.

Alex woke up to the sound of puke hitting the toilet bowl. He gently knocked on the door to the bathroom. "You okay in there Mikey?" He called.

Mike wiped his mouth. "Go back to bed, I'll call one of my many boyfriends to come over and sit with me!" Mike said grouchily. "Mike." Alex groaned. "For the love of god, will you stop taking everything I say so seriously?" Alex regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth. Oh boy was he gonna get it now.

Mike stood on unsteady feet. He pushed Alex out of the way and walked to the door. Im staying with John since im too much trouble for you to handle Alex!" Mike sniffled, "Oh, and if one of my many boyfriends come by looking for me, them tell them Im with John at the moment, I'll be there whore later." Mike slammed the door shut.

Alex held his head in his hands. "Fuck, why can't I ever say the right thing?" He muttered to himself. Now Mike was gone.

Morrison had been more than happy to let Mike stay, and he was up with Mike all night while Mike was puking his guts up. John and Mike had both fallen asleep in the bathroom; John leaning against the bathtub and Mike's head in his lap. Mike mumbled "Alex." in his sleep several times, oddly lonely and heart broken without Alex.

Alex couldn't sleep at all, he sat on the bed, eyes glued to the door. Waiting, hoping, that Mike would come back so he could apologize for what he'd said. Mike had woken up with a nightmare. He wanted Alex but he refused to just go home. Alex had hurt his feelings bad. Considering Mike was tried, hurt, and alone because he didn't want to wake John and Morrison slept like the dead, Mike curled up in a corner by the door, wishing Alex was there.

Alex sat there staring at the door until morning, cursing himself for being so stupid. There were dark bags under his eyes from the lack of sleep. Mike had decided to take a walk when some stranger asked him if he needed a ride. Mike said no and thanked the man but the man wanted more, the man wanted Mike. The man got out of the car, Mike tried to run but the man was faster. Mike screamed for help; screamed for Alex, as the man got ready to take what he wanted.

Alex walked over to John's room to check for Mike. But he wasn't there. Alex got in his car and began driving around, he knew there was a very small chance that Mike would be out here but it was worth a shot.

The man was almost done. By now he had beat Mike, and made Mike give up on trying to resist. There was no one out at this time of night, Mike was alone and vulnerable. Even though Mike new it wouldn't help he still whimpered for Alex to come save him.

Alex turned down an empty street and something caught his eye. It looked like a man was being jumped... scratch that, raped. Normally Alex would've left this go, it was none of his business right? But he knew that cry for help... Mike. Not even pausing to stop the engine and pull over, he swung open the door and rolled out onto the street. He ran over and without hesitation swung his fist and made contact with the strangers jaw. "He's carrying my fucking child asshole!" He screamed, pushing the man off of Mike.

Mike blinked dumbly, almost sure he was dreaming. There was no way Alex had come for him, not after the way they had been fighting. Mike didn't move, if that wasn't Alex then he was not safe, maybe if he played dead whoever that was wouldn't hurt him. Mike closed his eyes, there probably wasn't anyone there to begin with, it was just his imagination giving him false hope.

Alex finished beating the shit out of the stranger. He had him lying on the ground. He spat in his face. The man scrambled to his feet. "Yeah! Go 'head and run! Asshole!"

He then knelt down beside Mike who was also on the ground, seemingly unconscious.

"Mikey, please tell me you're joking." Alex panicked, afraid of just how bad the man had hurt him. Mike didn't know what to think, he wanted his mind to stop playing tricks on him. Mike trembled, afraid of what that stranger was going to do with him since he was done... Mike just tried to picture Alex, Alex and his smiling face. Mike felt safe with Alex..."A-Alex." Mike whimpered quietly.

"Right here. I'm right here Mike." Alex whispered, stroking Mike's back. He wanted to squeeze him, hold him tight, kiss him but he didn't think he was up for that right now. Mike opened his eyes, staring into the face of his savior. Mike didn't feel like moving, that man had beat him, violated him harshly. He shuddered at the thought of what he must look like, he knew he was bruised and batter and was bleeding, that man had torn and ripped him, he was sure of it. Mike slowly brought one hand up to grasp at Alex's shirt. "Y-You came for m-me." Tears welled up in Mike's eyes at the thought of Alex saving him, loving him enough to come out and look for him.

"'Course I did." Alex wrapped his arms gently around Mike, kissing his forehead. He frowned at Mike, he looked horrible, so... weak.

Mike buried his face in Alex's chest. "I-im so sorry! I-I couldn't stop him..." Mike whimpered. "I-I feel like I've cheated on you because th-that man touched me in places o-only you should!" Mike wailed. "I-im so sorry, Alex." He sobbed, not having the strength to do anything else. "I-I am a whore... Im s-so sorry." Mike whimpered weakly.

"Mikey, it's alright you're not a whore." Alex cooed, holding Mike in his lap. He couldn't deny he was pissed. He was jealous. He was hurt. It was killing him, thinking of what that man had done, but he knew Mike hadn't asked for it. He knew Mike was trying to get away.

"B-But he touched m-me Alex." Mike whimpered. "He t-took what was y-yours." Mike sobbed. "H-he rapped me a-and I wasn't strong enough to st-stop him!" Mike cried. No one would ever know what this did to Mike. That man had taken what belonged to Alex. Mike promised himself that Alex was the only person he would be intimate with and that stranger had just violated him...made him dirty...and stole from Alex. Mike cried brokenly.

"Mike it's okay." Alex said, hugging Mike tightly. "I'm not gonna lie to you. I'm upset. I don't want to think about what he did. But I'm not mad at you. I don't want to think of this ever again, ok? Let's just worry about you, me, and..." Alex reached down and placed a hand on Mike's stomach. "Alex Jr." He smiled.

Mike nodded but he was still plagued by the thoughts of what that man did and the feeling of that strangers hands on his body. "B-But what if he hurt the b-baby Alex...he hit me hard...kicked me in my stomach..." Mike buried his head in the crook of Alex's neck. "Wh-what if I lost it?"

"No." Alex whispered, staring at Mike's bloody, bruised stomach. He'd actually been looking forward to becoming a father. "You don't think you lost it do you?" Alex panicked, eyes widening as he looked down at Mike. "I-I don't know but m-my stomach r-really h-hurts Alex." Mike whimpered, afraid he had lost Alex's baby. Mike's fingers ghosted over his stomach.

Alex's hands tightened into fists at the thought of losing his first hope of a child.

"Let's get you to a doctor." He helped Mike up, dressed him and led him to the car.

Mike sat in silence, afraid of loosing the child but even more afraid of what Alex would do if he lost the child. Would he blame Mike and throw him out. Mike was scared to loose Alex.

Alex chewed nervously as they arrived at the nearest hospital. He immediately got Mike a room, yelling at anyone who got in his way. He cursed under his breath at Mike's limp. He wasn't angry with his lover, he just needed to know if his child was going to be safe.

"Screw it." He muttered, grabbing a wheel chair and setting Mike in it. Then he raced down the hall to the room they'd given him.

Mike was scared, Alex was really upset. If Mike lost this baby...he didn't know how his lover would take it. Mike just hopped Alex would be okay if that's what it came down to. Mike was almost positive the baby was gone, his stomach was killing him, as far as Mike was concerned he had a miscarriage. But Mike refused to say anything until he was professionally checked out. It hurt to walk but he didn't have to walk for long, Alex got him a wheel chair, which still hurt because Mike had to sit down but still, Mike wouldn't say anything to further upset his lover.

Alex lifted Mike up into his arms with ease when they got to the room and laid him down on the bed. His foot thumped the ground rapidly, almost vibrating, like it always did when he was nervous. He leaned down and kissed Mike softly as they waited for the doctor.

Mike reached for Alex's hand, not sure if he would even be okay if he lost his baby. Mike prayed but in his heart, he knew it was to late.

The doctor asked Alex to please leave the room while Mike was being checked out. He replied with a simple "No fuckin' way."

Apparently, the doctor wasn't asking, he was telling.

Alex grumbled as he was escorted out by two large security guards. He waited impatiently right outside the door.

Mike didn't want to the doctor touching him. He dealt with it for Alex and his baby. When the doctor was done he called Alex back in. Mike closed his eyes and waited for one of the worst moments of his life to pass him by.

"About fuckin time." Alex growled as he was let back in. He shot a glare at the doctor as he caressed Mike's hand with his thumb.

"So what's the deal? Is he pregnant or not?" Alex asked, more worried than he let show.

Mike shook his head, staring at the doctor pleadingly. "No." The doctor answered shortly. Mike's world crumbled. It was as if that one word sent Alex's world spinning. He felt like he was going to cry, die and punch something at the same time. He stood from his seat beside Mike

.

"I'll be right back." He croaked, then ran out the door to the bathrooms at the end of the hall. He locked himself in the largest stall, and placed his hands on either side of the sink, holding himself upright. Tears fell down his face and into the sink only to swirl down the drain.

His child was gone all because of some horny fucking asshole.

The doctor left, leaving Mike all alone. Alex had left...Mike was crushed. Mike laid down of the bed, one hand over his face to hide the tears and stop the sobs the were trying to force there way out of Mike's throat and the other pressed against his stomach.

Alex slowly, made his way back to the room. His tear streaked face was earning him many stares and sympathetic smiles. Several people stopped him to ask if he was alright. He just shrugged them off, he didn't feel like talking. He walked into the room and without words, took Mike's hand and buried his head in Mike's chest, letting his tears stain his lovers shirt.

Mike wrapped his arms around Alex, letting him cry. He carded his finger through Alex's hair soothingly, muttering over and over. "Im, so sorry." There baby was gone because Mike couldn't protect it. Mike held Alex tightly.

"Not your fault." Alex cried. "It's my fault. I made you leave. If it wasn't for me you wouldn't have been out there tonight." He clutched handfuls of Mike's hospital gown.

"It's gone." Alex sobbed.

"Shhhhhhhhh, baby...maybe it just wasn't meant to be. I left, im so sorry. I was upset...I-I didn't mean for this to happen." Mike shook his head. "This is in no way your fault. If anything you saved me...that might not mean much to you right now but it means the world to me...Y-you tried baby..." Mike sighed. "I am so sorry...I wish it was me instead of our baby..."

Alex's head shot up at Mike's last words.

"Mike, I loved that child already, but I love you more than I will ever love anything. Don't even think about saying that. No, don't even think about thinking about that. You had every right to leave, I was an asshole. Don't blame it on yourself."

"Alex...you did nothing w-wrong." Mike caressed Alex's cheek. "I was stubborn, I was taking every little thing to seriously, You wanted this baby so bad." Mike closed his eyes as a lone tear fell down. "I can't give it to you and Im so sorry. I wasn't strong enough to stop him, I lost out baby..I should take its place but I can't. And for that im sorry." Mike kissed Alex's forehead. "My sweet baby..I know you love me but you would have loved that child more and I took that from you." Mike shook his head. "You need someone that can give you a baby a-and not act like I did and loose it." By the time Mike finished he had tears cascading down his cheeks.

"No. Don't be like that. I love you. You mean everything to me Mike." Alex said, still bawling. "I c-could never love a-anything m-more than i love you."

"How c-can you s-say that? I lost our ch-child. I lost your baby!" Mike wailed, clutching Alex to his chest. "I-I lost Alex J-jr. Mike sobbed.

They sat there in silence, holding each other. The room was silent except for their sobs. "It's not your fault Mike. Y-you tried to stop him. I-I should have gotten there faster... if only i'd gotten there a few minutes earlier."

"I-It wouldn't have h-helped. H-He had already beat me...kicked my st-stomach in." Mike sniffled. "A-and you didn't know th-there was no way you c-could have." Mike pecked the top of Alex's head. Mike took Alex by the arms and tried to move him off of his stomach, he had miscarriage, that alone made his stomach bad but he also had a man kicking him in it so Alex laying on it was hurting him. "A-Alex, please...can you move up h-here..." Mike swallowed. "Y-your h-hurting my st-stomach."

"S-sorry." He sniveled, scooting up to Mike's chest. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt Mike any more.

"I-Its fine...you can't hurt it much worse." Mike mumbled. "A-Alex...w-will we be o-okay?" Mike tried to calm down and stop crying but he couldn't. He wanted Alex to have the baby that was so wrongly taken away from him. Mike took it away. Mike closed his eyes as more tears leaked out.

"O-of course we w-will. I m-mean it's horrible we lost the b-baby, but th-that doesn't change my l-love for you. N-not one bit." Alex sobbed, still clinging to his lover.

Mike held Alex close, and kissed his temple. "I love you Alex." Mike whispered, and added mentally, I am so sorry for taking your baby away.