Title: Hermosa

Rated: M (Mature)

Genre(s): Romance/Hurt/Comfort

Pair(s): Alberto Del Rio/Ricardo Rodriguez

Summary: Ricardo is sure that Alberto will be the next World Champion. That's not the problem. The problem is, after Alberto becomes champion, what happens to Ricardo?

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone.

Warning: Slash, Mpreg, etc.

Part: 1/? – Introduction

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It was the worst news that he could have received.

Ricardo peeled up the hem of his shirt and looked at his stomach. It couldn't be true. The doctors must've lied to him. But he knew that that was a lie. He had been ill for several days, but had hidden it from Alberto because he didn't want to worry the older man. The aristocrat had other business to worry about, such as the World Title. Ricardo was certain that Alberto would not be content until he had that belt around his waist. He would continue to demolish the miniscule competition that was tossed at him until he achieved his destiny.

Alberto didn't have time for children, and he certainly didn't have time for babies. It was an unfortunate truth that he wouldn't want this baby either. Alberto and Ricardo were of two different social classes, after all. Ricardo was no more than the help. Constantly, Alberto would come to him and use his body for his own sexual needs. He knew that Ricardo wouldn't complain. His salary made sure that he would keep his mouth shut. And there was no way that Alberto would waste his money on a diseased hooker.

Unfortunately, Ricardo knew that Alberto could never love him. Alberto had a fiancé, a beautiful woman whom he claimed to love very much. Ricardo was just a man on the side. He didn't matter at all. Slowly, Ricardo traced a hand over his slightly distended stomach. In the few hours that he had known about the baby, he had become attached and he didn't know if he could part with the unborn infant. Even if Alberto didn't want it, he wanted the baby. It would be his only connection to the man who didn't want him…

Alberto entered his locker room, a broad smile on his face after he won the Number One Contender match – thanks to Ricardo, of course. "Are you ready to head back to the hotel, mi amigo?"

Ricardo turned to him, a false smile on his face. "Of course, El Patron."

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A/N: Sorry it's so short, but this is only the introduction. More to come. Please Review!