Title: A Perfect Circle

Rating: NC-17. Strong language, strong sexual content, adult themes. This story is not intended for minors. This story contains femslash.

Summary: This is the final installment of the Perfect series. Marriage and children have a way of changing relationships and being on the road 300 days a year doesn't help, either. Dave Batista, John Cena, Jeff Hardy and Randy Orton are all loved by their fans and adored around the world, but the people closest to them, just need them to be there.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the original characters. The other characters are property of WWE and TNA respectively, to which I do not condone or receive any permission or endorsement from using their stage personas. The scenarios and this story is not meant as any disrespect; actually, it's a flattery. So thank you for not suing.

A/N: Okay, I know I said I wasn't gonna post this until I finish The Concubine, but I have a short attention span. Anyway, I've done about five chapters already and it starts out slow. Mainly because I lost the original chapters when my old computer blew up, so this is the revised version from my memory and I have so many damn characters and couples to concentrate on, I haven't figured out how they all mesh just yet.

After talking to a few people, I realized that I skipped over some major events in their lives when I ended Maintaining Perfection and those I asked said they wanted to read about them, so there will be flashbacks into each couples lives to touch on those things I skimmed over.

Finally, this is the last installment of this series…I think; so I'm going all out on this one. I have no idea how long this will be or how long it'll take me to do it, but I have a lot planned; bear with me. And as I said before, this story will contain femslash. It will be tastefully done, but it is a coming of age story with regards to Alli.

With that, as always, I appreciate your support and I hope that you all enjoy this one as much as the others. I'll update more once I get my other stories done!

Xoxoxo

Shanny

Prologue

R u busy

Dave Batista smiled when he read the message. He knew right away from the ring tone that it was his wife, Britain, sending him a text message. No. He replied.

Gonna send u a pic...Call me

Dave sat up on the bed and turned on the lamp. This day was not much different than the day before. Again, he had traveled to another city, did a signing, had a show, and retreated to another empty hotel room with a hard bed, rough sheets, and without Britain beside him to ensure a good night's sleep.

He looked over at the clock on the nightstand. It had already been a few minutes since he received her last text message. He wondered what was taking her so long and had half a mind to call her and ask her just that. But he knew that if he did, she would yell at him for forcing her to tell him what she was sending him. It's not like he could have forced her into anything if he tried. She just lacked willpower when it came to presents or surprises.

Ultimately growing bored of waiting, Dave scrolled through the photos on his phone and smiled. The first picture had been taken on their first wedding anniversary. Britain was sitting on the couch holding up concert tickets. He remembered that day like it was yesterday.

Dave walked up to Britain and wrapped his arms around her. It was hard to believe that they had survived their first year of marriage. Judging from how their first six months went, neither of them thought they would have gotten that far. "Do we have to go out?" He knew that she had planned this whole anniversary dinner for them, but really, he would have been happy just staying at home with her doing nothing.

She looked at his face and her grey eyes danced wildly. "No. I was kinda hoping you'd wanna stay home."

He leaned her against the counter and pressed his lips to her neck. "So…what do you wanna do, if we stay home, all by ourselves?" He raised his eyebrow hoping that she was thinking what he was thinking.

"Open presents." She smiled and shimmed away from him to retrieve his.

Presents were not what Dave had in mind…well, he was hoping for one present, but it didn't come in a box; not yet anyway. "Okay…" He said to an empty kitchen and walked quietly into the living room. He took a seat on the couch and watched Britain bounce around the room before she settled next to him. "Who goes first?"

"Me!" She scooted up on the couch pillow and held out her hand and closed her eyes. If there was one thing Britain Weis-Batista adored, it was a gift. When she opened her eyes, Dave had placed a small wrapped box in her hand. Carefully, not to tear the wrapping paper, something he could never understand, she opened his gift. "Davey…this is beautiful." She looked at the diamond encrusted heart-shaped pendant dangling from a delicate chain and smiled. She let her fingers trace the precious stones as she opened the card. She didn't read it out loud; she couldn't. Instead she leaned over with tears in her eyes and kissed him. "I love you, too."

Dave cupped her soft cheek in his large hand and shook his head. "Don't cry…it's not a crying gift." He watched as she sat her gift on the coffee table, then he looked around for his. "Tell me you didn't wrap all of those golf clubs." He had been hinting for weeks that he wanted a new set of clubs; hopefully now he would finally have them.

"You wish." She responded rolling her eyes. There was no way in hell she was going to buy him boring ass golf clubs for their anniversary. "I got you two things." The first thing she handed him, was an envelope.

"If it's not clubs, please be a week at a golf resort." Dave prayed aloud closing his eyes in hopes that would make his prayer would be answered. He carefully opened the envelop and smiled. "Velvet Revolver…and backstage passes? You are serious?" His smile couldn't have gotten any bigger; at least that's what he thought. "Slash is a god! Thank you." He leaned over and kissed her. "So where are my clubs?"

Britain popped him upside the head and then she reached behind her to hand him his second gift. "This has been the hardest thing to keep a surprise." She handed him a small rectangular box and held her breath.

Instead of opening it, Dave decided to shake it. He knew how much that pissed her off. He saw her hand come up to his head, out of the corner of his eye and he ducked to avoid the hit. After a few choice words from his beloved, Dave started the task of unwrapping the gift. He removed the top and stared into a box filled only with a white stick of some sort. It took a second for it to register and he could feel hundreds of things run through his body, but the tears that danced on his eyelids were the only things he could pay attention to. "Really?" He managed to squeak out.

She nodded and smiled.

"And everything's okay?"

"So far." She touched her hand to his cheek. "Are you happy?"

There were no words to describe what he was feeling. They had tried for almost a year to get pregnant and gone through one surgery, hormone injections, and were just about to try IVF. But now that wasn't necessary. They were pregnant. They were going to have a baby.

He never replied, instead he wrapped her in a hug and felt the tears roll down his face. "I love you." He pulled back and sat her back on the couch placing his head on her belly. "Hey in there... I'm your daddy. Me and your mommy wanted you so much." He was on cloud nine. He was going to be a father again after almost eighteen years. It was more than he could ask for.

Dave looked at Britain and tried to contain his emotions. "How long?"

"Almost three months. I found out about two weeks ago." She had been biting her tongue for that long; it was a miracle.

He did the math in his head. "So that means, it was either the skinny dipping night, or the night with…"

"Yeah, one of those." She knew exactly what night he was referring to. It had been one of those stints were he was gone for three weeks straight. He was only home for three days, but they managed to test out their new pool, his new truck, and that stripper pole that she claimed was for exercise in the basement.

Dave hit the browser button on his phone again to the next picture, him holding up a sonogram and two fingers. That was the day when they found out they were having twins. He could still remember seeing the wide eyed expression on Britain's face and hearing his own pulse beat in his ears.

"What?" Dave looked at Britain's OBGYN like she had two heads. He wasn't quite sure he had heard correctly, but it sounded a lot to him like she said that they were having twins.

"Look." Dr. Allen pointed to the screen in front of the expecting couple. "There's the head of Baby A and that…is Baby B." Monique turned to Britain and smiled. "You're having twins."

"Two babies? We're having two of them?" Britain's range of emotions was all over the place, everything from fear to elation danced across her face. "Can I sign up for a C-section now? It's bad enough to have one vaginally; I don't think I wanna do two."

Dr. Allen laughed. "You'll be fine. We just want to monitor you and make sure everything's going like it should. Do you want to know what you're having?"

"No." Dave spoke up. He had known that both of his biological children from his first marriage were girls before they were born and the one thing he wished he would have done differently was to be surprised at their birth. "I want to find out when their born."

Britain nodded and squeezed his hand tighter. "We're having twins. Oh my God." She smiled looking at her babies on the screen. She had prayed for one, but two was truly a blessing.

Hitting the scroll button on his cell phone, he let out a deep laugh as he looked at the next picture. He took it the night that she went into labor. He could remember that day vividly and it always brought a smile to his face.

Dave walked down the stairs in his home in a frantic search for Britain. She had been put on bed rest weeks ago. When he had woke up from the nap they were taking, she wasn't beside him. He checked the bathroom; there was no sign of her. He checked the nursery, she wasn't in there. He could feel himself start to panic. For all he knew she could have tried to run to the store like she had done a few days prior, which gave everyone in their family a heart attack. He checked the living room, the dining room, the family room…she was no where to be found. As he hurried into the kitchen, he let out a sigh of relief.

Britain was sitting on the floor next to the refrigerator with the door wide open. She had successfully rested the container of Cool Whip on her very pregnant stomach and was happily biting into a chicken leg.

"What the hell are you doing? You scared me to death!" He walked over to where she sat and watched in horror as she dipped the chicken into the desert topping. "What are you eating?"

"Chicken and Cool Whip. This is the best fucking thing I have ever tasted." She continued to dip and chew as if it were the most logical choice of foods ever created.

Dave pulled out the stool at the kitchen counter and watched her with caution. "I'll be so glad when you go back to eating normal food again. That's disgusting." He watched as she put a gallon of skim milk up to her mouth and chugged it as if it were water.

"It's your fault." She said in between gulps. "If you weren't such a good shot, I wouldn't be eating this shit, now would I?" She shook her head as she tried to turn to grab the salsa from the refrigerator door. "No…you just had to knock me up…didn't you?"

"We both wanted this." He reminded her wondering what she was going to do with the salsa.

Dipping her finger into the tomato based sauce, then scooping up a healthy portion of Cool Whip on top, she placed her finger in her mouth. "But twins? This shit is all your doing. And this is one…" She licked her finger then pointed to the side of her stomach. "the one on the left. When it's born, it's getting a spanking. I think this kid has ADHD…it won't keep still."

It was at that moment that Dave noticed the sharp intake of breath that she took and shook his head. "See, that shit is gonna tear your stomach up. You shouldn't mix Cool Whip with chicken and salsa. You're gonna be sick as a dog."

She reached out her hand for him to help her off of the floor. "I gotta pee."

And it was three hours later that she had stomach pains. They both attributed it to her mid afternoon snack, but when her water broke, they knew it was something else. That day had been one of the happiest days of his life.

Dave looked over at the clock again. Already ten minutes had passed since she had sent the first text message. He could only imagine what was going on at home. His sons, DJ and Mikey, were probably giving Britain a run for her money. Even though they were six months old and finally sleeping through the night, they were spoiled to death and neither liked to be out of her arms for more than a few minutes. She probably can't get back to the phone right now. He decided that he was entertaining himself with his trip down memory lane and continued to scroll through his pictures.

He smiled at the picture that was taken just one week after Britain came home from the hospital. After the birth of their sons, she was given a hysterectomy and was not able to move about or help out with the children. The only thing she was able to do until her body recovered from the surgery was nurse. Dave had taken on the task of playing Mommy and Daddy as well as nurse-maid to Britain. Finally after he had gotten the boys to sleep, he too closed his eyes with exhaustion. Both boys were asleep on his massive chest and he slept with one arm protectively over them. Apparently Britain had snapped that picture and Dave was pleasantly amused when he saw it later.

His cell phone ringing startled him the quiet room. He hit the button to receive the text message. A large smile danced on his lips when he saw his sons, both sitting up on their own, smiling and Britain's face in between theirs with an equally big grin.

They had grown up so fast. David Johan, DJ, was still bigger than his brother and was the spitting image of Dave. Everything from his wavy black hair, inherited from both of his parents, to Dave's tan skin and slanted brown eyes…there was no way Dave could ever deny his paternity to that child. Michael Christopher, Mikey, though looked like Britain at birth was starting to look more and more like Dave everyday. Only a few pounds lighter and a few inches shorter than his older brother. Mikey too had wavy black hair, tan skin, and slanted eyes, only his eyes were grey, like his mother's. And he had the cutest pointed chin that came from Britain herself.

Although he was elated by the picture and amused to no end, he couldn't help but to feel sad. His boys were growing up and he wasn't there to witness it. Dave slowly dialed his home phone number and listened to it ring on his end of the phone.

"Do you like it?" Britain's voice giggled as she looked at a copy of the picture on her laptop.

"What's with the big ass smiles?"

"They both needed to be changed. You know how much they love to stink…they take after you I guess." She settled herself back on the pillows and sighed. "So…what are you doing?"

Dave too laid down and closed his eyes. "Missing the hell out of you."

"When are you coming home?"

"Saturday. My plane gets in at seven." Even though Saturday was only two days away, it felt like forever. He had been gone this time for six weeks. The demands of his job were getting ridiculous. After being drafted back to Smackdown, his traveling schedule was more grueling than ever. Being that Raw was the more popular of the WWE brands, the superstars had a more relaxed schedule, but while on Smackdown, the superstars did more promo work. Even if he wasn't in the ring, he was at signings or interviewers non-stop. "What's going on there?"

"I finally got the boys to sleep. Alli's been a big help with them."

"Alli?" Dave was a little shocked that his youngest daughter had taken to helping Britain. Not that Alli didn't love her step-mother, or her little brothers, but Alli was more of the loner type. She was extremely close to her mother and lived with her, while his other two daughters lived with him before they moved out of the house. "She's hanging around?"

Britain closed her eyes and sighed. This was a conversation to have in person, not over the phone. "She's been hanging around a lot. I think something's going on at Emily's. She's been here every night for the last two weeks."

"Really?" Dave let out a sigh. The last thing he wanted was another confrontation with his ex-wife. Dave and Emily's relationship completely changed when Dave started dated Britain and again, with all of the drama that his middle daughter, Maddy, caused. "I'll talk to her when I get home."

"And after you do that, I've got a surprise for you."

He felt himself smile. He knew it would only take a few words before she would tell him what it was. "Oh yeah? What?"

"I can't tell you. It wouldn't be a surprise."

"Oh come on…you can tell me." He laughed when she grunted.

"Let's just say it involves, you and me and this bed and a certain new outfit that I bought." She laughed at his dead silence on the other end.

He let his eyes close as he thought about what she would be wearing and all of the wicked things he had wanted to do to her, but hadn't had the chance to in weeks. "Tell me more." His breath started to shallow as he felt his hand travel over the expanse of his stomach and down inside of his boxer, all the while listening to Britain's silky whisper giving him vivid detail of things to come.