Title: After Montreal
Rated: M (Mature)
Genre(s): Romance/Drama
Pair(s): Bret/Shawn, Mark/Hunter, etc.
Summary: That match may have cost him more than his reputation in Montreal. The entire roster is thrilled that Shawn is the new champion… but Shawn could care less. Because, out there, in front of millions of fans, he broke a man. He lost his boyfriend. And he's not sure that he could ever win him back. Until he receives news that could alter both of their lives forever…
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, besides my OCs.
Warning: Slash, Mpreg
Part: 1/? – Introduction
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"Bret? Bret, please? Bret!" The door to the Hitman's locker room slammed closed in Shawn's face, followed by the click of the lock. "C'mon, Bret!"
To say that Shawn felt awful about what happened would be a severe understatement. When he had seen the look of utter dejection on Bret's face, his heart had shattered. Bret deserved so much better. He deserved a better friend, a better lover, and a much better boyfriend. Shawn felt lower than dirt right then. His stomach twisted, and he felt as if he was about to be sick. Tears slowly started to collect in his eyes. Bret must hate him now, he reasoned. And that was what hurt most of all.
"Please, Bret. I'm sorry!" Shawn fell back against the door, sinking down slowly until he sat on the floor. He must have looked like a total wreck to the men and women who passed by, but he didn't care.
It was extremely unlikely that Bret would believe him, even though it was the truth. Shawn hated himself for what he did. And right now, all he wanted was for Bret to hold him and tell him that everything was going to be okay. But everything wasn't okay. He had betrayed Bret's trust… and his love. And, with a shaky breath, he realized that he didn't deserve it back. Taking another breath to try and steady himself, he scrubbed at his eyes with the heel of his palm. Normally, when he cried, Bret would comfort him. But not this time.
Absently, Shawn's arms wrapped around his midsection, trying (and failing) to comfort himself. The tears came steadily now, and Shawn did nothing to stop them. And he didn't want to move from his position, because when he managed to quiet himself enough, he could hear Bret talking to himself in the locker room. For some reason, Bret's voice had always calmed him down. Even before they were lovers. Even before they were boyfriends. Silently, Shawn prayed that the older man would open the door so they could talk about this. It didn't happen.
That was how Hunter found him a half hour later. Immediately, he was down at his best friend's side, asking if there was anything he could do for him. But Shawn just shook his head. He couldn't speak, because all of the words had already been said. Looking back, he realized how utterly rude he had been to Bret in the lead-up to their title match. Sure, it was all the storyline… but he could see how it affected the older man. Piece by piece, he had dissected the Hitman until all that remained was a shell. No wonder Bret hated him.
"Shawn? Shawn! Look at me, man!" Hunter called out to Shawn, worried about the smaller man.
Finally, Shawn turned to him and frowned. "What?"
"It's not the end of the world, Shawny. Bret was screwed out of his title, so what? It happens all the time." Hunter said. "He knows that it's not your fault -,"
"It is my fault."
Hunter rolled his eyes. "Whatever. What matters is that Bret loves you, and he won't hold this over your head forever. You two can't exist without each other."
Shawn sniffled pitifully. "I tried to talk to him, but he wouldn't listen. He hates me, Hunter!"
Hunter frowned, before he pulled the heartbreaker into his arms. Immediately, the dirty blond buried his face in Hunter's chest. "Pretty boy, you would have to be blind if you didn't see how much Bret loves you. You were there for him when no-one else was. You bore his children. You're his life."
After a moment of silence, Shawn was finally able to form a small smile. "I never thought that I would live to see the day when you would talk-up Bret Hart."
"Pretty boy, you better relish the moment." Hunter retorted. "'Cause there's never gonna be another one like it."
"I can live with that."
Little did either wrestler realize that Bret had opened the door to his locker room, intending to peer out into the hall and see if Shawn was still there. Instead, he found this. Shawn, his Shawn, curled in Hunter's arms. He knew that the Connecticut Blue Blood had always felt something for Shawn, but he had believed that he would take the high road and stay out of their relationship. Besides, the blond seemed perfectly content with the Deadman. Obviously, the Hitman had been mistaken. He frowned and closed the door once more.
When Shawn managed to calm himself down, Hunter released him. Softly, he stroked back Shawn's dirty blond locks, which were stamped onto his face with tears. Tears didn't suit the Heartbreaker, he decided. He was supposed to be the one making people cry, not the other way around. He smirked a little at that. Shawn had certainly had his fair share of trysts before Bret came along… and that was it. There was no-one else for the Heartbreak Kid. And that was what made this entire situation so uncomfortable…
"Now, what do you say we head back to my locker room and 'retrieve the children'? They can't wait to see their mommy." Shawn slapped his shoulder and Hunter laughed.
"I. Am. Not. A. Woman!" Shawn almost screamed, his face turning red from embarrassment.
"Well, Annalisa seems to think so. She kept asking for her 'Mommy Shawny'." Hunter smirked at the memory. "It must be all the hair."
"Hey!" Shawn slapped him again. "Bret has a lot of hair too!"
Hunter nodded. "Yes. Yes, he does. But he doesn't flip it around like he's walking down the runway, either. And, I'm sorry to inform you, it's not quite as long as your… 'beautiful' mane."
"Humph!" Shawn turned away, dramatically flipping his hair to make a point.
"Case closed!" Hunter laughed.
Shawn rubbed his hair subconsciously. "You wish you had my beautiful mane."
When they finally reached Hunter's locker room, Hunter opened the door and allowed Shawn inside. His two precious babies were on the floor, coloring (or, in Annalisa's case, tearing) the pages of a coloring book. Bryan, the older of the two at five-years-old, had dirty blond hair like Shawn and dark, mysterious brown eyes like Bret. And Annalisa, who just turned two-years-old last week, had Bret's brown ringlet curls and his brown eyes. When Shawn entered, Annalisa flashed him a wide smile and handed him the torn, crumpled paper from the book.
"For you." She said. "Pretty, mommy?"
Hunter shot Shawn a look that seemed to scream 'I told you so'. "Yes, it's very pretty sweetie. But… what is it supposed to be, exactly?"
"It heart. Cause I love you." She batted her pretty brown eyes at him cutely. "Mommy won match? Where belt? Where belt?" She asked.
"Yeah, mommy, where's the title belt?" Bryan asked excitedly, coming to stand beside his sister.
"Well, the belt is back in my locker room. We can go grab it, and then head back to the hotel room. You two are up way past your bedtime." Shawn shot Hunter a look, and Hunter looked sheepish. "I'll let you chose a bedtime story, but you both have to agree."
Bryan looked at his sister hesitantly. "We can do that."
"Good." Shawn lifted Annalisa into his arms, before he took Bryan's hand. "It's time to head home. Say thank you and bye-bye to Uncle Hunty."
"Bye Uncle Hunter! Thank you!"
Hunter waved goodbye to his best friend and the children, watching as they vanished around the corner. For some reason, he was unable to shake the uncomfortable feeling that the worst had yet to occur…
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