It was a few days before WrestleMania, and Wade Barrett and his boyfriend, Bo Dallas had just checked into their hotel room in New Orleans. After unpacking, Wade suggested they get a bite to eat.
"What are you in the mood for Luv? Chinese? Cajun?"
"Cajun sounds good. I heard from Cena that there is a good restaurant just a couple of blocks from here. Mamma Odie's it's called."
"Alright then. Mamma Odie's it is."
Inside the restaurant, Wade and Bo took a little table towards the back of the restaurant so they could enjoy their meal in private. They had already received a few curious stares as they walked through the restaurant and one unfriendly customer had mumbled an unkind comment about two guys being together under his breath. Upon hearing this, Wade had tightened his grip on Bo's hand as they walked past, but did not say anything. From long experience, he knew the best way to deal with someone like that was just to ignore them.
Now settled in a cozy nook, the two of them perused the menu. After a few minutes, the waitress came up to take their order.
"What can I get you fellas to drink?"
"Two iced teas please. Just lemon in mine, and lemon and sugar for him." Wade answered.
"No sugar for you hon? Why?" Bo asked as the girl left.
"You know the trainer said I had to watch my weight."
"Oh Pshaw! You look just fine to me sweetheart."
Wade blushed and playfully slapped Bo's hand. The girl soon returned with their drinks and took their food orders.
"I'll take the grilled chicken with wild rice and steamed vegetables. Bo, what do you want?"
"I'll have the Cajun Seafood Sampler please."
When their meals arrived, Bo wasted no time in attacking the mountain of boiled crawfish, fried alligator, shrimp etouffee, and catfish fritters that consisted of his meal.
Wade smiled as he ate his own supper. Bo always had been a hearty eater. His cute little potbelly was proof of that.
The food was delicious and soon both plates were clean. Bo burped and wiped his mouth on his napkin. "I'm still hungry." He remarked.
"You're still hungry?" After all that food?" Wade asked, incredulously.
"Yep. What do you suppose they have for dessert?"
Wade laughed and flagged down their waitress. After a quick scan of the dessert menu, Bo ordered himself some bread pudding with whiskey sauce. When his dessert arrived, he soon gobbled it up too.
"Alright then. Come on before you eat me out of house and home!" Wade remarked, laughing as he tugged on Bo's sleeve.
Late that evening, Wade was awakened out of a sound sleep by the sound of someone getting sick. Sitting up in bed, he noticed Bo's side of the bed was empty and the light in their bathroom was on. He climbed out of bed and walked over to the bathroom door and tapped on it.
"Bo honey, you okay in there?"
"No..gag.No. I think I'm sick."
"I'm coming in."
Wade opened the door and found Bo curled up on the floor in front of the toilet. Bo's face was pale and he was shaking like a leaf and drenched in sweat. Just as Wade was kneeling down to comfort him, Bo lunged for the bowl again. As Bo vomited, Wade soothingly rubbed his back with one hand and held his hair back with the other.
"Poor baby. I knew you shouldn't have eaten so much."
When Bo finished, Wade helped him up and walked him over to the sink so Bo could rinse his mouth out and brush his teeth.
"My stomach still feels funny. I think that food might have been bad."
"I'll go down to the gift shop and see if they've got anything for an upset stomach. After I get you back into bed."
After cleaning himself up, Bo leaned on Wade and Wade got him tucked back into bed.
"Try to get some sleep. I'll be back in a few minutes." Wade kissed the tip of his nose, and left the room.
Downstairs in the hotel gift shop, he searched around for something to settle Bo's stomach. There wasn't a whole lot of options, but he did find some Pepto Bismol, ginger ale, and a small box of soda crackers. John Cena came in the shop just as Wade was getting his purchases rung up.
"What's the matter Barrett? You sick?"
"Nah. Bo is. He thinks his food was bad, I think he just ate too much."
"Sorry to hear he's not feeling good. You tell him I hope he feels better."
"I will."
Back in the room, Wade found Bo sitting up in bed with the garbage can within reach. He still looked pretty bad.
"Here sweetie. Maybe this will help your stomach."
Wade measured out a dose of the pink stomach medicine and handed it to Bo. Bo drank it with a grimace.
"Ick! Gimmee something to take that taste out of my mouth, or I'm gonna hurl again."
Wade handed him the ginger ale. "Now don't gulp it down. Just sip on it!"
It took awhile for Bo's stomach to settle, but finally he was able to sleep.
The next few days were busy ones. With the fan access, and the hall of fame ceremony, plus practice sessions and the pay per view itself, they were running from the crack of dawn until way late at night. Wade was concerned with Bo's health though as the day of the pay per view drew closer. Bo was still throwing up. He was throwing up at least once a day. It wasn't food poisoning, so Wade wondered if it could be a virus or something.
The big night had arrived and Wade and Bo were waiting their turn in the back for their match. Just as the ring announcer called their names, Bo took off running towards the restroom with his hand clamped over his mouth.
"Barrett! What's the matter with Dallas?" Triple H asked.
"He's sick! Get the doc and have somebody stall the match or something!"
Standing outside the trainer's room, Wade paced back and forth nervously. Every worst possible scenario that could be wrong with Bo raced through his mind.
When the door opened, Wade jumped in surprise. He turned to face the man who had just came out.
"Lex? What's wrong with him Man?" Wade asked, with worry in his voice.
"Come on in and see for yourself."
Confused, Wade rushed in and took his place next to Bo's side. Bo was laying on an exam table with a very confused look on his own face.
"Doc? What's the matter with him? Is he going to be okay?"
"Oh I'm sure he'll be just fine in, oh about eight months." The doctor answered with a smile.
"Eight months?! What does that mean?!"
"Calm down Mr. Barrett. It means that Mr. Dallas here is expecting."
"Expecting what?"
"A baby you dolt! He means you knocked me up!" Bo snapped.
"I did WHAT?!" Wade looked at Bo and then at the doctor with shock.
"Mr. Dallas is indeed pregnant. Four weeks to be exact. Congratulations!"
THUD! The surprise was too much for Wade. He fainted.