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Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own Chris Jericho or CM Punk. You bet your ass I wish I did, though.
Warning: AU, possible OOC, mpreg, slash
Rated: M (for explicit language, scenes, and overall themes)


Phil walked out of the kitchen and peeled a banana open. He took a hungry bite and made his way to the living room where Chris was sitting, his fingers running on his laptop. He sat down next to his husband and finished off his banana.

Phil relaxed for a few minutes before he felt a sudden, sharp pain in his abdomen. He buckled over and held his stomach in pain with his eyes screwed shut.

"Phil, are you okay?" Chris asked worriedly.

Phil looked up at Chris and hissed through clenched teeth. "My stomach fucking kills."

"Do you think it's time to have Alannah?" Chris asked Phil. Phil shrugged and held onto his stomach. It felt like it was going to detach from the rest of his body. "Phil, how is this supposed to happen?"

Chris got up and started running around like crazy while Phil waited for the pain to subside. "I don't know. A man has never really been pregnant before. I don't have the right parts to even keep Alannah alive, even though I did. I think it's time to go to the hospital."

Chris made a dash to his car keys and jumped over the couch to help Phil to his feet. "It's okay, baby. I'm getting you help." His knees shook violently while helping Phil to the car. Just as he was sitting down in the passenger seat, the pain returned.

"Shit!" Phil yelped, grasping his belly and leaning forward again. "It hurts so fucking much!"

Chris managed to get the rest of Phil's body into the car before running over to the driver's seat and speeding off towards the hospital. He couldn't stand seeing Phil in so much pain. Halfway there, the pain faded away, and Phil sat all sweaty and breathing heavily. "I don't know… if I can… do this," Phil gasped between breaths.

"Of course you can, baby," Chris said, his voice trembling. "When we get to the hospital everything will be okay, alright?"

Phil stared out the window and watched Chris pull into a parking space. "I'm going inside to get a wheelchair. I'll be right-"

"I'm fine," Phil snapped. "I can walk inside. I don't need a wheelchair."

Stubbornly, Phil got himself out of the car and held onto Chris' muscular arm for support. They were in the door and at the check-in counter when the pain returned.

"Oh my fucking god," Phil screeched, one hand on his stomach and the other holding Chris' hand. He squatted slightly, like he was about to sit on the toilet.

"He's having a baby," Chris let out. "He needs help."

"He?" the receptionist asked, confused. Phil shut his eyes and tried to concentrate on something else to get his mind off the searing pain. "Sir, men can't have babies."

"Well, he's pregnant and in fucking labor, now isn't he?" Chris snapped angrily. "He needs a fucking doctor."

In the middle of his pain, Phil sat down on a wheelchair and got pushed into an elevator, and then down a hall and to the right. The pain faded by the time they got to their destination, so Phil undressed and put on a hospital gown with ease. He lay down on the bed and used the thin sheet to wipe the sweat from his face. Chris had sat down on a chair next to him, and was leaning in close. "They're sending in a nurse soon, baby," Chris said, rubbing his arm gently. Phil groaned; even though the sharp, stabbing pain was gone, his abdomen was extremely sore from the pain.

"Alannah, please just come out now," Phil begged the bump. A nurse came into the room.

"Hi, I'm Sally. Let me just put this on your finger," she said, clipping a piece of plastic to Phil's index finger. "That will help us see your heart rate and blood oxygen levels. I understand electrode pads were placed on your body already. An IV nurse will be in to put an IV in you, and then the OB doctor will come in to check on you."

"Thank you," Phil mumbled, his eyes heavy with tiredness. He shut them for mere moments before the pain came back.

"Fuck! It hurts so much!" Phil screamed, fisting the sheets on the bed. He leaned his head and neck closer to his stomach, trying anything to make the pain go away. It felt like someone was stabbing him in his entire midsection with knives and twisting them around inside of him. He bit down on his lip so hard he drew blood.

"Baby, come here," Chris said. His vision blurry from the pain, he saw a glimpse of Chris taking out his lip ring and patting his bottom lip with a tissue. "It's going to be okay, baby. I promise."

Amidst the pain, Phil narrowed his eyes angrily at Chris. "This is your fault," he spoke slowly through clenched teeth. "You are a fucking asshole."

The IV nurse had arrived as Phil said that, and she laughed. "Don't worry; it's like that with everyone. Even men, I suppose."

Phil fell backwards onto the pillow when the pain disappeared. He wiped away the sweat again and watched as the nurse hung up a bag of liquid near his bed.

"I'm Deb," she spoke, putting on gloves and a face mask. "I'll be putting the IV in you today. Which arm would you prefer it go in?"

Phil looked at his occupied right arm. "Just go with this one," he said, lifting it slightly. "Everything else is on here, might as well just fill it up."

Deb laughed while she unwrapped the IV packaging. "This is going to hurt a little, but definitely not as much as those stomach pains."

Phil didn't cringe or flinch while she put the IV needle and tubing in place. She put a clear bandage-looking thing on top of it so it wouldn't move. He briefly looked at his hospital wristband.

Irvine-Brooks, Phillip J. DOB: 10/26/78 Sex: M Allergies: N/A

"When will the doctor be in?" Phil murmured tiredly.

"Should be only a few minutes, hon," Deb said, throwing away the wrappers and packaging. She took off her gloves and left through the drawn curtain. Phil rubbed his stomach gently to feel Alannah kicking from the outside. She was moving like crazy. "Baby girl, please come out soon."

As if on cue, Phil felt the ripping feeling again. He seethed and grunted through it, slamming his fists on anything near him. Chris looked on with guilty eyes.

"Hello, I'm Dr. Chu," the young-looking male who had just entered the room said. "Is he having pain right now?" he asked Chris. Chris nodded once.

"It hurts so much," Phil spoke the words out slowly. He had rolled onto his left side and assumed the fetal position. "Please, please get her out of me."

"I'll wait until the pain subsides," Dr. Chu said, taking a seat near Phil's bed. Both men watched Phil as he squirmed his way through the unbearable pain. He finally fell back again and wiped some sweat from his face. He let out a shaky breath.

"This is how we're going to do things," Dr. Chu informed the men. "Your series of ultrasounds throughout the months have shown the baby has somehow formed a membrane-like sac around herself in place of a uterus. There's no way for you to 'naturally' give birth, so we'll have to do a sort of cesarean section to deliver her. My theory is the pain you're experiencing is the baby trying to get out of the membrane, which is attached to your internal organs completely. This is my first time ever seeing a man have a baby, although it's not unheard of. However, I don't quite know how your two sperm merged to form a zygote, as the sperm needs the egg to become a zygote. We can discuss that more at length after your baby is born healthily. We will give you a spinal epidural to numb everything from your abdomen down. The needle is painful, but not as painful as the stomach cramping you're experiencing. We'll bring you to the OR and hopefully within a short amount of time, your baby will be born."

"Okay," Phil mumbled tiredly. "So, if everything goes according to plan, my baby should be born today?"

Dr. Chu nodded. "Yes. With any luck, your daughter will be born within a few hours."

"Luck is for losers," Phil muttered under his breath, taking a quick glance at his sleeve tattoo. "Okay. Chris, do you have any questions?"

"What's going to happen to his body after the incision?" Chris asked, worried. "Will he be able to get back to wrestling?"

Dr. Chu smirked. "With lots of rest and a little time, he'll be back to normal very quickly. I'm going to transport you to pre-op to get your injection, and then we'll head off to the operating room."

Dr. Chu left the room, and Phil sighed nervously. "I'm kind of scared for Alannah to come out," he confided. "What if I'm not meant to be a father?"

"Of course you are," Chris told his husband lightly. "We're going to be great fathers. I'm nervous, too. It's a big change, after all."

"I don't know about little girls and what-not. Are we going to be able to raise a girl?"

"We have women friends. We have family members. We're not totally alone. This will be a huge learning experience for the both of us." Chris smiled. "We're the best in the world, babe. We can raise a baby girl."

That made Phil smile. He had been so bored without WWE to occupy his time. He had been away for almost a year now, and Chris had been gone for two months now. He hoped to get back as soon as he was medically cleared. The two men had silently agreed to raise Alannah with the WWE as a huge part of her life. It was the majority of their lives, so she would have to get used to it, anyway.

"Hello?" Sally asked, poking her head into the curtain. She smiled. "I'm here to transport you to pre-op."

"Do you need me to get into a wheelchair again?" Phil asked, ready to leave the bed. Sally shook her head.

"You're already in a bed. There'd be no point in putting you into another one. Chris, you can just follow while I push him to pre-op."

Phil covered himself with a blanket and watched in front of him as Sally wheeled the bed down halls and towards an elevator. She pressed the up button and they went up to pre-op. She wheeled the bed into an empty room and locked the bed into the safety position.

"Dr. Chu will be in soon to give the epidural," Sally told them, closing the curtain to their new room. It was smaller with more equipment. Almost as soon as she left, Phil's stomach cramps started right back up again. He writhed in pain and tugged at the gown covering his stomach and lifted it up. Spasms ripped across the surface of his skin. He stared at the spasms in agony for a few minutes. The pain left quickly, and shortly after, Sally came in with shaving cream, a few disposable razors, and a pink basin.

"I have to shave you before you can go to the OR," she explained, filling the basin with warm water. She dipped a few pieces of gauze into the water and rubbed it along his stomach and groin, wetting the hair that grew there. She squirted some shaving cream onto her gloved hand and rubbed it along the damp area evenly. She started to shave in neat lines starting at his stomach, and slowly made her way down to his coarse, black pubic hair.

"This is the first time I'm going to be without hair down there since I was prepubescent," Phil commented, trying to watch Sally while she shaved him. "I feel naked."

"Theoretically, you are, Phil," Chris snickered playfully. He ran his fingers over his belly briefly before giving him a kiss. Sally finished shaving him, and wiped away the excess shaving cream before lowering his gown and leaving the room.

"I just need to see what you look like without any hair," Chris spoke, smirking. He lifted the gown and glanced at his husband's crotch. "Baby, you look like a little boy. It's a little unnerving, actually."

The two laughed briefly, interrupted by Dr. Chu coming in with an orange-colored solution, some application tool, and a very long and thick needle. Phil's eyes widened at the size of the needle.

"Don't freak out," Dr. Chu said, setting down the equipment and putting on personal protective equipment. "We use the same sized needle for most people. At most, it's only going in halfway."

Phil exhaled and held onto his stomach. Dr. Chu stood in front of him and told him what to do. Phil scooted until he was sitting. Chris held onto his hands tightly and held his body up, back bent slightly.

"I'm going to apply this solution to your back before inserting the needle."

Phil looked up and caught Chris' eyes close to his own. "Don't worry baby. I've got you. And the needle won't hurt more than the ripping stomach pain."

Phil closed his eyes and held his breath when the needle pierced his back. It went in deeper, and he felt a liquid sensation going into his body. Dr. Chu pulled the needle out and taped a piece of gauze on the hole to stop any bleeding.

"You can relax now, Phil," Dr. Chu said, disposing of the needle and his gloves. "When that sets in, we'll wheel you over to the OR and deliver this baby."

"I have to say, I'm going to miss having Alannah in my belly. But I'm so excited to meet her."

He felt Alannah kick, and then he slowly lost feeling in his abdomen. He could only feel Alannah from the outside now, which was weird. Over the course of a few minutes, he slowly lost all feeling in his pelvis, thighs, and ankles. He wiggled his toes for a last time before he couldn't feel them anymore either.

"I can't feel anything," Phil told Chris, poking his belly in different locations to test the power of the medication. "When is Dr. Chu coming back in? I want Alannah out."

"He should be back in a few minutes," Chris said, putting a kiss on Phil's sweaty forehead. The two waited a while until the doctor returned. He tapped lightly on Phil's stomach.

"Feel that?" he asked. Phil shook his head. He prodded his thigh hard, but Phil still didn't feel a thing.

"I'm going to just poke your foot and stomach with a safety pin, then, to be sure," Dr. Chu said, pulling a safety pin out. Phil didn't feel it in either location.

"I think we're ready to go to the operating room," Dr. Chu announced. "We'll just wheel you there, then."

He recruited Sally and a few other nurses to assist in the transportation. Chris trailed not far behind the group, looking excited and nervous. The group arrived in a brightly-lit room, where Phil's bed was locked in place. All but Sally and another nurse left, and then the two nurses went to wash up. "Come here," they told Chris, and he followed them.

"You need to put these on," Sally told him, handing him a robe; a shower cap-looking thing; shoe covers; drawstring pants similar to the robe; a face mask; and gloves. Chris eyed the pile of protective clothing he had to put on and set to work doing it. Once they were all ready to go, they went back in to the room Phil was in.

"Maria, please put up the curtain. Sally, hand me my tools and be prepared to help me," Dr. Chu instructed the nurses, who did as they were told. Phil could no longer see what they were doing, as a divider separated his view. Chris sat next to Phil's face, and the two made quiet small-talk while Dr. Chu prepared to make the first incision.

"Okay, Phil, you're going to feel some pressure. It won't hurt, but it will be uncomfortable."

Phil felt it immediately afterwards. "I've never felt a pain like that before. Chris, what are they doing?"

Chris bravely looked over and described to Phil what was happening. "There's a huge cut under your stomach. Your wrestling trunks will cover it, don't worry. There's a lot of blood, and Dr. Chu is touching a pink sac. He's about to cut it open… Oh, gross, Phil. A huge amount of liquid just poured from the thin sac. What the hell is that? Oh my god, it's her arm, baby. I see her arm!"

Chris grabbed Phil's shoulder excitedly and gave him a huge smile. Phil returned the gesture. "Take a video, baby!"

Chris pulled out his iPhone and hit record. He aimed the camera at Phil's stomach. "I see her arm again. They're trying to rip the sac open more. It looks a little jagged, like she was scraping at it already. And there's the back of her head! They're pulling her out now!"

The sound of a baby crying filled the room. Phil's eyes watered with absolute happiness, and he looked up at his husband. A tear rolled down his cheek, and he didn't make a move to brush it away. "Phil, baby, she's beautiful…"

"I don't know how, but this is almost exactly like having to deliver a baby from a woman," Dr. Chu stated, handing the bloody baby over to Maria. "I'm going to remove the sac in another operation. It only had embryotic fluid in it. For now, I'm going to remove excess fetal parts and sew up the incision."

"What are you naming her?" Maria asked, looking over at the couple. Phil wiped his eyes and spoke happily, "Alannah Grace Irvine-Brooks, spelled A-L-A-N-N-A-H G-R-A-C-E, with Grace being her middle name."

Maria wrote down what Phil said, and recited it back to them. "Alannah Grace Irvine-Brooks. DOB: April 26, 2012 at 5:57 am. Six pounds, two ounces, and nineteen inches long."

"Can I hold her?" Phil asked quietly, his voice blocked from the lump of joy in his throat. "I need to see my baby."

Maria brought over a pink blanket-covered bundle with a pink hat on her pink head. She slowly and carefully handed Alannah over to Phil, who held her close to his chest. Chris squatted behind Phil so they could look at her at the same time. She opened her eyes in between tiny cries. They were a blinding blue color.

"Baby, they're blue," Phil murmured happily. "She has your eyes. Oh, just look how absolutely beautiful she is."

"She gets her beauty from her daddy," Chris stated proudly, holding his finger up to Alannah's tiny pink mouth. She stuck the finger in her tiny mouth and started to suck, hoping to get food, but just getting beaming smiles from her fathers.

"She is so perfect. You're so perfect, Alannah. You're so perfect and you know it!"

Alannah started to fuss. Phil looked over his shoulder at his husband. "Do you want to hold her?"

Chris eagerly held out his hands and carefully took the precious bundle from Phil's arms. He pulled the blanket down from her face a little and bounced her very gently. "Hi, Alannah! You are so cute, aren't you? Oh sweetie, I'm so happy to meet you. I'm your papa."

Chris moved over to Phil's side so he could see what he was doing. Phil smiled at the sight of his husband cooing and staring in awe at their daughter, who was still fussing a tiny bit. He stared with pride at his beautiful little family meeting for the first time.

"Do you think she's hungry?" Chris asked his husband. "What will she eat? You can't give her milk."

"Formula," Sally spoke. She handed over a tiny bottle with some sort of liquid in it. "'Papa', do you want to feed Alannah for the first time?"

Phil watched Chris take the bottle from Sally eagerly and sit down in a chair near Phil. He cradled Alannah in his strong left arm, and held the bottle up to her lips with his right hand. Her fussing stopped when the nipple of the bottle entered her mouth, and she suckled on it hungrily. Phil's heart swelled as he watched Chris feeding their daughter. The two were beaming as they watched her eating, her eyes slowly closing in tiredness. She slowly stopped sucking the bottle and fell asleep against Chris' chest. Phil, absolutely exhausted from all that had happened, found himself falling asleep, too.


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Side-note: Did any of you see Extreme Rules last night? Sweet lawd, seeing Chris' tight ass in those jeans and Punk's cute baggy jeans and their fucking boots... My slash-loving fangirl heart can't take it.