A/N I wasn't going to continue this story at all, but then, after staying awake most of the night and being left to my extremely weird ideas, somehow I came up with this. So instead of it being a oneshot, it's going to be a three chaptered story. Not that anyones reading this, but I thought I might as well make an actual story out of it. There will be one more chapter that I'll post either this Monday or Wednesday, or the week after.
Title: Bad News Barrett.
Chapters 2/3
Pairing(s): Sheamus/Wade.
Warnings: MxM. Slash. Mpreg. Swearing. Slight humor.
Bad News Barrett.
Wade Barrett, also known as Bad News Barrett, was once again in the middle of the ring with a microphone in his right hand. Though instead of looking like his normal self, Wade's stomach looked extremely swollen and his button up shirt was almost ripping as it strained to keep the fabric together. His normally beautiful green eyes were a little blood-shot due to lack of sleep, Wade's complaints on twitter about the baby's future job as a footballer (soccer player) was enough to figure out why. His bread was in perfect shape though, but his skin looked paler than Sheamus' once he got into the ring with some fans cheering him on, and others booing him off with name calling.
Wade glared around the arena, he wasn't a fan of Ireland. Though he pretended he was just to please his older lover Sheamus, whose parents had been less than glad to finally meet the former bare knuckled fighter. However, maybe it was worst because of who else was in the ring with him, and Wade's glare soon turned towards him. The Miz. Literally the only person Wade hated more than his ginger haired lover. What, they had a weird relationship.
"Miz," Wade began in a rough tone, keeping his attention on Mike instead of the crowd. The reason he was in the ring with the Miz was simple; after Wade's short leave from the WWE, they were going to start feuding again which would end up with Wade becoming the number one contender for the World Heavily Weight Championship. Of course Wade would end up losing it to Randy Orton (who'd then lose it to Sheamus) but Wade was just thrilled that he was finally getting this sort of opportunity in the WWE. For a while the Brit had been thinking about jumping ship and going to TNA, but stuck with the WWE - and now it was paying off. "I've got some Bad News! "
Wade roared out, getting a rather loud reaction from the crowd. The Miz rolled his eyes before folding his arms over his chest, waiting for the taller man to continue. However, nothing came. Wade frowned deeply as he felt something clench tightly, like his stomach had twisted awfully. Gritting his teeth in pain, Wade tried to focus on what he had to say next, but he couldn't remember for the life of him what the script had said.
Scratching the top of his head, Wade suddenly winced as the clenching pain shot through out him once again, this time placing his hand against his overly large stomach. "I've, I've g-o-t so-me b-bad n-e-ws..." Wade started again, trying to remember his lines. However, the next thing that came out of his mouth shocked the entire WWE universe, and even the Miz's smug face turned into one of pure terror. "I think I'm in labor!" Wade yelled out in pain, falling forwards into the Miz's arms.
"Shit!" Miz shouted as he fall down with Wade in his arms. "How much do you weigh?! What are you having, ten mini Brits or something?!"
If Wade wasn't breathing so heavily and wasn't in so much pain, he would have slapped Mike in the face. The arena went loud with shouts and other noises, but Wade couldn't hear any of them as he rolled onto his back and looked up at the ceiling. Something wasn't right...the former leader of Nexus wasn't due for two more weeks! Sheamus wasn't even here tonight because Wade had told him over and over again that everything would be fine and he wouldn't suddenly have a baby spring out of him.
"Where the hell's Sheamus?" Miz asked in a panick, crouching down next to Wade.
"With his family...his six miles away..." Wade's green eyes locked with Mike's and the shorter man nodded.
"Okay...okay...okay," the Miz kept repeating the same word as he lifted Wade's back up so the Brit was in a sitting position. "Okay."
"Would you please stop saying 'okay'?!" Both superstars in the ring turned their heads to see JBL getting into the ring. He rushed over to Wade and gently patted his stomach. "It's about time this little guy wanted to come out and meet his new uncle." JBL joked, taking hold of Wade's hand while the Miz held him up in a sitting position.
"As much as I'd love him or her to meet you, JBL," Wade spoke slowly, trying to fight off the pain. "I'm not due for another two weeks, and we're on live TV. I'm sure no one wants to see me give birth..."
After a moment, JBL nodded his head. "Good point."
"Guys," Miz snapped like a cranky mid-wife. "We've gotta get Wade out of the ring and to the hospital. The baby's gotta be cut out, right?"
Wade nodded his head in pain. "But I don't think I can bloody well walk..." Wade groaned out, feeling JBL taking hold of his legs.
"On three." John said after looking down the ramp which lead backstage. No medics were rushing down to help, which ment either they didn't care, or an ambulance (for once) wasn't standing by and had to be called in. He hoped it was for the later reason.
Miz gave a short nod before grabbing Wade under the arms. "One, two - THREE!" They lifted Wade up and went over to the edge of the ring before placing the former bare knuckled fighter on the mat, sliding him under and then picking the Brit up again to take him backstage. All the while The Miz was regretting not going for Wade's legs and letting JBL have the heavy part.
"I swear *pant* that *pant* you're having *pant* seven or eight of 'em!" Miz heaved out before they finally made it backstage. JBL placed Wade's legs down on the ground and then went straight over to a waiting, and rather nervous looking, Vince and Hunter - ignoring the Miz who was struggling to keep Wade up right.
"Where's a stretcher? Or an ambulance? Better yet; both?!" John growled out, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
Vince held up his hands. "We've called for an ambulance, but at this time in Ireland the traffic is dreadful, everyone's heading for the pubs!"
"Did the say how long they'd be?" John asked, glancing back towards Wade who was almost in tears at this point, the Miz not far behind.
"An hour at least." Hunter replied.
"You're joking, right?!" John's eyes widened in shock.
"Afraid not," Vince pipped up again. "There's nothing else we can do, my cars in the car park underground; take it and try to get Wade to a hospital before it's too late."
"Got it." JBL snatched the car keys from Vince and went back over towards Wade and The Miz.
"Where are we going?" Miz asked.
"To the car park, we've gotta take Wade ourselves."
Miz suddenly stopped. "We'll never make it, the underground car parks like two floors below!"
Wade was just about able to whack the Miz on the head. "There's a lift, moron!"
"Really? I took the flight of stairs to get here..." Miz muttered as they slowly took Wade to where the lift was, both the Brit and JBL rolling their eyes at what Mike said - only to stop once the lift opened without them doing anything and they finally noticed Hunter with a first aid kit standing there.
Shuffling Wade into the lift, they all looked at Hunter who got in as well. "What are you doing?" Wade asked.
"Vince has to look after this place, and I've got to make sure all his employers are okay. Including you, Barrett." They all nodded as the doors closed. Wade was placed on the floor with the Miz's chest against his back so he was in an upright position, JBL was holding his hand tightly, muttering soft words and Hunter was clinging to the first aid kit - not really knowing what to do. And Wade himself had his eyes closed and his head resting against Mike's shoulder.
Until suddenly, the lift jolted and stopped.
Wade opened his eyes and looked up, no one wanting to break the silence. "Has the lift just broke down?" Wade asked the question on everyone's mind.
"I don't think so..."JBL said, trying his hardest to reassure Wade.
"Yeah," the Miz said. "We've stopped, but doesn't a red light come on when lifts break down?" As if on cue, the normal lights flickered off and were replaced by red ones.
"Nice going, Miz." Hunter snapped.
"Like it's my fault!" Miz snapped back.
"...Lads..." Wade's voice was small and so quiet JBL barely heard it.
"You just jinxed us!"
"Lads..."
"Blame the pregnant guy here who can't hold a Baby in for another two weeks!"
"LADS!" Wade shouted out, his face twisted into pure terror.
"What?!" Hunter and Miz asked, both rasing an eyebrow.
"I've got some bad news," Wade panted. "I think I'm giving birth."
If the Miz, Hunter and JBL could get any paler, they'd faint...
Review Or Pm. Cheers for reading, and I'm sorry about all the mistakes.
