Disclaimer: I don't own anyone.
Rated: M
Warning(s): Slash, Threesome, Mpreg, Self-Harm, etc.

"Seth... Seth, what happened?" Dean scrambled into the shower stall, not even caring about his fully-clothed state. He was fully soaked by the time he was able to turn off the water. "Seth?" The two-toned wrestler continued to stare at the floor, tears dripping silently down his face. "Seth? C'mon, Seth."

Roman entered behind Dean, bearing a towel. Neither Dean nor Seth knew when he'd left, but it didn't warrant much thought at that moment. Carefully, Roman knelt down, patting Seth's skin dry. "You're shivering, Seth." He said monotonously, his attention never diverting from his task.

"The water was freezing." Dean said, unable to hold back a shiver of his own. "What were you thinking, Seth? You could've gotten seriously sick, or worse." Gently, Dean reached forward, brushing a blond tress behind Seth's ear. "Seth? C'mon, talk to us. We only want to help you. Please."

"I... I lost it..." Seth mumbled, his body trembling with the sheer force of his sobs. Breaking out of Roman's hold, he pulled himself into a tiny ball and cried.

"Seth..." Dean's breathy declaration was all the confirmation Seth needed - they knew exactly what he'd lost.

Dean gently pulled Seth out of his ball and curled him into his arms, wrapping his arms as tightly around the smaller wrestler as he dared. Roman continued patting him dry, and once he finished, he wrapped the towel around Seth's lower body and rose to his feet. Dean followed closely behind, easing Seth onto his back and carrying him bridal-style. Seth buried his face into the crook of Dean's neck, inhaling the scent of Dial soap and 'after-the-rain' scented shampoo. He was still bleeding, but it was significantly slower now. His sobs, however, were as strong as ever. They were so forceful he often forgot to breathe, and would find himself a gasping, choking mess.

There were many questions floating between them, but none that they dared ask. Seth was in an incredibly fragile state of mind, dancing the fine line between sanity and a complete mental breakdown. All he'd ever wanted was a child of his own, and it seemed like the universe continually sought to stand in his way. Four of the five times, he'd lost the baby in a match. The set time in the pregnancy for maternity leave was six months - the furthest he'd ever gotten was four and a half. His third miscarriage, however, had been the hardest to bear for all three of them. Nothing had happened. He'd been laying in bed, and woken up in blood. They'd never figured out why.

Dean was the brave soul to ask the first question. "How long did you know, Seth?"

"T-Three weeks." Seth stuttered, rubbing at his eyes. "I was... I was p-planning on tell-telling you t-tonight."

"Shh... my poor baby." Dean stroked Seth's hair gently, planting firm, yet comforting kisses on his head. Seth leaned into him, squeezing his eyes closed to try and staunch the flow of tears. "It's okay... Shh, I know it hurts... But it's gonna be okay. It always turns out okay, huh? This time won't be any different."

Roman was pulling out a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt for the smaller man. Seth watched, feeling his heart sink further. "He k-kicked me and I lost... I l-lost the b-baby."

"We know. Shh... You don't have to say anything else... Just hush now, baby. Let us take care of you, okay? Let us take care of you." Dean said.

Seth sucked in a deep breath. "I don't... I don't want to try again. I don't... is that wrong?"

Dean raked his fingers through Seth's hair. "No, it's not wrong. We'll be more careful, okay? We'll try anything you want - condoms, birth control, whatever." If Seth didn't want to endure that kind of pain, he'd never be forced to go through it again. "Just tell us what you want, what you need."

"I hate to interrupt this little love-fest here." Roman's grumbling voice interrupted them. Dark brown eyes flickered between his two lovers, before he held up the clothes. "But you can't really head out to the rental naked. Put some clothes on so that we can head back to the hotel."

"Way to be compassionate, Roman." Dean chastised, watching as Roman tossed the clothes at the smaller man.

"You want some random stranger staring at his ass?" There was a dark flash of primal jealousy in Dean's eyes. "That's what I thought."

Seth listened to them bicker as he carefully dressed himself. He was still feeling an uncomfortable pressure in his lower abdomen, but was thankful to see that the flow of blood had almost stopped completely. Truth be told, they hadn't even been trying to get pregnant this time. They'd used condoms, but it was a well-known fact that condoms aren't one-hundred percent effective. There was no real one-hundred percent effective method, except maybe a vasectomy, and he certainly wouldn't ask them to do that. It seemed pointless and almost cruel, especially considering the fact that there was no guarantee that it could be reversed.

Once Seth was dressed, he offered a weak sniffle. "I'm ready to go back to the hotel room."

Dean grabbed the bags, tossing them over his shoulder and heading toward the door. Roman followed close behind, and was the first to notice that Seth was not behind him. He turned back, "What? Do you need an invitation?"

Seth extended his arms, much like a child would to their parent. "Carry me, please? I really don't want to walk."

Roman turned around, walking back over to Seth and picking him up, tossing Seth's body over his shoulder. This wasn't exactly what Seth had in mind when it came to being 'carried', but it wasn't exactly uncomfortable. His arms hung limply over Roman's back and Roman's right arm hooked tight around Seth's legs. Seth set his head between Roman's strong shoulder blades, watching as the muscles in Roman's back rippled beneath his t-shirt. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to be comforted by a scent that was uniquely Roman. Before he even knew what was happening, he'd fallen asleep in Roman's rather awkward embrace...

Seth sat between Roman's legs on their bed, a re-run of General Hospital playing out on the television screen. It had been three hours after the events of the locker room, and after another shower back at the hotel, Seth felt somewhat better. He'd taken two Tylenol, afraid to take anything more, and was now sipping hot herbal tea and making Roman's life a living hell. Every time he started to doze off, Seth would start to sob at some horrible occurrence on the soap opera and Roman would snap awake, holding him tightly and gently shushing him - all the while, wishing to put a bullet through the television screen.

"Roman." Seth sniffled, taking another sip of his tea and having to hold it with both hands for fear of dropping it. "I know that you want to go to sleep. It's three in the morning. Just go to sleep. I'll be fine."

"Can't do that, Seth." Roman immediately shot the idea down. "I promised I'd stay awake with you until six, when Dean gets up. I don't go back on my word."

Seth's dark eyes fell on Dean's sleeping form. His eyes then flickered up to Roman's face, which was pinched with exhaustion. "You're watching to make sure that I don't... hurt myself again, aren't you?"

Roman shook his head immediately, but his eyes told a different story. "I'm staying up to watch the General Hospital re-runs with you."

Seth blinked dumbly. "Even I can tell that that is a load of bull. You hate soap operas." Seth said, more tears threatening to fall. "Please, don't lie to me."

Roman didn't say a word. If he remained silent, he wouldn't have to lie to him. Seth looked at him hopefully, awaiting an answer that he would never receive. Roman sighed, leaning forward and kissing Seth's forehead, before pulling him back to rest against his stomach. This was an incredibly uncomfortable situation for him - he truly wanted to comfort Seth and make him feel better, but that sort of behavior simply wasn't in his nature. Add this to the fact that Seth thought they didn't trust him now, and he felt like a total ass. But he couldn't tell Seth the truth. The truth could be even more destructive than a lie.

Suddenly, Seth turned the television off. "I don't want to watch TV anymore." He said, his voice low and trembling.

"Okay." Roman said slowly, not quite sure what to make of this sudden revelation. "What do you want to do, then?"

Carefully, Seth climbed out from between Roman's legs, placing one hand on his abdomen. It still hurt, even after the Tylenol. "I want to take a walk. You don't..." Seth shrugged meekly, "You don't have to come with, if you don't want to."

"I'll come, I'll come." Roman said, climbing off of the bed as well. "But... you do realize it is three in the morning, right?"

"Like I said, you can stay and sleep. I just need some fresh air."

Seth made it all the way out to the hallway before Roman caught up to him. Feeling a bigger hand interlock with his own, Seth turned around and offered Roman a shaky, watery smile. Such a public display of affection was usually rare from someone like Roman, but these were unique and unusual circumstances. Roman walked them over to the elevator, before hitting the 'down' button. In a matter of seconds, the elevator arrived to take them to the first floor of the hotel. However, no sooner had the door opened than the distinctive screams of an infant hit their ears. Roman braced for the inevitable fall-out.

It got even better when the doors fully opened, revealing a woman with three children who all looked to be under five. Seth let out a choked sob as the screaming baby stared at him - she was all blonde hair and green eyes, and if she hadn't been the child of that woman, she would've been an undeniable mixture of himself and Dean. Seth took a deep breath, squeezing his eyes closed to staunch the flow of tears. Pulling Roman along behind him, they entered the elevator and stood a considerable distance away from the woman and her children. The minute they stepped out of the elevator, the relief became palpable.

As the doors slid closed once more, Seth leaned forward and hit the emergency stop button. The elevator jolted to an uneasy stop, and Roman turned to face his submissive, the look on his face equally uneasy. "Roman?" Roman grunted in response. "If I were to ask you something, would you answer me honestly?"

At this, Roman looked even more uneasy. Nevertheless, he nodded. "I don't lie, Seth."

"Would you still love me... even if I'm broken?" Seth asked weakly. His whole body was trembling, and he had to forcibly restrain himself from crying. "I don't know why I can't carry to term... did I do something wrong? Is it my fault?" He'd lost that battle, and the tears were falling now. "Even if I can't have kids, would you still love me?"

"You didn't do anything wrong, Seth. None of this is your fault. And the way that Dean and I feel about you doesn't depend on whether or not you can have kids."

"I w-want a baby." Seth cried.

Roman backed him against the wall of the elevator, pressing their foreheads together gently. "I know that you do, baby. But I also know that you said you didn't want to try again. While I don't think you should just give up entirely, it can't hurt to take a break and let your body heal."

"I'm broken, Roman." Even as he said this, Roman vehemently denied the fact that he was 'broken'. "I just want someone to show me that I'm still worth something."

"I keep telling you that you're not broken, but you won't listen to me. I have a feeling I know what you want me to show you, and I can't do that, because I'll hurt you."

"The only thing that is hurting me right now is you." Seth sniffled, yanking his hand out of Roman's.

Roman blinked, surprise etched onto his features. A rush of pain flashed through his body at the very idea of hurting Seth, mentally or physically. Roman took a step closer, trying to bridge the sudden gap between them, when he noticed Seth cowering from him. Seth just knew him too well. He knew every little intricacy about him, every little way to make him break down. Because, even if Roman was the muscle of the group, that didn't make him invincible. When it came to Seth, in fact, he was incredibly vulnerable - he just didn't know how to show it. Which was why he found himself leaning in, pinning Seth to the elevator wall, and kissing him for all he was worth.

A/N: As stated in the summary, this is the story of Kelly, the daughter of Roman and Seth of the Shield. This story was created by popular demand. I'm excited to hear your feedback on it, and you can look forward to a new chapter ASAP.