John opened his mouth but no sound came out. He was also too scared of Triple H and didn't move. Triple H just calmly got out a cigarette pack and took one out. He got a lighter out, lit the cigarette and smoked it, puffing smoke away from John.
"So," he finally said to John. "You're pregrant again, huh? Randy would be happy to hear this as he wanted to have kids for a long time."
John stayed quiet as Triple H moved closer to him and he carressed John's shoulder. John reacted quickly by slapping Triple H's hand away and he laughed evilly.
"Oh, I love it when you fight back, John," Triple H notices the bruise on John's face and frowned. "Who did that to you?"
John couldn't hold it in anymore and he bursted into tears. "He did it," John sobbed. "It was that bastard Matt Hardy!"
"Matt Hardy?" Triple H's eyes widened in fear. "He's suppose to be in that mental hospital. How can he be here? Oh, god! I have to call the police!"
"Don't!" John grabbed Triple H's shirt and Triple H stared at him. "He's long gone. It's not worth it. They won't find him."
"Have you told Randy?" Triple H asked.
John shook his head. "I can't tell him," he whispered. "I didn't want him to worry about me. He said to stay away from Randy or he would kill me," John said. "I know Matt Hardy personally and I knew that he was dead serious. What should I do, Hunter?"
Triple H raised an eyebrow. "Hunter?" He remembered that John never called him that before. "Anyway, I think you should tell- Woah!"
John started to sob into Triple H's shirt and made him drop his cigarette. Triple H was surprised to see the normally strong John Cena like this, but he was pregrant so Triple H didn't let that bother him. Triple H felt awdkard and hugged John slowly and said, "Um, are you alright?"
"What the hell?" a voie yelled in anger.
"Oh, crap..." Triple H sighed when he realized who it was and he let go of John. "Hey, Randy."
"Don't 'hey' me!" Randy was furious as he moved towards them with his fists clenched. "Why the hell were YOU hugging my boyfriend, Triple H? Stay away from him!"
"But, Randy..." John started to speak but Randy cut him off.
"No, John!" He said, still mad. "Don't fall for any of his tricks! He'll just hurt you again like before!"
"Randy, stop," Triple H said calmly. "Calm down and listen to-"
"No, shut up!" Randy's bad temper was rising to its boiling point. "Don't tell me to calm down! I hate you and-"
"I'm pregrant, Randy..."
Randy stopped shouting and turned towards Joh, his eyes showed confusion. "W-What?" he stuttered. "Y-You're pregrant?"
"Yeah, I'm..." Triple H slowly moved away from them. "I think Shawn needs me. So... see ya!"
Triple H rushed off and the two guys were left in silence. Randy bit his lip in uncertianty and John was wiping his tears away.
"John..." Randy cleared his throat. "I... um..."
"I'm sorry, Randy," John's lip quivered a little. "I should have told you before I told Dave first."
Randy looked puzzled. "Dave?" He thought for a second. "Oh, you mean Batista! That's fine, John! But are you only having one child?"
John shook his head. "No," He smiled. "We're having triplets."
Randy gasped in amazement, hugged John and touched John's stomach smoothly. "So we're going to have little Ortons and Cenas wandering around soon, huh?" He was so happy that he kissed John's neck several times. "So how long until we have our little babies around?"
"Seven weeks," John replied. "Dr. Rosa told me."
Randy grinned. "Dr. Rosa never lies," He nodded at his precious John. "She is the best doctor to ask. So do you want to go home yet, Johnny-boy?"
"I don't know..." John looked thoughtful. "I want to say goodbye to Shawn before we leave..."
But as they started to walk back into Klub Katz, they heard a gunshot inside and people ran out screaming.
Randy and John pushed their way inside and held their breath at what they have seen...
Triple H was in a pool of his blood on the floor. He was shot in the chest and Shawn was crying for help...
