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Disclaimer: I think it's well-known that I don't own Chris or Phil (or Chris Jericho/CM Punk), but I do own Alannah.
Warning: AU, possible OOC, mpreg, slash
Rated: M (for language, themes, and m/m sex)
A baby starting to cry filled Phil's ears. Phil, a self-described insomniac, looked up at the time briefly. 4:23 am. He groaned and rolled out of bed again. Chris remained snuggled up soundly while he trudged across the room to Alannah's crib. She had eaten two hours ago and she was hungry again. Kicking legs and sucking noises coming from her mouth alerted Phil to her needs.
"Shh, baby girl, it's okay. Daddy's going to go mix up some formula for you, okay?"
With only three weeks of being a father, Phil was adjusting quite well, as was Chris. Phil turned away from the crying baby briefly to mix a bottle for her. He tested the temperature on his wrist to make sure the water he used wasn't too cold. Phil lifted Alannah out of her crib gently and took a few steps towards the rocking chair, which he sat in. Alannah stopped crying and fussing when the nipple hit her lips, and she sucked on the bottle hungrily.
"Is that better, sweetie?" Phil murmured while wiping away his daughter's tears and kissing her forehead. "You don't have to cry anymore, baby-doll. Daddy's got you; he always will. Okay? I love you, Alannah."
Phil watched Alannah swallow down 2 ounces of formula before drifting back into a sleeping state. Phil held her up a little and burped her. A short, thin stream of formula came right back up, but otherwise she kept the rest down. He watched her chest rise and fall in a peaceful pattern. The pink onesie she was wearing had a few stains on it from drool, but otherwise she looked absolutely flawless. She always did.
Phil held his daughter and rocked her silently for a few minutes. He always did this to make sure she was asleep again. Once he was sure, he got up and quietly laid her on her back again. She didn't stir, so Phil backed up quietly and climbed back into bed. He didn't really mind getting up every other hour to feed his daughter. He barely slept, anyway. That's why he more often than not got up during the night, rather than Chris. He slept like a baby; a baby that wasn't hungry, rather.
Phil climbed under the covers and cuddled up to Chris. He was finally ready to go to sleep for a few brief hours. Chris took the initiative in his sleep to start spooning his lover. Phil felt completely comfortable being hugged by his husband, and he fell asleep easier than usual.
It seemed like Phil had just blinked when he heard crying again. His sleepy eyes fixed on the clock to see it was 6:02 am.
"Alannah, baby, what is it?" He murmured tiredly, rolling out of bed and checking on his daughter. Her bottom lip in a pout, she cried and moved her arms. Phil lifted her out of the bed and held her in his arms.
"Are you hungry, Alannah?"
Phil grabbed the half-eaten bottle she had earlier and ran it under warm water. The smell of the formula must have become a familiar scent to her, since she impatiently bucked her legs. Phil couldn't help but smile as he poked the bottle against her screaming lips. Silence followed once she had the nipple in her mouth and she ate 3 ounces hungrily. Pale sunlight had started to creep into the dark bedroom, and Phil saw Alannah look into his eyes and give a big smile. His heart melted with love at her gesture. He burped her and cleaned up the small amount of spit-up she produced.
After holding her for a few moments, she started to fuss again. Phil picked up the bottle and held it to her lips, but she moved her head away and fussed louder. Phil brought her over to the changing station and put her on her back. He started to unsnap the onesie and open up her diaper. A little mixture of urine and poop sat waiting for him. Alannah stopped fussing when the mess was off of her skin. Phil pulled the soiled diaper out from her bottom and wiped her front to back. He shook some baby powder onto a clean diaper and lifted her hips to get the diaper underneath her. She kicked her legs with a smile on her face as he finished fixing her diaper and snapping the onesie back on. Phil brought his daughter into his arms again and held his index finger on her tiny palm. Her fingers reflexively curled around the finger, and she didn't let go. Phil didn't try to stop her, either.
Phil must have dozed off in the rocker because Chris' giggling woke him up. Phil first glanced at the clock, 8:48 am, and then at his husband. He held his iPhone up and took several more pictures of Phil and Alannah, both starting to stir from his laughter.
"Baby, you look so cute in long pajamas," Phil murmured to his husband, who wore long, fleece bottoms and no shirt. Alannah saw her papa and her eyes lit with joy. Chris leaned forward and put his hands on his knees, and his mouth popped open in a huge smile.
"Hi, baby girl! How are you this morning, Alannah? You haven't seen Papa in quite a few hours, have you? Come here, baby girl, and let me give you some kissy kisses."
Chris shuffled over to his husband and gave him a tender kiss before taking Alannah from his arms. "You're such a cute baby, aren't you, huh? Do you love me, baby? I love you so much Alannah!"
Phil watched with pride as his husband and daughter stared at each other and smiled. Chris gently put her on her back on their bed and walked over to his tired husband.
"I miss you," Chris murmured into Phil's ear. Phil pecked his lips and smiled.
"I'm right here, numbnuts," Phil teased. Chris stood back up again and Phil's eyes lined up with a huge tent in Chris' pajamas. "Uh, baby? You got something in your pants."
Chris' eyes filled with lust and need. "Baby, I haven't been intimate with you in at least three months. I need you!"
"You know what the doctor said, Chris, no sex for eight weeks."
"But I need you!" he whined, pouting. "I'm gonna have to marry my right hand if this keeps up much longer."
Phil was about to reach for the waist of Chris' pants when Alannah let out a slight noise. "Chris, we can't do this with our daughter in here! That's just wrong."
"She doesn't know what's happening," Chris pleaded, practically climbing onto Phil's lap. "Please, while she's content, baby, please?"
Phil couldn't argue with his husband much longer. He grabbed the waist of the pajamas and slid them to Chris' ankles in one quick motion. Chris' erection popped upwards after suddenly being released from the thin confine that held it back. Phil ran his palm over the length of it and Chris let out a desperate moan.
"Please, baby, oh god, pl-please," Chris moaned loudly. "Y-you gotta go faster th-than that."
Phil rubbed his lip ring over the slit. Chris shivered with pleasure as the cold metal touched his warm head. A small amount of thick pre-cum coated the head of his cock, and Phil hungrily licked it up before filling his small mouth with Chris' huge member. Chris gasped in shock at the hot, wet tightness that was Phil's mouth. He set a slow but steady pace of working his husband's cock in his mouth. He grasped his hips to get deeper. Phil slid his mouth all the way off, and then immediately deep-throated the older man.
"For fuck's sakes!" Chris nearly screamed. "Please, baby, just fuck me!"
Phil kept his husband's dick at the back of his throat. He looked up into Chris' baby blues with watery emerald eyes. This was all it took to send his husband over the edge.
"Mm, baby, ah, babe, I'm co- I'm coming, shit."
Phil steadied Chris' cock at the opening of his mouth and let him shoot his seed into his mouth. It tasted sweet, and he showed Chris the mouthful he collected before swallowing it all with a smile. Chris wiped sweat from his brow and kissed his husband's sticky lips.
"Baby," he panted, breathless. "Baby, I missed that. I missed that so much."
Alannah had drifted back to sleep amidst the noise the two men were making. Chris pulled his pants back up, and started to grope his husband through his own pajama pants. Phil bit his lip hard and tasted blood as Chris toyed with his erection.
"Shit, I haven't even gotten hard in about five months," Phil panted, thick saliva coating his mouth. "Baby, please, before Alannah wakes up…"
Chris opened the fly of Phil's pajama pants and pulled his dick out. It stood straight up, the tip already glistening with his own pre-cum. Phil yelped when Chris wrapped his plump with arousal lips around the sensitive tip. He gave it a tiny bite, and Phil felt a shiver go up his spine. He moaned with pure lust as Chris took him in deeper… and deeper…
"Baby, baby, please," Phil breathed out. "Go as hard and as fa-fast as you can, right now."
Chris obeyed his horny husband and he jabbed the back of his throat with every thrust. The sound of Chris gagging on his dick sent him straight to his orgasm.
"I'm coming, Chris, I'm coming right now," Phil purred through clenched teeth. A smile sat on his face while cum shot out of his dick and onto Chris' face messily. Chris picked it up with his finger and licked it all up. They kissed again with equally sticky lips. Phil shrugged his dick back into his pants before he stood up and held his husband close to his bare chest.
"I love you so much baby. Thank you," Phil murmured lovingly, giving Chris another kiss. Chris returned the gesture and the words he spoke.
Alannah let out a grunt. The two men got up and hovered above their daughter. She had her thumb in her mouth and a scrunched up face.
"Is she pooping?" Chris asked, looking at Phil out of the corner of his eye. Phil nodded once.
"I'm just surprised she isn't hungry again."
They watched Alannah until her face went back to normal and she took her thumb out of her mouth. She started to hit her lips together and kick her legs slightly.
"I'll feed her," Chris said, picking her up and cradling her gently. Phil watched his husband make a bottle with one hand and start to feed Alannah. She sucked on the bottle vigorously until she had 2 ounces down.
"Baby, how often do I burp her?" Chris asked, looking over at Phil.
"Every two ounces is how often I do it. If she eats less or more than that, I burp her when she's full."
Chris took the bottle out of Alannah's mouth and set it aside while he burped her. She released a huge one, followed by a generous amount of spit-up.
"Alannah, baby, that's what happens when you eat too fast," Chris informed the baby with a smile. She opened her mouth expectantly as Chris slowly brought it to her eager lips. She started to eat again, but this time much slower.
"I have to change the dressings on my wound," Phil told his husband. "Do you mind watching her while I do that?"
"Baby," Chris whined slightly. "She's my daughter, too. If I have any questions I'll ask you, but I'm totally fine alone with her."
"I know," Phil sighed. "I just worry about her. I obsess over her wellbeing. When my mom came after she was born, I chastised her the entire time she was holding her."
"You worry too much about Alannah and me, baby," Chris smirked. "Your two most precious people will be fine together."
Phil finally gave a reassured smile before heading off to the bathroom.
Hope you enjoyed this chapter! I thought adding some sex would be to your tastes ;) Please review! And please vote in my poll on my page, too. It benefits you guys with a new story featuring a different pairing that you choose!
Centon4Eva: Thank you! And I know the feeling. I stopped watching it about two years ago, and I'm finally getting back into it.
LovelyBlasian: :c No! Jeri, don't leave, baby... You need to stay to love Philly... I HOPE they fight at Over the Limit! It would make more sense than having Punk fight Bryan, since Punk and Jeri have a feud and Sheamus and Bryan have a feud going. I need more Jeripunk live action! Bahaha.