Title: Hermosa

Rated: M (Mature)

Genre(s): Romance/Hurt/Comfort

Pair(s): Alberto Del Rio/Ricardo Rodriguez

Summary: Ricardo is sure that Alberto will be the next World Champion. That's not the problem. The problem is, after Alberto becomes champion, what happens to Ricardo?

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone.

Warning: Slash, Mpreg, etc.

Part: 4/? – Hard Time

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"Mr. Del Rio, your blood alcohol level is at .25. You have tested negative for illegal substances." The officer informed him. Alberto rolled his eyes. "However, you will be booked and sent to the jail. You will be released tomorrow."

"What?" Alberto's chocolate eyes widened with disbelief. "I am a man, not an animal! I do not need to be locked behind steel bars!" The officer reached out for him to try and calm him down. "Don't touch me, creature!"

"I am only trying to act in your best interest, Mr. Del Rio. Please, just calm down and we will sort all of this out. All you have to do is do the time and serve out your time in anger management…"

"Anger management?" Alberto asked, outraged. He couldn't believe this. He didn't have anger issues.

"Mr. Del Rio – please, calm down. I don't want to have to use force." The officer said.

"How dare you? I am a Mexican aristocrat, almost royalty. You, creature, are beneath me." Alberto spat.

The officer rolled his eyes and turned Alberto around, before he secured the handcuffs around the man's wrists and started to lead him back to the cells. He had to deal with loonies all the time, so he wasn't all too shocked by Alberto's character. However, the whole 'Mexican aristocrat' bid was new. He would have to remember that when he went out to the bar with his friends after work. He was sure that they would be amused by it.

He unlocked one of the cells and threw Alberto inside rather unceremoniously. The aristocrat stumbled and, before he could recover, the officer had unlocked the handcuffs that were around his wrists and locked the door to the cell firmly. There was no chance that Alberto would escape his confinement. Alberto heard a low hiss from the cell across the way and looked to find another inmate's dead, black eyes focused in on him. It unsettled him.

"I'll be back for you tomorrow. Try not to piss off the other inmates. They aren't known to play nice." The officer said in all seriousness. A man that beat his lover wouldn't last five minutes alone in jail.

"Wait!" Alberto called out. He was frantic now. "Don't I have a phone call?"

The officer's eyes widened in disbelief. "You'll only be here one night. You don't even have any charges against you. Think of this as a cool-down period. And then, you have to report to anger management."

"And if I don't?" Alberto raised one dark eyebrow. "What if I don't show up to this anger management course? It's not like you can force me to attend."

"Actually, we can. You've been ordered by the state to attend the class or you will spend a period of up to five months behind bars for domestic violence and assault and battery." The officer explained.

"And I don't have a phone call?" Alberto asked. It would seem as if justice had failed him.

"No." The officer confirmed.

The officer walked away without another word. Alberto frowned and fell back against the wall. He didn't understand what had caused this. What had he done to deserve to be treated like an animal? He wasn't an animal, he was a man. A Mexican aristocrat, no less. And if he only had that phone call, he could call his father and all of this would be sorted out in no time. But that wasn't likely to happen any time soon.

So, Alberto wandered over to the hard, metal bunk bed in the corner of the room. It stood next to a small urinal and a shoddy sink that looked like it was about to fall off of the wall. How was anyone expected to live like this? Alberto shook his head as he climbed onto the bed and tried to make himself comfortable. Once the thin blanket was over him, he fell into a restless sleep…

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Ricardo looked into the mirror. It had only been a few days since he had learned about the baby, but his abdomen had already stretched a little bit more. His shirts had become more than a little tight in the middle and he had been forced to buy them one size larger to try and hide the abnormal bulge. It was no secret that Ricardo had minor issues with his weight. It had fluctuated a bit over the years. But this… this was drastic.

"I don't know what I want to name you, baby. I don't think that you'll want to be called baby forever." Ricardo chuckled humorlessly at his own joke. "And Alberto won't be of any assistance in the matter…"

Now that Ricardo actually thought about it, he found it odd that he hadn't heard from Alberto yet. It was about 12:00 PM and the Mexican still hadn't been released from the jail cell that they had kept him in overnight. Ricardo had actually come to regret that decision. Alberto had said many times before that he wasn't an animal. Only animals such as Cena and Sheamus deserved to be in cells.

Ricardo dressed himself slowly. First, he selected a white undershirt that hugged tightly to his body. And then, he went for a more eclectic blue button-down that seemed to shimmer in the fluorescent light of the bathroom. He tucked this into some back dressy slacks with a dark black leather belt that matched. It was too hot for a suit jacket, so he left that in his suitcase. Hell, it was too hot for the button-down shirt, but he had to look professional.

That's when the call came, "Hello?"

"Ricardo, this is Alberto. This… this menace to society has finally released me and I wish for you to bring the car so that I may return to the hotel in comfort. And this is your only warning. If I find so much as a scratch -,"

"I understand, El Patron. I am truly sorry that you had to endure this trauma." It would seem that Alberto had not learned from his little stint in the jail. "I will arrive with the car shortly. Adios, El Patron."

Ricardo was about to end the call when Alberto said, "Oh, and Ricardo?"

Ricardo swallowed hard. He knew that voice. It was the same voice that Alberto had used before he struck Ricardo earlier. "What can I do for you, El Patron?"

"I do believe that we need to have some one-on-one time. I shall take you back to my hotel room and we will have a… talk. I will teach you the true meaning of assault and battery, mi amigo." Alberto threatened.

"Alberto…" Ricardo choked out. For the first time since he could remember, he forgot his official title.

"Bring the car." And then, the line went dead.

A tremor of fear shot down Ricardo's spine and he realized that Alberto had learned nothing from his time in jail. In fact, Ricardo was almost positive that the stint behind bars had made the Mexican aristocrat even bitterer than before. As fast as he could, he took the keys to the car and his sunglasses and raced downstairs. He didn't even wait for the elevator. He was too afraid of what Alberto would do if he made him wait.

But it was only after he made it downstairs and into the parking lot around back of the hotel that he saw it. A tow truck had come in. Thankfully, it wasn't for Alberto's car. It was for the car beside it. But when it started to lift the car onto the bed of the tow truck, the cars were parked too close together and it left a long, silver streak on Alberto's car. Ricardo's heart leapt into his chest and he worried that he might faint.

"Excuse me! Excuse me!" He hated to sound like Vickie, but this was an emergency situation. "Sir? Do you see what you've just done to my car? It's ruined because you were careless."

The tow-truck driver rolled down his window and inspected the damage. "I don't see what the issue is there, kid. Don't worry about it too much." He said, before he lowered the rim of his hat to Ricardo. "Good day, kid."

"No, wait! I can't take the car to my boss like this!" Ricardo called out, but it was already too late. The tow-truck driver had driven off into the afternoon.

"Great." Ricardo turned back to the car, totally crest-fallen. "What am I supposed to do now? Alberto will kill me for sure!" He exclaimed sadly. He put a hand on his stomach and leaned back on the car. He needed a game plan.

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