Chapter Seven – Daddy

The following Friday afternoon, Shawn stood before Daddy's makeshift office, his palms sweaty, his heart throbbing in his chest. He knew he should try to calm down, the nervousness was certainly not good for his baby. He was so scared about telling Daddy. Even though he wasn't completely sure Daddy had been the one to make him with child, he'd counted back to the time he'd conceived, and that week he'd been only with Daddy, they'd been in Europe, traveling partners, and he'd pounded his boy's sweet, tanned ass every night after the shows were over. One night, he hadn't even waited to get back to the hotel room, and fucked him in the janitor's closet like the "cheap slut boy" he was. He did not like it when Daddy called him a slut, and anger at that memory gave him the balls to knock on that door with the paper sign taped to it.

Pat Patterson opened the door, and smiled warmly at Shawn before taking a non verbal cue from his friend to leave. Shawn stood before Daddy's desk meekly, looking down at the two empty chairs before it, and waited for Daddy to tell him to sit. He hoped he'd do it soon, he'd begun to feel a little lightheaded.

Instead: "You didn't call."

Shawn shook his head. "Daddy, I couldn't."

"Your doctor Wakefield faxed over a letter that puts you out of work until further notice. What's this about, my sweet boy?"

Shawn could hear the concern and worry in Daddy's voice, and instantly felt bad, he never wanted to give Daddy a reason to worry. Now was the time to tell him, but he couldn't find the right words.

Daddy patted his lap. "Come here, my sweet. Tell Daddy what's wrong."

Obediently, Shawn sat in Daddy's lap, and Daddy pulled him close, so his head was on Daddy's broad, sport-coated shoulder. Daddy stroked his pretty blonde hair soothingly, and automatically, the tears came. No sobbing, but the tears kept dripping steadily down the younger man's tanned face, and he sniffled while his boss/Daddy continued to stroke and pet him. "Now, now, Shawn. I can't make it better unless you tell me what's going on." He handed his boy a silk handkerchief from an inner pocket in his coat and Shawn sat up and wiped the tears away.

He took a deep breath. "Something... Something wonderful has happened." Speaking those words made him begin crying anew, and he felt Daddy tense with impatience. "I'm... I'm...going to have a baby."

"That is wonderful news, my sweet, even though I take it this was not planned."

Shawn shook his head. "No, it wasn't planned, but once I found out-"

"Your whole outlook changed," Daddy finished, and began to pet him. "I still remember when Linda and I found out she was pregnant with Shane. I understand you're wanting to be by this girl's side, whoever she is, through the entire thing, Shawn, but you have obligations to my company, as well, and to me. Now, when is the baby due?"

"June 11th," Shawn replied, and opened his mouth to say more, but Daddy just pulled out a calendar and began flipping through it.

"We can give you a little time off around then, so you can be there for the birth, but as of now, you've already been advertised for-"

Shawn tugged urgently at Daddy's sleeve, it was one of the only things he could think of to do. "Daddy...I...I can't be in the ring at all. I can't travel. I'm the mother, not the father." Automatically, his hands went to his washboard abs. "I'm pregnant."

Daddy laughed. "Sweet boy, you've pulled some shit to get out of working before, but this is too much," he chastised. Then, his brown eyes narrowed sternly. "What's the real story, Shawn?"

"That is the real story, Daddy. There's a baby growing inside me."

Daddy shoved Shawn to the floor and stood up. "Shawn, I insist you stop this foolishness immediately-"

"It's not foolishness!" Shawn wailed, his composure beginning to become unglued and fresh tears clouded his vision. "I'm pregnant!"

"That's not possible. I'm not stupid, boy," Daddy said coldly. "Get up off the floor and tell me what it really is, now, Shawn."

"I'm inter-sexed. I have female parts inside me. I didn't think I could get pregnant, and wasn't planning on getting pregnant, but it happened, because I'm pregnant." He pulled out his wallet, and handed his boss and Daddy the ultrasound picture. "Look," he said, and pointed. "Look, there's my name, the doctor's name, the date, and the baby."

Daddy shook his head, still in denial and disbelief as he looked closely at the picture, front and back. He handed it back to Shawn. "Well, if all this is true, and I'm not yet sure that it is, did you get yourself pregnant?"

"No, I think you did." Shawn replied, and he wanted to burst out laughing for some reason he couldn't explain. But, he controlled the urge. He could see that Daddy was getting pissed, really pissed. "I'm not lying, Daddy, I swear. I'm almost nine weeks along, I conceived while we were in Europe. I've known I was inter-sexed since I was twelve. The doctor who diagnosed me said it was highly unlikely I'd get pregnant, because no one like me had ever before. But, I'm the first. Because I'm the first, and I want to have my baby, my doctor says I should take it very easy."

"Dr. Wakefield," Daddy said, and looked at the fax he'd placed on the desk earlier, anticipating the boy's arrival.

"Yes. He's the best obstetrician in Texas, and one of the best in the country. I see him every two weeks, at my next appointment, I might get to hear the heartbeat. I'm going to have another ultrasound, too."

Daddy didn't respond, he just kept staring at the piece of paper on his desk.

"I'll start training as soon as I'm allowed to after the baby's born, I should be back in time to start building a feud for SummerSlam-"

"Shawn, get out of here." Daddy ordered.

"But what-"

"Shut up and go, now, Shawn. I don't want to hit you, just in case this whole thing isn't a sack of crap. Get the fuck out of here." Daddy's face was very red, his voice tight, and Shawn obeyed the order.