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Rated: M
Warning(s): Slash, Storyline Fanfic, Past Mpreg, etc.

Daniel called in later that day and told Hunter that he was taking off for the rest of the week - he'd be lying if he said that he wasn't grinning like the Joker as he listened to Hunter practically explode on the other end of the line. Maybe Phil had been rubbing off on him more than he'd realized… not that that was a bad thing. He'd called out because he realized that he needed to spend more time with his fiance. Phil's insecurities were likely stemming from how much time he spent on his own, and the things Daniel had promised him that simply weren't getting done. But not anymore. They'd be flying home that afternoon, and then they'd be going to their local Home Depot to pick up the paint that they'd selected for the baby's nursery. After that, Daniel would fulfill his promise of painting that nursery until Phil was one-hundred percent satisfied with the result.

Phil was slowly loading up the suitcases once again, but Daniel scooped him up off of his feet and placed him gingery down onto the bed. Phil let out a little squeak of protest, but Daniel kissed his nose, silencing him. "You just sit there and rest. Let me take care of everything."

Phil crossed his arms over his chest, looking at his fiance defiantly. "I'm fully capable of putting some clothes into a suitcase, you know." He almost looked petulant. It was totally adorable.

"Yes, well, this vacation is supposed to be rest, relaxation, and recovery. We're gonna rebuild our relationship by you sitting back and drinking ice tea while you work me like a pack-horse for the next four days."

"As much as that idea appeals to me," here, he smiled darkly, "are you sure that your body can take it? You got beat up pretty bad."

Daniel laughed, flexing his bicep playfully. "You kidding? I'm fucking invincible!"

Phil leaned forward, gracing Daniel's lips with a gentle kiss. His lip ring felt cool on Daniel's hot skin. Pulling away, he smiled softly, "Have I told you lately that I love you?"

"Only about thirty-thousand and one times last night." But he smiled, "But it never hurts to hear it again."

The raven slapped him gently on the arm. "Don't get used to it. Once the pregnancy hormones are out -,"

"You're gonna go back to being the broody, petulant, unpredictable Punk." He was eagerly awaiting that day, when he didn't have to live in fear of one nasty mood swing really ending everything. "Let me just drink in every moment, then."

Suddenly, Phil smirked. It was that devilish smirk that sometimes came over him when a wickedly sexy idea drifted into his brain, and Daniel could only remain perfectly still as Phil leaned forward, his lips just a whisper over Daniel's this time. Daniel's breath hitched in his throat as his hands sought out Phil's hips, settling in the groove between his ribs and hips. Phil's hand slowly worked down and grasped the front of Daniel's pants, cupping his budding erection firmly in his hand. Drawing back slowly, he tugged sharply on the still-covered organ, eliciting a gorgeous moan from just-parted lips. Then, he quickly undid the button and pulled the zip down, sliding his hand in beneath a layer of khaki and cotton. Sliding his short thumbnail over the slit, he slowly worked his closed fist back down over the hot, pulsing organ, bringing him to full hardness.

Daniel had to brace his knees against the bed as Phil leaned forward again, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth and gently worrying the sensitive skin. Gathering some pre-cum from the tip, he spread it over the length of the organ, making his strokes less abrasive. He worked quickly, twisting over the sensitive shaft, before bringing his hand, like a cup, over the fat, mushroom head. At this point, Daniel had taken over control of the kiss. He laved his tongue over the sensitive contours of Phil's mouth, claiming every inch of it for his own. Then, pulling back slightly, he bit down on the section of lip which housed Phil's lip ring, slowly rolling it around between his teeth. One particularly sharp tug later and he was gone, moaning into his fiance's mouth as Phil milked him of every last drop. The punk drew back, licking what he could from his hand.

"I'll be back in a second." Phil announced, before carefully sliding off of the bed. "Think that you can manage to hold yourself together while I'm gone?"

Daniel rolled his eyes, but didn't say a word, as he was a little rickety on his feet. "I think I'll manage."

Phil disappeared into the en-suite bathroom, before returning seconds later with a warm washcloth. He smirked, motioning to the precarious way he was hanging out of his khakis. "I wouldn't want you to make a mess of your shorts. Especially after we just packed up all the rest."

Now, it was Daniel's turn to smirk. "I don't know what I'm gonna do when this Phil goes packing."

Phil was merely shaking his head, carefully lowering Daniel's khakis and boxers. He then started to slowly work the washcloth over the sensitive skin, cleaning up their mess. "I don't know. I guess you'll have to shower."

"Any chance that you'll be joining me in that shower?" Daniel asked.

The raven raised an eyebrow, before swatting his ass with the washcloth. "You've got a dirty mind, love." Tossing the washcloth aside, he helped him to re-dress. "But maybe… that is, if you're good."

"Then I'll just have to be on my best behavior, won't I?" The wannabe WWE World Heavyweight Champion teased.

They finished packing the suitcases together. Daniel then agreed to take them down to the hotel lobby while Phil finished straightening up the last of their room and left a tip for the maid. Because, really, with Phil's increased sex drive - not to mention his rocky and emotional pregnancy - she had totally earned the twenty-five dollars that they'd be leaving on the coffee table. When Phil came down about twenty minutes later, dressed in a comfortably oversized white t-shirt and black basketball shorts, Daniel drew him in for a short peck on the temple. Phil batted him away gently, but it was clear to both of them that he actually did enjoy the attention. After checking out at the main desk, they went out to the rental car, Daniel holding the door for Phil and helping him inside. And just like that, they were headed home.

The live shows were always incredibly stressful for Hunter. They were a totally different animal than RAW, SmackDown, and Main Event. Sure, the basics were still the same, but the feel of the crowd was different, the energy was different, and, if he were to be totally honest, a lot of the matches were different as well. They were still big ticket matches, but it was easy enough to predict that the title wasn't apt to change hands in a non-televised event. It was also where some superstars made stupid, rookie mistakes, thinking that they'd get away with it because it wasn't televised. If he were to be totally honest, the live shows were ticking time bombs - real life examples of Murphy's Law. Whatever can go wrong, will go wrong. And with the day that he's had… things were bound to go from bad to worse.

"Lily!" Hunter couldn't run with Madison strapped to his chest, and the little girl damn-well knew it. She'd been acting off all day, and he still wasn't over her little outburst from this morning. "Lily-Ana Calaway, get back here!"

Lily turned back to face him, sticking her tongue out in a show of childish defiance. Then, "I hate you! Go away!" Then, she took off running again.

"Lily, please," not for the first time, he was glad that the backstage area was mostly abandoned. "Now isn't the time or the place! If you just calm down and stay in the office with your sister, we can talk about this when we get back to the hotel!"

"I don't want you! I want Daddy!" Lily was screaming so hard, so loud, that her little face was turning beet red. "I hate Mommy! Go away!" Who knew that little legs could move so fast?

At that precise moment, Madison started to cry. Hunter stilled, bouncing her as best as he could in the carrier. "Lily, please, just come back and sit down!" Hunter was on the verge of crying himself.

"Where's Daddy? I want Daddy!" That seemed to be the only phrase that she knew how to say.

Hunter collapsed into the nearest chair, exhausted and heartbroken. His daughter hated him, his husband didn't want him, and now, he was running around like a chicken with it's head cut off, trying to fix a family that was just so damn determined to remain broken. His infant daughter was wailing, flailing around as much as her tiny carrier would allow, and he hadn't the slightest about how to comfort her. She wasn't hungry or wet, he'd tried bouncing her, rocking her, soothing her… nothing. Maybe she, just like her sister, was tired of him. Maybe they really were better off with Mark. Pulling Madison out of her little carrier, he sat her on his knee and started into her teary blue eyes. He hoped that he was imagining the utter resentment that he saw reflected there. And then, as if to drive the final nail in the coffin, he heard laughter around the corner.

"Looking for someone?" Hunter turned to find Randy, with Lily seated comfortably on his shoulders. Lily was laughing and smiling, tear stains drying on her chubby little cheeks.

"No…" Lily whined, digging her tiny heels into Randy's chest. He winced, pretending to be wounded, and the melodramatic nature of it caused Lily to laugh again.

"Where did you find her?" Hunter had to ask.

"She was by the guerilla." Randy answered nonchalantly. "She looked kinda sad, so I asked her if she wanted to get some ice cream in catering." Lily happily produced her thick, creamy vanilla ice-cream cone, complete with lots and lots of rainbow sprinkles. "After that, I figured you'd be looking for her, so… here we are."

Madison had, oddly enough, suddenly fallen silent. "Yeah… we might have had a little disagreement and she took off like a rocket." Hunter shook his head. "I couldn't go after her 'cause I had Maddy in the carrier."

Randy tilted his head back to look at the little girl. "Is that true, missy-miss? Did you and your Mommy have a fight?" Lily looked away, munching on her ice cream.

Finally, in almost a perfect repeat of earlier, "I want Daddy."

"Now, lookie here, missy-miss." He didn't sound bossy or mean, simply strict. But it was a comforting, boundary-inducing strict. The kind of strict that Mark was with Lily. And don't you know that she perked right up, listening intently. "I only buy ice creams for good little girls. Good little girls don't fight their Mommies."

Lily shifted awkwardly, sensing, with some uneasiness, a reprimand coming on. Hunter watched, a little awe-struck, and couldn't help but add, "You really don't have to -," but Randy shook him off.

"I want you to apologize." But his tone was stern, leaving no room for argument. "Your Mommy does a lot for you, and loves you very much. You really hurt his feelings. So, I want you to apologize. Can you do that?"

For a moment, it seemed like Lily wouldn't do it. But then, "Sorry, Mommy."

Hunter smiled softly, feeling an enormous weight lift off his chest. "It's okay, baby-girl."

It was around that time that Randy took a seat beside Hunter, Lily still seated comfortably on his shoulders. She went back to abusing the poor ice cream cone, getting more of it on her mouth and down the front of her shirt than actually in her mouth. Hunter suddenly had an awful (yet hilarious) thought. The cone was, after all, dripping precariously close to Randy's clean-shaven head, after all. He was pretty sure that he'd just laugh it off, though. While he couldn't remember Randy and Lily ever spending much time together before, it was clear that they had made an almost instantaneous bond. That was good. He could use that. With Mark turning a blind eye to himself and their family, his need to get into the best physical shape possible in order to prepare for his WrestleMania match with Daniel Bryan, and his own family needs - there weren't enough hours in the day.

"Hey, Randy?" The current WWE World Heavyweight Champion turned to face him, shifting the little girl on his shoulders. "How would you feel about taking some paid vacation time to do me a huge favor?"

Randy shrugged. Lily let out a little squeal, and he swished her back and forth. That ice cream came dangerously close to his head once again. "Sure." He reached up, ruffling Lily's hair. "What's the favor?"

"How would you like to watch Lily and Maddy during the shows, just until WrestleMania? You will, of course, be compensated for your time with them, in addition to your regular paycheck as outlined in your contract."

"And get to spend more time with missy-miss here?" He asked, tickling one of Lily's bare feet. "Sounds like a deal."