To answer a review, where are you finding all those WilSon mpreg fanfictions? 'Cause I looked both here and on AO3, and there's only one here and none on AO3.
Paul groaned and rubbed his eyes at the burning sunlight streaming through his window. His head was pounding and his neck was sore. "What happened last night?" He surveyed his surroundings. He saw broken pieces of a bottle of Sake all over the coffee table and his phone on the floor. Did he drunk dial someone last night? He closed his eyes as he tried to remember. Oh- that's right. He drunk dialed Sonny. He groaned in dread and embarrassment. What are the chances of him deleting that voicemail before hearing it or hell, maybe even Will discovering it and deleting it himself without listening to it? He sighed, cleaned up the broken glass, and fixed breakfast. He texted Sonny "Hey, I'm so sorry about that drunk dial last night. I can't even remember what I said. I'm so embarrassed."
A few minutes later, Sonny responded back. "You didn't drunk dial me."
Paul sighed in relief. "Oh. Okay, never mind, then." 'Then who the hell did I drunk-dial?' He turned the radio on for some music, but a talk show came on.
"Greetings to another beautiful fall morning of Alcohol Awareness Week!" The announcer chirped. Paul laughed ironically. "We have a special guest here with us today. Up and coming powerful businesswoman Kate Roberts! Welcome, Kate."
Paul rolled his eyes and checked his call history. His eyes widened in horror as he realized Kate was his last call.
"…can destroy a family. Thank god for Alcoholics Anonymous. I know there are also other ways alcohol can ruin your life. Why, just last night, I received a very disturbing voicemail from a drunk Paul Narita." Kate said.
Paul's stomach dropped and an overwhelming sense of dread washed over him. 'Bitch, don't you dare.'
"Heeeey, Sonny baby." Paul's voice came on the radio. Paul could do nothing but stare in horror and humiliation.
"Wow. If that doesn't turn me away from alcohol, I don't know what will." The hostess said when the voicemail finished.
XX
Brady walked down the hallway towards Paul's apartment. He stopped short when he heard a bloodcurdling scream of mixed agony and fury. Brady burst into the apartment in time to see his brother tearing out his radio and smashing it against the counter.
"DAMN YOU, KATE! DAMN YOU!" Paul screamed.
Brady rushed forward and grabbed Paul's shoulders. "Paul, hey, hey, hey. Calm down."
Paul collapsed against Brady's shoulders and hugged him, sobbing. "I've never been so humiliated."
"I know. It's okay." Brady rubbed Paul's back. "It'll be okay." Paul pulled away and sank to the floor, collecting himself. Brady's phone rang. "It's Dad." Paul groaned in dread and threw his head back.
"Hey, Kid, have you heard from your brother this morning?" John asked.
"Yeah, actually, I'm with him now." Brady replied. "Apparently Kate humiliated him."
John exhaled slowly. "Oh, yeah. Paul mistakenly drunk dialed her last night and she broadcast it over the radio!"
Brady was shocked, but not surprised. "What did he say?"
"He insulted and slut-shamed Will and wished the serial killer had succeeded in killing him so that he and Sonny would be together." John replied.
Brady exhaled slowly and shook his head. "Wow. And Kate broadcast it over the radio? Seriously? First she brings a drug lord and serial killer to Salem, then she throws her son under the bus to get her job back, then she publicly humiliates Paul and indirectly Will and Sonny? It's like she wants to be hated!"
"Yeah, I know." John replied. "How's Paul?"
Brady glanced at his brother, who was still on the floor with a far off look in his eye. "Well, when I came in, he was screaming and cursing Kate, then he was crying. He's not, now."
"Let me talk to him."
Brady nodded, sat down next to Paul, and held out his phone. "He wants to talk to you." Paul didn't budge. Brady sighed. "Paul, he's not gonna yell at you, I promise."
Paul looked at Brady, then nodded. "Hey, Dad."
"Hey, son. I'm sorry this happened to you." John said sincerely.
"I'm sorry too." Paul replied. "I'm also sorry I ever drunk dialed anyone to begin with. And…I'm sorry I insulted Will."
"We all make mistakes, son."
Paul swallowed. "Thank you for being understanding and reasonable."
"Of course. Just as long as you don't marry into the DiMera family, we'll get along just fine." John half-joked.
Paul chuckled. "Deal."
They talked for another minute, then hung up. Brady took his phone back. "You know, this isn't the worst thing anyone's ever done, right? Don't beat yourself up too much."
"Thank you." He groaned loudly as he stood up. "And you know what? I'm gonna let that life ruining bitch know that she can't touch me. I'm not gonna let her intimidate me!"
"Good for you!" Brady said encouragingly.
Paul took a deep breath. "Thanks. I'm glad I have a brother."
"Me, too."
XXX
Kate walked into the pub with a triumphant gleam in her eye. She sat at a table facing the door. After the waitress brought her coffee. She took a sip as John stormed in in a fury.
"What the hell's the matter with you?" John demanded.
"Oh, John, what'd you expect?" Kate asked casually. "You should know by now that no one offends my family and gets away with it. You should have taught your son that lesson."
"He was drunk!" John exclaimed, coming to Paul's defense.
"And that's an excuse?" Kate raised an eyebrow.
John's eye started twitching. "You do realize people are gonna figure out that it was Will he was insulting, right? He's coming back in a few weeks for the Bicentennial. He's gonna hear about your little stunt, and it will be a long time before he forgives you, and that's a fact!" He stood up and stormed out.
A few minutes later, Paul walked into the pub, his head held high. He looked around and spotted Kate, who stood up. Paul walked over. "Hello, Kate." People from surrounding tables turned to them, eagerly watching this showdown.
"Paul." Kate greeted.
"You know…I was going to yell at you and threaten to sue you for slander or something, but, then I thought against it." Paul said calmly, almost smiling. "After all, you were just protecting your grandson, right? Making up for the fact that you brought two evil men to Salem who almost killed him and his husband, best friend, and mother of his child? Right? Or maybe you're just a soulless, dishonorable bitch who only cares for herself. You know what else? You don't scare me. I was brought up to respect my elders, but I'll make an exception for you. I hope this whole plan comes back to bite your saggy, old ass."
As Paul turned and stormed away, people cheered him on. Someone called out "Go, Paul!", which made Paul's chest swell with pride. He stood up to Kate Roberts and humiliated her in public. He felt like breaking out into song!
Wham!
Paul felt something hard hit the side of his head, and he fell to the ground, groaning in pain.
"That's for insulting my son, you home wrecking bastard!" Lucas yelled angrily, kicked Paul twice, and stormed off.
Paul groaned again, and slowly stood up, and once again found himself facing Chad. He glared at him. "Don't…say…a word. Not one word!" He stormed off.
Chad laughed and pulled out his phone.
XXX
Will stretched out on the bed. His first day of therapy went pretty well if he said so himself. Sonny had gone to the store to get some things before he had to work the evening shift at La Lune et Les Etoiles. He drifted off to sleep until a vision of his Uncle Bo woke him up. He gasped and sat up. He sighed and rubbed his eyes. 'Uncle Steve, wherever you are, please hurry.' He looked up when the door opened. Sonny walked in with his arms full of grocery bag. There was a bag on the floor he was kicking, too. Will hopped off the bed and rushed over to his husband. "Here, let me help." He took one of the bags from his arms and picked up the bag off the floor.
"Oh, thank you." Sonny said, relieved.
"You're welcome." They put the bags on the counter.
Sonny started putting the groceries away. "So, how was therapy?"
"Not as bad or judgey as I thought it would be." Will shrugged.
"Well, it's not supposed to be." Sonny stated. He held a bag out for Will. "Will you please put these in the fridge?"
"No. It's your kitchen." Will frowned. Sonny glared at him reproachfully. Will broke into a laugh. "Just kidding. I'll do it."
"You're lucky." Sonny said, trying not to smile. Will chuckled. When they were finished putting away groceries, Sonny's phone rang. "Chad! Hey, what's up?"
"Is Will with you? Can you put me on speaker?" Chad asked.
Sonny turned the speaker on and turned to Will. "Chad wants to talk to both of us. Go ahead, Chad."
"So, first of all, Paul tried to drunk dial you last night, but he accidentally drunk dialed Kate." Chad started.
"Ooh, not good." Sonny cringed.
"What did he say?" Will asked, with interest.
"Well, basically that he and Sonny are endgame. He insulted and slut-shamed you and wished Ben had killed you so that he and Sonny could be together." Chad reported.
Will's eyes flashed with anger. "Did he?"
"Chad, how do you know all this?" Sonny asked.
"It's Alcohol Awareness Week at the local radio station." Chad explained. "Kate wanted to get back at Paul for saying those things about Will, so…"
"She broadcast it over the radio?!" Will exclaimed angrily.
"Yep." Chad nodded.
Sonny exhaled slowly. "I can't believe this…"
"I just thought I'd tell you guys so you'd be prepared when you come back to Salem." Chad replied.
"Thank you, Chad." Sonny replied. "We'll see you soon."
"Okay. Au revoir, mes amis." Chad replied.
Sonny hung up. Will turned around, and gripped the edge of the counter, fuming. How could his grandmother do this to him? And Paul! That freaking marriage ruiner! "Will? What are you thinking?"
"I'm thinking that Kate must keep a list of family members and cross off the ones she's screwed over." Will admitted. "Allie and Ari are officially the only ones she hasn't screwed over."
Sonny was about to respond when his phone buzzed again. It was a text message from Chad.
"One more thing: I couldn't say this over the phone, because I wasn't sure if Will knew already. But Paul also mentioned your kiss in the hospital when he first came to Salem. Something about it meaning something."
Sonny exhaled sharply, silently cursing Paul. He texted back. "No, he doesn't know. Thank you for telling me through text. I'll tell Will right now."
"Who are you texting?" Will asked.
"Chad." Sonny replied. He turned around. "I have to tell you something."
"Okay." Will nodded and folded his arms.
"Last year, I delivered a box of cups and plates to the hospital. It was when Paul first came to Salem. He saw and followed me into the waiting room." Sonny took a deep breath. "He surprised me with a kiss…and I let him kiss me."
Will blinked in surprise. "What?!"
"I am so sorry." Sonny said sincerely.
"You had the audacity to get mad and stay mad at me for cheating, even though you pretty much did the same thing?!" Will exclaimed angrily.
"Oh, you know what, that is nowhere near the same thing!" Sonny argued.
"Paul didn't mean anything to me after we…" Will sighed and shook his head. "Did he mean anything to you?"
"No." Sonny said honestly. "Honestly, that was part of the reason I didn't divorce you when I found out."
"Because you didn't want to be seen as a hypocrite, right?" Will asked.
"Will you stop putting words in my mouth?" Sonny snapped. "I'm trying to explain myself here, but you apparently don't want to hear it!"
"Because I already know: you have been in love with Paul the second you found out he was in Salem!" Will accused him.
"I told you it was a surprise kiss! If I saw him before he kissed me, I wouldn't have kissed him!" Sonny exclaimed. He sighed in frustration. "I cannot take one more second of your obsessive paranoia when it comes to Paul. I chose you. I married you! I love you. Why can't you just accept it for what it is?!"
"I don't know!" Will threw up his hands and turned around, sighing.
Sonny sighed inwardly. "I'm going to work. We'll finish this conversation tomorrow."
Will swallowed and nodded. He couldn't believe they were in Paris for less than a week, and already they were fighting! He took a deep breath and called Kate.
"Hello, Will! How's Paris?" Kate answered cheerfully.
"How could you humiliate me and Sonny like that?!" Will demanded angrily.
"I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about." Kate said nonchalantly.
"Oh, come on. You really thought I wouldn't find out?" Will asked. "Paul accidentally drunk dialed you last night and you broadcast it over the radio station!"
"He insulted you and wished you were dead." Kate explained.
"So the only way you can think of to get back at him was to hurt me and Sonny, too?" Will asked. "Or did you just not care?"
"Oh, you and Sonny will be just fine." Kate replied. "Besides, I thought you'd be happy that Paul is finally paying for ruining your marriage?"
Will gave an exasperated sigh. "Not if it caused problems between me and Sonny."
"Hey, if the events of the past year haven't caused a divorce between you two, I guarantee nothing will." Kate said.
Will closed his eyes and sighed inwardly. She has a point there. "You're right."
"'Course I'm right. I'm your grandma." Kate smirked. "Also, I'm sorry you were hurt by that little stunt I pulled. If it makes you feel better, Paul humiliated me back."
"How?" Will raised an eyebrow.
"By throwing me bringing Clyde to Salem in my face." Kate shrugged.
"You didn't know." Will replied calmly.
Kate nodded. "How did you find out about that radio broadcast anyway?"
"Chad." Will said simply.
Kate scoffed as Chad walked into the club. "Chad told you?!" Chad's eyes widened, and he spun his heel and left, but not before Kate noticed him.
"It was a good thing he did." Will replied. "Imagine if we came to Salem and found out the hard way."
"Still…" Kate shook her head. "Well, at least Paul's out of your life."
"The thing is…I don't think he will be." Will sat on the couch. "He's my grandma Marlena's stepson. That makes Paul my stepuncle. Whether I like it or not, he's family."
Kate exhaled slowly. "You know, sometimes you're too nice for your own good."
Will chuckled. "Well, I'm not gonna call him Uncle Paul anytime soon, but…"
"Okay, well…just as long as you are happy and that you and Sonny have a long, happy marriage." Kate replied.
Shivers ran through Will's body and he sighed sadly. He remembered Sonny getting stabbed and his own brush with death. "I can't believe that almost didn't happen. And it's mostly my fault."
"But it did happen. Don't beat yourself up." Kate said. "You're both alive and you're back together. That's what's important."
"Yeah." Will nodded. "It is."
XX
Sonny kept himself busy at the club. He barely had three seconds to think about that fight with Will. How could he think that after everything, he still would choose Paul over him?
After throwing away empty bottles, Sonny headed to the storage room to get a box of napkins. He grabbed a ladder and climbed to get the box from the top shelf. The ladder gave way, and both Sonny and the box tumbled towards the ground. Sonny felt someone catch him under his armpits before he hit the ground.
"Whoa! Glad I caught you." Will said.
Sonny chuckled at his pun. "Thanks. What are you doing here?"
"Well, I love you, and we've been through too much to let something so minor get in between us." Will replied.
Sonny smiled and nodded in agreement. "I agree."
"Sonny, for the past four years, you have done so much for me. Things that I will be forever grateful for." Will said. "I would be a complete and total moron not to realize that you love me with all your heart and soul."
"I do." Sonny confirmed.
"I know." Will cupped Sonny's face in his hands. "I love you, too." They kissed.
"Let's get out of here before someone accidentally shuts us in." Sonny suggested.
"Yeah." Will chuckled. Sonny grabbed the box, and they went out into the club.
"Are you okay to hang out?" Sonny asked.
"Yeah. I've got my phone and I can you know, meet people." Will shrugged.
"Okay." Sonny walked off.
Will ordered a drink and nuts and sat on one of the leather lounge chairs and watched his husband at work. He looked so happy and at-home working here. After a few hours, things were starting to wind down. Sonny walked over to Will, sat on his lap, and hugged and kissed him. "Hey."
"Hey."
"How you holding up, here?" Sonny asked.
"Mmm. I'm getting a little tired, actually." Will replied.
"Too tired to dance?" Sonny grinned as the song "The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face" by Roberta Flack started playing. Will grinned, stood up, and took Sonny's hands in his. He let him lead him to the floor, and put his arms around Sonny's shoulders. Sonny wrapped his arms around Will's waist and held him close. Then, Will pulled away, and Sonny twirled and dipped him.
When they got home to their apartment, they still danced a little. Sonny grinned and shoved Will down on the bed. Will grinned and pulled Sonny down on top of him, and they made love.
"We really need to have more nights like this." Will murmured in Sonny's ear as they lay next to each other.
"I wholeheartedly agree." Sonny snuggled against Will's chest.
"You seemed pretty happy tonight working." Will hugged Sonny's head and started running his fingers through his hair.
"I was. I was doing what I love." Sonny laughed softly. "But…it's just not the same as it is in Salem."
"What are you saying?"
Sonny turned around and leaned on his elbows to face Will. "I'm saying I want to return to Salem. For good."
"What about the clubs here?" Will asked.
"I'll find replacement managers to handle the clubs here." Sonny replied. "I'll return to Club TBD. Besides…I miss you and Ari too much to work out of the country."
Will laughed and kissed Sonny on the lips. "We miss you, too. But, are you sure this is what you want?"
Sonny looked Will dead in the eye. "I'm 110% sure. We'll come back to Paris for our anniversary or something."
"Deal." Will replied, smiling.
XXX
In a prison cell in Statesville in Salem, a guard walked along the cell block. He stopped when he reached Ben Weston's cell. Weston looked a little too stiff, so he went to check it out. When he leaned in close, Ben jumped up, knocked the guard out, stole his gun and keycard, and ran from the prison, narrowly evading guards.
The warden noticed and called the Salem PD.
"Ben Weston has escaped from prison!"
All right! Next up is the Bicentennial!