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A/N: Guess who's back!! LOL. I've finally got my computer fix! *does happy dance* I'm not going to say anything about this chapter except that a lot of you are going to be very, VERY pissed at me. I apologize ahead of time (because I know how bad it's gonna be for all my Shawter fans). Okay, no more or I'll give it away. So on with the story!

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Chapter 12: Fighting Words and False Pretenses

"Shit! Motherfucker ow!" Hunter yelled out as he placed the last of his boxes down in Shawn's bedroom; now it was their bedroom. He still couldn't get use to it.

Shawn ran frantically into the room, heaving as he breathed out. "Are you okay? What happened?" He ushered Hunter over to the bed to sit down.

"Your damn kid is trying to kill me!" He frowned, placing a hand on his stomach. "It hates me."

"Oh, now so it's just mybaby." Shawn held back a laugh at his glare. "Our baby doesn't hate you, Hunter. And how is it trying to kill you?"

"It won't sit still! Every fucking minute now he or she is moving around in there." He stop when he felt the movement again. He grabbed Shawn's hand, and placed it to the lower left side of his stomach. "See, there it goes again, playing soccer with my insides."

Shawn marveled at the movement, a huge smile pulling at his lips. "My little kiddo is already active just like his daddy."

Hunter frowned slightly. "No, you can't be 'daddy', I'm 'daddy'. You can be 'old man'."

"I don't wanna be 'old man'! Look, we'll let the little one decide what he or she wants to call us when they get here...mommy."

Hunter punched him in the chest, causing the older man to grimace in pain. "Call me that, and I'll make sure you never procreate again."

Shawn laughed, placing a kiss to his belly before kissing him on the lips. "Well, I wanna give this little one a sibling so we can just throw that name out the window." He stood to head back down stairs.

"Yeah, good idea, old man."

Shawn smirked. "I don't want you moving around so much. You stay up here and rest. I'll finish unpacking for you then we gotta head to the arena later."

"I have a lamaze class at 7, you forgot didn't you?"

"Oh, damn! Babe, I really did. We have to be at the arena at 7. Can't you just..."

Hunter cut in bitterly before he could even finish. "No! I cannot do anything! I'm not rearranging my schedule, and I'm not missing my class. Go to the fucking arena by yourself, hell it's not like I even do anything anymore!"

"I can't get out of this match tonight, and you can't go by yourself." Shawn hated that his tone was pretty much a plea, but he really didn't want to argue with him.

"Oh, I won't go alone."

Shawn's brows furrowed together in confusion. "Randy has a match tonight, too."

"I know." Hunter smirked, crossing his arms in front of him. "I was talking about taking Chris."

Shawn gritted his teeth, his blood boiling at the statement. He knew it was just Hunter's hormones, and he shouldn't take it too seriously, but that hurt.

"See if I give a fuck." He responded before he could control himself, and stormed out of the room.

Hunter sat still for a moment, tears welling up in his eyes before he got angry...really, angry. He pushed himself up off the bed, and grabbed his cell phone.

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Hunter hadn't spoken to Shawn since their little confrontation earlier that evening. Neither man tried to apologize, just deciding to act like it never happened. Hunter was just fine with that. He was tired of having to compromise everything, as if having to be pregnant and not being able to wrestle wasn't enough of a compromise. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Looking up, he smiled weakly at Chris.

"You okay?" He asked.

Hunter nodded slightly. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking about stuff."

"Well, let's go in, shall we?" He opened the door, stepping to the side to let him in first.

As soon as they stepped into the spacious room, a small woman came up to them, wearing the biggest smile on her face.

"Hi! I'm Lisa." She said, shaking both of their hands before focusing her attention fully on Hunter, and his stomach. "Oh, wow! You are absolutely glowing!"

Chris smiled, agreeing silently in his head. Hunter was now in his fifth month, and his stomach was bigger, his body becoming fuller, more curvier. It was hard for him to be around him, because all he can think about is ravishing every single inch of his beautiful body. He soon found himself thinking about how it would feel to have him underneath him, writhing, and moaning his name. He was determined to make that happen as soon as Shawn was gone to Australia.

"So are you two together?" Lisa's question broke Chris from thoughts, and he blinked a few times to clear his head.

Say yes. Oh, how he wanted to, but he knew that would most likely upset his Hunter, and he certainly didn't want that. He wanted to make Hunter comfortable as possible around him so he would wanna be around him more.

"No, he's a friend." Hunter answered before sighing deeply. "My boyfriend couldn't make it. He had better things to do."

Lisa's smile faltered a bit and Chris grew furious. Not at his Hunter of course, but at Shawn.

Fucking Michaels. Upsetting my angel.

"I'm sorry, hun." Lisa gave Hunter a sympathetic smile.

"It's okay." He tried to reassure them both. He could hear Chris gritting his teeth in anger, and gave him a smile tat made his heart soar. "What time does class start?"

"In a few minutes."

Hunter and Chris walked over to one of the mats on the floor, and sat down. Though the task was a bit harder for Hunter due to his protruding stomach.

"Need some help there, love?" Chris mused.

Hunter shook his head, and slowly lowered himself to the ground. "I need to get in as much sitting down by myself time while I can before I blow up even more, and can't do it on my own."

Chris beamed as he just watched him. He couldn't help, but let his mind wander off. Imagining that the two of them were there under different terms. Instead of Chris just being a 'friend', he was not only the father of Hunter's baby, but also his lover.

"So are you two together?" Lisa asked, smiling knowingly at them.

Hunter smiled lovingly at Chris, his eyes twinkling as he spoke. "Yes, he's my husband."

Chris placed a protective hand on his stomach, where their child was currently growing, and kissed him passionately.

"I love you." He whispered against his lips.

"Chris? Get in position."

If it had been anyone else that had interrupted his fantasizing, he would've ripped them to shreds with no remorse whatsoever. Since it was his angel though, he just smiled, and try to act as if everything was okay. He suddenly quirked an eyebrow as he realized what he said.

"W-what?" He stuttered out. His brain was now conjuring up atleast a hundred different positions they could do.

"Get behind me." He said innocently, but his choice of words did nothing to help him try and control his thoughts.

He moved so fast he was kind of a blur. He sat behind him, but left space between them so as not to make him feel uncomfortable. That and the fact that he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to control himself if he were to be that close to him again. Hunter would come around on his own eventually, he just had to be a little patient.

Hunter scooted back until his back was pressed against Chris' front.

Chris felt his breath hitch at the instant contact, and almost like a reflex, wrapped his arms around Hunter, resting his hands at the top of his belly.

Hunter wiggled around in his arms, trying to find a position comfortable enough for him.

"Back hurting?"

"Yeah, I can't sit like this for too long."

Chris held his breath, and pressed closer to him, holding him so that he was as relaxed as possible. He slowly exhaled, and just let himself hold the love of his life. Hunter let out a content sigh, and placed his hands ontop of Chris' and together they rubbed against his belly. The gesture made Chris' heart soar with promise.

He tightened his grip around him as he inhaled the scent of his love's shampoo. Vanilla. His new favorite scent.

"So why'd you get suspended again?" Hunter asked suddenly. "You never did tell me."

To spend time with you. "Little punk Brooks can't take a joke. I just couldn't control my temper, and it got the best of me." He said, shrugging it off. "Let's just leave it at that."

Hunter shook his head, laughing slightly. He looked over his shoulder at him, mocking disappointment. "You should learn to control your anger. It must suck that you can't do the tour, huh?"

"No, not really. I really need the time off." There was no way in hell he was going to tell him the truth. He couldn't risk pushing him away when they were making such a great progress.

Four weeks. Four weeks, and you'll have him all to yourself. Patience, Chris. It'll be worth it in the end when you finally get him in your arms.

He added. "Besides, you need someone to call, and check up on you every two minutes. I wouldn't be able to do that if I were going now would I?"

"You're sweet, but," Hunter chuckled, reaching back and placing his hand on his cheek. "you need to get a hobby if that's the case." He joked.

Chris sighed, leaning into the warmth of his hand as his hands absently began to tickle at Hunter's sides.

He laughed and squirmed trying to get him to stop, his body brushing up against Chris' in a way that made his pants grow tighter around him. No, no, no, no! They were so close that there was no way that he wouldn't feel his erection probing at his back. No doubt he would be angry at him, and he really didn't want that.

"Chris, stop!" He cried out softly, trying to get his laughing under control as others were beginning to stare.

He immediately did as told, Hunter's reaction had turned him on beyond belief. The way he had screamed his name made him think of other ways he could make the blond say it, over, and over again.

"Sorry, love. I'll be nice now." He placed his hands back on Hunter's stomach, and they resumed their earlier position of just holding each other. What a lovely sight the two of them must make. If only Michaels would walk through that door, and door right now; that would just make this day even more perfect for him.

But, he still had one problem, here he was pressed against his angel, sporting a raging hard on. They were in the middle of a lesson, he couldn't just get up and go take care of himself. Shit, it's gonna be a long night.

Four weeks just couldn't come soon enough for Chris.

*Runs up a tree to avoid angry mob* I'm sorry, okay. I'm so sorry. I'm just going to be honest, this story is kinda writing itself. I really have no control anymore. Damn muses are taking over my brain. I know this is a Jericho/Hunter chapter, but don't let that fool you, okay? I'm all Shawter so don't hurt me!

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