Title: After Montreal

Rated: M (Mature)

Genre(s): Romance/Drama

Pair(s): Bret/Shawn, Mark/Hunter, etc.

Summary: That match may have cost him more than his reputation in Montreal. The entire roster is thrilled that Shawn is the new champion… but Shawn could care less. Because, out there, in front of millions of fans, he broke a man. He lost his boyfriend. And he's not sure that he could ever win him back. Until he receives news that could alter both of their lives forever…

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, besides my OCs.

Warning: Slash, Mpreg

Part: 12/? – Found

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Shawn studied the hotel room door carefully, uncertain if he should even be here. He knew that Bret wouldn't want to see him; hell, Owen wouldn't want to see him after what had occurred a few hours back. But he knew that he needed to be here, because he needed to make sure that Bret knew the truth. He needed to be sure that Bret knew that this baby was his. The look of heartbreak and utter dejection on Bret's face had nearly broken Shawn, and Shawn wouldn't be able to live with himself if Bret believed that he had cheated on him…

So, he gathered up whatever courage he could muster, and knocked on the door. There was a moment of silence, before a series of muffled curses came from within. He heard the springs in the mattress whine as someone climbed off of the bed, and he found himself backing away from the door, still looking for that last escape. But he lost that chance when the door opened. Bright blue eyes stared at him from behind a crop of messy blond hair. Owen looked terribly tired, and the ache in his head was obvious in his eyes.

"What do you want?" Owen asked, but there was no hostility in his voice. Absently, he rubbed at his eyes with the back of his hand. "You do know what time it is…"

"I'm actually here to talk to Bret. Is he around, or…" Shawn trailed off, his eyes downcast.

"Last time I checked, Bret was still in the bathroom takin' a bath." Owen said with a yawn. "You can wait for him, if you want. There's some soda in the icebox, feel free to have as many as you like."

Shawn nodded, and slid under Owen's arm when the taller man allowed him inside. "Thanks. It means a lot to know that you don't hate me. And… I'm sorry about the crutch incident."

Owen smirked. "How could I hate such a cute little heartbreaker? And as for the crutch incident… I'm not mad."

"Thank you." Shawn said.

"Not a problem. Listen – I think I'm about to head back to bed, because my head hurts like hell. But if you need something, don't hesitate to wake me up, okay?" Owen asked.

"Okay." Shawn nodded, still unsure if he should be there or not.

The blond man inhaled slowly, before he took a seat in the little dinette and watched as the blue-eyed Hart walked back toward the bed. He flopped down face-first on the mattress and, within minutes, was fast asleep. After another minute, Shawn got up and walked over to the ice-box and pulled out a Coke. Sitting back down, he stared at the bottle, but didn't open it. Studying the contours of the bottle, and the almost-black liquid inside, he felt himself start to become uneasy. How much time had Bret been in the bath?

Slowly, Shawn stood and walked over to the door. He knocked three times, but there was no answer. "Bret? Bret, baby? Are you okay?"

There was no answer. This only served to further disturb Shawn. Fear rose in him, closing off the air-flow, and he blindly reached for the door knob. Jerking it violently from left to right, he found that it was locked. Locked. What the hell was Bret doing in there? He knocked again, harder this time. So hard that his knuckles busted and bled. But there was no answer. The only sound was the slosh of water as it flew over the sides of the bathtub. Shawn's heart sank in his chest.

Shawn took a few steps back and, with one forceful kick knocked the door in. The cost of repairs be damned, he needed to know that his boyfriend was okay. And then his eyes fell on the bathtub, in which Bret lay. With a startled cry, he knelt down in the pool of water and yanked Bret's body out of the chilly water. Immediately, he checked for a pulse. Luckily, there was one, however weak it may have been. Not knowing what else to do, he took the towel that Bret had set aside and tenderly removed the brunette from the water.

"Owen!" Shawn screamed frantically, listening closely to hear if Bret was still breathing. "Owen! I need help!"

Owen stumbled into the room, a little worse for wear. "What's the matter… oh shit, Bret!"

"Call 911, Owen! We need an ambulance!" Shawn exclaimed, terrified for his boyfriend. That was, if he could even call him his boyfriend anymore.

"Right. I can do that. Just… ugh, why Bret? Why?" Owen continued to rant as he went into the other room to use the hotel room phone, and his conversation with the operator could be heard.

"Bret…" Shawn felt tears fill his eyes and slowly start to roll down his cheeks.

The body was limp and lifeless in his arms, but Shawn could feel Bret's soft breath on him where his head rested on his shoulder. Slowly, he rocked that body back and forth. The body that had comforted him when he was down. The body that had given him his two children… and was about to give him his third. He leaned in and kissed the man's wet forehead. He stroked the man's back and tried to comfort him, even if the other man was unaware. Fear threatened to swallow him whole.

"The ambulance is on its way…" Owen said, looking between Shawn and Bret frantically.

"Shh…" Shawn kissed his forehead again. "Help is on its way, baby. Just hold on a little longer, okay? Just a little longer, and it'll all be okay…"

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"Mr. Callaway, would you please come in and calm your boyfriend down? He won't even let the nurse put in his IV, and he has already threatened two doctors." A small nurse said, her voice trembling with terror.

"Okay…" Mark said uncertainly. If he went in there, he would only be another target for Hunter to vent his frustration. "Is he… is he okay?"

"Physically, yes. Mr. Helmsley's labor is progressing normally, and there are no threats to the baby's health. Mentally… well, that's an entirely different story, now isn't it?" The nurse answered smartly.

"What room is he in?" Mark asked.

"Room 432. I'll take you there." The nurse said, almost thankful that he was there to deflect Hunter's frustration.

They walked over to the elevator, and the nurse pressed the 'up' button. When the elevator arrived, both stepped inside. An uncomfortable silence settled over them, and this was not helped at all by the cheesy elevator music that played in the background. Finally, they reached the destined floor and walked down the hall. It was more than obvious which room was Hunter's by the cluster of doctors and nurses outside, and the screams coming from inside. If they ever had another child, Mark knew that they would never be back at this hospital…

The instant that Mark entered the room, however, Hunter quieted. He scowled at Mark, but that was all. Carefully, he rested his hand on the smaller man's and raised it to his lips, kissing the soft flesh. Hunter's hazel eyes followed every movement. And the moment that he was distracted, the nurse took his arm and swiftly inserted the IV. Hunter's hand clenched as the pain in his body increased, but then he locked eyes with Mark and he relaxed back onto the bed. Slowly, the pain started to melt away.

"Baby… these people are here to make the pain go away. They don't want to hurt you. And, quite frankly, they don't want to be hurt by you. So let them do their job, please?" Mark asked.

"Will you stay with me?" Hunter asked, his voice slurred as he felt the pain medication start to kick in.

"Of course I will. I'll be right by your side until the end."

Hunter nodded slowly. "Good." And with that, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

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A/N: In the next chapter, the baby is born! And we find out what happened to Bret! So, please review!