Mark's P.O.V.
I stood outside Kane's hospital room waiting impatiently for the doctor to return with Kane's test results. I looked up and saw him walking towards me with a clipboard. I stood up straight, my heart pounding in my chest.
"Is he gonna be okay?" I asked, my voice shaking with worry. I looked into his eyes and saw a flicker.
"Well, we have good news and bad news. The good news is, he'll be fine." I sighed heavily and ran a hand through my hair.
"And the bad news?" He looked up at me and a look of sorrow washed over him.
"He's pregnant." I stifflied a laugh and shook my head.
"I don't understand. How is that a bad thing?" He looked at his clipboard, flipping a page.
"According to the test results, Mr. Undertaker, you're not the father." My heart hit my stomach as I felt a lump form in my throat.
"Do you know who is?" He glanced up at me before handing me the clipboard. I glanced down at the scribble on the paper and felt every fiber of my being snap. I began shaking and without realizing and without much effort, snapped the board between my hands.
"Mr. Undertaker? Are you alright?" I saw red but then saw a picture of Kane and I in my mind. I shook my head of the evil thoughts and took a deep breath.
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks doc." I turned around and walked back into Kane's room.
"Oh, c'mon you stupid monkeys! Work as a team! A team!" Kane was yelling at the T.V. with food in his mouth. I looked up to see he was watching a six-man tag team match on SmackDown!. I looked at Kane as he glanced over at me.
"Hey man. What did the doctor say?" There was a moment of silence before I grabbed the remote and switched off the T.V.
"Hey! I was watching that." I grabbed Kane's wrist firmly, tears in my eyes. He noticed the look and his expression turned to worry.
"Mark, what's wrong?" I didn't realize I was still holding onto his wrist until he let out a cry.
"Mark, let go, you're hurting me." I suddenly released him and looked down.
"S—Sorry...Kane, we have a problem." I sat down and ran a hand through my hair.
"You're pregnant." Kane smiled instantly.
"What? Seriously? This is great news!" I shook my head, wiping away the tears on the back of my sleeve.
"No, no it's not. I'm not the father." His look shattered as tears filled his eyes.
"Wh—What..." I held back a choke and stood up.
"Kane, the father is our own damn boss." He stared at me in shock, not moving. I tried to keep the sobs at bay as I walked over to the window, facing away from him, panting hard, tears threatening to spill over.
"Vince? That's..." His eyes widened as it hit him.
"Oh my god..." Not two seconds later, I heard sobs coming from him. I looked down, biting my lip so hard I began to taste blood.
"Mark, I'm—" I turned around shaking my head.
"No, no don't you go blaming yourself. This isn't your fault. It's Vince's. And I'll be damned if he doesn't pay for it." I walked over to his side and locked eyes with him.
"Look at me. I promise you, I'll kill that son of a bitch, I promise." He clung to my shirt, covering his mouth to keep in the uncontrollable sobs that were wracking his body. I wrapped my arms around him, crushing him against my chest.
"Stay strong. C'mon, baby. Strong for me." He sucked it up and looked at me. I smiled for a moment, wiping away the tears on his cheeks.
"Good job. Listen, I'm gonna go find the boss and have a little talk with him. I'll be back tomorrow morning, okay?" He sniffled and nodded, fresh tears filling his eyes. I shook my head, pressing my forehead against his.
"Nah-uh. Don't. Don't." I whispered softly, the tears in his eyes being held back and disappearing.
"This isn't your fault." His hands intertwined themselves in my hair.
"Bro?" I looked in his eyes and saw need. Yearning. Wanting. I closed my eyes and stepped back for a minute to close the blinds and to lock the door. I removed my shirt and walked back over to his bedside. He laid his head against my chest as I ran my hand down his spine.
"I guess I can wait on snapping Vince's neck later." He smiled as I leaned down and kissed him. Not five minutes later, we were wrapped in each other's arms, sweat forming between our bodies, each trying to keep our cries of pleasure in. I covered his mouth as he grabbed my hair roughly. His nails dug into my back, his body going into convulsions. I leaned down, biting the pillow as we reached our peak. Our bodies finally relaxed, melted between each other and tangled up sheets. We both smiled as I closed my eyes and leaned down, kissing him, his hands going around and tying my hair into a ponytail. We broke slowly, my thumb catching a tear that had fallen down his temple.
"C'mon." I got out of bed and slowly helped him up. I sat him in the wheelchair they provided for him and wheeled him into the shower. A few minutes later, we stood in the shower, enjoying the hot water and the feel of the others embrace. I carefully pushed him against the wall, closing the gap between our lips. Our hands laced together as I now had his back towards me. I kissed down every inch of him until I got to his lower regions. I looked back up at him to see him staring down at me with hooded eyes, his face flushed red.
"Take me back. Take back what belongs to you." Thankfully the sound of the shower drowned out another session of passionate screams and moans. I got dressed and pulled my hair back as Kane got situated back into bed. I smiled and kissed his forehead.
"I'll be back in the morning." He nodded as I picked up my jacket.
"Big brother?" I stopped and turned my head over my shoulder.
"I love you." I smiled and winked.
"I love you too." I walked out with the nurses all watching me. A nurse turned to Kane's doctor and then back at me.
"Sir, what is he going to do?"
"What any man would do in his situation. Kill."