Adam didn't get much sleep that night. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw dozens of tiny babies dancing around in front of him, taunting him and showing him what he couldn't have before and maybe not even ever get. It depressed the shit out of him and caused him to stare up at the ceiling for what felt like ages. The whole wanting a baby thing was something he had struggled with off and on for years. He really did want to have a child, but he had never really been in a good enough place to think it was even possible before now. The fact that Matt had seemed floored and somewhat put off by the mere suggestion of children worried him a bit though. What if Matt really didn't want children? What was he going to do then? He didn't want to pressure Matt into it. The last thing he wanted was to Matt to start resenting him about it.

Knowing that it was pointless to just keep laying in bed, he got to his feet and went into the bathroom so he could shower. The water did kill a tiny bit of the exhaustion he was feeling but overall he felt like shit. "Fuck," he muttered, resting his head against the shower wall and breathing in the steam that was all around him.

"Adam?" Matt said as he opened the bathroom door without knocking. He stepped into the room and peeked into the shower. "You okay?"

Adam nodded before shutting off the water. "I'm fine." He grabbed his towel and dried himself off.

"Are you sure?" Matt smoothed back Adam's wet hair and shook his head. "You look exhausted."

"I couldn't sleep," Adam confessed. He realized that he didn't have his clothes with him so he went into the other room to get dressed.

"I noticed," Matt said with a sigh. He watched Adam get dressed, almost seeming reluctant to have the conversation that needed to be had. "Do you want to talk about it?" he finally asked.

Adam paused, chewing on his lower lip as he thought about it. "Not if you don't want to," he replied.

Matt sighed. "Are you mad at me? You know for me not automatically saying I want a baby too?"

"No," Adam said with a shake of his head. "I'm not mad. I just…I feel so stupid. I mean, I just sprung it on you without any warning and--"

"Hey, you don't have to apologize to me," Matt assured him, closing the distance between them and pulling him into a gentle embrace. "You want what you want. You don't have to hide that from me."

"But it's not what you want," Adam guessed, trying to keep the disappointment out of his voice.

Matt sighed again. "It's nothing I've ever really thought about before," he confessed. "I mean, I like kids just fine, but having some ourselves…that's a lot of responsibility."

"Yeah but we would only have one at a time," Adam pointed out.

"I know but even one would change everything for us. I mean, look at the way we live Adam. Look at what we do for a living. We're almost always on the road traveling and wrestling and doing promotional work. We--"

"Matt, I'm not stupid," Adam interrupted. "I know we live way too hectic of lives to have a baby right this second. I mean, we can't take it out on the road with us constantly. But I don't want to be doing this for the rest of my life. I want to settle down and I want to start a family before I become a broken down guy who can't even go play catch with the kids without being in constant pain." He had suffered enough injuries to know that another major one could be his last, and he was at a point in his life where he was thinking about life outside of the crazy world of professional wrestling.

"I understand that," Matt assured him. "I really do. But we haven't been together all that long when you actually think about. I mean, kids are a nice idea, but right now, I'm enjoying just the two of us being together. And I don't want to lose that any time soon."

Adam sighed. Matt seemed like he was being honest but it also seemed like he was holding something back. He could see it in his eyes. But given how tired he was, he didn't really want to get into with the dark haired man right now. It would probably just lead to a fight, which was something that he could not handle right now. "Okay," he agreed. "Let's just drop it."

Matt frowned. "You're not mad at me are you?" he asked, sounding really worried about that.

Adam shook his head. He wasn't mad at Matt at all. "No, I'm fine. Now let's just forget about it." He slipped out of Matt's grip and leaving the room, doing his best not to turn around and see the look his boyfriend was currently giving him. Damn it, I need a nap and a drink and it's not even noon yet. This is going to be a really long day.

…

Shawn sighed and stared at the list in front of him. He had so many things to get done before the wedding that it made him want to pull out his own hair and scream. Hell, if it weren't for the fact that he took great pride in his appearance, he would have done just that. "Fuck it," he said, throwing his pencil down and getting up. He needed to find John and get his help. He could not do this alone at the moment. He needed help and he needed it now.

He checked the living room first but only Cameron and Cheyenne were in there, watching Dora the Explorer. He checked the kitchen next, which was where he found John. His fiancé was on the phone and Shawn froze, taken aback by the look on John's face. "What's wrong?" he mouthed when Cena looked up at him.

John shook his head and began pacing back and forth. "And none of you thought to call me?" he asked whoever was on the phone with him angrily. "Are you serious? I love Aunt Carol too damn it. You guys should have called me as soon as she got sick. You--" His voice died and his eyes suddenly narrowed. "Oh you didn't think to? That's bullshit. You're all assholes. Yeah, you are. Fuck you Dan." He hung up the phone and threw it across the room.

Shawn flinched. John was usually so sweet and mild mannered outside the ring that it was very weird and frightening to see him like this. "What's wrong baby?" he asked, walking over to the larger man and wrapping his arms around him.

"Aunt Carol has pneumonia," John informed him, letting out a very heavy sigh. "She's been in a hospital for a week and I've just been informed about it."

Shawn's jaw dropped in shock. "They just told you. Are you serious?"

John nodded. "Dan said it just slipped their minds but he's lying. They just don't care enough about me anymore to bother calling."

Shawn bit his lower lip and hugged his lover tightly. He knew that John's family really was not accepting of their relationship, but letting that go to this point was completely ridiculous. I've had it, he told himself as he kissed John's neck gently. I'm not putting up with them. I'm getting a hold of the whole lot of them and I'm going to straighten them all out myself.

…

When Mark woke up the next morning, he found that James wasn't in bed with him and Jeff. He sighed before quickly putting on some pants and looking for his long time lover. He ended up finding him in his office, staring at the computer like it was the devil. "Will you talk to me now?" he asked, folding his arms over his chest. Last night James had refused to speak to him, which hadn't set well with him at all. Nothing was going to get solved with silence.

"I have nothing to say," James declared, leaning forward and looking at the keyboard. "Why the fuck can't they put the keys in alphabetical order?" he asked, sounding very annoyed at the moment.

"Because their assholes," Mark replied. He walked over to James and forced the former murderer to look at him. "Now quit ignoring me. I know you're struggling with this--"

"No, you don't know," James growled. "It was easy for you to give it up. You didn't do it for the same reasons I did it. You know nothing about what it's like for me."

Mark sighed. "Fair enough," he admitted. "But all this brooding and thinking about it isn't healthy for you. You need to find a way to distract yourself."

James glared at him. "You don't think I've tried?"

"Not very hard I don't," Mark admitted. He pulled James up to his feet. "That's why I'm going to help you."

James did not look amused. "How?" he asked. "What the fuck do you plan on doing?"

Mark shrugged. "I've got to go to the gym later. Maybe working out will relieve your tension. Hell, I'll sign you up for yoga classes or have Cooper teach you how to play online poker or something." Mark was willing to do just about anything to distract James at this point. Just looking at James and seeing him being a shell of his former self was absolutely killing him. None of the attempts James had made at not killing more had been this bad. Then again, they had never lasted this long before, so it wasn't like he ever had the opportunity to fall apart like this.

"So your solution to my problem is working out, yoga and poker?" James said in disbelief. "Yeah, what a list of a fantastic fucking ideas."

"Would you just work with me here please?" Mark asked. "Please, you're worrying the hell out of everyone here."

"Even you?"

"Yes."

James stared at him for a second before rolling his eyes and leaving the room. Mark tried to grab him but he got shoved away, and he ended up almost landing on his ass. "Shit," he muttered, now more worried about James than ever. We need to find him a new hobby and fast, or we're all absolutely fucked if we don't.

…

When Randy finally aroused from his slumber, he initially didn't remember what had happened. It all came back to him when he looked down and saw that he was still on top of Cody. "Oh boy," he muttered, hardly believing it. He slowly got off the younger man, making sure not to disturb him. "What the fuck did I do?" he asked himself. He put his hand over his mouth and tried to asses the whole situation. He remembered Cody saying that he had a crush on someone and was too scared to do anything about it….then he remembered himself saying Cody should do something anyway….then Cody kissed him.

Oh God, he likes ME, Randy realized, finally fully comprehending the whole situation. This was not good. He knew how Cody got when it came to these things. He got all attached and stuff. That was just not something he could deal with. His motto was "get some get gone". No strings meant no complications. Getting attached to someone meant that they could they could fuck you over in the end. He knew that from personal experience and he never wanted to go through that in the end.

Still being as quiet as he could, he carefully pulled on some clothes and snuck out of there. He didn't know where exactly it was that he was going; all he knew was that he had to get out of there and get some air so he could try to think about what the hell to do next.

"Well well well. Look what we have here."

Randy cringed. He had only gotten halfway down the hall before he had been spotted. Damn it, why does it have to be him? he asked himself as he turned around. "What do you want?" he asked, trying to sneer and be as nasty as he could.

Hunter just chuckled. "Don't be rude Randy. You don't want me to have to teach you a lesson in manners now do you?"

Randy clenched his fists down at his sides and tried to restrain himself from punching the bastard right in his big nose. Once upon a time, back in the days of Evolution, he and Hunter had been an item. To him, it was a very big deal at the time because Hunter was the first guy he had ever been with. Little did he know that it had all been an elaborate game Hunter had made up just to entertain himself. Once the Cerebral Assassin had gotten bored of him, he had been thrown to the curb like yesterday's trash. "Fuck off Hunter," he growled.

Hunter smirked. "Oooh, someone's brave isn't he?" Before Randy could respond, Hunter had him pushed up against the wall and was holding him there. "What the fuck are you doing?" Randy asked, his heart skipping a beat when he couldn't push the blonde man away. "Let me go!"

Hunter shook his head. "You better fucking watch your mouth Orton. I'm not in the fucking mood for it."

Randy scowled. He didn't know what the hell had gotten up Hunter's ass but he wished it would get the hell out of there.

Hunter glared at him a little bit before letting go and walking away. Randy waited until he was completely out of sight before letting his legs give out on him and sliding down to the floor. "Fuck," he cursed, banging his head against the wall and scolding himself for letting Hunter get to him like that. He was over him. He really was.

At least that's what he told himself anyway.