"Ssshhh. It's okay Buffy. Don't cry. Daddy Addy doesn't like it when you cry," Adam cooed as he paced back and forth across the locker room, holding the little baby in his arms and doing his best to comfort her as much as possible. He was supposed to be getting ready for his match but he was too busy comforting the baby to bother. "Come on kiddo, I fed, changed and burped you. What more do you want?" He grinned a little bit as he kissed the top of her head. "Do you want me to sing to you? Would that make you feel better?"

Matt's lips twitched into a smirk. "I'm not sure that would make anyone feel better babe."

Adam rolled his eyes and flipped him off. "Don't listen to him Buffy. Daddy Matty doesn't know what he's talking about. I'm a damn good singer."

Matt shook his head, deciding it was not worth going there at the moment. "Honey you have to get ready for your match," he reminded the blonde gently. "You can't skip out on it you know."

Adam sighed and pouted his lips. "But Buffy needs me."

Matt blinked. Even though Adam had been the one campaigning for this whole baby thing, it was surprising Matt just how seriously he was taking this. At this rate, if we get a real baby, we'll never get him back in the ring. "Well here, let me take her now. You really do need to get ready."

"Fine," Adam agreed. He kissed the top of Buffy's head. "You be a good girl for Daddy Matty, okay?" He kissed the doll again before handing her off to Matt. Anyone else probably would have found all of that really weird but Matt found it kind of cute. "Here's the sensor thing," Adam said as he took off the bracelet he was wearing and put it on Matt. "Make sure you-"

"Sweetheart I know how to do it," Matt said with a shake of his head. "Now go on damn it! Stephanie is going to have your head if you don't hurry."

Adam shook his head and quickly began to change into his ring gear. Matt whistled at him as he changed, making the blonde smirk smugly. "Like what you see Matty?"

"Oh yeah," Matt confirmed. He grinned as Buffy finally quieted down. "Why don't you dance for me a little bit?"

Adam's smirk got even bigger. "Dance for you? Who said you deserved a dance?"

"Me," Matt replied. He placed Buffy in her makeshift bassinet and folded his arms over his chest. "Come on baby, you know you want to dance for me."

"I thought I had to hurry?" Adam asked, teasingly moving his hips just a tad just to entice Matt.

"This dance shouldn't-"

"Matty! Addy!" Jeff burst right in without knocking, making both Matt and Adam groan. "I have to-whoa!" He eyed Adam's naked form warily. "What are you two sick freaks doing?"

"Nothing now," Adam muttered. He put on his trunks and then sat down so he could put his boots on. "You're a fucking cock block, you know that?"

Jeff smirked and kicked the door shut behind him. "I do what I can." He clasped his hands together and bounced up and down excitedly. "Guess what Matty?"

"What?" Matt said dubiously. He was sure he probably didn't want to know what was about to come out of his younger brother's mouth.

"Jamesey is having a party later and you bozos need to come," Jeff answered. The Jamesey thing made Adam snicker but Matt immediately shook his head.

"No way-"

"Matty-"

"I don't want to party with him-"

"So? This isn't about what you want. This is about Jamesey and Teddy setting up Randy and Cody and Ted getting set up with Glenn without him realizing it."

Now Matt really didn't want to go. Ted trying to set people up was always a disaster but James helping out would be a train wreck of epic proportions. And the only time Matt liked watching train wrecks was during the Jerry Springer Show; experiencing them in real life, especially when any of his friends were involved, was just too much. "Yeah, Adam and I are going to pass," he said. "We're experimenting with the domesticated life and we cannot party like we used to."

Jeff pouted his lips and frowned. "But it's a FAKE baby. You can turn it off for awhile and party with me!"

Adam looked at him like he had just committed sacrilege. "We cannot turn off our daughter! Are you insane?"

"No, I'm delightfully nutty. There is a difference," Jeff replied. He pouted his lips and tried to use the big puppy dog eyes to get his way. "Come on Matty, please come? Please please please?"

Matt didn't say anything for a minute, trying to decide what the hell to do. He knew that if he flat out said no Jeff would just keep whining and pleading until he gave in but he didn't want to have to actually go. "We'll see okay?" he finally said. "If Adam and I feel up to it we'll drop by for a few minutes."

Jeff wasn't entirely pleased with that answer but he accepted it because he realized that was the best he was going to get. "Fine, whatever." He turned around to start to leave but then he stopped and gave Adam a smirk. "Addy?"

"Yes?"

"Mine's bigger." With a snort he ran out of the room, leaving the blonde Canadian a steaming mess.

"It is NOT! I've seen yours and mine is clearly bigger!" Adam jumped up to his feet and chased after Jeff, leaving Matt to shake his head in exasperation. It was times like this he wondered why the hell he loved them so much. "I don't get it Buffster," he said to his fake baby daughter. "I really really don't get it."

…

The visit with Aunt Carol had actually been pretty pleasant. She had been genuinely happy to see John and somehow the topic of hunting shows had come up, which got Carol, Shawn and his dad talking for an hour and a half straight. When they got back to the house, John decided to keep up the bonding and he had volunteered himself and Shawn to help with dinner. Jennifer readily agreed, directing John to making the garlic bread and helping her with the lasagna while Shawn chopped up the vegetables for the salad.

"Can I turn on your radio?" Shawn asked when he spotted it sitting back by the microwave.

John rolled his eyes. "Would it kill you to cook without listening to music for once?" he asked.

"Yes," Shawn replied. "It would."

Jennifer just shook her head. "I don't care if you turn it on. Just not too loud though. Loud music makes my head hurt."

"Thank you!" Shawn bounced over to the radio and switched it on, turning the knob to find a station that he wanted to listen to. "Let's see….ooooh! YES!"

John groaned as the opening beats of Your Love is My Drug started to emerge from the speakers. "Shawn no-"

"Maybe I need some rehab, or maybe just need some sleep, I've got a sick obsession, I'm seeing it in my dreams." Shawn was holding up the handle of the knife he had been using like it was a microphone as he danced around the kitchen like a complete buffoon. "I'm looking down every alley, I'm making those desperate calls, I'm staying up all night hoping, hit my head against the wall-"

Jennifer stared at the Texan in shock before turning to John. "Uh-"

John cut her off with a shake of his head. "I will never forgive Jeff for introducing him to this song. He does this every time it's on."

Shawn smirked and began to approach John, doing the most exaggerated dance moves that either Cena had ever seen in their lives. "What you got boy is hard to find, I think about it all the time, I'm all strung up my heart is fried, I just can't get you off my mind." He was about to launch himself into the chorus when John put his hand over his mouth and shook his head.

"No more. That's more than enough."

Shawn deflated and nodded reluctantly and John (thinking that was the end of it) uncovered his mouth. Shawn started to go back to chopping the veggies but then started singing again just to be defiant. "Won't listen to any advice, mamma's telling me to think twice-"

"Oh god help me," John groaned.

Jennifer looked back and forth between the two of them, her amusement written clearly in her eyes. It seemed that now that she was actually getting to spend time with Shawn, she was coming to actually like him. "You know Shawn, my friends and I sometimes go out and sing karaoke together. You should come with us. I'm sure they would get a kick out of you."

John bit down on his lower lip. Part of him wanted to scold his mother for encouraging Shawn but he stopped himself way before the words could even begin to spill out. He wanted his parents to get along with Shawn and spending time with him would hopefully lead to them coming to terms with their relationship. He knew he was going to have to eventually try to work on his brothers but he was a little less concerned with them. He loved them to death but he wasn't going to fight for their approval. As long as his parents were at least at peace with this situation, then that was what was important to him.

…

When Randy arrived at the arena, he found a note in his dressing room telling him to go to meet Vince in his office. That immediately gave him a funny feeling in his stomach. He tried to shrug it off, but he felt too much like a kid being called to the principal's office. Relax, he told himself as he placed his bags under the bench in his dressing room. It's not like you've done anything…besides punch Hunter in the face but that was totally justifiable! Shaking his head, he left his room and went to Vince's office, taking a deep breath before knocking on the door.

"Come in!" Vince yelled from inside.

Randy opened the door and came in and he instantly knew that he was in trouble. He could tell just by looking at Vince's face. "You wanted to see me?" he said, keeping his voice as calm and neutral as possible.

Vince nodded and pointed to the chair in front of his desk. "Have a seat please."

Randy walked over to it and sat down, keeping up his cool exterior even though he was twitching on the inside. Vince set aside some of his papers and took off his bifocals so he could start to address Randy. "I talked to Hunter this morning. Now according to him, you got in his face at a bar and hit him for no reason at all."

"That's not what happened," Randy said quickly, internally cursing Hunter out. He was going to really give Helmsley something to bitch about when he got his hands on him again. "When I got there, I found out Hunter punched Cody and I went to confront him about it."

"But you don't deny that you hit Hunter."

"I can't. I'm not going to lie about that. He got in my face and started making threats and shit so he got hit."

Vince took those words in, leaning back in his chair and folding his hands together while slowly shaking his head. "We've had talks about keeping your temper in check before Randy. If Hunter was drunk, you should have-"

"What? Ignored him?" Randy shook his head in disbelief. Vince had always been pretty blind when it came to Hunter. The big nosed blonde had the Chairman wrapped around his grubby fingers ninety nine point nine percent of the time. "That's easy for you to say now. You weren't in the situation at the time."

"I wasn't but as an employee of this company, I would be very careful about how you handle yourself in public from now on. If I feel like you're falling back on your old bad habits, I will take action to protect the image of this company. Do you understand me?"

Randy nodded and got up and left, scowling as he closed the door behind him. "Mother fucker," he muttered. He started to walk down the hallway when he spotted Hunter leaning up against the wall by the vending machine. He stopped and glared at his ex, who grinned smugly. "What's the matter babe? Did you get detention or something?"

Randy's scowl intensified tenfold. "What was the point of tattling like a five year old? Are you that much of a mother fucker to not know when you deserved the hit you took?"

Hunter chuckled, which made Randy even angrier. "Actually…I was just bored and decided to use you as entertainment. Again."

Randy's face turned red and he wanted to go after Hunter so badly that he could taste it. He managed to stop himself though and instead gave the older man a searing glare before stomping away. That just made Hunter laugh and that laughter made Randy's ears ring. Oh how he wanted to get the bastard now. Gotta talk to Shawn. If anyone knows how to get that idiot where it hurts without getting on the wrong side of Vince, it's him.