Disclaimer: I do not own anything dealing with WWE or the rights to any products or persons mentioned in the story as well.

Warning: There is harsh language and adult themes as well as slash between some of the characters (mostly M/M).

Chapter Nine

A week later...

Randy woke to the sounds of retching. He looked to his right and found that Mike was gone. He quickly sat up, scanning the room. He threw the covers off and went to the bathroom. Mike had his head resting on the edge of the toilet while he panted. Randy went to him and rubbed the blond's back. Mike shoved his head back into the bowl and threw up again. He reached up and flushed the toilet.

"You okay?" Randy asked worried.

Mike nodded as he got up to wash out his mouth.

Randy just watched his friend as concern crept across his normally stoned face.

"I haven't been feeling well lately."

"Do you still want to do the match tonight?"

Mike nodded. He looked to Randy and smiled. "I'm not going to let a little stomach flu get me down."

"Okay."

"I'm going to take a quick shower."

Randy nodded and left the bathroom. He could hear the sounds of running water as he went back to bed. His cell vibrated and he looked to it.

"Good morning, Glenn," Randy greeted.

"Morning, sweetie. How are you?"

"Fine, but Mike's got the stomach flu."

"That's not good."

"Yeah, he's still going to go through the match tonight."

"It's his choice."

"I know, but I worry. I don't want him to get worse."

"I understand. So, going against Punk and Morrison again?"

"Yup, but I'm going to try and stay in as much as possible. I don't want them to hurt him like last time."

Silence.

"Glenn?"

"I don't want you to get hurt either."

"I know, but it seems like they have it out for him."

"You know what? Me and Mark are going to have a talk with Cena about that."

"I was thinking about that as well, but I'm too afraid to leave him alone for any amount of time and I don't think Cena will talk."

"Me and Mark have our ways."

"Don't hurt my best friend please."

Laughter.

"I'm serious, Glenn."

"I won't hurt him."

"What about Mark?"

"I make no promises."

"Glenn!"

"I'll try my best to keep him in check."

"Thank you." Randy began to play with the covers. "I gotta go. I love you."

"Love you too."

Randy laid there and heard Mike come out. He moved his eyes to the young blond and watched as he dressed. He had mixed feelings brewing within him. He was in love with Glenn but lusted after Mike. He shook his head and went to take a shower himself.

When he got out, he saw Cena was in the room, rubbing Mike's back.

"Hey," Randy greeted.

"What up?" Cena said.

"What are you doing here?" Randy asked.

"Wanted to know if you two wanted to go to breakfast?"

"Sounds like fun. Let me get dressed."

Cena nodded and went back to rubbing Mike's back. "If you're not feeling well, you shouldn't wrestle."

"I'm fine," Mike mumbled. "It's just a stomach flu."

Randy looked over to them and shook his head. "Ready."

The three went of to Golden Corral and enjoyed their meal.

"Man, I can't believe it's nearly April," John said.

"I know, right?" Randy agreed. "The Draft's is almost upon us."

John and Mike nodded.

"I'm actually looking forward to it," Mike replied. "If I get drafted, then I get to be with Mark if they don't draft him to Raw."

Randy nodded. "I was thinking the same."

"Me too," John added.

"So, how are you and Jeff doing?" Mike asked.

"Good," John replied.

"Still haven't told Matt?" Randy questioned.

"Hell no!" John answered.

The other two laughed.

"Why not? Mike asked. "You two have been together nearly six months or so."

"Remember what happened last time Jeff dated somebody?" John asked. "Meaning, a guy?"

Randy and Mike thought about it. Mike groaned and shuttered. Randy shook his head.

"So, what the hell are you two going to do if you decide to marry Jeff?" Mike asked.

"Good question," Randy said.

"I really don't know," John answered. "I haven't really thought about it. I mean, I love being with him. He's like a breathe of fresh air."

"I understand that," Mike said. "Look at me and Mark. Hell, look at Glenn and Randy."

"True."

Randy looked at his watch. "We need to go."

The men got ready and left.

…

Randy stared at Mike as he paced the locker room. Cody and Ted watched him as well. They felt nervous for the blond. The two had another match against Morrison and Punk. The last time Randy and Mike tag teamed, Mike got a beat down like no other.

Mike and Randy went to their positions and walked down the ramp. They waited for their opponents. True to his word, Randy stayed in as long as he could until he had to tag in Mike. This time around, Mike was on the offensive. Morrison got the grunt of the attacks like the Big Boot, Bionic Elbow, and The Skull Crushing Finale. Morrison was able to kick out whenever he was pinned. When Punk was tagged in, Mike was on the defensive and would land good blows before having to tag in Randy.

Both men stood off. Each exchanging blows and kicks. Punk was able to knock Randy down. He slid out of the ring and got a chair. The ref tried to pry the weapon away from the Straight Edged fighter but to no avail. Randy was able to stand as Punk entered the ring once more. Mike climbed on top of the turnbuckle.

"Randy!" Mike called.

The older man was focused on Punk, who charged swinging the chair.

Randy dived out of the way and could see that Punk had lost a hold on the chair. The chair went flying over Randy and struck Mike in the head. Mike spun around and off the turnbuckle. He landed face down onto the mat, not moving. Randy looked at the spot where Mike was once at. He slowly turned his head to Punk, who stood stunned. He did not see Randy coming. Randy punched Punk in the face a few times before ending the match with a RKO. He pinned the man and went to Mike, who was being attended by the medics. He was placed on a stretcher and wheeled to the back.

Randy followed close behind. Cena waited for them at the ambulance.

"Get our things," Randy said as he climbed in.

Cena nodded and watched them leave. He pulled out his cellphone.

…

Mike finally woke up a few hours later and stared at the doctor.

"Well, hello," the man greeted. "I'm Dr. Kilroy. How you feeling?"

"Like shit," Mike replied.

The doctor chuckled. "That's a nasty blow you took. You don't have a concussion, but you were knocked out. I stitched up the gash."

Mike nodded.

"Your friend told me that you had a stomach flu, is that correct?"

Mike nodded once more.

"If it's alright with you, I would like to get a sample of urine. You think you can pee for me?"

Mike nodded and a nurse helped him out of bed. She gave him a urine sample cup and he went to the restroom to pee. He closed it, wiped it off, and gave it to her. She even drew some blood.

"Would you like to see anybody?" the nurse asked.

"Is Randy out there?" Mike asked.

"Orton?"

Mike nodded.

"I'll let him in."

"Thank you."

She left and soon Randy entered.

"How you feeling?" he asked.

"I could be better," Mike answered.

"What did they say?"

"I don't have a concussion."

Randy smiled and nodded.

"Is Mark out there?"

"Yeah."

"Good, I'll see him in a bit. Need to keep this illusion up."

"He understands." Randy caressed Mike's cheek.

"What was that for?"

"Just in case a nurse walked in."

Mike smiled at him.

Randy liked touching Mike just like he loved how Glenn touched him. Maybe it was because of his dominate side or maybe it was because he liked human contact.

The doctor came back with a worried look in his eyes. The nurse wheeled in an ultrasonography machine.

"What's going on?" Mike asked. He looked to Randy who stared at the machine.

"We just need to check something Mr. Mizanin," Dr. Kilroy stated as he smeared the gel over Mike's stomach and began to examine him. He looked at the screen as he moved around Mike's stomach.

Randy stared at the screen as well as Mike with a look of concern on his face.

The doctor sat back and looked to Mike. "I'm sorry, Mr. Mizanin, but it looks like that I cannot find a heartbeat."

"What?" Mike asked.

"What I'm trying to say, sir, is that you were pregnant."

Mike stared at him and looked to Randy. "What?"

"The urine sample and blood sample came back positive for pregnancy. I had to check to make sure that your baby was alright seeing how you fell from the turnbuckle and onto your front. I could not find a heartbeat. I'm sorry."

The nurse cleaned Mike up.

"I will leave you two alone," the doctor said and the nurse followed behind with the machine.

Mike stared at Randy with tears in his ice blues.

Randy finally turned to look at him. He gripped the blond's hand. "I'll get Mark for you."

Mike slowly nodded.

Randy left and walked to the waiting room. Randy's eyes swept over John, Jeff, Mark, Glenn, Cody, and Ted. Mark stood up when he saw the young man.

"He needs to see you," Randy whispered.

Mark nodded and left. Randy sat down and buried his face into his hands.

"What's wrong?" Glenn asked.

Randy shook his head as the others looked on.

Mark entered the room and looked to Mike with tears streaking his face.

"What's wrong, Angel?" Mark asked as he went to the blond's side.

"I'm sorry," Mike breathed as he looked up at him, wiping the tears away.

Mark shook his head.

"I'm so sorry. If I'd known, I wouldn't have been out there. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry."

The Deadman stared at his love and caressed his cheek. "What are you sorry for?"

"I lost our baby."

The older man stared at Mike. He heard the words, but they seemed to not take.

"I'm so sorry, Mark."

Mark blinked several times and hugged the young man. "It's okay. You didn't know. You didn't know."

"I wanna go home," Mike cried.

"I'll see about getting you signed out, okay?"

Mike nodded.

Mark left the room and stood outside the door. As an orderly passed by him, Mark grabbed his arm to stop him.

"Who do I talk to about getting a patient discharged?" Mark asked.

"The nurse over there," the orderly said as he pointed to the nurse sitting at a desk.

"Thank you." Mark made his way over. "I need to get a patient discharged."

"Who will that be?" she asked politely.

"Michael Mizanin."

She looked over the computer screen. "I need to talk to the doctor first. Just wait one moment." She made a call.

Mark slowly nodded.

Glenn walked over to his brother. "What's wrong? Randy won't say anything."

The Deadman stared straight ahead. "I need to talk to Vince."

"About?"

"I'm tired of this fucking charade."

"You know Vince—"

"Fuck Vince." Mark moved his greens to look at his brother. "I'm going to take my husband home and take care of him."

Glenn stared at his brother.

"You lost a niece or nephew."

"What?" John asked. He stood behind them and listened.

Mark nodded.

John cursed.

"I'm sorry, bro," Glenn whispered.

"Don't worry about it. I'm going to take him home and care for him and love him like a husband would," Mark replied.

"Husband?" Cody questioned. "I thought he was married to Randy."

The men stared at the young man.

"Damn rumors," John cursed. "Here's the truth." He looked to Mark and explained, "Mike didn't marry Randy. He married Mark and Randy married Glenn while in Vegas."

Cody arched an eyebrow. "You're kidding...right?"

There was silence among the men.

"Oh..." was all that came from Cody.

"How people thought that Randy and Mike were married is beyond me," John replied.

"That would be mine and Ted's fault," Cody confessed. "We heard them talking. Mike mentioned marriage and we assumed that they got married to each other."

"It was you?" Randy asked as he walked over to see what was taking Glenn so long. "You and Ted started this rumor?"

Cody shrank behind John.

Randy wiped his face. "I'm not going to get mad, I'm not going to get mad, I'm not going to get mad."

The nurse looked up at Mark. "The doctor wants to keep him in overnight and then release him in the morning. Only one person may stay with him overnight."

Mark nodded.

"I'll get his things ready for tomorrow," Randy replied.

"Thanks," Mark said.

"I need to talk to you," John said.

"Okay."

John led the older man to the stairwell. "I shouldn't be telling you this, but you need to know what you're going to be dealing with."

Mark nodded.

"This isn't the first baby Mike has lost."

The older man looked at him.

John explained, "When Morrison and him were together, they were happy for the first year. That was back in 2006. Then, they were having problems with their relationship when they became tag team partners. Morrison was seeing Punk behind Mike's back during that time. To make Morrison notice him again, Mike would flirt."

"The rumors of Mike's infidelity," Mark replied.

John nodded. "Well, Mike got pregnant with Morrison's kid. He was so excited. Morrison stated that the kid wasn't his because Mike would put out to any man or woman. Mike was devastated. Morrison stated that he would love Mike again if he got rid of the baby. He got an abortion and nearly died. I was there to take care of him. Morrison left him after that and their tag team came to an end in 2008."

Mark nodded. "Thank you for telling me."

"No problem."

John left the man standing in the stairwell. Mark punched the wall and went back to his husband.

"What took you so long?" Mike quietly asked.

"Sorry, love," Mark said as he pulled a chair closer to him. "You'll have to stay here overnight. In the morning, we're going to my home in Texas where I can care for you."

"What about Vince?"

"He can shove it. You're my husband and I'm going to take care of you."

Mike smiled.

"I love you."

"I love you too." Mike chewed on his bottom lip.

"Don't do that...and don't blame yourself, okay?"

Mike nodded.

"Go to sleep. You'll need your rest."

…

Glenn, Randy, John, and Jeff went around the hotel room gathering Mike's things.

"I hope he's okay," Jeff said.

"He'll be just fine," John replied. "He has Mark."

Jeff nodded. "I just don't know what's going on."

John looked to Glenn, who nodded. "Mike was pregnant."

The Rainbow Warrior turned his attention to him.

"He didn't know he was pregnant. When he fell from the turnbuckle and landed on his front..."

"Oh no." Jeff sat on Mike's bed. "What's going to happen now?"

"Mark's going to talk to Vince and tell him that he's done with this facade," Glenn replied. "He wants to be with his husband and I want to be with mine. With this bit of information, Mark might get his way. If not, I know my brother well enough to know that he'll quit."

"Really?" Jeff asked.

Glenn nodded. "Between the both of us, we could buy an island." He hugged Randy. "If my brother quits, then I'm quitting."

"And I'll follow," Randy replied.

Glenn kissed the top of his head.

"Let's not think about that now," John said. "Let's just get some rest."

Everyone agreed and settled down.

…

Ted sat in his room, thinking about what John told Mark. He did not mean to spy. After what Cody told him about the marriages, he wanted to apologize to Mark for the trouble they've caused. Ted just heard them in the stairwell and listened to the full story.

He pressed his lips together as he thought about Morrison and Punk. Cody and he had a match between them at the draft. He smiled and turned to Cody, who was playing his favorite game.

"I have something to tell you and you can't tell anyone," Ted said.

Cody paused his game and nodded. His eyes grew wide at Ted's tale. "You serious?"

"I heard Cena telling Mark," Ted replied.

Cody nodded.

"We have a match against them at the draft," Ted stated.

Cody looked to the man and smirked. He knew where his tag team partner was going and liked whatever planned they would come up with.