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 Thirteen

"You came by for a visit, Kofi?" Mike asked.

The African smirked and pulled down the hood of his jacket. "Something like that."

"Come in." Mike stepped aside.

Kofi entered with his large suitcase.

"What's going?" Mike asked.

Kofi sighed and unzipped his hoodie to reveal a bulging stomach.

"Whoa," Mike and Randy breathed.

The African nodded.

"You and Hunter?" Mike asked.

He nodded again.

"Wow...didn't see that coming," Randy said.

Mike swatted his chest.

"Hey...don't hit a pregnant person," the Viper chuckled.

"Hush you." Mike looked to Kofi. "Let me take you to your room so you can get comfortable. What do you feel like eating?"

The African followed him and looked around the spacious guest room. "I don't know."

Mike studied him and smiled. "Come on, what do you feel like?"

Kofi answered quietly, "Ice-cream and bacon."

"Yum. Lucky for you, I have several gallons of bacon ice-cream."

Kofi smiled and began to unpack.

"When you're ready come to the living room."

"Mike?"

The blond turned to him.

"Thanks for letting me stay here."

"No problem." Mike went back to Randy, who looked into the fridge.

"Why do you have like five gallons of bacon ice-cream?"

"Because it's delicious."

Randy looked to Mike and smiled. He closed the fridge. "So...Hunt and Kofi?"

Mike nodded. "I always thought Hunt was into blonds."

"But he makes Hunt happy so..."

Mike smiled. "I'm hungry."

"What do you want to eat?"

"Cheesecake with bacon bits and a side of pickles."

Randy gawked at his friend.

"That sounds good," Kofi said as he entered the kitchen. "I would also like to add a hamburger with grape jelly and more pickles."

The Viper gawked at him as well.

"I want liver," Mike added.

"I want figs and bacon," the African said.

"Uh..." came Randy.

"Figs wrapped in prosciutto," Mike said. "I need to grocery shopping." He slowly waddled to the garage.

Randy shook his head. "I'll drive."

…

Hunter tried his best to avoid Shawn as much as possible. He needed time to think of what he would say to his soon to be ex-lover. It was not like he did not love the older man. He came to love him as a friend and brother more so than lover since their constant breaking up and hooking up was wearing thin on him. He thought of Kofi and smiled.

"I'm not complaining that you're hiding here in my room," Cena began. "Seriously...what's going on?"

The Cerebral Assassin moved his brown eyes to the young man. "I need to think of what to say to Shawn when I break up with him."

John rolled his eyes. "Really, dawg? How long have you two been doing this dance?"

"A long time."

"Just marry the dude."

"Can't."

"Why?"

"I'm in love with someone else."

Cena stared at him and sat down. "Did I hear that correctly?"

Hunter nodded.

"Whoa, bro...who is it?"

"Kofi."

"Kingston?"

"Yup...and he's pregnant."

"Do...do you really love him?"

"Yeah."

"Are you going to do the right thing and marry him?"

"Ye-wait. What?"

"You're not going to marry him?"

"No...yes...I don't know." Hunter sighed and looked at John. "Don't look at me like that."

"You ass."

Hunter sighed again. "I've been with Kofi for three years. Of course, I would love to marry him. I have to deal with Shawn first."

"Then deal with him."

"Been trying to."

"You're the Game, man. The Cerebral Assassin."

"You don't know Shawn."

Cena stared at him. "Do you want me there just in case?"

"What?"

"Shawnie likes me."

Hunter opened his mouth and closed it. "That he does." His phone rang. Hunter looked at it. "Speak of the devil. Hey."

"Where are you?"

"Out."

"Where?"

"Please, don't be like this."

"Paul Michael Levesque."

Hunter cringed as the sound of his real name. "I'm with a friend."

"Who is he? Are you cheating on me?"

"What? No. I'm hanging out with Cena."

Pause. "Oh."

"Is that all you have to say?"

"I'm coming over."

"What?" Hunter looked at his phone. "Holy hell. I need a drink."

"He's on his way, isn't he?"

Hunter nodded.

"Relax."

Hunter sat, wringing his hands together as he thought of what he would say to Shawn, but they all left him.

There was a knock and John went to answer.

"Hey, Shawn."

"Cena."

Both men hugged before Shawn went and sat next to Hunter. He stiffened up and then relaxed.

"So, what are you guys doing?" Shawn asked as he rubbed Hunter's back.

"Talking," Cena replied.

"Really?" Shawn looked to Hunter and to Cena. "About?"

"You," the Game bluntly stated.

"Huh?"

"We need to talk."

Shawn stared at him. "About?"

"Shawn...I love you. I really do."

"I love you too, baby."

"We've been together through thick and thin and..."

"Wait. Are you asking me what I think you're asking me?"

"Huh?"

Cena shook his head.

"Are you asking me to marry you?" Shawn asked.

"No." Hunter shook his head.

"Then what are you trying to tell me?"

"How can I put this lightly? I think we should break up."

"You mean take a break?"

"No, break up as in see other people."

Shawn stared at him. His right eye began to twitch. "Excuse me?"

"I've been feeling this way for a long time. I love you, but I'm not in love with you."

Shawn turned his attention to Cena. "You're fucking him, aren't you?"

"WHAT?" Cena shouted. "Hell no!"

"Don't lie to me. I see how you look at him." Shawn lunged for Cena.

Both men fell backwards. Hunter pulled the older man off of the Chain-gang Commander. Cena stood up, gripping his side.

"I'm engaged to Jeff, crazy," John panted.

Hunter still held onto his ex-lover. Shawn stomped on his foot causing the Game to let him go. HBK whirled around and punched Hunter in the face.

"Shawn!" John gave the older man a bear hug and lifted him up.

Shawn flailed about. "Let me go!"

"No."

Hunter blinked several times. "This is it, Shawn. I'm getting my shit and getting another room. I'm in love with someone else." With that Hunter left.

Shawn soon calmed down and started to cry.

"It's okay," John cooed.

"Why would he do this to me?"

"I don't think he meant to." John sighed. "I mean, after breaking up and making up so man times, what's a guy supposed to think? He's tired, Shawn. He wants someone to love."

"But I love him."

"I know you do, but he wants something more."

Cena held onto Shawn, letting him cry.

…

"That was delicious," Mike said as he rubbed his stomach.

Kofi nodded.

Randy washed the dishes, shaking his head. He could not believe what those two ate and how much they put away. He hoped the cravings would not get that bad for himself. He dried his hands and went to the living room where he left the two to watch a movie.

"Randy," Mike called. "Could you please rub my stomach?"

The Viper shook his head and sat between the two so he could rub both their stomachs. Kofi was soon lulled to sleep.

"You have magic hands," Mike cooed.

"Thanks," Randy said.

Kofi woke with a start.

"What's wrong?" Mike and Randy asked.

Kofi answered his phone. "Hello? Hi, Hunter."

"Hi, baby. How are you?"

"I'm good. Is everything okay?"

"Just broke up with Shawn."

"Really?"

"Yeah. He packs a punch."

"He hit you?"

"Yeah, but I'm fine though. Don't worry. I'm in a new room right now. I miss you."

"I miss you too." Kofi began to rub his stomach. "I have an appointment next week."

"Really? I'll be there."

"You will?"

"Yeah. I want to be there for all your appointments, remember?"

Kofi smiled.

"I'll let you get back to what you were doing. Night."

"Night." Kofi sighed as he placed his phone up.

Randy and Mike looked at him.

"Well, Hunter's free," Kofi said.

"That's good," Mike said. "Are you two going to get married?"

"I don't know," the African answered. "We haven't talked about it."

"Do you want to marry him?" Randy questioned.

Kofi nodded. "I love him...and I'm having his child."

"Talk to him about it," Mike suggested.

"I will." Kofi stood. "I'm going to bed. I'm really tired."

"Okay. If you need me, you know where my room is," Mike replied.

Randy added, "Me too."

The African smiled and walked to his room.

Mike sighed. "I hope Hunt does the right thing."

Randy nodded. "You wanna go to bed?"

"You going to sleep with me?"

"If you want."

Mike smiled and both men went off. Mike back to his room and Randy to his to get some pajama bottoms. He quickly dressed and headed off towards Mike's bedroom. Mike was in bed, trying to get comfortable. Randy smiled and crawled in with him.

The blond placed his head on the Viper's chest and sighed. "I missed this."

"I did too."

Mike gazed up at him as Randy stared into those ice blues. He leaned forward and captured Mike's lips with his own. Mike moaned and Randy slipped his tongue in. They slowly pulled apart.

"I shouldn't have done that," Randy said.

"I don't care," Mike said. "I actually liked it."

"I did too."

Both men settled down for the night.

Kofi lay in bed, thinking about Hunter. He was really happy that they would finally be together. No more sneaking around, no more secrets. The African rubbed his stomach and smiled as he felt the baby move. Then, he was hit with a sharp pain.

"Ow!"

Kofi slowly climbed out of bed. He slowly made his way to Mike's room. He opened the door and stared at the sleeping men.

"Mike! Randy!" Kofi managed out.

They stirred.

"Ow!"

"Kofi?" Randy scrambled out of the bed and went to him.

"Something's wrong," Kofi said through gritted teeth.