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 Seventeen

Randy's due date neared as well as Kofi's and Hunter's wedding. Randy enjoyed his time with Glenn as much as his husband enjoyed his time with the Viper. After each show, they would go back to their hotel, have dinner, and make love. Sometimes, the love-making would be replaced with cuddle time or a fierce make-out session. Glenn did not mind Randy's horniness. In fact, he welcomed it.

Today was like any other day. Randy slowly walked the corridors as he searched for his husband. The baby kicked up a storm even though he ate like ten minutes ago.

"Hush, baby," Randy cooed. "What more do you want?"

Large hands grabbed him and forced him into a room. Randy stared at Batista in terror as the man locked the door.

"What do you want?" Randy asked as he slowly backed up from the Animal.

The man glared at him. "You had to get fucking pregnant. You had to let him touch you. Now look at you. Fat and pregnant with...his child." Batista stalked toward Randy. "You should have been with me. You should be carrying my child, my baby."

Randy hit the wall, face stricken in fear. He hugged his stomach and turned to the side to protect his unborn child.

Batista grabbed him.

"Let me go."

The Animal pried his arms away from his body and pinned them to the wall above his head with one of his large hands. He ran his other hand over Randy's stomach.

"Let me go," Randy said again. "Please don't hurt me and my baby."

Dave smiled and replied, "I'm sorry, but I have to hurt you to get rid of your baby."

Randy's eyes grew wide and angry boiled within him. He kneed Dave in the nuts. Dave was stunned for a brief moment and he punched the Viper in the face. Soon, the pain coursed throughout his body. He knelt over as he rubbed his groin to alleviate the throbbing pain. Randy hit Dave in the back of the head with a double axe handle. He kicked him in the temple causing Batista to go down.

Randy went for the door and unlocked it. He ran down the hallway and bumped into Adam Copeland.

"Dude, what's wrong?" Adam asked.

"I-I-I need to get to Glenn," Randy said.

The Canadian looked the Viper over and nodded. He took Randy by the hand and led him to catering. Glenn sat with Mark looking over photos of his nephew. He glanced up at the two and stared at their linked hands.

"There's something wrong with your husband," Adam said as they walked up.

Glenn looked to Randy's face and could read the distress. He stood and Randy went into his arms.

"What's wrong, sweetie?" Glenn asked.

"Batista tried to kill our baby," Randy mumbled into the crook of his neck.

Mark, Adam, and Glenn looked to him.

"Could you repeat that?" Glenn asked.

Randy sniffed and pulled away so they could hear him better. "Batista tried to kill our baby, but I got away."

Glenn closed his eyes and slowly breathed. He opened them again and Kane questioned, "Where is he?"

"I left him in the room," Randy answered. "I don't know which one...I just got the hell out of there."

Kane looked into Randy's eye and nodded. He looked to his brother and began to walk away.

Mark stood up, cracked his neck, and said to Adam as the Undertaker seeped through his pores, "Stay with him."

Adam quickly nodded and watched the Brothers of Destruction leave the catering area. "I won't want to be Batista right now."

Randy sank down into a chair, rubbing his belly. "It's okay, baby. Your Daddy's going to take care of that scary man."

Jeff wandered over and smiled at Randy and then frowned. "What's wrong?"

"Batista tried to hurt Randy and his baby," Adam replied.

"WHAT?" Jeff pulled a chair over and stared at the young man. "Are you okay?"

Randy made a face. He finally whispered, "Something's wrong."

"Adam..." Jeff began.

Adam arched an eyebrow.

"I think Randy's in labor."

Copeland's eyes grew wide. "I'll get those two. You'll get him to my rental." He threw Jeff his keys and ran after the brothers.

He rounded the corner and saw a group of wrestlers standing outside a room. He could hear a beat down from where he stood. The Rated R Superstar pushed his way through and peeked into the room. Batista was bloodied, broken, and bruised.

"Glenn!" Adam called.

The Big Red Machine looked up at him.

"Randy's in labor. Get cleaned up. Jeff's taking him to the hospital."

Glenn moved his eyes to the Animal. "Lay your hands on my husband again, I will kill you."

He left with Mark following right behind.

Adam looked to the other Superstars. "Call the...trainer for him." He waved at Batista and went after the brothers.

Glenn and Mark quickly cleaned up and headed out in Mark's truck with Adam in the back. They drove to the nearest hospital where Jeff took Randy. They ran to the nurses' station, got his room number, and went to the maternity ward.

Randy lay in bed hooked up to monitors. As soon as Glenn came through the door, he smiled.

"I thought you weren't going to make it," Randy said.

"I won't miss this for the world," Glenn replied as he took his husband's hand.

Mark shook his head and went to sit next to Jeff.

Adam just watched curious about the two men. Glenn was the Big Red Machine and Randy was the Viper. They amount of emotion both showed each other overwhelmed the Rated R Superstar. When you're in love..., he thought.

Hours past before Randy got wheeled back to the OR. By then, Adam and Jeff went back to the hotel. Mark sat in the waiting room, pacing. He wondered about his niece or nephew. He did not know the sex because Randy wanted to be surprised. He finally sat down and sent a text to Mike to keep him posted.

Glenn came out to the waiting room, eyes red.

Mark immediately stood up. "Glenn?"

The bald man shook his head.

"What happened?"

Glenn blinked several times, trying to keep the tears at bay. "We lost the baby," he whispered.

Mark stared at his baby brother and went to him. He held Glenn in his arms and let him cry his sorrow and frustration out.

"Let it all out," Mark soothed. "Just let it all out."

…

Randy lay in bed staring at the wall. It had been a week since the funeral of their son and he could not bring himself to look at the photo that was taken. He hugged himself as he chewed on his bottom lip. He felt so empty, so alone.

The bedroom door opened and closed. The sounds of footsteps were heard. The bed dipped down. Massive arms encircled the young man and pulled him flush against a muscular chest.

"You've been in here for hours," Glenn stated.

"I...I just," Randy began.

"I know, baby. I know."

Randy turned to face Glenn. He sniffled.

"Don't cry. I hate seeing your beautiful face so sad."

"I can't help it," Randy stated. "It's all my fault. It's all my fault our son is dead."

"No. Don't you think that."

"How can't I, Glenn? One minute he's there and the next..."

Glenn pulled his husband's head to his chest and let him cry. "It's not your fault and I don't want you to blame yourself, you hear me?"

"Why don't you hate me? Why won't you blame me?"

"Because I love you too much to hate you." Glenn lifted Randy's face up to look into tear-stricken blues. "You mean so much to me. Before all of this, I didn't know that I could love and cherish someone so much until you. So, I don't hate you. I could never hate you."

Randy sucked in his bottom lip.

"I don't blame you for the death of our son. I blame Batista."

Randy looked down. "If I hadn't been so weak..."

"You're not weak. You're a very strong-willed man. You were able to get away from him and got help. I don't know why our son died. I will never be able to understand, but I do know that I love you and when we are ready, we'll try again"

"Do you mean that?"

"What?"

"That you want to have a baby with me?"

"Yeah...you're my husband and you're stuck with me."

Randy smiled briefly before burying his head into Glenn's chest.

…

"Is Randy better?" Mike asked as he held Damon. The four month old was curious about the object in front of him on the table: Mike's cell phone.

"As can be," Mark replied. "He's still depressed. It's only been a week since the burial."

Mike nodded. He watched as Damon reached for the phone. "I wish I could do something to help him out."

"Just be there for him, baby."

"You know I will, Papa."

Mark nodded. He watched Mike shift Damon to the right side. Not to be deterred, Damon tried to reach out as far as his little body would let him. Mike and Mark chuckled at his determination.

"He's so cute," Mike replied.

His husband nodded in agreement.

"When is Hunter's and Kofi's wedding?"

Mark sat back. "Since the funeral was close to their wedding date, they decided to push it back a month so Randy could grieve properly and attend."

"That's good." Mike kissed the top of Damon's head. Their son finally had some hair on his head and the color was little red, maybe strawberry blond. "I know Randy would like to attend his mentor's wedding."

"That he would."

Damon stopped trying to get at Mike's phone and yawned.

"Sleepy, baby boy?" Mike asked as he tickled his son's stomach.

Damon giggled.

"Let's get you a nap." Mike stood up and left the living room.

Mark sat staring at the phone. He smiled and reached for it. He opened it up and looked at the background of him holding Mike in his arms. The Deadman looked through the photo gallery and chuckled. He closed the phone and slipped the phone into his pocket to give to Mike later.

Mark stood up and went to his office. He did some paper work and worked on the computer. Mike peeked in and smiled. He quietly entered and went to the couch to lay down. Mark finished up with paying the bills and ordering more feed for the horses. He stared at his husband, who was sound asleep. Mark stood up, went over to Mike, and lifted up into his arms.

"Sweetie," Mike mumbled.

"Hush." The Deadman smiled and carried Mike to their bedroom.

…

Kofi and Hunter watched as their son slept on the floor between them. Kyle had played himself to into a nap.

"He's so beautiful," Kofi breathed.

Hunter nodded. "I need to talk to you about something."

Kofi stared at his boyfriend and nodded.

Both men got up and went to the kitchen.

"What do you want to talk about?" Kofi asked.

"It's about our wedding," Hunter began.

"Are-are you having second thoughts about us?"

"No, no, no, no, no," Hunter said quickly. "I-uh-was hoping to ask Shawn to attend."

Kofi stared at his lover for a long time before asking, "Why?"

"He's my best friend and I want him there at the happiest moment of my life."

The African turned away from Hunter and went to sit at the kitchen table. He clasped his hands together and closed his eyes.

"I know that Shawn is hard to get along with because of you and me being together, but he's my best friend and we've been through a lot together."

"I hear what you're saying. Can I think about it? I mean...I would like to think about it."

"Sorry to bring this up now. I just couldn't figure out how to ask you."

"It's okay. Just give me some time."

Hunter nodded. "You want to take a nap?"

"Yeah."

"In the living room next to Kyle?"

"And you."

Hunter smiled. "Okay."

Both men made their way back to their son. They laid back down on either side of Kyle like before. Hunter leaned down and brushed his lips over his baby boy's forehead. He looked to Kofi and kissed him fully on the lips.

"What time do you want to wake up?" Hunter asked.

"In a hour," the African answered. "I need to get dinner ready."

The Game nodded. He watched as Kofi fell asleep. Turning onto his back, Hunter sighed. His thoughts went to his wedding and to his best friend.