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 Eighteen

Nerves ran high as the Levesque and Kingston wedding approached. Kofi paced the master bedroom deep in thought about his future with Hunter and his future husband's request to have his best friend attend. Hunter was on the road to do some promos and Kofi hired a babysitter to give him time to get ready for the wedding that would happen in two weeks. He had to make sure the flowers were ready, that people sent their RSVP, their suits were done, he still had to pick out a cake...he just had so much to do. Even though Hunter wanted to do it all, Kofi insisted that he would do the rest so Hunter could work.

There was a knock at the door and he went to answer. "Hi, Jeff."

The Charismatic Enigma smiled at him. "How's everything?"

"Fine, fine. Come in."

Kofi led Jeff to the kitchen.

"This is a nice place," Jeff complimented.

"Thanks. Would you like something to drink?"

"Yes, please."

"Sweet Tea?"

"You know a way to a Southern boy's heart."

Kofi giggled and poured two glasses full. "So, what brings you by?"

"Your wedding. Hunter said that you wanted to take the pressure off of him."

"I do. He's been doing too much and working as well. It's the least I can do for him."

Jeff nodded. "Okay, what do you need done first?"

"Well, the flowers need to be ready, I need to count the RSVPs, I have to make sure the suits are done and delivered, I still need a cake..."

"Where are you getting married?"

"Oh, there's a small church about fifteen miles from here and the reception is going to be held here at the house. Oh, shit! The reception. I need to pick what foods that we're going to serve."

"Kofi! Kofi, it'll be fine. I'm here to help you. Let's go to the bakery and pick out a cake."

The African nodded. He went and grabbed his keys, wallet, and phone. "I'm ready."

Jeff nodded and they were off. Forty minutes later, they sat in a bakery tasting the cakes.

"I like the Chocolate Caramel flavor," Jeff stated.

Kofi nodded. "The Kahlua Fudge was nice."

"Did you like it?"

"Yeah."

"There you go."

"Kahlua Fudge? I don't know."

"It's your wedding and Hunter trusts you with these decisions."

The young black man thought a moment. "Okay. I'll take the flavoring then."

"How about a filling? Do you want one filling or three?"

"Just two. The top one for me and Hunter will be the Caramel Cheesecake Mousse and the rest will be just Cheesecake Mousse."

"Nice. What kind of icing?"

"I'm torn between Cappuccino, Hazelnut, and the Caramel Chocolate Butter-cream."

"That is a hard choice."

"Well, how big is your cake?"

"Four tiers. A hundred people might be showing up. Not sure. Haven't counted the RSVPs yet."

"How about this? Make it a five tier cake, pick the one you want for the top piece for you and Hunter, and the other two for the bottom pieces."

Kofi thought a moment. "I like that idea."

"What if people don't want cake?"

They both stared at each other. "Cookies."

They went about tasting the cookies the bakery had and Kofi decided on a Brownie Cookie and a Chocolate Cheesecake Cookie. With that settled and done with, they went to the florists and made sure that they were able to get the flowers for the wedding. Next came the tuxedos. The wedding parties and the grooms suits would be done in a week's time. They will be delivered three days before the wedding to allow time for alternations.

"What kind of food should I server?" Kofi asked.

"Not sure," Jeff replied. "How about we go back to your place and count up the invitations and decide from there."

They hopped into Kofi's car and drove back to the Levesque's resident. Kofi frowned when he saw a police car in his driveway. Kofi parked his car. Jeff and he climbed out of the SUV and made their way to the police officer standing on his front porch. He looked over to them.

"Mr. Kingston," the officer said.

"Yes, sir," Kofi replied.

"I'm sorry, sir, but I have some terrible news."

Jeff looked to the young man

Kofi grabbed onto his friend. "Hunter," he breathed.

"Sir, someone has assaulted your babysitter and kidnapped your son."

"What?" both men said.

"Your babysitter is being treated at the hospital. We have officers combing the area."

Kofi did not hear the rest of what the officer said. His mind was on his son. Someone had taken his son. He slowly sank to the ground and cried. Jeff tried his best to comfort him.

Hunter, Mark, and John made it to the home several hours later. Hunter ran into the living room where Jeff held Kofi.

The young man looked up to his lover. "Hunter..."

"Baby..." breathed Hunter as he took Kofi into his arms.

"Our son's gone. Someone took our baby."

"We'll get him back."

Mark looked on as he sank down into a chair. John went to Jeff's side and hugged him.

…

Mike and Randy stayed in their hotel room waiting for word from Mark. They worried for the baby boy as well as for Kofi. Both men watched as Damon tried to crawl but fell onto his side.

"He is so cute," Randy breathed as he rubbed his stomach.

"That he is," Mike replied. "You'll have a baby one day, Randy. He'll or she'll be as perfect and cute as their parents."

Randy smirked. "Thank you."

Damon rolled onto his back and kicked his legs and waved his arms as he giggled.

"What is he trying to do?" Randy wandered.

"I don't know. He's in his own little world," Mike replied. "Randy...what was my nephew's name?"

The older man swallowed and closed his eyes.

"I would like to know, Randy. I love you and I want to help you through your pain."

"I know." He kissed Mike's temple. "Robert...Robert Deleon Jacobs."

"That's a nice name."

"Thanks."

Mike hugged his friend. Randy pulled him onto his lap and they both went back to watching Damon. The baby rolled back onto his stomach and got back onto his hands and knees. He rocked back and forth several times before falling onto his butt. He sat up and clapped his hands.

"You think I'll be a good Daddy, Mikey?" Randy asked.

"Of course," Mike said. "I see how you are with Damon. You'll be awesome."

Randy smirked.

Damon giggled and got back onto his hands and knees. He rocked back and forth again until he started to crawl. Randy and Mike watched in awe. It was slow going, but Damon made it to the coffee table and sat down. He reached up for Mike's phone.

"No, baby," Mike said. "You can't have Daddy's phone."

For Whom the Bells Toll sounded. Mike quickly answered it. "Hi, Papa. How's everything?"

At the mention of Papa, Damon smiled and giggled. He reached up. Mike made a face at him.

"No word yet about Kyle?"

"Nothing yet."

"Okay. How's Kofi and Hunter?"

"Kofi went for a walk and Hunter is worried out of his mind."

"I wish I was there with you guys."

"I know, baby."

"Your son wants to talk to you." Mike climbed out of Randy's lap and sat next to his son. He placed his phone on speaker and held the phone up.

"Hey, Damon!"

Damon laughed and clapped his hands. He reached for the phone and took it within his small hands. He started to gum the device.

"Damon, no!" Mike retrieved his phone from his son's mouth.

Randy and Mark laughed as Mike wiped the spit off.

"You don't put it in your mouth, sweetie," Mike explained.

Damon started to cry as he reached for it once more.

"No, sweetheart."

"Sounds like you have your hands full. I'll call you later. Bye, Damon!"

Randy came to the rescue and scooped his nephew up onto his arms. He made raspberries on his stomach. Damon giggled loudly.

…

Kofi walked the park, searching for clues or anything. He felt so alone and hurt. His baby was gone and there was nothing that he can do. He sat on a park bench crying. "Kyle..."

"Sweetheart?" Hunter called.

Kofi looked up at him.

Hunter slowly made his way to his lover. "I got worried and came looking for you."

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Hunter hugged the young man and kissed his temple. "We'll get him back. I know we will."

"I hope so. He's everything to me."

"I know, darling."

Both men sat in each other's arms minds troubled and hearts troubled. They were unaware of eyes watching them, eyes that glistened with tears.

"Hunter?" a voice called.

Both men looked to it.

"What are you doing here, Shawn?" Hunter asked.

"I heard what happened and came to see if there was anything that I could do," HBK replied.

"There's nothing you can do," Kofi replied. "The police are handling it."

Shawn nodded. He hated to see his Hunter sad, but most of all, he hated the thought of someone kidnapping his ex-boyfriend's first born child.

Hunter's phone vibrated. "Hi, Mark. A what came in? We'll be right there."

"What?" Kofi asked.

"A ransom note came in."

Kofi stood. "Let's go. I want my son back. I need our son back."

"We'll get him back. I promise we'll get him back."