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 Nineteen

Hunter, Kofi, and Shawn made it back to Hunter's resident. The police were there examining the note while the other men sat in the living room waiting.

"What did the note say?" Kofi asked Mark.

"The kidnappers want a hundred million for the safe return of your son," Mark replied. "You have two days to gather the money."

Kofi looked to Hunter. "Do we have that much? Is there any way we can get that?"

"I'm not sure, sweetie. I'll get in contact with my accountant," Hunter replied.

"What if we can't get the hundred million? What are they going to do to Kyle? What are they going to do to my baby?"

"Baby, sweetie," Hunter cooed as he took the frightened young man into his arms. "Please, calm down. Everything's going to be okay. We'll get the money, don't worry."

"If you can't get the money, I can help," Shawn quietly said.

Everyone looked at him.

"I can liquidate some assets and sell some of my gun collection. It's the least I can do," Shawn explained. "I may not like the fact that you two are together, but I don't like seeing you hurt, Hunter. I'll do anything to make you happy."

"Thank you, Shawn," Hunter said. "I'll be right back."

The police talked to Mark about the procedures and getting the FBI involved because it was a high profile case. Mark understood it all and went to tell Kofi. The young man sat, numb to everything. He held onto Kyle's teddy bear.

Shawn wandered the house, taking in the pictures of Hunter, Kofi, Kyle. Hunter is so happy with him. They have a beautiful son.

Shawn sniffed. He made it to the babysitter's room. The door was open and he looked in. He let his eyes take in the modest room and sighed. He wanted to do more to help his friend. He had to do something, anything. Shawn turned to leave and his eyes caught something. He looked to the floor close to the bed. There was something odd with the carpet.

Shawn cocked his head to the side and went over. He ran his hands over the carpet and found that he could lift it up.

"Odd," he breathed.

He discovered that the padding underneath were also cut to be lifted up. He felt the boards underneath were loose. He pried them up and found a box. The older man took the box out and took the lid off. His eyes grew wide.

"Well son-of-a-bitch!" Shawn stood up and went to Mark.

The large man looked at him as Shawn handed him the box. Mark went through it and nodded. He went to the police officer and gave him the object. He too went through it.

"Where did you find this?" he asked.

"The babysitter's room," Shawn replied.

"Why were you in there?"

"Trying to think of what I could do to help. The door was opened and so I just peeked in. I noticed that the carpet was loose and took a look."

The police officer nodded. "Mr. Kingston?"

Kofi looked up at him.

"How long have you known your babysitter?"

"Not long. She's only been with us for about a month. We got her through an agency. She was highly recommended. Why? What's going on?"

"Don't worry, sir. I'm not going to make you a promise, but I can guarantee that your son will be back to you safe and sound." The officer left.

"Mark, what's going on?" Kofi asked.

"Seems like your babysitter might be involved," Mark explained. "Good job, Shawn."

He just nodded. "Thank me again when Kyle is safe here at home."

Kofi stared at the older blond and gave a weak smile.

Hunter came back and sighed.

Kofi went to him and hugged him. "Kyle's coming home."

"Sweetheart..."Hunter began.

"Hunt, you need to listen," Shawn said and explained everything.

Jeff and John looked at each other and shook their heads. How could anyone be so cruel and kidnap a child for money? Without telling each other, they came to a decision that if they were to have kids, a family member would watch after their child or Jeff would retire.

"Son-of-a-bitch!" Hunter explained. "I can't believe this. I just can't believe this! We trusted her."

Kofi went to his boyfriend and hugged him. "He's coming home, baby. That's all that matters."

Hours later, an unharmed, dirty, and cranky Kyle was reunited with his dads. Kofi instantly bathed his son, dressed in him in his blue pajamas, and fed him. Hunter and Kofi stood over their son, hearts filled with love and relief.

Shawn, Mark, John, and Jeff left them alone to bond with their son.

"I'm glad that he's back," Kofi breathed.

Hunter nodded.

"You think he'll remember this?"

"I hope not."

"Me too." Kofi bit his bottom lip. "Shawn can come to the wedding."

"What?"

"Shawn can come to the wedding."

Hunter smiled. "Thank you."

…

Wedding day came. Kofi sat in the dressing room nervous as hell. Kyle was dressed in a suit and smiled at his father. Kofi giggled and smiled down at his son.

"Am I doing the right thing, baby?" Kofi asked.

Kyle laughed and Father chuckled.

A knock came to the door.

"Come in," Kofi said.

Shawn entered and gave a brief smile.

The young man stiffened.

"Nervous?"

Kofi nodded.

"Don't be. Hunter loves you and wants to make you happy. He's pacing the other room wondering if he can make you happy."

"He does make me happy."

"I know he does." Shawn came closer. "Listen. I'm sorry."

"It's okay. I didn't expect to fall in love with him. It just happened."

"I know...and you gave him a beautiful son."

"You...you want to hold him?"

"I would like that."

Kofi picked his son up out of his capsule and handed him to Shawn. The older man smiled down at him. Kyle's brown eyes grew wide as he stared at the man. He reached up and grabbed a hold of Shawn's hair.

"Ow!" Shawn said. "Ow, ow, ow."

"He does that a lot to Hunter," Kofi explained.

"I bet." He gently pried the fingers open and pushed his hair back.

Another knock came.

"Yes?" Kofi called.

"It's time," an usher said.

"Okay."

Kofi took his son and placed him back into the capsule.

"I'll take him out there," Shawn offered.

"Thanks."

Shawn took the capsule and went to his seat next to John and Jeff, who had baby Damon in his own capsule. He placed Kyle beside Damon, who reached out for the other boy.

Mark and Glenn stood on the groom's side with a very nervous looking Hunter. Randy and Mike walked down the aisle and stood on the "bride's" side. Soon, Kofi made his way toward Hunter. The older man smiled when he saw his husband-to-be.

At the reception, Mike had the babies sitting together in their high chairs. Damon tried to feed Kyle his apple sauce via his hand but ended up smearing the food all over Kyle's face. The adults laughed at the sight.

"Thank you for watching Kyle for us," Kofi said.

"Not a problem," Mike replied. "I think Damon likes him."

"Let's dance," Hunter said as he pulled his new husband onto the floor.

Glenn grinned at Randy, who nodded. John and Jeff followed them.

Mike laid his head onto Mark's shoulder. "Mark, I have a question for you."

"Okay."

"We could have gotten an annulment anytime, right? I mean...there wasn't any need to check everything out, correct?"

Mark smirked. "Yeah...we could have."

Mike smiled and nodded.

"Are you mad at me for lying?"

"No. Of course, I don't know about your brother nor Randy."

Mark laughed.

He looked to his son, who was fell asleep in his seat. "Poor thing."

Mike chuckled. He cleaned Damon's face and hands while Mark did the same for Kyle. He held the boy, whose gaze was on the dance-floor.

"There's your daddies, bud," Mark cooed.

"Mark," Mike began, "do you want more kids?"

"One day...one day."