Title: Make It Better

Rated: M (Mature)

Genre(s): Romance/Hurt/Comfort

Pair(s): Jericho/Phil, John/Mike

Summary: Sequel to Please, Don't Leave Me. Chris has finally pushed Phil too far. After his actions on Raw, it seems that there is no way for him to redeem himself in Phil's eyes. Is there any way to make it better?

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, besides my OCs.

Warning: Slash, Mentioned Mpreg

Part: 13/13

A/N: Well, this is the last chapter. This was my project for so long… I don't know what I am going to do without it! Oh well. Maybe I'll find another couple and dissect their storyline…

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It was the Monday after Extreme Rules. Chris had been true to his word and had not mentioned alcohol once, nor had he brutally attacked Phil's body… or his mind. The two had confronted the Board of Directors about the incident with John Laurinaitis, who had been fired immediately and had charges pending for assault. However, the other two attackers had never been found. Even with the clip from the surveillance video, it had been much too dark to make out more than the backs of their heads and the outline of their bodies.

Now, Phil lay curled in Chris' arms, the other man tenderly kissing the crown of his head as he iced the bruises on the smaller man's ribs. Phil's ribs had taken the brunt of the assault when Chris had found him two weeks back, and now they were littered with bruises once more. He felt bad, sure, but he knew that they didn't hurt nearly as much as they did when that mass rested on them. A small smile formed when Phil shivered from the touch of the cold compress. The pale body cowered closer to him for warmth.

"Chris?" Phil asked after a moment of silence, his olive eyes carefully looking over his husband to read his current emotions. "There's something that I need to tell you."

Immediately, Chris was overcome with concern. He drew the smaller man closer and slowly rocked him back and forth. "What's the matter, baby? Did someone hurt you?"

"No. No, I'm fine. Absolutely fine." Phil quickly assured him.

"Then what's the matter?" Chris asked.

Slowly, Phil looked down at his flat stomach. Shortly after the attack, he had been to see the doctor to check-in and see how his body was recouperating – basically, to make sure that his body was ready to take on the stress of Extreme Rules. He had mentioned that he hadn't been feeling one-hundred percent, and the doctor had run some… rather unusual tests. And now, he had the most wonderful news to tell Chris. But how would Chris take it? Would Chris want to be with him if he knew?

Phil was silent for a moment, which only served to make Chris more worried. Finally, he asked: "How do you feel about children?"

Confused, Chris asked: "What do you mean?"

"I mean… theoretically, of course… would you want children? Maybe a little boy that we could name after you, or a little girl with your eyes? Have you ever thought about it?" Phil ranted.

"Philly…" he kissed the smaller man's forehead. "Of course I want children. And the fact that they'd be with you? They'd be perfect, Philly. Perfect."

"What if I said that we could have one?" Phil muttered softly.

"You mean…" Chris trailed off, almost unable to believe it.

"Yeah." Phil nodded slowly. "We're gonna have a baby."

Immediately, Chris drew Phil into his arms and kissed him so hard that it stole both of their breath away. Phil's eyes widened in shock, before they slowly slid closed and he melted into the enthusiastic embrace. He loved this man so much… how could he ever have doubted that he loved him as well? And now, their little family was going to be complete. Everything was perfect. Chris slowly drew back, and Phil's eyes opened. They exchanged a look, before Phil's eyes fell on his bare hand. Well… almost perfect.

Chris seemed to understand what we going through the ravenette's mind, as he reached into his pocket and pulled out the ring. It was the same ring that Phil had thrown at him almost two months ago. Tears budded in the soft, olive eyes as Chris tenderly took his hand and slid the ring on. And then he kissed each individual knuckle, the palm of his hand, and the back of his hand. He tried to convey how much he loved the other man, that he wanted to be with him forever, and that nothing else would ever come between them. And it worked.

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"Johnny?" Mike slowly pushed the door open to his boyfriend's locker room and welcomed himself inside. It was cold and dark, but he could make out the large form of his boyfriend on the couch.

John's eyes shot open and the familiar voice, which now trembled as if the owner was trying desperately to hold back tears. "Mikey?"

And then, the form raced through the darkness and threw itself into John's arms. The Cenation Hero was forced back into the couch, the furniture item almost toppling over under the combined weight of both of the wrestlers. He felt the brunette tremble in his arms, his tears soaking his shirt. So he gently rocked the smaller man back and forth, whispering sweet nothings into his ear to try and calm him. He didn't think that he had ever seen the brunette in such a state of disarray. It unsettled him.

"I'm so sorry, Johnny." Mike's voice trembled as he spoke, but he tried desperately to hold himself together. "I should have never said those things to you. I've been miserable without you. So please… please take me back."

"Shh…" John slowly stroked the loose brown hairs. "Shh… its okay."

"No, it's not!" Mike insisted. "I hurt you. I wanted to hurt you. But it broke me too…"

"Shh…" John just continued to shush him until he quieted down. "I love you, baby-boy. Nothing is ever going to change that, do you understand? We just hit a little roadblock, that's all. We're fine now."

"Really?" Mike asked uncertainly.

"Really." John assured him.

"I love you too, John." Mike leaned forward, and the two shared a heated kiss. The rest of the world was forgotten around them.

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A/N: And that's the story! So, who do you think I should write about next? I need inspiration!

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