Title: The Voices

Rated: M (Mature)

Genre(s): Romance/Angst

Pair(s): Randy/Adam, Kane/Randy, Wade/Randy, Jay/Heath, Phil/Jeff, etc.

Summary: Randy has been keeping a secret from Adam, and it is threatening to destroy their relationship. What is that secret? And when all is out in the open, will their love survive?

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

Warning: Slash, Violence, Mpreg

Part: 11/? - Accidents

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It had been ten minutes since Jay had won the Royal Rumble, which would allow him a shot at either Cody or Santino's title. However, Jay didn't care about that. The blond could vividly remember the moment when his husband had been eliminated from the match. Heath had landed badly and several of the other men involved had mentioned that there was blood involved. It made the blond's stomach twist uncomfortably to think about it. Heath shouldn't have even been near the arena, but the GM had insisted.

Heath had broken the six month mark, which meant that he was officially on maternity leave. But the GM had to force one last match in. The fact that the GM would throw Heath into a match where the objective was to throw your enemies over the top rope and onto the concrete floor showed his complete disrespect for the health of his wrestlers. Heath shouldn't have to lose his baby because John Laureinitis was an asshole. And if he did lose the baby, Jay knew who to blame.

Slowly, the blond entered their locker room. It was the last place left to check. He found his beautiful red-head curled in the corner, his knees drawn close to his chest and tears slowly rolling down his cheeks. "Heath?"

"It's too late." Heath said, his voice hollow and void of emotion. "I can't… I can't feel her anymore."

The blond wasn't sure what he should do. So he fell to his knees beside the smaller man and tucked his arms around him. "Shh… it's okay, babe. C'mon, let it out."

Heath choked back a sob. "It's my fault. I should've been more careful."

"No, baby, no… it's not your fault. You didn't make that match, did you?" Jay tried to comfort him.

"I loved her so much, even if she wasn't here yet. I even bought her this obnoxiously frilly dress that would've looked so beautiful on her. And now I can't even hold her. I'll never be able to hold her…" Heath sobbed.

Gently, Jay rest his hand on Heath's still-swollen abdomen. "She knew how much you loved her, baby. How could she not? She knew your voice better than anyone else's."

"I should've been more careful. I should've done more to defend her. She would be healthy if I'd -,"

Jay leaned forward and kissed Heath softly. "It's not your fault. I don't blame you and I know that she wouldn't either. It wasn't your fault, so don't blame yourself." Jay consoled him tenderly. "Do you want me to take you to the hospital?"

"N-No." Heath shook his head. "I know that I need to go. I know that I need to -," his hands wrapped around his abdomen protectively. "It can wait until after your match."

"If you're sure -,"

"I'm sure." Heath cut him off.

Jay nodded, before he rose from his knees and cast one last look down at his beloved husband. He looked so small, trembling with poorly restrained emotions as he clutched at his abdomen. He made a mental note to be extremely careful with Cody, who was seven and a half months. His contract expressly stated that he couldn't leave for maternity leave until he dropped his title. But the longer he stayed out in the ring, the more dangerous it was to both him and his unborn son.

He resolved to hold Heath for as long as he needed to be held after all of this was over. And, he didn't care if he would be fired for it, he was fully prepared to tear that prick a new one for daring to hurt his husband. The poor red-head had loved that baby so much… Jay's heart broke to see him like this. He had loved the baby too, more than words could ever say. But only one of them could break down so totally at a time. Once Heath couldn't see, he would allow his emotions to show. Until then, he would be strong for his baby.

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Randy's prognosis was bleak. The doctor said that he had gone into cardiac arrest when he had taken that fifty-foot dive into the icy cold river, and the actual impact had filled his lungs with so much water that they had actually stopped working. This was the reason that he was on the ventilator. He was currently in a medically induced coma to keep him from realizing the full extent of his pain, from which Adam had two options. He could allow Randy the chance to come to and pull out of the situation himself, or he could pull the plug.

The doctor left him with those words. Adam looked down at the muscular man on those stark white sheets. He loved this man so much, and he instantly knew that there would be no way that he could choose to end him. He knew that, somewhere, the Randy that had swept him off his feet still resided. If he could draw him out, maybe he could restore that will in him to wake up. It was a risk, but when had Adam ever played it safe? He needed Randy. Kimberly needed Randy. There were no two ways about it.

"Hold on, baby." Adam leaned down and kissed Randy's forehead. "We'll be together again soon. And then nothing will ever keep us apart again. But, before that, I need to talk to someone."

As Adam walked out of the room, he could've sworn that he saw the corner of Randy's mouth twitch up in the smallest of smirks…

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