Title: The Voices

Rated: M (Mature)

Genre(s): Romance/Angst

Pair(s): Randy/Adam, 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: 20/20 – Epilogue: Heath's Funeral

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"When I first met Heath, he was a loudmouthed addition to the WWE roster. He stole my heart without much effort. But he was conflicted, heartbroken over the recent loss of his mother, and unsure of his future with the WWE. My heart went out to him, without a doubt. I tried to teach him what I knew about the business, but what he achieved he did on his own. And despite his rather caustic remarks on the mike, he was one of the most wonderful men one could ever wish to know. It was my honor to be able to call him my husband,

"We have three beautiful children – Jason Jr., Derek James, and Isabelle Christine Reso. Unfortunately, an accident took our third baby from us before we could even hold her in our arms. She would have been beautiful. I know this, because she would have looked exactly like Heath. In the words of my best friend, who I asked to come here today for moral support, God needed another angel. And he didn't want someone as precious and innocent as Isabelle to be lonely, so he took Heath with her. And even if it hurts, they're in a better place now. I know that Isabelle is watching over Heath, and she is watching over all of us,

"In the end, I don't have to wonder if Heath loved me. To see the look on his face as he carried Isabelle for six months, to hear him talk to her, to hear him thank me for allowing him another chance to be a father – that is how I know that he loved me. If there would be one thing that I would change, I would tell him to not contest that match. I know that he wouldn't listen to me, but still. I can't help but feel as if I'm a little bit responsible for how all of this played out, at least in that aspect. All I can say is that I love you, Heath. I always will. You've earned this rest. And soon enough, we'll be together again."

Jay touched a hand to the coffin in respect, before he laid a rose on the wooden surface and walked off.

MEANWHILE

Jeff opened his eyes for the first time in over a week, looking around the room hesitantly. The first thing he noticed was that his stomach had flattened out and he couldn't feel the baby anymore. Anxiety rose in him as he tried to figure out what had occurred, now frantic. But a soothing hand on his shoulder calmed him. The infection in his brain had cleared and Jeff was one-hundred percent healthy, or at least on his way. And after a brief talk with the doctor, Phil had been cleared to bring the baby in so that Jeff could hold her for the first time. Jeff's emerald eyes widened and he smiled behind his oxygen mask.

Phil handed her over to him and watched as he nuzzled her close to his body. "Her name's Lauren. She's our little miracle." Jeff smiled at the name. "I'm so sorry that I didn't see the signs that you were sick, baby. You seriously risked your health and I wish it didn't come down to you almost dying to realize that." Phil said.

Jeff averted his eyes. He couldn't talk because he still needed the constant flow of oxygen to remain conscious.

"Look at me, Jeff." The Enigma did as he was told and looked at the younger ravenette. "I'm not mad at you. How could I be, when you delivered a healthy baby that takes my breath away every time that I look at her?"

Jeff shook his head. He didn't know what to think.

Phil locked eyes with Jeff once more. "If there's anything I learned from watching Jay and Heath, it's that you can't take a single moment in life for granted. Anything and everything can change in an instant, and there's no time machine to take you back to fix it. We need to cherish everything. And I know that I wouldn't want to spend eternity with anyone but you."

Jeff smiled as Phil planted a soft kiss on his forehead, before he pulled the chair in closer and tickled the baby's belly. Words could not express how much he loved his little family and how thankful he was that they had come into his life. He would, quite honestly, be lost without them. And he was sure that it was the same for Jeff. The future ahead of the two men looked bright and, as Phil cast a side glance at his husband happily playing with their week-old baby, he knew that there would be several more children lighting their future.

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Randy knocked harshly on the hardwood door. It was cold and windy and altogether just plain hell, and all he wanted was to head inside and close his eyes, pretending like all of this was just a dark, dismal memory. He clutched his suitcase tight to his body, the only possessions inside those that had been in the car when he had first traveled to jump off of the bridge. Other than that, he had nothing more than the shirt, pants, and shoes that he currently had on. Not that he would need it where he planned on going. But still…

A few seconds later, the door opened and a familiar face stared down at him. The face that haunted his nightmares. "You were right. I am a monster. I don't deserve Adam's love. I only deserve you."

A slow smirk spread across Wade's face. He took a fistful of Randy's shirt and yanked him inside, before he slammed the door closed behind him. "Let me show you exactly what you deserve, you little bitch."

The suitcase fell out of Randy's hand as Wade violently tore Randy's shirt off of his skin. And the cycle started all over again…

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A/N: And that's it folks! If there's enough demand for it, I can write a sequel. Just let me know!