'Men can't give birth.' Long legs tried to find a comfortable place to stretch out surrounded by charts, diagrams and stacks of paper. 'And you should have this area cleaned.' Wade scolded.

'Because its a fire hazard, yeah, I knew that already.' Kane scribbled more on his paper, smiled and glanced around. 'Now as for our expecting snack treat-'

'He's not OURS, he's MINE, nothing for you, vile pervert and STOP calling him snack!'

'Jealousy, such a beautiful emotion.'

'I'm NOT envious of you!'

'Riiiiiight.'

'I'm not.'

'You are correct.'

'I always am.'

'HUMAN males don't pop out babies, however, supernatural beings...'

'Oh no.' Wade covered his face, hands up, headache moving in on him.

'And these aren't going to be human babies either.'

Hands dropped and one baffled Brit glanced from Heath to Kane to back to his idiot spouse, where his gaze stayed, mostly because he preferred the pumpkins in that patch far more.

'What ARE they then?! You two seem to be more knowledgeable about all this.'

'I have a pouch.' Heath began and was halted with a glare.

'A POUCH?!'

'Like a sea horse.'

'A seahorse.' Wade replied, beginning to feel dizzy. 'How did you grow a pouch?'

'You're the marine biologist, you tell me.'

'I feel sick.' then green eyes locked onto eyes of two different shades of blue. 'Wait a bit, he CAN'T be pregnant, he's had some hard hits in the ring!'

'That's what the meds I've been giving him are for.' Kane beamed.

'The powder I've been drinking mixed with water, squishy butt.' Heath explained.

Wade scowled, still weak. He despised being called 'squishy butt' or for that matter, any ridiculous nickname.

'Plus the pouch protects them.'

'So why did you do this?! Besides to try to charm MY husband into your bed?!'

The blue in Kane's eyes turned more grey.

'Because I once believed a woman really loved me, but she betrayed me by murdering my child,yet born.'

'Oh.'

'And I decided as much as want to become a father, I'd trust only myself to carry the child.'

'Makes perfect sense. And I suppose loud mouth here wants to reproduce also.'

'Duuuuh.' the same loud mouth beside him, annoying enough to want to give a good swat at, yet loveable enough to long to hold forever,keeping warm and smiling.

'Urr, yes, how...urm...far along?'

'Around the time you recently got new entrance music for the bazillionth time.'

'You're sure?'

'Yes! Remember you couldn't get your 'booms' right and I helped you and then you said I'll teach YOU about good rhythm and things went from there.'

'I'm flabbergasted.'

Kane beamed.

'Plus you were in jeans with no shirt, like in your return promos and you know how that heats me up.'

'I still feel sick.'

Kane's smile curled around to touch the inside of his white ski mask.

'You don't WANT to be a parent?! Because I'm NOT going to rid myself of them!'

'Actually I'd love to, this is at this time, plenty to think about.'

'Yeah,sorry about dumping it on you all at once.'

'It's okay and I'll gladly be father to our offspring. I just hope-'

'Boy and girl?'

'That they don't look or sound anything like you.'

Kane's smile pulsed, vibrations, into loud laughter.

Mission accomplished.

For starters.