The familiar humming reduced his panic.

He stuck his face out from the shower stall, fumbled for a towel.

'Heyyyy, JC.'

'Out of conditioner?'

'Actually this is more of an emergency.'

The dancing slowed to a light tapping. 'Really bad?'

'I hope not...it's...well, how fast can you run?'

'Not very but in this case, I'll go gazelle.'

Johnny snatched Jinder's hands on the way out, pulling him along, something to laugh about between pains, Jinder's twisted up puzzled expression.

And who knew? Maybe they were an item, or becoming one. though Jind DID have a stripper chickie who could do some creative things involving balloons and her orifices.

that was something to ponder another time, the possible crush on JC's side mainly, as another knife stab gut wrench ache shot through him.

Give the kids credit, they could cause pain worse than anyone else.

JC and Jind weren't there, thankfully, since this would be an explanation and a half to give to humans.

He'd mildly fibbed, saying he had a stomach virus and would be okay later on.

Kane arrived second, barely tied with Wade for first, who'd bowled him over rushing into the hotel room, face hard stone and sheer panic.

Justin was there, one to be grateful to see and Drew(thanks, Brother!) also by his side, smiling and holding his hand.

From the smell and the dust in their hair, Heath knew they'd been having sex BENEATH the ring again but was too busy with controlling his breathing to comment.

He did his best to not show ache, mostly for Wade's sake who seemed on the verge of a major heart malfunction.

Not freaking out was difficult, what with all the blood streming from his slitted pouch.

Kane's huge hands were there, helping guide a tiny tiny pink bald head out, then amazingly another.

Impossibly micro small, pink, hairless and squeaking.

'Mice?!' Wade's mouth was a pretzel of disdain.

'Bats.' Kane corrected, then spoke the species genus name.

'Oh.' Wade sat back. 'British bats, of course.'

'And right in time for your birthday!' Heath commented but lay still.

'Yeah, that's your luck, you ALWAYS win.' Justin growled and Drew nudged him, shaking his head.

'Okay, everyone shut up, don't fight now.' Heath closed his eyes. 'Both boys? Girls?'

'One of each.' Another Kane answer.

'Like we wanted.' Wade spoke and Justin snarled more and Drew sighed. Here we go again, dammit.

'Lucy and Jack.'

'Wonderful names. Anything you'd like, my darling.'

'Shaun of the Dead in a Speedo.' Heath quipped and spotted Wade's frown. 'What? He's hawt.'

'You and your fetish for accents...ah well, got us THIS far.' Wade ignoed Justin's envious Were tantrums and felt bad for Drew, pushed aside again.

'I'm worn to the...the Corre.'

'Then we leave and let you rest.' Kane stood up.

'YOU can go, I'M staying, I'm not leaving my wifesband and children.' Wade snapped at the grin behind the mask.

'We'll ALL stay.' Drew decided. 'But be very quiet.'

'Cause we're hunting damn rabbits.' Justin joked and sat right against Drew, bringing his smile back.

They stayed silent, mainly unmoving, one by one fell asleep in the chairs.

Only one, the upcoming birthday Brit didn't shut his eyes more than a blink.

Remained near the bed, holding both hands in one of his, watching his extremely small bat offspring sleep along with his beloved.

Eyes wide open, damp and bright,huge, to match the large smile.