Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, other than Brielle and Lilly.
Rated: M
Warning(s): Slash, Het, Dub-Con, Exotic Dancing, Stripping, etc.

The next day, Adam was back at the club. He was all alone, other than a few other dancers that he didn't know too well. After Phil had been confirmed to be three months into his pregnancy, Jeff had decided to take the week of to try and reconnect with his boyfriend. That, and the fact that his older brother was due in town any day now. And as JoMo entered into his third trimester, Vince had insisted that he take his maternity leave. Just in case.

Adam was scheduled to be on with Tyson Kidd. Adam couldn't help but feel bad for the poor kid. After his encounter with Brock Lesnar, he had had to have fifteen stitches and take two weeks off. But somehow, the little man had cracked into the hard shell of The Beast. Every day of his recovery, Brock was at Tyson's bedside. He had even offered to cover Tyson's medical bills. And thus, a rocky and somewhat uncomfortable love affair started.

Adam didn't ask. To be honest, he didn't want to know. He was just thankful that The Beast had been taken off of the streets and he didn't have to worry about him anymore. So, Adam looked over his reflection in the mirror. Eve had went out and purchased him new leather pants (he didn't tell her what had happened to them and she didn't ask) and a flash black bow-tie. His fluffy blond hair was pulled back with a thick, brown rubber band.

There was a knock on the door. Adam tore himself away from his reflection and answered it. "Hello?"

Randy stood on the other side, a look of adorable nervousness on his face. "Um… hey. Eve let me back here and… wow, this is a lot more embarrassing than I originally thought that it would be."

Adam chuckled. "C'mon, it can't be that bad…" Randy leveled him with a stare and Adam relented. "Unless, of course, it's from Jeff. Then it could be downright traumatizing."

"Jeff… um… he told Phil to give me these… so that I could give them to you. Here! Take them!" Randy practically tossed the item into his arms like they had burned him.

A dark blush tainted Adam's cheeks as he saw the label. The box read 'Edible Underwear'. "Holy hell…"

Randy cleared his throat and tried to look anywhere other than Adam. "Exactly what I said."

"Well, Jeff must be feeling better. Good. Now I won't feel so bad for having to crush his face in for this." Adam smiled sadistically as he tossed the box onto the nearby couch.

"I'd pay a lot of money to see that." Randy told him with a shy smile. "You may have to make a video of it. It could go viral on YouTube."

Adam chuckled. "Yeah, it could." Eve signaled for him to come out on the stage. "Well, that's my call. Do you… Do you want to hang out after the show? I mean, only if you want to, of course."

Randy ruffled Adam's soft blond locks and smiled. "Sounds great, cutie." And then, he kissed Adam's forehead. Before Adam could comment on the 'cutie' remark, Randy had vanished to find a seat.

Adam wasn't sure whether he should be embarrassed by Jeff's rather… odd present, or if he should be thankful. After all, if his relationship with Randy continued to have this kind of upward climb, maybe he would have a need for them in the near future. But for now, he didn't want to ruin the good thing that he had going for him. He really liked Randy, but he didn't want to push him into something too fast.

Adam walked out onto the stage, followed closely by Tyson Kidd. Tyson was sporting a rather large, extremely obvious hickey on his tanned shoulder. His stormy eyes flickered from the bruised flesh, to Adam, and then out to the crowd. Adam just shook it off. He couldn't let other people influence his life. He had a mission, and that was to earn money to be able to pay John Cena back for his loan. And for that goal, he would do the best damn show of his life.

Chris Jericho stood at Brielle's bedside. He stared down at the sweet little child, who was covered in several different wires that connected her to various machines that currently kept her alive. She needed to heal from her operation and that would take time, Chris understood that. But Chris also believed that if Adam had only behaved better when he was pregnant with her, if he had taken better care of her, than she wouldn't have needed that operation.

Adam was a slut, a needy little whore. For the first three months, before he even realized that he was pregnant with Brielle, he drank steadily at the club. He gave men lap dances and never held a relationship for more than a few days. Chris could be so much of a better father to Brielle than Adam ever could. But he never had a chance to be her father. That chance had been taken away from him before she was even born.

Chris took a seat beside her bed and took her little hand. Her little hand, which barely even covered the palm of his own. She looked so much like Adam, it almost hurt to look at her. But, soon enough, that wouldn't matter. He had already filed his motion for full custody of Brielle, and when the court saw all of the evidence that he had built against Adam, they would have no choice but to grant him full custody of the small child.

"Hush, my sweet little baby." Chris smiled down at her, even as she slumbered on, lost in her own little world. "Soon enough, you'll be safely with your Daddy. And the bad man will never hurt you again…"