Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, other than Brielle.
Rated: M
Warning(s): Slash, Het, Mpreg, Stripping, Exotic Dancing, Abuse, Domestic Violence, Child Abuse, etc.

Once he had calmed Adam down somewhat, he led Adam back to the hotel. The blond was absolutely destroyed over the fact that Brielle had dismissed him so cruelly. It was hard to think that a little child's words could break a man's heart like that. But he didn't want to dwell on that. If he allowed Adam to see that it bothered him, then it would continue to weigh down Adam's mind. And Adam needed to be at one-hundred percent for his baby. She was all that he had in this cruel, heartless world. And he needed her to anchor him and keep him sane.

He helped the sweet blond into the bed and drew the blankets up to his chin. The blond stirred momentarily, but then he settled down. Randy leaned down and brushed a kiss over his forehead, brushing the soft blond tendrils away from his face. He couldn't believe that he had been so blessed as to have someone like Adam come into his life. But he knew that it was a privilege he couldn't take advantage of. He had one chance at this. If he screwed himself over, he would have nobody to blame but himself. He prayed that it would never make it that far.

After Adam had settled down and he was certain that he wouldn't wake anytime soon, Randy slid off of the other side of the bed and made his way over to the window. It overlooked the busy street below, and across street, he could make out the blurry form of the hospital. Brielle was in one of those rooms, and the only reason that she was in the hospital was her bastard of a father – who wasn't actually her father. Without wasting another minute, he reached into his pocket and took out his phone. He dialed the number that he had taken from Adam's phone.

"Hello, you've reached the practice of Reso and Storm. To leave a message with your lawyer, please press 'one'. To arrange a meeting with your lawyer, please press 'two'. To locate our nearest office, please press 'three'…"

Randy pressed one. He then clearly pronounced 'Jason Reso'. After a moment, the machine beeped to let him know that it was ready to receive the message. "Hello, Mr. Reso. My name is Randy Orton. You don't know me, but trust me when I say that I know about you. Your client, Adam Copeland, is currently under my care. In fact, he's the reason that I called.

"You see, we need to talk. I'll admit that I haven't known Adam for very long. But in the time that I have known him, I've gotten to know one thing. His daughter, Brielle, she means the world to him. Without her, he's nothing. And right about now, she's rotting in a hospital room because that bastard, Chris Jericho, messed her mind up so badly she doesn't even remember Adam loves her.

"That's the reason that we need to talk. You see, Mr. Reso, I sincerely hope that you have every intention of bringing your best A-game to court. This bastard doesn't deserve to get away with almost murdering his child. And Adam deserves to finally be happy. I would hope that you would agree. But I won't know that until I can finally meet with you face to face.

"So let me make this very clear. We'll meet tomorrow, twelve noon, inside of the hotel's café. You don't have a choice in the matter. This isn't your battle. Just like both Adam and I, you're a pawn. And the Queen is Brielle. She needs to be protected at all costs. Because, without her, it's practically game over." And, with that, he ended the call.

Turning back to the bed, he was thankful to find that Adam hadn't woken up. Silently, he stripped out of his clothes and changed into his pajamas. And then, he slid into the other side of the bed. Adam barely waited until he was fully underneath the covers before he threw himself at him, curling into him as if he were a human pillow. Not that Randy minded to terribly. He knew that Adam would be mortified if he knew the truth, but actually, he found it rather adorable. He closed his eyes and fell into an easy slumber.

Adam cracked an eye open, allowing a small smile to form. Even if his heart was still heavy from Brielle's callous words, he knew that he was lucky to have someone like Randy in his life. Randy genuinely cared about him, which wasn't something he could say about a lot of people. He wanted to take care of him and Brielle, and maybe Adam wasn't so adverse to the idea. After all, Randy's kindness had only been beneficial so far. And somehow, Adam knew that Randy wouldn't hurt him. Carefully, he leaned down and kissed his cheek.

"Thank you." He whispered, before he settled down, still wrapped up in Randy's slightly smaller body, and fell asleep as well.

When Adam awoke, it was to a call from the hospital. Slowly, he rolled over and took hold of the phone. "Hello?"

"Mr. Copeland? This is Nurse White from the hospital. Your daughter, Brielle -," but that was all she was able to get out.

Adam swallowed hard, suddenly alert. He sat bolt upright in bed, the blankets twisting around his middle like a cocoon. "What about Brielle? Is she okay? Did she have another relapse? Oh God, I'll be there as soon as I can!"

He could almost hear the nurse smile. "No, Mr. Copeland. It isn't like that at all. Brielle is quite fine; I can assure you of that. The surgery to repair the torn valve in her heart was a success. But that's not the reason that I called."

Adam nodded, even though he knew full-well that she couldn't see it. "Well, then, if she's okay, then why did you call? Did… Did she ask for me?" There was a tiny shimmer of hope in his voice, but it was strangled.

"Actually, she did ask for you." The nurse said with a smile. "She said that you had been rather worried when you came in to see her, and she hadn't acted her best. She wanted me to call you and tell you that she would like to see you."

Adam was out of bed in a flash, not even realizing that Randy was no longer there. "I'll be there in ten minutes!"

"Mr. Copeland -," but before she could say another word, Adam ended the call.

Excitement bubbled in his chest as he hurried to dress himself. He was unsuccessful at locating any of his clothes, so he borrowed some from Randy. It was unlikely that the COO would realize that they were missing, after all. He selected a pair of jeans and a baggy white button down. It wasn't the most formal, but Brielle had seen him in worse. After stuffing his feet into some sneakers, he raced over to the dresser and grabbed the keys to his rental car. The action knocked the note that was underneath to the floor.

Adam didn't notice. He was too excited to notice. Hurriedly, he bound out of the hotel room and slammed the door closed behind him. Racing like a madman down the hallway, he stopped the nearest elevator and hit the button for the ground floor. It was as if he had suddenly awakened to a brand new world, because for once, the sneezing brat in the corner didn't bother him, the man smoking a cigarette next to the 'No Smoking' sign wasn't worth his time… No, all that mattered was Brielle. And he would find her.

He tumbled out of the elevator almost before the doors had opened wide enough for him to exit and took off in a sprint toward the parking lot. Immediately, he was able to locate his car in the front of the lot. He unlocked the door and slid inside, igniting the engine. Reversing at a speed that should be considered illegal, he powered out of the parking lot and sped across the street, oblivious to speed limits. The need for Brielle had increased tenfold and he just needed to be with her, needed to hold her, needed to tell her how much he loved her.

He parked the car haphazardly, stuffed the keys into his pocket, and ran inside. He didn't even bother with the elevator this time. It would take too much time. Taking the stairs by two, he was finally able to reach the floor where Brielle was being held. As he raced past the nurse's desk, he recognized the nurse that had called him and offered her a soft smile. She brushed it off. Anything to reunite such a deserving family. Adam had never been more grateful to anyone in his life. When he finally reached her door, he slowed somewhat. For the first time, he felt doubt.

But now was no time to doubt himself, because Brielle had seen him out in the hallway. She offered him a weak little smile. "Mommy?"

"Yes, baby. I'm here now. Do you… Do you want me here?" He asked weakly. When she nodded, he could've sworn that he felt his heart burst with joy. "You don't know how happy I was to get that call from Nurse White."

Brielle looked down at her hands. She didn't seem to share his excitement. "Mommy?"

"What is it, doll?" He asked as he brushed the blonde curls away from her face.

"I'm sorry that I was bad. I mean, I would have had to do something really bad for Mommy not to love me anymore, right?" Tears bubbled in her sweet blue eyes. "Is it because I let Daddy take me away?"

Adam's eyes widened. "No, sweetie, no. None of that is your fault, do you hear me? You couldn't have stopped him. Nobody could. He did what he did because some people… some people need to work on their self-control, that's all. You weren't bad at all, doll."

"Then… you're not mad at me?" There was pure, honest relief in her eyes. It almost made Adam want to sob.

Adam shook his head. "No, baby. I don't think I could ever be mad at you after this. I'm just so happy that you're alive and safe. And even if I was mad at you, that doesn't mean that I don't love you anymore."

"Do you love me, Mommy?" Brielle asked, her voice incredibly small.

"Of course, doll. I love you now, forever, and always." He leaned down and kissed her forehead, before he tickled her tummy gently.

Brielle giggled, carefully swatting at his hands with her own, smaller ones. "I love you too."

Randy arrived back at the hotel about a half-hour later. He tossed his keys onto the dresser and turned on the television, before he wandered into the bathroom to take a nice, hot shower. He just felt so sore. It had undoubtedly been a long week for both of them. But soon, it would all be over. After a talk with a somewhat reluctant Jay, he had discovered that the court case had been set for some time next week. He had also found out that Chris could be tried twice for his crimes. Once in Canada and once in America.

He had been excited when he found this out. And he couldn't wait to tell Adam. But… now that he thought about it, he hadn't seen Adam back when he had come in earlier. This was strange, because he had only been out for an hour or two, and Adam had been knocked out cold when he had left. So he wandered back into the bedroom and looked around. Some of his clothes were missing, along with Adam's chain necklace that Brie had given him for his birthday last year (Adam had been telling him about that one day).

"Adam…" he mumbled softly, but the only thing that heard was the silence. Where had Adam gone?