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~CHRISTIAN'S POV~
I frown as I'm awaken to sounds of Edge vomiting once again. It started four days ago with him being deathly sick in the morning, but seemingly fine by afternoon. Maybe it's because all he's wanted to eat the last couple of days has been pickles and crackers. God, who could eat that?
I crawl out of bed and kneel beside of him in front of the toilet.
"Edge, I think that we should see a doctor," I whisper as I hand him a towel to wipe his mouth.
"I'm fine, just a little nauseous," he argues.
"You've been throwing up for three days and worse, you refuse to eat anything but pickles and crackers."
"I just have a craving for them, that's all. Nothing is wrong with me," he growls in his own defense.
"Edge...."
"NO!" he snaps as he pulls away, holding his stomach as he stumbles back into the bedroom.
I sit on the floor and ponder. It's been almost two weeks since I brought Edge home from the hospital. He was fine the first week and we really got to know each other again. A faint smile tugs at my lips as I remember our marathon of sex that we had each day.
I watch Edge weakly crawl back into the bed, as he holds his stomach.
What if it was a side effect of that stuff Mark injected into him? He was so going to the doctor.
I stand and walk back into the bedroom, I lean down and place a tender kiss on his forehead as I covered him up.
A faint smile tugs at his lips as he yawns. "I'm just tired. I'll be better tomorrow," he whispered as he curled up with his pillow.
That was what he said yesterday and the day before that. I frown as I slip from the room and grab the nearest phone.
~TRISH'S POV~
The shrill ring of the phone echoes in my head. My eyes slowly flutter open as I look at the alarm lock.
7 A.M.
But it's saturday!
I snatch the phone up and before I could compose myself, I practically snarl into the phone, "WHAT?"
"Wow! Is someone grumpy this morning?" Christian teases, his voice light and cheery.
I would be too if I had two weeks of vacation and could spend that time in bed with my lover. Who am I kidding? I don't have a lover.
"I didn't get home until three last night," I whine as I hold my hand over my eyes, blocking out the faint rays of sunlight as they start to filter into my bedroom. "This had better be good."
"Something is wrong with Edge," he whispers softly as if someone might be listening.
"What?"
"I don't know. Something. He's been vomiting and tired. He practically stays in bed all day..."
"I thought that is where you wanted him," I inject smirking at my own cunning this early in the morning.
"Stop being a bitch," he growls. "All he eats is pickles and crackers."
"Is that a crime?" I ask yawning, baiting him further.
"Trish!" He growls.
"Alright," I sigh giving up on sleeping in late. "What do you want me to do about it?"
"I think that I need your help in convincing him to go to the Emergency Room and let a doctor check him."
"Like he would listen to me," I smirk.
"Then we'll force him," Christian whispers.
Ok, that got my attention.
"Oh, this should be interesting. I'll be right there."
~EDGE'S POV~
I scowl as I look over at Christian and Trish as they lean against the sterile white wall of this small room that the ER staff had so lovingly imprisoned me in. They had practically dragged me out of bed this morning, just to bring me to this busy Emergency Room, where I had sat for three fucking hours until my name was called.
Why even bother calling it an emergency room? Just call it a public waiting room.
I sigh miserably as I sit in a room not any bigger than my damn bathroom, on a hard and uncomfortable examining table waiting on the doctor to give me my lab and sonogram results. Not to mention that I'm freezing in this skimpy hospital gown that they made me wear, and if I didn't know better, Trish peeked at my ass on my last bathroom trip.
All of our heads snap up as the doctor walks in.
The middle-age doctor scratches his head as he reads the results again.
"Mr. Hardcastle, I think that it's best if you lay down before I give you the results," the doctor instructs.
"I'm fine," I whisper, trying not to let the nervousness that I was feeling reflect in my voice.
"You're pregnant," the doctor replies bluntly.
"What?" I laugh at him for a moment and then my body shuts down as I pass out.
~CHRISTIAN'S POV~
I gently lay Edge back on the examining table when he passes out. Lucky for him that I was standing next to him, or he would've ended up face first on the floor.
I stare at the doctor.
"Pregnant?"
"Congratulations...daddy," Trish teases as he pulls at my cheek.
"How?" I ask stunned.
"I wasn't sure either, until I pulled his previous hospital records. Did the hospital do a abdominal sonogram when he was here?" The doctor questions.
"I don't think so. Why?"
"Edge has an extremely high level of estrogen hormones in his system. If I didn't know better, I'd say Edge can experience cycles."
I paled as I remembered how many times that we had made love in the last week or so.
"How is that possible?" Trish asks, becoming more interested by the moment.
"Edge has female reproductive organs that have been surgically implanted inside of him. The shots that Mr. Callaway had been giving him must have been shots of estrogen to stimulate the organs. The final shot, which was mixed with a toxin, must have triggered a cycle."
"Female organs?" Trish asked half serious, half amused.
"The surgeon must have taken them from a compatible female and placed them in Edge."
"So the surgeon that did this committed murder?" I ask shocked. "He couldn't have just removed the organs and left the female alive."
"Possibly, but I don't see how. He would have had to do this type of operation in secret. Without the facilities and nurses to help him, the patient would have bled to death in a matter of minutes. Her womb and ovaries were harvested as well as other tissue. You see, Edge doesn't have a vagina so he had to ...."
"That's enough," I whisper, feeling my stomach churn at the details. Edge was pregnant and I was the father. It's funny in a way, my mom thought she had lost all hope of getting grandbabies from me when I married Edge. Man is she is in for a surprise.
"How will he deliver the baby?" Trish asks thoroughly intrigued by this turn of events.
"C-section, of course," the doctor replies.
Edge moans as he slowly regains consciousness.
"What happened?" He asks as he raises up, holding his head.
"Your pregnant," Trish replies with a smirk.
Edge pales again and before he can stop it, he vomits onto Trish.
I snigger as Trish stands there in dumbfounded silence as Edge's vomit drips from her. Nothing more horrible smelling than partially digested pickles.
"Sorry," Edge manages to whisper as he lays back down.
Trish glares at me. "Remind me never to get pregnant," she growls as she herself starts to gag.
~BENOIT'S POV~
I've just received a lead on our mysterious Dr. Heyman and judging by Trish's call, it's just in time. It seems that he has a reputation for having a really bad bedside manner. One that leaves his patients dead.
Experiments.
Dr. Heyman was a doctor, but he leaned more toward experimentation than healing. He had been banned from the medical profession so he took his evil intentions and went to Mexico. There he could continue to practice/experiment his unsuspecting victims.
I frown as I read further into Heyman's medical file. He was trying to impregnate a male.
Judging by Edge, he was successful. Something tells me that Edge wasn't the first, and most certainly wouldn't be the last.
I call Helmsley and explain to him what I had found. He said that first thing Monday morning, we would head down to Mexico to investigate.
~BILLY'S POV~
My mouth gaps as I listen to Trish tell me about Edge.
"You're kidding right?" I ask as I grip the phone tighter.
"Nope," she replies. "Edge is a mommy and Christian is going to be a daddy."
Her voice is light and happy. She really was really enjoying this turn of events.
"And here I thought you would be the first of us bitches to get pregnant," I say teasingly.
"Me?" She asks disgusted. "Watching Edge vomit his guts up all over me this morning did wonders for me. I will never get pregnant."
"Really?" I ask with a smirk. "I've seen the looks that you and Helmsley have been sharing. He so wants you."
There is a deafening silence for a moment. "You think so?" She asks softly. I can hear the insecurity in her voice.
"Yep, he follows you around like a puppy."
"But I thought that him and Dwayne were lovers," she whispers. I can't see her, but I know she's either biting her nails or twirling a strand of hair between her fingers.
"True, Dwayne is his male partner, but I've heard he's bisexual."
"Ohhh," she replies quickly. "Think Dwayne will share?"
"I don't know. A three-way don't sound bad," I whisper with a smile, turning to find Shane lifting an eyebrow at my conversation. "I'm sorry Trish, I have to go."
"Shane?"
"Yes."
"Good luck explaining the threesome," she giggles as she ends the connection.
I hang up the phone and gulp nervously as I turn and face Shane.
"Threesome?" Shane asks. "Is there something that I should know?"
~EDGE'S POV~
I stand in front of the long mirror as I examine my perfectly flat abdomen. Christian is happy. Trish is happy. Billy is happy. I don't want to even know what Hunter and Benoit think. God, I feel like such a freak.
I can't be pregnant. What have I done to ever deserve this?
Christian walks in and wraps his arms around me. "It'll be alright," he whispers.
"I'm pregnant. I'll get fat," I whisper disgusted.
"You'll be beautiful."
"I'll be fat," I growl.
"Edge, you'll always be beautiful in my eyes. I will never stop loving you," Christian whispers as he places a kiss on my shoulder.
"I hope not," I whisper.
"I won't," he whispers.
"You'll love me no matter what?" I ask nervously.
"I could never stop loving you," he whispers softly, nuzzling his face against my shoulder.
God, I hope not. How do I say this without hurting him? God, there is no easy way, so I just blurt it out.
"Christian....I want to abort the baby," I whisper as I watch his expression closely in the mirror.
His face pales as he looks at me. Is that anger and disgust I see in his eyes?
~TBC~
