~TRISH'S POV~
My mouth gapes as I glance at Hunter and Billy, who are currently standing in a defensive stance as they aim their weapons at the giant of a man who seems to be protecting the much smaller male lying on the hospital gurney. The young man is obviously very pregnant and in dire distress.
"I won't allow you to hurt him," the giant growled at Hunter and Billy.
"Hurt him?" I ask confused. He thinks we're going to hurt his smaller companion. He obviously must be the father of the child. Only a protective father would face down two men with guns.
"Tell my father that I won't allow him to control us any longer," the man growled.
"Father?" Hunter growls in confusion.
"Dr. Heyman. The man you bastards work for."
Hunter, Billy, and I look at each other stunned. Heyman has a son?
"You're trying to escape from your father?" I ask.
The larger man glares at me.
"He wants to harm our baby, right Brock?" the smaller man gasps as he pulls at Brock's shirt.
"I told you, Rob. I won't allow that," Brock growls to his smaller lover, and then turns and glares at us.
Damn, he looks ready to tear us apart.
"We're not going to harm....either of you," Hunter whispers softly and calmly. "We're looking for our friend....Chris."
"Chris?" Rob perks up at that name. "You're friends of Chris?" He gasps between sobs of pain.
Before we can reply, Rob starts to scream in agony as he clutches at his stomach, causing Brock to panic. Not good to have a huge man like Brock panicking. He grabs the nearest Doctor and shoves him before Rob.
"Help him," he growls. "If anything happens to him or the baby, you're a dead man."
The Doctor pales, but nods as he orders the nurses and orderlies to wheel Rob to Labor and Delivery immediately for a c-section.
Before we could ask Brock any questions, he had disappeared into the elevator.
Hunter lowers his gun. "He isn't going anywhere. After the baby is born, we can question him."
We all three sigh in relief.
It is just about then that another ambulance backs up to the ER doors and another patient is wheeled in. We stare in shock as Benoit strolls along side of the gurney.
"Benoit?" We all say in unison.
~BENOIT'S POV~
I pale as I suddenly notice Hunter, Trish, and Billy standing before me.
Shane is in the corner smirking at me. What the fuck is he wearing?
"Well, it's about time," Trish growls as she looks at her watch.
Hunter and Billy look at Lance as he is wheeled in.
"A friend of yours?" Billy asks innocently, but with that same dumb ass smirk.
"Yeah, you could say that," I reply.
I watch as the doctor and nurses hoover over Lance as they check his vitals and start an I.V. in his arm.
One of the nurses walks over to me. "Are you with him?"
"He's.....a friend," I reply.
"Could you help me fill out some paperwork for him?" She asks innocently.
I nod. I didn't know that much about him, but I knew his name, and where he was from. Maybe they could locate some of his family.
~CHRIS' POV~
I awaken in a dark room. My body aches and I try to roll over. Much to my horror, I'm strapped to the bed. My head starts to spin as I struggle.
"You're awake," Dr. Heyman whispers happily as he raises up from his recliner near the bed.
"Let me go," I growl as I tug at my restraints.
He merely chuckles as he yawns and stands. He walks over to the bed and lifts the bandage slightly that surrounds my abdomen. He then checks the monitors. "You're doing wonderfully, my pretty."
"Don't call me that," I growl, realizing the hopelessness of my situation.
He chuckles again as he leans down and kisses my forehead. "Such fire. I wonder if you will have that much fire when you are pregnant with my child."
"Never!" I hiss.
"Never say never," he smirks as he injects something into the I.V. line in my right arm.
I watch as he settles back into the recliner. I want to try and get free, but suddenly I'm feeling sleepy again. Fuck. He drugged me.
This time, I welcome the darkness and quiet of sleep. Benoit where are you?
~BROCK'S POV~
I watch fascinated as the doctor's carefully remove my child from Rob. They had been unsure about how to do the incision, but had finally agreed on the usual procedure. At least father made it easy for these idiot doctors.
"It's a boy!" The doctors exclaim.
I beam in pride as they place the squalling and very angry little one in my arms. I melt as I look down at him. He's so small and helpless.
I glance down at Rob, who they had to sedate to do the surgery.
"He's beautiful," I whisper to my sleeping lover. "He has your looks, but has acquired my temper."
The nurse tries to take him from me and I growl.
"Sir," she growls back, "I have to clean him."
Sighing and growling right back, I hand him to her as I go to stand by Rob and gently caress his hair. "You did good baby," I whisper as I lean down and place a kiss on his forehead.
Another nurse clears her throat. "Sir, you have to sit in the lobby, we need to sew him up."
Fuck. Isn't there any room for a father in these circumstances?
I storm out of the room and head back down to the Emergency Room to find those agents.
They were the only ones who could insure that my father never got his hands on my baby or Rob.
Fuck my father. Rob and my child are my main priorities.
~BILLY'S POV~
I yawn as my eyes flicker open. I smile as I find my head laying on Shane's lap and his florescent green cap covering me.
"Good morning," I whisper to him.
"Morning beautiful," he whispers back with a goofy smile.
We both gasp as we are pulled from our sitting position.
Brock growls as he holds us mid-air by our throats. "Which one of you is the boss?"
"That would be me," Hunter replied as he pressed the gun against Brock's head. "Put them down....gently."
We both gasp in relief as Brock gently sits us down.
Whew. That was close.
~HUNTER'S POV~
The big man slowly turns around and growls at me.
"Boy or girl?" I ask in an attempt to break the ice.
His face lightens. "Boy."
I smile.
He smiles.
I have a feeling the guy really isn't that bad.
Besides the baby is an extra bargaining chip.
~TRISH'S POV~
My hero.
Hunter can always take a bad situation and end it without a confrontation.
I watch as Hunter and Brock stroll away.
For a second, I was worried, and then I remembered that Brock was now a father. He had a child and mate to take care. He wasn't going anywhere and he certainly wasn't going to hurt Hunter.
~BENOIT'S POV~
I sit by Lance's bed. Hell, I've been here all night. The first rays of the morning sun are just filtering through the blinds.
How the fuck do I say I'm sorry?
God, I used him.
I didn't mean to. It just happened.
Ok, so I'm attracted to him, and I can't get the thought of a three-way with Chris, him, and me together out of my mind.
It is at that moment that he opens his eyes.
"What do you want?" He snaps.
I can't blame him for being bitter.
"You," I reply.
He looks at me shocked.
~EDGE'S POV~
I stare at the monitor in disbelief.
Twins??
I glance over at Christian and he is beaming with joy and pride.
Fuck.
Twins??
I'll be bigger than a house.
The doctor asks if we want to know if they are boy or girl.
"No," Jason replies. "Let them surprise us."
I stare at him. How can he be so fucking happy.
Twins??
My life is over.
"Edge are you alright?" Christian finally asks.
"Twins?" I ask out loud.
The doctor laughs as she pats me on the back. "Don't worry Edge. You'll be just fine," she whispers as she leaves the room to get some pamphlets for us.
Fine?
I'm pregnant with twins and she's telling me that I'll be fine.
"Baby?" Christian asks as he brushes away a lock of stray hair from my face.
"My life is over," I whisper.
Christian smirks. "It's just beginning. Think of it. Two babies."
I'm thinking of it.
The doctor walks back in and hands the pamphlets to Christian. "You must watch his diet. No extra salts. Not a lot of sugar. Plenty of water. Plenty of rest. During the end of the pregnancy, he will be quiet .....crabby, just be patient."
Crabby? You try being male and pregnant with twins bitch.
"His feet may swell, just keep them elevated."
Feet swell?
Fuck.
I sigh as I slide off the exam table and walk outside.
"Edge?" Christian calls out.
"I'll wait for you out here," I reply as I hold my stomach. The women in the waiting room look at me funny. "Haven't you ever seen a pregnant man before bitches?" I growl.
The whole waiting room gasps as I slam the door behind me.
I can't do this! I can't!
~HUNTER'S POV~
"Fuck!" Brock growls as he looks around the empty room. "He's moved again."
"Again?" Benoit growls angrily and I have to restrain him from attacking Brock.
"Listen short stuff, I don't have to be here," Brock growled.
"Why are you here? Are you really betraying your father or leading us on a false trail?" Benoit questions.
"I'm ashamed to call the man my father, but he is. However Rob and my new born child are the most important people in my life now. I consider whats best for them. Getting rid of my father is in their best interest."
Benoit silences and accepts Brock's answer as do I.
"Any other place that he might have taken Chris to?" Trish asks as he holsters her weapon.
"The cabin," Brock whispers.
"Cabin?" I question.
"Back in the states. He has a cabin in the country. Secluded."
"A perfect place to take Chris."
"What are we waiting on?" Benoit growls.
I nod as Brock gives us the location, refusing to leave his family. I figure that if we need him, we know where to find him.
~HEYMAN'S POV~
I smile down at Chris as he sleeps. Soon he will be mine.
The new serum that I gave him will allow him no choice in the propagation cycle. He will be like a little bitch in heat. He will beg me to fuck him before his cycle is complete, and he will have no choice in the matter.
He is mine.
All mine.
I start to laugh out loud at my own brillant plan.
~TBC~
