“Mark, I’m pregnant.” Glen stated with such fear in his voice, one would have thought he would have just been sentenced to be executed in the next hour or so.

“Who’s the father?” Mark asked trying to hide the rage in his voice. He wanted to rip the man that was responsible for his brother’s fear limb from limb with his bare hands.

“I don’t know.” Glen broke down in a fit of tears at this statement. How could he not know who the father of his child was? He had always wanted children. Just not this way.

“What do you mean you don’t know who the father is? Who was the last guy you were with?” The rage was starting to show in Mark’s voice and his expression.

Sobbing and his body racked with tremors of fear and embarrassment Glen said, “About two months ago, you know when I joined DX, we all went out. I must have gotten totally drunk off my ass, because when I woke up the next morning, I didn’t remember a thing that had happened. I just know that when I met up with the guys that afternoon they all just slapped me on the ass and asked me if I had fun the night before.”

Mark just wrapped his arms around his baby brother’s shoulders and let him cry for a bit, cooing words of comfort, he tried hard to suppress the growl that was threatening to be released from his throat. Those ass holes were gonna pay.

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Over the course of the next seven months, Mark took care of Glen to the best of his abilities. He had taken on all the responsibilities that a father would have. He would comfort his brother when his emotions would drag him down into such depression that Mark would seriously consider getting him professional help. He would make the midnight ice cream runs because Glen was craving a certain flavor that they didn’t have at the house. And towards the end of the pregnancy, it was Mark that took maternity leave with Glen. All the while Mark’s hatred for the man that fathered his niece or nephew grew.

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On December 24, 1999, Damian Michael Jacobs was born. He weighed six pounds eight ounces and was 20 and one half inches long. All it took was one look into his blue eyes and one look at his light blonde hair, and Glen suspicions were confirmed. It had to be one of two men. Triple H or Billy Gunn.

As Glen lay there in his hospital bed, he secretly prayed to every God he’d ever heard of that it wasn’t Triple H. His attitude was shitty on a good day. He didn’t even want to think about telling him that they had had a child together.

‘Please God tell me it’s Billy’s’ was the only thought running through Glen’s mind as he lay there holding his son in his arms. Billy had always been nice to him. He was the only one out of DX not to treat him like some kind of freak. ‘But if Billy was actually that nice to me, then he probably didn’t take advantage of me that night.’ This thought sank Glen into a very early post partum depression.

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It didn’t take to long for Glen’s depression to recede. As little Damian grew, his eyes stayed the same light blue and his fine blonde hair started growing, in curly waves that framed his little angelic face perfectly. He also was the spitting image of one Bad Ass Billy Gunn. By the time Glen was 100% certain that the baby was Billy’s, he no longer cared. The only thing that mattered to him then, and would ever matter to him, was that Damian was healthy and happy. After all he had taken two of the federations most feared grapplers and wrapped them around his little finger. His Father and his Uncle Mark.

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It was early May 2003 when Glen was forced to face his reality. He was standing back stage getting ready for his match, when he heard this sexy, slow, Texas draw coming from behind him. Normally the Texas draw did nothing for Glen, because he was so used to hearing Mark speak, but this one was different. It didn’t take Glen long to find out why either.

He turned slowly around to find the same eyes that he had been falling in love with for the last two and a half years staring back at him. It took one split second glance to confirm Glen’s suspicions of the paternal question that had been on his mind. Damian was Billy’s.

“Hey Glen.” Billy said looking up at the big man, trying desperately to hide the pang of guilt in his eyes.

“Hey Billy, how have you.....” Glen’s voice trailed off as he heard the love of his life come running down the hall screaming, “DADDY!!!!”

Glen bent down and scooped up the small boy, kissing him gently on the cheek. “Damian, I’d like you to meet one of daddy’s friends. This is Billy Gunn.” Glen said gesturing toward Billy.

“Hello Mr. Gunn, it is a peasure to meet you.” Damian said, still not adding the L’s in his words. Mark and Glen had been working on that for the longest time now.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you too Damian.” Gunn said reaching up to shake his little hand.

Glen sat him on his feet and told him to go find his Uncle Mark. With a soft pat on the butt the child was off again running wild through the backstage area.

“He’s mine isn’t he?” Billy asked with a tone in his voice that told Glen he really wasn’t asking but merely looking for confirmation.

“Yes he is. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, but I figured you wouldn’t want him, and we’re doing fine, so I figured why bother.” Glen said trying to brace himself for the verification that he would be raising his son all by himself for the rest of his life.

“Not want him? Glen that night that they all took turns with you, I was the last. I cleaned you up and laid next to you for the longest time. Then you looked at me and said that I was the one you had been waiting on. I don’t know what you think went on in that room that night, but we didn’t have sex, Glen, we made love. It’s an experience that I’ve treasured all these years. I want him, Glen, and I want you too.” Billy said all this while snaking his arms around the big man.

Glen just smiled down at him, secure in the thought, that for the first time in almost three years, everything was going to be alright. Hell it was going to be perfect.