Randy VIII frowned. "Thass weird... but I guess it ain't impossible," he murmured. He hadn't necessarily intended to impregnate Kurt, himself, and chalked it up to a mix of distraction and the sense of connection they had always had. Though he didn't care to say it aloud, he had not thought Kurt and B to have a close enough bond for such accidents to be a likelihood.

"I'm actually sort of glad, I don't think I've ever loved anyone the way I do B...she's become my whole world in the time we've been together," said Kurt, a tender smile forming on his face.

"Really..." Randy tilted his head at Kurt. "Why's that?"

"There's just something about her that makes me so...happy...I...I want to give all of myself to her and no one else," Kurt confessed.

"Oh..." A part of Randy felt that he should be happy for Kurt, and truthfully was, wishing the best for him and B and wanting Kurt to maintain that happiness he'd found. But somewhere beneath that was was a different sort of feeling, one that had latched onto the words "and no one else" in that sentence and didn't seem to like them one bit. He wrinkled his nose, not wanting to acknowledge whatever that feeling was, and gave Kurt a nod. "Well, good luck with that," he said before turning to continue down the street.

Kurt was relieved that Randy hadn't pursued a fight and he returned to his garden, ignoring that odd feeling in the back of his mind that all was not quite perfect in his life....

Soon it was time for the baby to be born, and unlike the last time, there was a proper birth canal in place and Kurt was expected to try to give birth just as any natural woman would have.

It was very painful but not nearly so much as other things Kurt had experienced in his life and the birth was a relatively quick one, just as the labor was done and a healthy boy was produced Kurt returned to being a male right before the doctors eyes.

The doctor tried to remind himself that stranger things had happened, just as B burst through the door in a fit of excitement, breasts bouncing for all to see, and exclaimed that she was a father.

Kurt grinned and held out the baby to her, "Look at him, he's perfect! Look at those blond curls!"

B cooed as she took the baby, instinct overriding her initial concerns about becoming a parent. "He is perfect," she agreed, gently kissing his forehead.

"What will we call him?" asked Kurt waving away a nurse who was trying to insist that he rest.

"Well, we could go the traditional route and call him Flackery," B suggested.

Kurt frowned but couldn't think of a better name, "Alright, Flackery," he said with a smile.

B beamed as she nuzzled the baby. "Flackery... my very own little baby."

"Mine too!" Kurt reminded her, putting his arms around her and the baby, "He's so beautiful, my little man,"

Some time passed, and Randy VIII was growing restless. It seemed that all of Kurt's attention had gone to B and now the new baby, and Randy longed for something, even if it had to be a fight... Of course it had to be a fight. What else was there?

After the excitement died down Kurt returned to his routine and as he was coming home from work one day he encountered Randy VIII.

"How's it goin', sugar?" Randy called as he approached him.

"Fine," Kurt remarked as he continued on his way without a glance at Randy.

Randy frowned and followed after him, walking only a few inches away. "Whatchoo been up to?" While a part of him hoped that Kurt would react in the same way he always had, part of him was being perfectly genuine.

"Same as always," came the blunt reply.

Randy VIII snorted. "What is this, no snarlin'? No growlin'?"

"No," again a short reply.

Randy jabbed him with a finger. "Why not?"

"Because I have a wife and a son to think of, I cannot needlessly risk my life over you," said Kurt.

"You think I'd kill you given the chance?" Randy questioned.

"It was established that one of us would have to die if I was to go on without you," said Kurt, "If I must have you as a thorn in my side forever then so be it, I will not upset my wife or neglect my son just for the sake of removing you,"

Randy held back a frustrated growl. "No more of this plottin' to kill me?"

"No, you are free to go," said Kurt dismissively.

"What'll you do if I come after you?" asked Randy, eyes narrowed.

"I'll have you arrested," said Kurt fixing his gaze on Randy, "I will get the rest of the force to back me up and we will come after you and take you to prison for a very long time,"

This time Randy did growl. There was no sport left in it, no nothing! He bit his tongue and spat blood before turning in the opposite direction. He'd figure something out... He wasn't about to let go that easily.

Kurt snorted and continued home, the games were over, and that was how he wanted it. Without a backward glance he returned to B.

Meanwhile, Randy VIII was absolutely fuming. How could Kurt just turn away from him like that? He wasn't entirely sure what it was that they'd had, but it was something and he wasn't willing to lose it. He knew that Kurt had felt it, too, in some way, at some point. But how could he possibly get it back now? He had almost looked forward to being killed. Had he not enjoyed the struggle as much as he did, had some small part of him not insisted that there was more to the whole thing than he was allowing himself to see, he would have given himself up freely just to die a part of it. He'd presented Kurt with the offer many times... And now there was nothing. Why did it hurt him so? Perhaps it would be better if he just left Kurt alone completely, if only to make at least one of them happy... With a frustrated snarl, he resolved to do just that.

Kurt couldn't deny that it was odd to finally be free of Randy VIII but if there was one thing he wasn't going to do it was question his blessings. He resumed his work as usual...but one day things didn't go so well for him.

In a seedy part of town which housed some of Kenny's less reputable individuals, a small group had gathered with plans to take out that cracker cop who'd dared to arrest them in the past. As soon as Kurt was within range, they approached, a group of rather large men all carrying concealed weapons.

Kurt sense the shift in atmosphere and smelled the fear and anger on the approaching crowed, with a growl he got his knife ready....a fight was going to go down any minute now.

And that it did, as the hoodlums circled around him and drew their weapons. Some had guns, others had knives, and one carried a crowbar. With a nasal cry of "Kill Whitey!" from the smallest and lightest member of the group, they were on him.

Kurt took down three of them before he was beaten into unconsciousness then the mob dragged him away to hang him from the nearest tree...