Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or real people portrayed in this story. The characters belong to WWE and the real people own themselves. I just get to play around with them for a while.


A/N: I know I shouldn't start any more stories, but I like to think I'm okay with updating and this idea just hit me the other night and I wanted to write it and so I did and this is what came out. It's slightly AU in that neither Chris nor Stephanie have ever been married or had any kids. The ages are the same and it takes place in present day. That's pretty much all you need to know going into the story. I hope that you enjoy it and if you don't, you can be brutal, I always encourage brutality if you want to dish it. But leave a review and let me know if it's worth keeping in the rotation or not. Thanks. :)

"No, Dad, I'm not doing it."

"Stephanie, we need the programming and I think this would make compelling television. You can't deny that this story is interesting."

"You mean exploitation."

"I think that you should do it and it is in your contract that I have creative control-"

"Not over my life!" she yelled at him.

"Well, technically…"


"So do you maybe want to explain the situation to the audience so we can familiarize ourselves with what's going on?"

"Hi," Stephanie said, sitting back against the comfortable couch, her hands folded in her lap as she looked at the camera. She gave a smile, but it felt forced to her. Hell, this whole thing was forced and she could not believe the kind of stipulations her father had in her contract. She never thought he would use those and now she was mad she had signed it without her lawyer going over it with a fine-toothed comb. "I'm Stephanie McMahon, I'm an Executive Vice President in World Wrestling Entertainment."

"Okay, that's great, now, what's going on with your life."

"Well, this show was designed to show lives outside the ring and we're doing a different wrestler every season," Stephanie said.

"No, we know that, Stephanie," the producer said from behind the camera. "We're going to explain that in the way we handle the opening credits, a quick summary. Plus, with the press release, the advertising, we want to know what's going on in your personal life."

"Oh, um, okay," she said, looking down at her hands. "Well, like I said, I'm Stephanie McMahon, daughter of Vince McMahon, the president of World Wrestling Entertainment. I'm currently five months pregnant with my first child and this is kind of a fun video diary type thing as my dad put it."

Or blackmailed her into it really. She felt like she was on display right now. She'd never felt like she was so much on display and she had modeled for her father at an early age in stupid t-shirts of wrestlers she didn't like. She couldn't believe her father thought that people would actually watch this and like it. It was stupid and she felt embarrassed to have her personal life being filmed as it were.

"So what's the situation with you pregnant, can you get into that?"

"Um, well, I decided that I wanted a baby," Stephanie said, "and I'm in my early 30's and I've always wanted a family…I think everybody kind of wants some semblance of a family, whether it's being married or adopting or having a bunch of animals, it's all some kind of family and I felt like I wanted a family."

"So you decided to get pregnant?"

"I did," Stephanie said, "I wanted to be pregnant and so I wanted that family. I don't think it's unreasonable to start wanting that."

"Did things go as planned?"

"Um," she could feel her cheeks burning a little bit. "No, things did not really go as I had originally planned them."

"What was your original plan?"

"Well, I'm not and wasn't currently seeing anyone, but I thought…um, that I could just take things into my own hands so to speak and um, get a donor or something, do I really have to say all this?" Stephanie asked. "I mean, I'm embarrassed about that and it didn't happen anyways, can we just say it didn't work out?"

"Yeah, sure," the producer said. She seemed like a really nice woman and Stephanie could sense that Amy knew she was uncomfortable with talking like this. "So do you want to talk about Dad then?"

"I guess," Stephanie nodded, sighing. "Well, I…what do I even say?"

"Whatever you're comfortable with, Stephanie," Amy urged her. "No rush."

"Getting pregnant actually happened by accident. Despite wanting to start thinking of a family, I guess I wasn't actually going ahead with the plan so to speak. I don't know what I really wanted to happen. I guess, single motherhood sounded fine to me. I've always thought myself a really independent person, able to do anything and I thought motherhood was going to be part of that and I knew I could do both jobs really well. But um, again, it didn't happen like that. Not that what happened is bad, it's not!"

"So do you want to go into what happened?"

"Um, well, just, things happened and I got pregnant."

"And who is the baby's father? The other part of the equation."

"Chris Irvine is my baby's father."

"People are just going to reinforce the slut image," Stephanie said, shaking her head. "I can't believe my father is forcing me into doing this."

"Steph, it's going to be okay, I'm going to be right there with you."

Stephanie looked over at Chris. "And look at what my dad did for you? He's making you move in with me. I'm convinced that this is some crazy way to get you to marry me because you knocked me up, but then I think to myself, no, no, my dad is more than willing to put my entire life out there for ratings."

"It'll be okay, I don't mind moving in with you."

"Until the baby is born," she said, looking at him. "Chris, I told you…"

"Yes, you told me, but I'm sorry, Stephanie, I don't sleep with a girl and then dump my kid."

"I couldn't even tell the truth, everyone is going to think we slept together while drunk or something and not that we just slept together consciously. I mean, yeah, it was a moment of loneliness I guess and release, but I wanted a baby and so I said that no protection was the way to go and you said that was okay and I said I would take care of the baby myself if it did happen and it did happen and-"

"Like hell I wasn't going to help you," he told her. "We're friends, right?"

They'd been friends since 2000, right when their storyline had started up. They'd hung out together at first because of that storyline. They'd had to spend time together, going over storylines, planning on spots in matches; it just all evolved into a genuine friendship. They had continued to hang out over the years and even when he'd left for a couple of those years, he'd gone out of his way to see her every now and then. Were they best friends? No, she had her best friends and he had his, but they were good friends and she considered herself close with him. Of course, now they were closer than close, but she trusted Chris above all else.

She also wasn't blind. Chris was a good-looking guy and sure, there had been moments where something flared between them, but it never went explored because it was so easy to just fall into that friendship role. Chris had confided in her that he was nearing 40 and it had crossed his mind that he didn't have that family or those kids he'd thought he'd have by now and that was why having one with her, having this crazy put-together family with her didn't seem like such a scary thing at this age.

"And nobody seems to understand that," she said, leaning against the couch. "Now we're going to be filmed the whole day and people are going to gawk at us like we're monkeys at the zoo."

"Nobody is going to gawk."

"They're going to talk behind our backs. This is all my dad's fault. He just can't stand it, he just cannot stand this whole situation. He's trying to shame us into giving in and getting married and doing that whole thing and I know…I wouldn't do that to you."

"Do what to me?"

"Force you to marry me," she told him.

"I know," he said, then he scooted over to her on the couch, "Come here, give me a hug, right now, hug me up."

Stephanie laughed and hugged him tightly. Sometimes she felt like Chris was the only one who understood her. She hadn't asked him for anything, but he had told her the moment she found out she was pregnant that she wasn't a single mom, that their kid had two parents and they were going to raise this kid together and he'd do whatever she needed, whenever she needed. She may not love Chris that way and he may not love her in that way either, but she loved him for everything he was doing for her.

"You're the best," she whispered into his neck.

"I know I am, why do you think you chose to have a kid with me?" he joked with her, glad that she was starting to feel better. He could almost curse Vince for putting them in this situation. It wasn't so much that he hated it, but he hated it for Stephanie. She didn't feel pretty with the pregnancy, nobody understood the circumstances surrounding it, and it was an invasion of privacy. All for the new 24-hour WWE channel that Vince had dreamed up that was no coming to fruition. They needed more original programming so his brainchild had been to have wrestling reality shows and what was the most intriguing one to him? Why putting his daughter on display like an animal of course! Only Vince would use her in that way.

"It was more out of convenience," she laughed and he liked to hear it.

"Yeah, well, many, many women would love to be in your position," Chris told her. "I mean, getting me as a baby-daddy, what more could you ask for? I've got the looks, the personality, the smarts."

"Save it for the camera, Mr. Cocky," Stephanie said, then laughed mirthlessly. "How is this going to be compelling TV?"

"Fans love knowing what's going on backstage," Chris said. "I bet that we'd get viewers even if we were just walking down the hall. But I'm sure that your dad is going to make us do stuff like take the cameras to the doctor's, film me fixing up the nursery, me moving in, me wrestling, me doing whatever, us going out on dates with whoever-"

"Who's going to go out with a pregnant woman right now? Every guy will either be scared by the stomach or they will think I'm taken."

"Okay, then I'll go out on dates unless you want me to form some kind of celibacy solidarity with you, hey, there's an episode right there. We're both going through a dry spell and then it becomes like a, 'will they have sex by the time the episode is over?' type thing and then everyone will think we're going to have sex, then, bam, episode over!"

Stephanie covered her face, "People would talk about us eve more."

"But it'd be fun to have everyone be like, oh my God, those two did it!" Chris said in a sassy voice.

"No, our sex life or lack thereof has been discussed enough. I don't want them to discuss it anymore, what we did in our bedroom is none of their business…so we'll stick to just boring everyday stuff."

"Well then maybe your dad will cancel us before the penultimate episode where you give birth," he told her. "That way you won't have your hoo-ha broadcast all over the world."

"If you think for one second I'm allowing a video camera in there when I'm giving birth, you've got another thing coming to you, Irvine," Stephanie said. "I'm not allowing anyone in there but you and my mom."

"You want me in there?" Chris asked, his lips lifting up in a small smile.

"Of course I want you in there, you deserve to be in there," she told him, grabbing his hands.

"Thanks," he said, hugging her again. "Don't worry, Steph, believe me, things will be fine, this show will be great and then it'll be over and we can really focus on parenthood, okay?"

"Okay, I'll believe you."

She wanted to believe him too. That was the key here. They had to rely on each other and do what was right for them and the life they were bringing into the world. Nobody may agree with what they were doing, but they had each other and in the end, that was all they needed. She'd originally planned to do this on her own, but when Chris, when they made that momentary decision not to use protection, when she'd asked if it was okay, they'd made their choice and neither one regretted it.

"So Stephanie, is there anything else you'd like to tell us about the situation, what's going on with you and Chris and the pregnancy? Anything that might be vital?" Amy asked before Stephanie had to leave. One last question for the road.

"Yes, there is one."

"What would that be?"

"I'm having twins."