Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or real people portrayed in this story. The characters are owned by the WWE and the real people own themselves. There is mild swearing and adult situations in this story so you've been warned. There's nothing too explicit, but just be forewarned on the language beyond this point.

A/N: So this story is based on a picture Chris posted on his Twitter while they were on a bus in Mexico. It just kind of came to me and since I'm finishing up a couple stories soon, I figured it'd be okay to drop in a new story so what the hey, here it is. So this entire story was written on AIM so it might seem a bit choppy. I hope it doesn't sound too bad, but if it is, go ahead and be brutal. I hope it's okay though and that you enjoy and leave a review and let me know if I should continue with it or not. :)

They were his bedroom eyes.

He wouldn't say he was necessarily horny at the moment because he was on a bus full of wrestlers and nobody on it was particularly alluring, no matter how charming the Bella twins thought they were. When his thoughts turned to Stephanie though, probably curled up in bed, the covers up to her chin and her eyes opening and closing slowly as she fought sleep so she could look at him for those last few moments before she drifted off, yeah, it got him a little turned on. Not like he was going to do anything about it here, on a bus, with other wrestlers, sleeping and snoring around him. It was difficult for him to sleep like this when the road was bumpy and the seats uncomfortable.

So he tried to read, but Adam had stuck his head around Chris's seat and grumbled, "Turn off the damn light, man, some people are trying to sleep." Chris, being the nice guy he was, turned it off, leaving only the ambient lights that barely gave him enough light to see his own hands. He grabbed his ipod and stuck in his headphones, listening to some music and playing some of the games on it, but that quickly got boring. He felt his phone buzz and he grabbed it, hoping it was from Stephanie and it was. He grinned and looked at the message and saw there was a video attached. He grinned even wider as he stuck his headphones into his phone now and then turned so only he could see his phone, pressing play.

Stephanie smiled at him from wherever she was in his house. "Hey, baby, thought you might like a little video while you're probably bored on the bus."

She knew him too well.

"First of all, I need to go check on the babies. Let's look in on Aurora." The camera bumped along with Stephanie and then they opened a door and went into a room that Chris recognized as his daughters' room. They shared for now as Murphy had issues with sleeping by herself. Stephanie turned the light on to the dimmest setting and Chris watched as the camera focused on the sleeping Aurora, who was clinging to a stuffed bunny he'd given her for Easter.

"Beautiful," Stephanie whispered to the camera with a wink as she turned to the crib on the other side. "Let's check in on this rebel."

They called Murphy their little rebel because she was constantly disappearing, much to Stephanie's dismay. Murphy was turned on her side away from the camera, facing the wall and the camera flashed to Stephanie, who jokingly wiped her forehead. "Whew, still here."

Stephanie went and turned off the light before sneaking out of the room and then turning towards the camera again. "So those two are good, though they'd probably be better if Daddy were here. Let's check on the other one." The camera turned down towards her stomach, which was protruding quite far these days. "Looking good down there, baby?" She laughed and then turned the camera back towards her. "The baby kicked, it knows when to perform, just like Daddy...wait, that sounded dirty, I meant when you're in the ring not in the bedroom...although, wait, yes, you're good there too. I wish you were here actually, we could have a little fun, but since you're not, I'm going to head to bed. Just know that all four of us are okay and we all miss you and love you, bye, baby."

The video ended and Chris sighed happily. Traveling was difficult and hard, but when you had someone like Stephanie to help you through it, it made everything that much easier. They were waiting until the baby was born to let their relationship come out into the open. They had figured, well, she had figured, that after three children together it was about time they told the truth. Chris had asked to postpone so she didn't have to go through any undue stress with her pregnancy. She'd agreed so for now, they were still keeping everything a secret, though Chris was already looking for homes in the Connecticut area for the four, almost five of them. He'd have to figure out what was going to happen with Ash and the girls, but he figured they might stay with Jessica. He pushed it out of his mind, this was the kind of stress he'd been talking about.

He wanted to watch the video again, but Stephanie was probably waiting for an answer and thinking about her being flustered thinking about how he "performed" gave him an idea. He laughed quietly, looking around the bus. Nobody was even paying attention to him. Cena was in the seat across from him, snoring like a buzzsaw. How did his wife put up with that when Chris wanted to shove a screwdriver up his nose to get him to stop? Either way, it meant that nobody could see him. He turned the camera towards him and gave his best look for her, a little bit a smirk that promised more and that tousled look she loved so much. She told him she loved when he looked a little roughed up. It probably explained why they slept together in the first place. That first time had been after No Mercy in 2001. He'd just won the WCW championship and his hair had been falling in his face and he'd been teasing her about how she'd fallen on her butt at the end of the match. Then she'd kissed him. She'd kissed him and she'd pushed him on the couch and before he could really think of the consequences she was guiding him into her and the rest had been history. Okay, so that thought made him hot too.

He clicked the picture and sent it along to her with the message, "So you think I can perform?"

He felt satisfied with himself and leaned back in his chair. The bus ride was secondary to talking with Stephanie, like most things in his life. He got another message and he smiled when he looked and then frowned when he realized it was from Jessica. He closed his eyes for a moment and counted to ten. He could only guess what this was about. It seemed nowadays that the only times she contacted him were when she wanted something or when she wanted to complain about something. That was their relationship at this point, she complained and whined and he tried to block her out as much as he could. He got another message and this one was from Stephanie. And there were the choices. There was the message from his wife and the woman he loved. Quite the predicament. To read or not to read. He decided to read Jessica's first, might as well take the bad news first and wash it down with the good.

"The fucking dogs won't stop crying. I can't believe I let you talk me into MORE shit to take care of while you're gone. Thanks again, asshole."

Yup, like he suspected. He thought the kids would love the dogs, but Jessica didn't see that, she just saw two more things that shit and pissed and she had to take care of. So she complained about it. Yesterday it had been the fact that Cheyenne had put a handprint on the wall with fingerpaint (that was washable if she'd taken the time to read the box). But he just took it, though if he were to respond right now, he might get her back with a, "You know what bugs the hell out of me? That you make out with other guys while I'm up on stage performing, that's what bugs the fuck out of me." But the time for those words would come. He took another deep breath and went for the message he really wanted.

"Oh, I know you can perform, I have more than enough kids to prove that, you could work on me right now though if you were here."

There was a picture and it was a mirror of his own. Her face lit up his screen and her smirk decidedly more mischievous. He licked his lips a little and thought about Stephanie. Another message popped up from her and he clicked it quickly. "Did I mention I was naked?"

Okay, were his pants getting tighter and the bus getting hotter or was it just him. He looked around and nobody was awake except for Randy Orton in the very, very back of the bus and he was playing air drums to something. Chris thought of what to say, but he could only think of one thing. "Do you know how much you're killing me here?"

He waited and waited for her next message and he didn't have to wait long as his phone buzzed again. He didn't want to think about her naked and if she actually sent him a suggestive picture, then he might have to squeeze his ass into the gross bathroom in the back of this bus and take care of himself. Only with Stephanie would he venture to go in there. Batista had used it earlier and God knew what the smell was like in there now. Chris always made sure to go before they left so he wouldn't have to suffer the pain of the bus bathroom. Still, if Stephanie turned him on hard enough, he might take the risk just to relieve the tension. Surely though, she knew where he was and wasn't trying to do anything to make him horny. Surely she wouldn't do that...

He clicked her message, "Killing you? What, me? I was just telling you that I was naked, how is that supposed to turn you on?"

How indeed, that little tease. She did that, she loved that, the teasing. She did it all the time. When they'd been playing as business partners and they'd had that scene where she gave him Paul's robe, she'd deliberately started to lean in, looking like she was going to kiss him. Then she'd pulled back and he'd been flustered until she pulled him into a hug. He remembered thinking, for a moment, if Stephanie was going to kiss him, right there on-screen, with no storyline to back up their story. She loved to do things like that, little teasing things. So yes, he thought she was deliberately turning him on.

Another message, "You know, you should post that picture to your Twitter, give them a taste of what I get over and over and over again..."

Why did she have to say over and over and over again? Now all he could think about was himself hovering over her and being with her and kissing her skin, that soft, pliant skin. Stephanie wasn't bony like some of the women around here. There was something so womanly about Stephanie's body and it wasn't necessarily because she was pregnant. There was just something so beautiful about her body, like she had curves in all the right places and a softness that when he was with her, he felt like a man, if that made any sense at all. She made him feel that way; she made him feel special. With Paul away working on his two movies, they were playing family a lot these days. He'd sometimes tell Jessica he was flying somewhere for business, but instead, he'd go stay the weekend with Stephanie and they'd act like the family he'd always imagined. He felt bad for leaving his other children behind, but his two girls needed him as well. Why was everything happy in his life tampered with something bad? Why, for everything good, was there something equally as bad?

He took her advice and posted the picture on his Twitter, not noting the fact that it was not meant for them, but meant for Stephanie. He wasn't ready for that kind of confession, especially not on a silly social networking site like Twitter. He could imagine the uproar, people wondering if he were telling the truth. He waited for the responses, usually there was someone hanging on his every word ready to comment. He wondered if anyone would suspect what he'd really been up to. No, they all seemed pretty oblivious, nobody would suspect that he was posting it to his...mistress. He hated that word, it wasn't the right word for Stephanie. Love of his life, yes, that sounded better. Soulmate, better.

His...perfect.

That would happen, he was sure of it. It wouldn't be long now. His sixth child was due soon and then everything would come out into the open. He couldn't wait for that moment. If he could have someone snap a picture when Stephanie told Paul, he wished he could. Maybe he could get one of the WWE photographers to take a picture for him. The moment Paul's reign of terror ended; he couldn't wait, hell, the entire roster save a couple of guys probably couldn't wait either. He looked around the bus and wondered who would actually call him a hero when he and Stephanie came clean and who would think they were screwed. Sheamus would definitely fit in the screwed category. Adam would definitely call him a hero. Chris was going to be different. He wasn't going to abuse his power and he wasn't going to make Stephanie that insecure thing that Paul had tried to make her. Paul had told her time and time again that she couldn't do better, that she'd never do better than him, but boy had that asshole been wrong. Oh yes, he'd definitely be considered more a hero than anything else.

He grabbed his phone and started to type out his next message to her, "I posted it, I'm going to watch the fangirls go wild, do you want the updates or are you just going to read them yourself?"

Stephanie had access to his account and he knew she went on there occasionally to see what people said about him. The message back took only a few moments, "I want you to keep me updated."

He knew what that meant. Sometimes, when he was especially bored and he and Stephanie were separated, they would send videos to one another. It kept them in each other's lives and she would play the less risqué videos for their daughters and then they would want to send him a video back. Chris went onto his twitpic and there were already several messages on the picture. Leave it to the fangirls to be on top of these things. One of Stephanie's favorite type of videos was Chris talking about his fans and then joking about them. He looked through the posts and laughed. Oh, this was going to be good.

He went to his video camera and then pressed record before going back to the twitpic page. "Okay, so first of all, we've got, this one person, for the sake of anonymity, I won't say who is who, but okay, first message, okay, you wouldn't get the reference so let's skip that, second message, 'Um... is that a gold chain necklace? Are you a rapper from the 80's, Jericho?' Well that one is just mean. It's not even gold, it's gold-plated, if anything, I'm a disco dancer from the 70's, I'm officially insulted. Okay, this one says, 'omg I am scuured!' I don't know what scuured is, but it sounds like a mix between scurvy and being bored, so apparently I'm a bored pirate..."

"Okay, so this person posted that twice, apparently it was pretty urgent for her to inform me that I have scurvy, but don't worry, I'll eat an orange when we get off the bus. Okay, so the next one, 'You look like a criminals,' I don't think she finished the sentence, I look like a criminal's what? Hotter, law-abiding brother? I'll go with that and don't you dare bring up the arrest, I wasn't the one who ran into the woods. Okay, next, 'Next TMZ headline: Jericho goes on killing spree in Mexico! Steals earbuds and shiny, gold necklace!' Oh, well, if that's the case, I love you baby and I hope you'll be okay while I'm wasting away in a Mexican prison."

Adam stuck his head around the seats again, "What the hell are you doing?"

Chris, surprised that he'd woken up, looked at him. "What are you doing up?"

"You're being loud, what are you doing?"

"Just recording a message to my woman," Chris answered.

"Hey, Stephanie," Edge whispered, winking at the camera.

"What the..."

"Dude, you're obvious, besides, I can see the phone from where I'm sitting," Adam told him. "I've known for months though, now be quieter!"

Chris turned the camera towards him. "I guess we're not ninjas like we thought, okay, so back to these messages, 'Jericho is a sexy sexy beast.' Can't argue with that. And...well, damn, that's all for now, baby, sorry. I'll keep you posted though, maybe you should head to bed and have good dreams about a certain blond-haired, blue-eyed Canadian."

"Yup, dream about me," Adam said, through the seats.

"Dude, stop it!" Chris said, nearly grabbing his chest. "Okay, goodnight, baby."

"Night baby," Adam added and Chris sent the message. "So, okay, let me guess...I'm going to guess this started in...2007 when you came back. I mean, she did get you to come back and maybe her way was through her body, so come on. Actually, maybe I should start bets, would I win though, you can tell me."

"No, you're way off," Chris told him, "and if you tell anyone, I will kill you."

"Like people don't already know," Adam rolled his eyes. "We're all just waiting on it."

"Well you're going to have to wait a little longer."

"Can we get Paul's reaction on video? We've all just been waiting for Stephanie to come to her senses, when did this start, you've got to spill."

"No, go back to sleep," Chris said.

"Dude, you can't blue-ball me...oh wait, is that what Stephanie is doing to you right now?" Adam joked with a chuckle. Chris groaned and turned away from his friend. "I bet you're wishing you were still on the SmackDown roster right now...except if you think about it, who is worse than me but Jay? So if you think that I'm bad, Jay would be a million times worse so there's no way around it."

"I need to travel with the NXT guys then."

"So you can be bombarded with 'So how did you get into the business?' 'How did you find out you were going to be the Undisputed Champion' questions? Face it, dude, any way you slice this, you're going to have to give up information. So come on, tell me, tell me, tell me!"

"I'm sleeping!" Chris said.

"Shut up!" Batista yelled from somewhere on the bus.

"I hate you all," Chris muttered.

"Dude, come on, 2007 right?"

"No," Chris hissed, closing his eyes.

"2008?"

"No."

"2009?"

"Go away," Chris said as his phone buzzed again.

"What did she say?" Edge asked, actually coming around the seat and sitting next to him.

Chris looked at him, "Who said you could sit there?"

"Do you think she's going to send you a naked video? Does she look hot naked? Oh holy shit, dude," Edge said, his voice lowering as he leaned in to whisper conspiratorially, "Is this kid yours?"

"Go back to your seat," Chris said, shoving him.

"It is, isn't it? Oh fucking hell, man, I'm going to go ahead and call the production crew to set up the cameras now and be on the ready!"

"Shut up," Chris said, shoving him.

"Wow, so this is what, your 4th kid, congratulations," Adam said with a nod. Chris averted his eyes a little as he fiddled with his phone, getting to Stephanie's message.

"Adam knows? Oh well, it's not like it'll be a secret forever. Nice to know that other people think you're a sexy beast because I was starting to believe I was the only one. You can't be a scurvy pirate because you don't have a hook for a hand. Keep me updated!"

"Holy shit...this isn't your first kid with Stephanie, is it?" Adam whispered. "Murphy is yours too, isn't she?"

"Would you just go back to your seat?"

"She is, right, she's your kid, holy shit, this is awesome."

"Look, it's none of your business how many kids I have," Chris said, pushing away from Adam. This was becoming way too close for comfort and with all the wrestlers around them and prying ears not the right place to talk about his relationship with Stephanie. "So just go back to your seat."

"No way, now that I know you and Stephanie are an item, I have to know the details, all of them."

"What?"

"The details, man, come on, this is a long-ass bus ride, we're in the middle of fucking Mexico, everyone except Randy is asleep and he's now playing what I think might be the air mandolin. So come on, let it out, you know you want to..."

"I don't want to."

"Oh, you do, I can see it in your eyes, it's killing you. Does anyone else know?"

"Shane," Chris answered.

"No...fucking...way," Edge gasped. "Her brother! Oh man, that's awesome beyond words. So come on, you can't leave me hanging like this. We've got the time, I'm wide awake now, you're awake, your woman is thousands of miles away and unless she's sending you a naked video of her getting herself off, which, I don't know, the thought of a pregnant woman doing that is weird, then you've got nothing to do, so please, please, please, tell me how this all started? I'm dying to know, plus, when you do tell Paul and he doesn't believe you guys, I'll be your back-up."

"No."

"Please?"

"Stop it," Chris said. He looked back at his phone. "Adam is bugging me, he wants to know everything between us."

"Pretty, pretty please," Adam said, sticking his head up and looking around. "Dude, seriously, everyone's asleep, also Miz sucks his thumb while he sleeps, hold on." Adam stood up and pulled his phone out of his pocket, going down a couple rows and snapping a picture with his camera before coming back to Chris and sitting down. "That will be a perfect source of blackmail, so come on, let it all out, man."

"No!"

Then another message from Stephanie.

"Just tell him then."