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"I'm worried about Shane."

"Oh, here it comes," Chris groaned.

"Here what comes?" she asked.

"The patented Stephanie McMahon plan of action, the scheming, the thinking, the planning, everything that you claim that you love to do," he explained to her.

"First of all, my name is Stephanie Irvine now, don't you forget it buddy," she said, poking him in the chest playfully. "Second of all, my plans are not lame, and third of all, who even said that I had a plan?"

"Because it's in the McMahon blood, you guys plan and you scheme and you try to make other people miserable, that's just what you guys do. I should know, I've been a part of this family for the past almost seven years."

"It is not in the McMahon blood," Stephanie countered, "Finny doesn't scheme."

"Finn's also a four year old," Chris pointed out. "Besides, look at your brother's lame plan to get us back together."

"That was a lame plan, yeah," Stephanie conceded, "but he had the best of intentions with it. All he wanted was for us to be happy and for Finny to have his parents together. That's the most noblest of intentions."

"That only succeeded in me feeling like my heart was being ripped out of my chest and stomped on repeatedly, so total success," he said, giving her a sarcastic thumbs-up.

Stephanie laughed and took another bite of the hot dog that Chris had made for her to eat, "Yeah, but he still went out of his way to do something nice for us, and we should do something--"

"No Stephanie," Chris told her sternly. "I have learned my lesson trying to help someone in their lives. I'm not going to do it again, the only three people in this world that I give a damn about are in this house right now. I'm not going to interfere and neither are you."

"You're no fun," she said. "You know, seven years ago, you would've helped, what happened to that daring, adventurous man that I dated?"

"He grew up when you sprung a kid on him, so really, when you think about it, this is all your fault," Chris said with a smile as he leaned forward to kiss her and then wipe a little bit of mustard off of her chin. "So if there's anyone to blame here, it's all you."

"It is not," she told him. "You were the one who got me pregnant, so technically…"

"It's both our faults?" he finished and she nodded. "Okay, I concede that I took a part in it, but I'm not taking full responsibility."

"Speaking of responsibilities we weren't ready for, did Finny get to bed okay?"

"Yup, you know how he is, a lot more sensible than either one of us. He wanted to try and wait up for you, but I convinced him that it wasn't a good idea because he'd be very tired tomorrow and then he wouldn't get to go to preschool and that pretty much made him get in bed and go to sleep."

"I'm bummed out that I had to work so late, I hate not being here to tuck him in," she told him and he just squeezed her left hand. "I wasn't the only one left though, Shane was still there when I left, I asked if he wanted to go get dinner with me, but he told me to come home to my family. I felt a little bad."

"Well, next time that you're both working late, insist that you go out, I mean, the guy's gotta eat, doesn't he?" Chris asked.

"Yeah, he does, I don't know though, he sounded kind of bitter when he told me to go to my family, like he wanted a family too, but he had nobody to go home to, it made me sad, which made me worried, which made you think I was coming up with some lame plan."

He laughed, "I know that your intentions are honorable, Steph, I know that, but seriously, we can't interfere in his life, we can't and shouldn't interfere. Like, what if you set him up with some girl and they hit it off and then break up, you're going to feel bad, he's going to feel bad, by extension I'm going to feel bad, and then Finn is going to feel bad and that's never good."

She shook her head as she finished off the last of her French fries, "Yeah, I know, but he's my brother, I can't help it. Maybe we can invite him over to dinner or something, just to get him out of the house. He likes being around Finny, I'm not sure about us, but he definitely likes to be around Finny."

"Hey, maybe we should give him Finn and then let him see what parenthood is really like and then he can be happy about his bachelorhood," Chris joked and Stephanie crossed her arms and glared at him as he laughed to himself.

"You're so mean," she told him, pretending to be angry, but really amused by him. "Are you suggesting that Finny is anything but the best kid in the world? He's made parenthood a joy."

"Yeah, because colicky babies are totally a joy," Chris nodded. "I don't think I got more than two hours of sleep a night for those months. Finn is cool now, but he wasn't exactly the most agreeable baby in the world, if I didn't love him so much, I might've wanted to return him."

"Oh yes and what would we have gotten for him, store credit?" she wondered.

"I wouldn't give him back now, he's totally cool now, my best friend," Chris said as he placed Stephanie's dish in the dishwasher.

"Have you thought about having other ones?" Stephanie asked casually. She wasn't going to suggest they have another kid right this moment, but it was definitely something to think about.

He looked at her and raised an eyebrow. "Yes, it has crossed my mind before, I mean, I think it was inevitable given that we have Finn. Why? You want another one?"

"Well, I figured, I've done it the unmarried way, I might as well see what it's like when I am married," she joked. "I don't know honestly, I was just thinking, I'm not suggesting we go out right now and have a kid, I was just wondering."

"Yeah it's crossed my mind," he said, coming back over to her and smiling. "But let's not rush into anything."

"Says the guy who almost ran away when I told him about his first child," she said, hopping off the stool that she had been sitting on. She yawned and hugged Chris's side, letting herself lean into him. "I'm exhausted."

"How does TV in bed sound?" he asked her. She nodded and he kissed her head softly as they went upstairs to have a boring night. "And don't be thinking of ways that you can get Shane together with one of your single friends."

"I wasn't thinking that!" she told him as she hugged him a little bit tighter. "But now I am."

"Stephanie, no…"

"Okay, okay, geez, you'd think that you weren't my husband and you were something like my father or something and that's just creepy."

"That is creepy," he said. "The only person who I'm a father to is my son, thank you very much. Now come on, I want to see you naked."

"No naked fun tonight," she giggled as they went into their bedroom. "Hey, how about we have a barbeque, you've been wanting to fire up the grill and it would be fun."

"I don't know if you've noticed this, babe, but we're still pretty much in the wintertime. So I don't know if firing up the grill would serve the purpose of cooking or melting the snow outside."

"It's not snowy outside," she told him, shaking her head. "Besides, we have a heated patio, and we have a deck and everything and people can eat inside the house. You'd only have to go out there to cook and you wouldn't be freezing to death, I think it would be nice. You know, we could think of it as a thank you to everyone who supported us at our wedding, or came to our wedding. We could invite some of the parents at Finny's preschool, and it'll be fun."

"And it would serve the purpose of you trying to set up Shane, right?"

"It wouldn't be solely for that purpose, no," she conceded that it was a little bit for that purpose. "I honestly think it would be fun. Don't you remember that 'Summer in Winter' party thing my parents had when I was pregnant with Finny?"

"Yeah, but they have an indoor pool, we have nothing of the sort. Our pool is covered up for the winter," he pointed out. "Besides, we had a terrible time at that party, those bitches were harassing you."

"They didn't harass me," she corrected. "They were talking shit behind my back. But that's beside the point. I think it would be fun and it would get Shane around other people. I wouldn't even try to sway him in any direction, but it'd be good for him to spend time away from work."

"It's not your mission to make everyone around you happy, you know?"

"I know that," she said sarcastically. "I just want to help my brother. You don't understand because you don't have a brother, or a sister, or anyone at all. You were a selfish, little boy who only thought of yourself."

"So Finn is a selfish, little boy who only thinks of himself?" Chris challenged her theory.

"No, because Finny is going to have a little brother or sister and he'll be great at that, the whole protecting, united front kind of thing. Well, if he isn't traumatized at the thought of another baby in the house, I don't know, whatever, I'm not having a baby right now. Chris, I'm not asking your opinion on this, I'm telling you that we're going to have a barbeque."

"Why do you do this? You don't even ask me if I want to do something, you just go ahead and plan it without asking me, you know, it's my house too, it's my life too, and I'd like a little bit of say in it."

"See, you would, but as I understand it, once you get married, you give up all your rights to your wife, and then she makes the decisions for the both of you, so I'm only going by the laws of marriage. And to think, you were the one who wanted to marry me all this time."

"Stephanie, just…don't interfere. Look, I know what your brother did for us was…well-intentioned, but the reason we worked things out was because we chose to work them out. We chose to talk and figure out where we were. We were the ones who chose to get married. Shane had little to do with it. We made our choices because they were our choices. Don't you think that you owe your brother the same courtesy?"

"I'm not trying to set him up with anyone. I just…I worry about him sometimes…"

Across town, Shane was just opening his door after grabbing some fast food on the way home. He turned on the lights and noted that the house was cold and went immediately for the thermostat. He turned the heat on, hearing it start up and warm up the house. He went over to the kitchen, turning on the light in there and setting his food down on the counter before heading to the refrigerator and grabbing a beer. He twisted the cap off and took a swig of it.

The house was quiet, like it always was and as he grabbed his food and went to go sit on the couch and watch some mindless television, he thought it too quiet. The noise from the television eventually drowned it out, but he just thought it too quiet for that one moment. He sunk into the couch and watched whatever tickled his fancy as he snacked on the burger that he had picked up. He was fine with what he was doing. It was nice after a long day's work to come home and just lounge around and not worry about anything or anyone. He was perfectly content in his bachelorhood. He came and went as he pleased and that suited him just fine.

Or it would if he actually believed himself.