Chapter Two Disclaimer: I'd love to make claims of property in the WWE, and the wrestling world, but I cannot. I don't own Chris Jericho/Chris Irvine, his son Ash, or his current wife in real life, Jessica. /growls/ Also, I do not own any other WWE superstar and/or Diva in this story. The only ones who are my property are Krys, her children, and Rose. Rose is a person in real life, but she is not married to Chris Benoit. She is her own property, and is used in this story, and this chapter, with her permission.
The next morning, Chris opened his eyes to hear a shrill phone ringing. Groaning, he went to open his mouth to utter a few choice words at the phone when he saw the time on the alarm clock next to his bed, but groaned when he felt the tension in his jaw worsen. Oh well, he's worked through worse.
Sitting up in the bed, he reached over to the still ringing phone, and picked it up. "Hello…?" he asked groggily, yawning. The yawn caught in his throat when he heard someone yelling at him on the other end of the line.
"What in the hell did you say to Krys last night, Irvine?" 'Jade' Rose Benoit yelled at him. She had been Krys' close friend all throughout high school, and she was the one who had reintroduced the two the night Chris won the WCW and WWF World Heavyweight Championships, making himself the first Undisputed Champion in WWE history. "You called her last night, and the next thing I know, she's at my door this morning, teary-eyed and depressed!"
"Rose, whatever happened last night wasn't my fault," Chris explained. "She tried to say that she didn't want my parents to constantly baby-sit the kids while she's working, when she knows they adore Karina and the boys to death. They wouldn't have minded in the least, and she flew off the handle."
Rose sighed. "Well, Chris, separation isn't easy, you know."
"Tell me about it, Jade," he said slowly, dragging a hand through his hair. "I miss her like hell, and part of me wants to go back to her and beg her forgiveness for whatever shit Jessica pulled. But the other half of me wants her to suffer, remind her every day she wakes up, that she lost something good, and now she's paying for it. The only thing that hurts me the most, is that I don't get to see the kids as much as I want to."
"I know how you feel, really," Jade said, sympathizing with the blonde. "I'm sorry, Chris, I'd love to stay and keep talking to you, but I have to take little Danny to daycare, and drive Krys back to her place."
"No problem. I'll talk to you later?"
"Sure. Bye, Chris."
"Bye, Jade." The two hung up, and Chris put his head in his hands and sighed.
In Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada…
"Guys, come on, it's time to go!" Krys yelled, parallel parking her minivan at the curb of their elementary school.
"Yay, mommy's here," T.J. said dully, opening the door of the minivan, and sliding inside. "Again."
"Teddy, come on, can't you at least be glad to see me?" Krys said, exasperated with her son's attitude problem. Karina and C.J. climbed into the car, each greeting their mother with a smile and a hug before buckling themselves into the seats. "I mean, I try to be here for you guys, but there's only so much I can do."
"I want daddy," C.J. whined.
Krys pulled the car away from the curb, and onto the highway. "Your father's not here anymore, guys," she said slowly, glancing briefly into the rearview mirror at them. "He's only got so much time off from work before he has to go back."
"Well, why can't he see us?" Karina asked quietly. "He had plenty of time to before, why not now?"
"Because mommy and daddy are having a problem right now," Krys snapped. "Mommy's afraid daddy doesn't love her or you guys anymore, and that's why he's not here! Is that what you wanted to hear?" She stopped at a red light, and got herself together. "I'm sorry, you guys. It's just… been really stressful for the past two days, and I need some chill time, okay? And daddy only added more stress to my life, but I didn't mean to take it out on you, okay? I'm sorry, please don't be mad at me."
"We not mad, mom," T.J. said from his car seat. "We think you and daddy need to talk 'gain."
The light changed to green, and Krys drove silently all the way back to the house. "Go on in and get changed, I'll be in in a few," she said, closing the door back. Once the three children went inside, Krys pulled out her phone, and called Chris' cell, halfway hoping he wouldn't pick up.
Luckily for her, his voice mail picked up. "Hey, it's the King of the world. Not at the phone right now, but if you ass clowns leave your name and number, I just might take time out of my busy schedule to talk to you. Later, monkeys!"
Krys had to bite back a laugh. She had been the one to suggest he leave a message in his asshole mode. "Hey ass jockey, it's the queen of the world here. If you're not too busy re-dyeing your brown hair, drop me a line sometime soon. Later."
She ended the call, and felt a sudden urge to hear his voice. Even if it was just the annoying side of him, she still wanted to hear it.
One Hour Later
"Hey ass jockey, it's the queen of the world here. If you're not too busy re-dyeing your brown hair, drop me a line sometime soon. Later." Chris replayed the message over and over on his phone, listening to the cheery sound of her voice, and how she called him ass jockey. She always did love calling him whatever having to do with an ass.
He laughed despite himself. Though he felt that he should hate her for giving up on their marriage and taking his children, he found himself smiling at the sound of her voice. This girl has really fucked you up, Irvine, he tried to tell himself, but he wasn't listening. Time to see what you want, wife of mine.
"Glad to see you've finally detached yourself from the hair dye, Jericho," came Krys' voice once she'd picked up. "I'm guessing you want to know why I called you, right?"
"Well, it wouldn't hurt to know the truth…"
Krys was silent for a moment. Then she said, "I want to try once more, Chris. Tell me what I need to do."
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm not giving you up without a fight. I want you back, and I don't care how."
