A/N: Thanks for enjoying this crazy story. I'm trying to balance it out, but if I'm doing a bad job, just let me know. Hope you enjoy the chapter. :)


Stephanie rolled over in her sleep and was met with a mass of warmth and solidity. She smiled to herself as she cuddled up to the body next to her. She loved weekend mornings because there were no schedules to keep up, no hectic pace to try and keep up with, and the chance to actually sleep in. She smiled without opening her eyes and gave a deep sigh of contentedness.

"Well you seem happy and relaxed."

Stephanie's smile grew even wider. She opened her eyes and looked up at her husband, "It's so good to see you."

"Because seeing me when you closed your eyes last night was such a long time," Chris joked. "It's okay, I understand, even being away from me in your sleep is too long and I really don't blame you, considering the fact that I'm me and I'm well…me."

"Don't get too cocky now, mister," Stephanie laughed against his skin, breathing in his scent. Chris wore the most wonderful cologne and it lingered on his skin sometimes, even after he'd taken a shower and the scent was so faint, but still so warmly comforting.

"Me? Cocky? You must have me mixed up with some other handsome, funny, talented gentleman," Chris joked and she pinched him on his side. "Ouch, abuse, abuse! You're so mean to me sometimes."

"Yet you stay with me."

"As if I had any other prospects," Chris said, "you easily forget that there are tons of women out there who want me, but don't know me, you, on the other hand, know me and love me for it, which is the best thing for me. Someone who puts up with me."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm the best, it can't be denied," Stephanie smiled, kissing his chest. "I wish we could stay in bed all day."

"Let's just run away then, we'll run away from home. It could work," Chris said, "I don't think anyone would really miss us. The kids could go to your parents and we'll just run away."

"Will we pack a little hobo pack too?"

"Yup, we'll ride the rails to California," Chris told her, running her hands through her hair. "At least we don't really have anything to do today. Wait, no, that's not true, you have that meeting with Paul today."

"I do?"

"Did you forget?"

"I guess I did," Stephanie said. A meeting with Paul? God, in her other life, she'd had a meeting with Chris, now she had a meeting with Paul. It wasn't that she didn't like Paul in this world, but…he was just different here. She couldn't put her finger on the why of it all, but he was gruffer, almost meaner here. But then again, she knew little to nothing about his personal life in this world. He was single, but he seemed happy to date around so she figured he was happy. "I don't want to have a meeting with him."

"It was the only time he was available and you know how he can get if he doesn't get his way," Chris said. "I don't know what that guy's problem is."

"He doesn't have a problem," Stephanie said, going to bat for him, even though she had no ties to him in this world. "He just likes to get things done and be in the know."

"With all that knowing, you'd think he'd want you all for himself," Chris said and Stephanie smirked. It was so rare that Chris showed jealousy over anything so when he did, she took the time to savor it.

"Why Mr. Irvine, I do believe that you are jealous," Stephanie pointed out. "I never thought I'd see the day that you would be jealous over something so trivial."

"I'm not jealous, believe me," Chris said, "there's nothing to be jealous about. I know you love me and I know you want to be with me. I love being with you, so there's no problems there. I actually don't have that big of a problem with Paul on the whole, we talk, he's just too into the business, you know."

"It's not the only thing he has if that's what you're thinking," Stephanie said, "I think he has a girlfriend."

"He does, her name is Jamie, she's supposedly pretty cool according to him, we talked the other week when he came to bug me about getting back into the title picture after his last injury," Chris told her. She looked up at him. "Don't look so surprised. I told you, I don't hate the guy."

It was such a difference to Paul in her world. Paul could hold grudges, but Chris was never one to hold a grudge. He just didn't have it in him to hold grudges. She wished her Paul would learn that and she resolved to help him work on that whenever she was with him again. It wasn't that she wanted Paul to be more like Chris or Chris to be more like Paul, but sometimes, even in both worlds, there were things she'd like to change about her husbands. Chris was a workaholic and while she was to some extent, Chris was a million times worse and it was something she was working on, slowly but surely.

She didn't want him to completely give up all his engagements and tours, but it would be nice if he scaled back on them. Instead of being gone for a month on tour, maybe he could just do two week tours. She wanted the kids to see him as much as possible and that was something big in her life. She wanted her kids to have two involved parents. Before her own parents had bought the WWF from her grandfather, they had been very attentive and she'd seen how, after they'd bought the company, little they were there for her afterwards and she wanted better for her own kids.

"I know you don't," Stephanie said. "Hey, before I forget anything else and we officially start our day because I have a good feeling that Vaughn is going to be waking up very, very soon and very cranky because he can be a cranky, little boy, are you planning on going anywhere any time soon?"

"What do you mean?" he asked. "Do you mean do I have plans for today?"

"No, what I mean is do you have anything that will cause you to travel for anything other than wrestling? Are there any pressing things in Los Angeles, any tours for Fozzy, any appearances elsewhere?"

"No, I don't think so. I would have to check my schedule, but no, why do you ask?" he wondered.

"I just don't want to miss you again," she hugged him tighter.

"Besides, why in the hell would I leave when Aurora and Murphy's birthdays are next week?" Chris said. "Like I was going to miss my daughter's fifth and my oldest son's third birthday. I would never do that. I've been here for every one of their birthdays, from the very beginning."

"I know," Stephanie said, sitting up finally and then leaning over to kiss him. "I better go check on Vaughn."

"I'll go get breakfast started. What do you feel like?"

"Surprise me," she told him, wiggling her eyebrows a little bit. She loved Saturdays with Chris. She would get the kids up, he would make breakfast and they'd all sit around the kitchen table and eat together. Sometimes she and the kids would help Chris with the cooking and it was all laughs and fun. Saturdays were usually their family days and she would not change it for the world.

She walked into her son's room and saw that he was already awake, sitting up in his crib and just watching the little toy TV they had hanging on one side that played some little skits of different nursery rhymes every time you pushed a button. Stephanie came over and leaned over the crib, smiling down at him. The worst part about two worlds was missing her children and hoping they were doing okay when she wasn't there. When Vaughn saw her, his eyes lit up and she could feel her heart burst at the sight. She was eager to hold him and picked him u, hugging her to him.

"Good morning, Vaughn monster," she told him affectionately. "God, I've missed you, little one. I don't know how I survive without you."

Vaughn just smiled up at her and grabbed onto her hair. He could say a few words, but he was a pretty quiet little boy and he preferred to let everyone else do the talking. "Daddy is making breakfast."

"Yum," Vaughn told her with a toothy grin. She couldn't believe her little boy was going to be a whole year old next month. She'd been there for this Vaughn's birth and she could remember holding him in her arms so tightly, never wanting to let him go.

"Mommy, I'm up!" Aurora ran past the bedroom and was already heading downstairs.

"Me too!" Murphy ran past in a blur.

"Do not, I repeat, do not run down the stairs!" Stephanie called out to them. She sighed and looked at Vaughn. "What am I going to do with your brother and sister?"

"Dunno," Vaughn said quietly. Stephanie laughed and went to change his diaper before making a stop off at her office to see what time this meeting with Paul was. She looked down at her schedule and saw, in her own neat writing (which just corroborated the story that there had to be some other Stephanie) that her meeting was at noon. Only Paul would want to meet on a weekend.

Stephanie headed downstairs where Chris was letting Aurora stir some pancake batter while Murphy was pouring in some chocolate chips. Stephanie raised an eyebrow at Chris. "Sugar for breakfast?"

"I figured since you have to go into the office and I'm going to be with the kids all day, I would make it next to impossible to contain them," Chris told her. "It's okay though, I think I can still wrangle them in. We should build a pen in the backyard."

Stephanie rolled her eyes as Aurora turned her eyes to Stephanie "Mommy, we get to have chocolate for breakfast and it's like eating cookies for breakfast!"

"The day that Daddy gives you cookies for breakfast is the day that I leave Daddy," Stephanie gave a pointed, but good-natured look in Chris's direction as he sprayed some non-stick spray onto their griddle. "Does Daddy hear that?"

"Daddy reads loud and clear," Chris said as he took the batter from his kids. "So what are our plans today, children? Since Mommy has to work, what do you guys want to do?"

"Play," Murphy answered. Murphy was a very serious little boy, while her little girl Murphy was more on the shy side rather than serious. They shared some characteristics, but for the most part, all her kids were different, save for Aurora. She was lucky she had essentially six kids with only three pregnancies. It was one of the only perks in her slightly off-color life.

"I wanna do that too."

"Easy to please, I like that in kids," Chris joked and she had to admit, Chris was so much more at ease with domestic life. She didn't know why Paul was more serious, well, she did, they were two different people, but he ran the house like it was a wrestling match, calling out the shots ahead of time, following strict rules. Chris was more laidback and sometimes, it was just what she needed. Chris was very much a man who wanted no outside help with his family, which was why they didn't have nannies or cooks or housekeepers (well okay, they had someone come in once a week, but for the most part they didn't have anyone who helped them). It was a nice change of pace, but then sometimes she got so bogged down, she wanted a place where she didn't need to worry about the kids, the food, or the house.

Stephanie came over and hugged him around the waist before she helped him by heating up some sausages in the pan. He smiled over at her, his eyes lighting up with love for her. It was looks like that which made her feel so lucky to have her husbands and her children and her dual lives. It was tiring, but what would she give up? How could she choose which life to turn her back on when she had a husband who loved her in each and kids, she could never play Sophie's Choice with her children. They were individuals, they were her lives and yes, there were two of them.

But the two of them were perfect.