Chapter Nine Disclaimer: Like I said in the previous chapter disclaimers, it'd be nice to have control over Chris Jericho, and own his soul. But that bastard Vince let him go without consulting me at all! I shall have my vengeance on him… one day. Anyway, I don't own Chris Jericho the wrestler, Chris Irvine the person, or anyone under the Irvine family name. I only own Krys, and her children. Jessica is a real person (unfortunately, I don't know her last name before she married Jericho /growls/), so I'll have to make up a surname for her sometime…). I will also claim these names for the Benoit children, since I don't know their real names. Any other disclaimers and claims to property will be stated here in the future.

Note: Most, if not a good chunk of this chapter, will be dedicated to Chris Benoit, and his wife, Rose.

After the Show…

"Ben, are you okay?" Krys asked, rushing over to her friend. She touched his shoulder gently, and he looked up at her concerned face. "I'm sorry you lost, man. I really am."

"It's alright," he said quietly. "I was bound to lose it anyway, and they're going to be pushing Randy Orton as a face anyway, so I suppose it was all for the best."

"Chris, you're a hell of a champion, man. You deserved that title, and deserved to hold a hell of a lot longer than five months! And you certainly deserved it more than some punk ass Randy Orton!"

Benoit couldn't help but smile at his wife's best friend. "Thanks, Krys. That helps a lot, especially coming from you."

"Hey, I give credit where credit is due," she said, shrugging. "And plus, you looked like you needed some cheering up. How about we go, and join the Loser's Club with Chris and go party somewhere?"

"Thanks for the offer, but I can't. I promised Rose I'd call her, and say goodnight to the kids before she put them to bed for the night."

Krys whipped out her cell. "Then go ahead. But I refuse to let you just go back to your hotel room and mope. We're going out to eat, buddy boy, and you damn well better celebrate having a kickass pay-per-view!"

Benoit laughed, and took the phone from Krys, dialing his home phone number. "I'll bug you in a few," Krys mouthed, indicating that she'd be down at the men's locker room, possibly to pester her husband, no doubt.

Benoit's Phone Call

The phone rang for a few moments, and Chris waited, saying a quick hello and waving to fellow Superstars as they walked past him. Finally, Rose picked up, sounding exhausted. "Hello?" she asked.

"Hey, honey, it's me," Chris said, lowering his voice so the other superstars walking past wouldn't hear him and razz him big time. "Are the kids asleep yet?"

"No. They refused to go to bed without you talking to them first."

Chris laughed. "Guess they do have their old man's stubbornness," he said, smiling. "Is Danny alright? How's he been since his fever went down?"

"Chris, calm down," Rose said with a laugh. "Danny's never been better, really. He and the others are just darlings… when they're asleep. But, yes, his fever has broken, and he's doing just fine. I took him to daycare earlier today, and he's feeling wonderful, being the little demonic rat his father planted in my belly."

Chris couldn't help but laugh at the cynical tone his wife now had. She hasn't changed a bit, he thought quietly, thinking of when Krys introduced the two of them back when she and Chris had gotten married, because she was pregnant with Ted Jr., and Christopher Jr. Krys promised to repay her friend for bringing her back to the man she loved, and she made good on that promise. Chris thanked the stars that Krys had given him such a godsend, after all the bullshit he'd went through with Nancy, the wife from Hell.

"I saw your match tonight, I'm sorry you lost," Rose said. "And it's such a damn shame they had you lose to a punk like Randy Orton. If anything, his ass should be back in mid-card hell, like he was before he joined Evolution," Rose ranted. "Honestly, kids these days don't know their place…"

"Aren't you still pretty much a kid yourself?" Benoit asked, fighting hard and failing miserably to keep a straight face.

"Are you calling yourself old, Mr. Benoit?" Rose asked teasingly.

"Hell no!" Chris said quickly, the shock at what his wife said slapping him in the face. "Well… I'm not THAT old."

"Oh, the lies coming out of your mouth," Rose said, laughing her head off. "You're past your prime, Mr. Toothless Aggression."

"I can still put you in your place, you lousy whippersnapper," Chris said mockingly, making his wife snort and laugh at him.

Recovering from her laughing fit, Rose snickered and asked, "Would you like to talk to your children now, before they're all asleep and dead to the world for the night?"

"Well, it'd be a nice thought." He heard the sound of Rose walking up the stairs to his children's rooms, and a door opening.

"Cassie? Cassie, baby, daddy wants to talk to you before you go to sleep, sweetheart," Rose murmured, and handed his daughter the phone.

"Hello?" a still half-asleep Cassandra Benoit asked. Chris could picture his daughter by Nancy rubbing her eyes as she always did while talking to him on the phone, to keep from falling asleep on the phone.

"Hey, sweetheart, it's daddy," Chris cooed.

"Hi, daddy, where are you?"

"I'm still at work, honey, but as soon as I can get some time off, I'll be able to come back home and see you all. Especially my little girl. Would you like that?"

"Yes, daddy." Cassandra was silent for a moment, then… "Daddy?"

"Yes, angel?"

"Mommy having another bubba?"

Chris stood in shock at what his daughter had just asked him. Is Rose having another baby? he asked himself. "Well, sweetheart, I don't know for sure, but mommy and daddy will have to talk about that when daddy comes back home from work, is that what you want?"

"Yes, daddy."

"Alright, then. Jadie and daddy will talk about a new bubba when I get back home. Can you put Jadie back on the phone, so I can say goodnight to her?"

"Okay, night Daddy. I love you."

"I love you too, princess. Good night."

Cassie gave the phone back to Rose, and Chris stopped himself from asking her just what Cassie meant. "So, are any of the boys still up?"

"Nope. They're all out for the night." Rose was quiet for a moment, then spoke up again. "Chris?"

"Yeah?"

"What are you going to do after you hang up?"

"Well, Krys went down to the men's locker room to bug her husband, so she lent me her phone to use to call you. She said we were going to go out and celebrate a loser's pay-per-view." Rose chuckled on the other line. "She refuses to let me be until we all go out and party, or at least have dinner together."

"Yeah, that sounds like Krys alright. Well, I'm feeling a little tired, Benny, I'm gonna need to lay down soon before I pass out on my feet. I'll talk to you tomorrow?"

"Yeah. I love you."

"I love you too. Night, Chris."

"Night." The two hung up, and Chris put his head in his hands and sighed. So it seems she might just be pregnant again, he thought grimly. I should be happy about this… But why aren't I?

A Few Minutes Later…

Walking from the locker room, a giggling Krys told Chris that she'd snatch Benoit for him. "I'll go get him," she said, her head sticking in the doorway of the locker room. "I left him with my cell phone down the hall to call RosieKins. He should still be down this way. If I don't see him, I'll go hunt for him, alright?"

"Okay," Chris said, kissing her nose. "Just hurry back."

"We're going out to party, remember?"

"I know. We can just have our own little celebration back in our hotel room, is that fine with you?"

"Only once we're out of Benny's sight. I don't want him having any crazy ideas about bringing Jadie onto the road with us. Who knows what kinky sex acts they'll be corrupting my innocent mind with?" She placed a hand over her heart, feigning a wounded look.

Chris snorted. "You're full of it, woman. Just go get Benoit, and come back, okay?"

She saluted. "Yes, sir." She then skipped off to the other end of the hallway, where Benoit sat in a daze. "Benny? You okay?" she asked, sitting next to him on the floor. "Did you and Rose have a fight?"

He looked up at her, and Krys could see the uncertainty in his eyes. "Jade's pregnant again."