A little boy with dark blonde hair and excited eyes pulled his mother through the grocery store when he saw his idol. Pushing past a group of people more interested in their shopping than his hero, the little boy looked back to make sure his mother was following and immediately bumped into a wall of solid muscle. His scared expression left his face once he saw the friendly smile looking down at him.

"How you doin' down there little guy?" Paul asked, amused at the little figure that was still attached to his leg. He had seen him pulling his poor mother half-way across the store and realised that he was heading straight for him. He let go of Stephanie's hand and extended it down towards the little boy who had finally let go and was staring at him in amazement. Glancing at his wife, he smirked before crouching down to the same level as the boy and stuck his hand out again.

"You gonna leave me waiting here all day before you shake my hand?" he joked and chuckled when the smaller hand was immediately thrust into his. "That's a good, strong hand shake you've got there..."

"Anthony. His name is Anthony and I'm terribly sorry about this," the boy's mother cut in, slightly out of breath as she caught up with her son.

"Hey, it's no problem at all. I always have time for a fan. Especially one who drags his mother all over a grocery store just to see me." He smiled at the woman before extending his hand to her. "I'm...Triple H," he said, deciding to stick to his character so as not to spoil the little guy's experience, "And this is my wife Stephanie."

"I thought that you got divorced?" chirped in the high pitched voice of Anthony who was still in shock at the fact that he was standing there talking to his idol.

"Can you keep a secret?"asked Paul, turning his attention back to the boy. At his enthusiastic nod he continued, "Well Anthony, Steph and I never really got divorced. We were always together but kept it a secret so that the evil Mr. McMahon would never find out." Stephanie's amused chuckle caused him to turn to her and he smiled, knowing that his little remark would crack her up. "But you can't tell anybody because then Vince might find out and we wouldn't want that would we?"

"No! But if he did find out, you would just beat him up anyway because you're the best," replied Anthony, smiling from ear to ear.

"That's absolutely right. I would. Vince McMahon is no match for 'The Game', right Anthony?" he asked, looking subtly at his wife and smirking.

"No way Triple H! You would kick his ass!"

"Anthony! Watch your language!" his mother scolded.

"Sorry mom." He looked back up at Paul. "Can I have your autograph?" Anthony asked hopefully before looking shyly at Stephanie. "Can I have yours too please Miss. McMahon?"

Stephanie bit her lip to keep from laughing. How cute was he, calling her Miss. McMahon and if she wasn't mistaken, he was blushing too. "Sure you can Anthony. Do you have something there we can sign?"

"Sure I do!" He eagerly pulled down the zipper of his jacket to reveal a Triple H t-shirt.

"Would you look at that? I gotta say man, that's a great looking shirt. But do you have a pen because I don't?"

Anthony looked at his mom with a sad look on his face as he realised that they didn't have a pen either. "No, I don't."

Paul saw the upset look on his face and smiled. "Don't worry little guy. We'll just look around here, find a sharpie and then I'll sign whatever you want me to sign, ok?"

Anthony's face broke into a huge grin as he nodded "yes" and went to walk along side Paul as they went in search of a pen. Stephanie smiled at his mother who walked beside her.

"Thank you so much for doing this. Your husband's a very kind man and nothing like his character on TV. We watch RAW every Monday night and we've been to a couple of shows too. He's a really big fan and I just...thank you, and your husband for doing this. It's very kind of you."

"It's no problem really. And I'm glad that you guys are fans," Stephanie replied as they finally reached the aisle where Paul and Anthony had disappeared. She felt a tug on her heart as she watched them interact. Suddenly she had a vision of Paul standing there, laughing and joking with a little boy, his hair a sandy blonde colour. The little boy turned and his big hazel eyes looked up at her and he smiled happily, looking exactly like his father.

"Are you alright?"

Stephanie returned to reality and looked at the woman beside her. Sure she had thought about having children with Paul before but the thought had never come to her so vividly and had never made her feel the way she was currently feeling. Maybe this meant something. Maybe this meant that, at least in her mind, they were ready for children. Smiling at the thought and getting an excited feeling in her stomach, Stephanie looked at the woman and assured her that she was fine.

"MOM! Look, I got my shirt signed and I even get to keep the sharpie!" Anthony cut in, showing his mother the shirt that had been signed in gold pen and came with a personal message written out especially for him. "Miss. McMahon, will you sign it too?"

"Of course I will. Come here," Stephanie replied and took the pen, pulling the shirt taut before writing a personal inscription next to her husband's. "There you go. That'll give you something to tell your friends about later on."

"It sure will. They'll never believe that I got to meet you. Especially my dad because he was supposed to come shopping with us but he didn't want to and now he's missed you."

"Serves him right," piped in his mother with a cheeky smile on her face. "Anyway, thank you so much for doing this. You've probably just made his year never mind his day! We'll get going and let you get on with your shopping."

"Again, it was no problem and just make sure to watch RAW on Monday night alright Anthony?" Paul winked at him and chuckled when he winked back. He watched as they said their goodbye's and then turned to Stephanie. "Nice kid huh?"

"Yeah, he was a lil' cutie alright. Let's finish this shopping and get home. I want to talk to you about something," she said, taking his hand and leading him towards the juice aisle.

"Is everything alright?" he asked concerned, stroking his thumb across her knuckles.

"Everything's fine. I just don't want to talk about it in the middle of the juice aisle."

"Steph..."

"Nothing's wrong babe, so don't worry. You'll find out when we get home ok?"

"If you say so," he complied and pulled her close, giving her a soft kiss on the lips. She smiled and kissed him back, happy that he was letting it go until they got home. But with that thought, a nervous feeling crept over her. When they did get home, she was going to have to tell him what she was thinking about. What if he didn't want kids right now? What if he wanted to wait and focus more on his ever expanding career? Pushing those thoughts aside, she put on a brave face and decided to wait until they got home before she started to panic.

"There's my little girl!" boomed Vince as Aurora trotted into his office with Paul just behind. He stood up from his chair and immediately went to her, picking her up and kissing her soft hair.

"What has you here, huh? Did you come to see your pop?" asked Vince as he smiled at her, her hands coming to poke at the dimple in his chin like they always did every time he held her.

"I come to see pop," Aurora said with a big smile on her face. "Me and daddy come to see pop."

Vince turned his attention to Paul who was just standing there, looking at the both of them. "She found out that you were here and wanted to come and see you so I brought her. I hope you're not busy or anything."

Vince shook his head right away. "I'm never too busy for my grand-daughter. Is Stephanie with you?"

"Yeah she's back in the locker room going over some stuff."

"Well I was just about finished here so why don't we go to your locker room and sit for a while?"

Paul nodded and made a funny face at his daughter who was watching him as she sat perched on her grandfather's huge bicep. He heard her little chuckle as he turned and led them out of the room. As they walked down the corridor, they bumped into various wrestlers and even good old JR. They stopped to exchange pleasantries and Aurora tried to steal JR's hat. When she realised that she 

wasn't getting it, her bottom lip stuck out and Paul could see she was ready to start balling. As if on cue, a little whimper escaped her as her bottom lip trembled and that was quickly followed by the sound of her cries.

"Well damn, if she wants my hat so badly she can have it," said JR, chuckling at her little red face and clenched fists.

"No that's alright JR, you can keep it. She doesn't need it anyway do you baby," said Paul as he took her from Vince and felt her immediately begin to settle down. She grabbed onto his hair and snuggled her head into his neck.

"How come she settles down for you but she was crying with me?" Vince huffed.

"That would be because she loves me more than you," Paul replied, cheekily sticking out his tongue. "See you later JR." He turned and walked down towards his locker room with Vince hot on his heels, complaining that in actual fact, she loved him more. Their little spat continued into the locker room until Stephanie heard the commotion and broke it up.

"What the hell are you two whining about now?" she asked, reaching over to take her daughter into her arms.

"Oh nothing. Your dad here was just having a hard time accepting the fact that Aurora loves me more than him, that's all." Paul smirked and sat down on the leather sofa.

"She does not! She loves her pop more than anybody else and that right there is a fact," Vince said adamantly as he sat down on the loveseat, glaring in Paul's direction.

"I don't know why you guys are even arguing over this. She loves her mommy the most, isn't that right sweetie?" Stephanie asked and was very pleased when her daughter backed up her argument.

"I love mommy most," she said quietly and lay her head on her mother's shoulder while Stephanie stuck her tongue out at both her husband and her father. She laughed when Paul shot out of his seated position in protest.

"What! I can't believe you just did that to me Aurora! I thought you loved daddy the most," he said incredulously as he looked at his daughter. His face turned into a gentle smile when he saw her eyes drooping and she uttered, "I love daddy most too," before she snuggled into her mother and closed her eyes, drifting into a peaceful slumber. Paul smiled and stroked her hair before chuckling at the betrayed look on Vince's face.

"She didn't say it for me because she fell asleep. You'll see. Once she wakes up, ask her and we'll all find out that she loves her pop the most," he protested.

Paul sat back down on the sofa and was smiled when Stephanie sat next to him, shuffling a little closer and resting Aurora between them. "So is Linda's birthday bash still on this weekend?" he asked, resting his hand on Stephanie's knee.

"It is indeed. You two have got the cake covered, Shane and Marissa are taking care of the guest list and I'm busy trying to distract her every time she mentions it," Vince replied. They were planning a 

big birthday bash for Linda this year as she was turning 60, just like the one Vince received when he turned 60. As the talk turned to party plans, the three family members just sat and enjoyed the company. It was seldom that they ever got time to just be a family whilst at work and so Paul, Stephanie and Vince, sat together and talked nonsense until it was time to go to work.

Stephanie sighed and snuggled a little closer to her husband. The sound of explosions and gunfire could be heard from the movie that was playing on the TV but she wasn't paying attention. Instead she was still thinking about how to broach the subject of children. Should she just come out and say what was on her mind or try and give little hints towards it? Paul hadn't mentioned anything since they'd came home from shopping but she knew it was just a matter of time. He was giving her a chance to go first and if she didn't then he more than likely would.

"Steph?"

She gulped as she heard the tone of his voice. He was going to ask her now, she was sure of it. "Yes?" She lifted her head from his shoulder to look at his face.

"What were you going to talk to me about when we were shopping? I've left it all day but you're not saying anything so..."

She sat up completely and took his hand, gently fiddling with his wedding ring. "I've just been a little nervous to talk about it that's all."

"Nervous to talk about what babe? You're seriously starting to scare me here." His hand gripped hers a little tighter and she looked into his eyes which were filled with concern. Knowing there was no way she could back out now, she decided to just say it and see what happened.

"What do you think about us...trying for a baby?" She saw a look of shock flicker across his face before it spread into a huge smile. Her nerves immediately left her and she calmed down.

"You want to try for a baby?"

"Well, yeah. I mean, I've always thought about it and definitely had it planned for the future but recently I just...every time I see a mother and her child I just get this feeling in my chest and then today when I saw you with that little boy in the store, I thought of you standing there with our son and..." She stopped talking when his hands framed her face, his eyes boring into hers, smile still in place.

"I've thought about it too. Actually I think about it all the time. You're the only woman in the world that I would want to be the mother of my child, Stephanie. Only you."

Her eyes welled with tears and she shifted closer to him, her hand resting on his cheek. "Are we really gonna do this then?"

"I certainly hope so. I can't wait to be a father. And the best part is that I get to do it all with you," he said, inching his face closer to hers. "I love you Steph," he whispered against her lips before pressing them softly against hers. His arms came around her and he pulled her close, feeling her tongue trace 

his bottom lip. He opened his mouth, letting it enter and thrust his own out to meet it. Without warning, he placed his hands on her hips and quickly pulled her onto his lap, his lips moving to her neck.

"You wanna know what the second best part is?" he mumbled against her skin.

"What is it?" she said breathlessly, his hot breath tickling her ear.

"That we get to have all this fun trying." She felt his smirk on her skin and pulled his lips back to hers.

"I couldn't agree more," she said, their lips barely touching.

"Good. Now that we've got that out of the way, we can get started on making this baby." Before she had a chance to respond, his lips came crashing down on hers and his tongue sought immediate entrance to her mouth. She parted her lips willingly, eager to taste him. His hands skimmed up her hips before he gripped the hem of her pyjama top and pulled it over her head. He moved his lips to her neck and lower to the tops of her breasts. She felt his hands at her back as he unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor. She let her head fall back and moaned in pleasure when he flicked his tongue over her heaving breasts. Her hands tugged at his t-shirt and she pulled it over his head, his chest now bare. Pulling his lips back to hers, she rubbed her body against him and felt his arousal press against her thigh. He sank into the soft cushions of the sofa and pulled her with him, her body sprawled on top of his. He caught her eye and saw the look on her face, a look of love mixed with desire. He quickly pulled her face down to his level and kissed her hard, his need for her overcoming every other emotion in his body. She responded in kind, losing herself in the pleasure only he could give to her and happy in the knowledge that they could be creating a new life together.