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"Stephanie is getting married."

Shane looked up from his plate. He choked a little on his dinner, but tried to hide it. His parents had said it so casually, like they were discussing the weather. He hadn't expected them to say it like that. He knew of his sister's engagement. Apparently they had held a party at some club to celebrate, impromptu he was sure, just like they were. He kept his finger to the pulse of Raw and it was only appropriate that he hear about something as big as this engagement.

Stephanie and Chris were popular backstage. He didn't really understand why. They were flaky and flighty. He didn't get why his sister was so different from the rest of them. He liked order and working and just doing what had to be done to be successful. Stephanie was always running somewhere, talking a mile a minute, and just generally being crazy. Still, they were popular and everyone seemed to like them and they were friends with everyone. Shane didn't make friends here, it was pointless. Everyone who would want to talk to him was a suck-up in some fashion.

"I know," Shane responded in monotone.

"She told you?" Linda asked.

"No, she didn't tell me, I heard people talking about it," Shane told them.

"Oh, so they're actually spreading the word around then?"

"I guess so," he said, "they are getting married."

"We thought that perhaps it was one of their little tricks or something," Linda said, then glanced at Vince. "So they were serious when they said they were getting married. I can't believe she would stoop so low as to marry a wrestler of all things. A wrestler! She could've done so much more."

"I agree," Vince said. "I had such high hopes for her when she was a little girl. I wish she had turned out like you have, Shane."

"Thanks, Dad," Shane said, pushing the food around his plate.

"And of all the wrestlers, Chris Jericho?" Vince scoffed.

"If she had to marry so beneath her, she could've at least gone for one of the more elite wrestlers like Hunter," Linda said. "He would've done, I mean, he wouldn't have been what we wanted, but he'd be better than Chris Jericho."

"Yes, yes he would have," Vince said. "I could've introduced her to so many young lawyers and doctors. She could've had a nice life living here. I think she would've made one of our friend's son's a good wife."

"Did she invite you to the wedding?" Shane asked. He didn't know when exactly the two of them were getting married, but maybe it was soon and the invitations had been sent out. He wasn't really expecting one if he was being honest. He and Stephanie had many differences and were completely different personalities.

"Well, she told us they were getting married and we would be getting an invitation," Vince answered.

"Are you going to go?"

"I don't think so," Linda said, making a distasteful face. "We don't really approve of this wedding or the man she's marrying. I don't think that it'd be in our best interest to go to the wedding."

"Oh, I see," Shane said.

"Yes," Linda said, then went back to her dinner. "Now, if she decides he's not really the man she wants to marry, then I think we might have something here, but we don't think she's going to change her mind and neither will we."

"I understand," Shane said, then went back to eating and the meal went back to the silence that had governed it from the beginning.

Stephanie laughed and shoved Chris in the shoulder. He pretended like it had been a lot harder than it had been and threw himself into the wall. He groaned in pain and Stephanie shook her head at his silliness and pulled him up. He pretended to shove her back and she jumped on him, the both of them now landing against the wall. He banded his arms around her waist and started kissing her in this awkward position.

She moaned slightly, "This is nice, I've always wanted to get a crick in my neck from making out."

"Well, Stephers, I aim to please."

"Will you give me everything I want forever and ever?" she asked him. "Will you get me ricotta cheese for lasagna at two in the morning? Will you go to Hawaii and buy me fresh pineapples so I can make pineapple upside-down cake for Christmas?"

"If that's what you want."

"If I want truffles, will you hire a pig to do the dirty work finding them or will you look for them yourself?"

"I'll root through the dirt for you," he said, pretending like he was reciting poetry to her. "I would do anything for you, Stephers."

"That's appropriately cheesy," Stephanie said with a smile. "So what do you want to do tonight? Do you want to go build a tree house? I've always wanted one, but the robots never let me because it would take too much work and I had a nice, pretty, little dollhouse to play with."

"And who doesn't love little creepy dolls who probably come to life when you're asleep?" Chris asked.

"I know, but tree houses, our future children will have tree houses and by then, they can have electricity and running water and a bathroom and everything," Stephanie said.

"You sure do talk about our future children a lot, Stephers," Chris said, "I'm starting to think there's something you're not telling me."

"Well, I prefer Coke to Pepsi, I'm sorry you had to find out this way! I didn't know how to tell you!" Stephanie said, pretending to sob.

"Well that's a blow, Stephers."

"I know, Snooks, I know."

"We never really talked about kids."

"We did, I'm sure we did, Snooks."

"No, we talked about how we were like kids."

"That is true," she said, "I do like cartoons. Cartoons are good, like The Flintstones, when all the animals have different uses and you can always count on one of them saying something very quippy. I think it would be awesome if I could have an elephant for a shower, but if I did, would it be able to get hot water, I wouldn't want the inside of his trunk getting burned, but I wouldn't want to have an ice cold shower."

"I always need an ice cold shower when I'm around you," he growled.

"Why, because you like to enjoy a nice, cool beverage?" she joked.

"Yes, indeed I do," he told her, "but kids, you, me, kids? What are your thoughts, well, I think I know what your thoughts are, you're already planning them out, I bet you have names picked out. So now that's the truth, that's why you want me. You need someone to father your children. You'll probably keep me in a cage until you need me, right, Stephers?"

"Nah, it's more fun when you're around," she told him, winking. "So, we've decided to get married in four months and we should send out invitations. Do you think we should tell Mom and Dad first or should we just send them an invitation and let things fall where they may?"

"Oh, the second, I just wish we could rig up a camera, or, you know what!"

"A tomato isn't a vegetable!"

"It isn't?"

"No, I'm pretty sure it's a fruit."

"Fruit?"

"Yeah."

"I don't eat it like a fruit."

"Maybe you should start eating it like a fruit, like an apple, just bite into it," she told him.

"But then all that junk inside of a tomato will get all over me and it'll be a big, red stain on my shirt and I'll look horrible and nobody will love me and I like girls screaming for me, it boosts my ego."

"I should boost your ego enough. You don't need more ego-boosting. I should do all the ego-boosting for the rest of your life."

"I have no doubt that you will, but if history is any indication, I will inevitably want to find a younger woman, so I'm going to be noticing them at some point, I think I'll probably be around 45 when this happens, just so you can get a countdown clock to make sure you know when it's going to happen."

"That's very considerate of you."

"I think so," Chris said. "I'm just warning you of the potential midlife crisis I surely expect to have. At least I'm not going to have to get hair plugs. Unless I start going bald, but I don't think I'll go bald…do you think I'm going to go bald."

"Dad's not bald."

"That's true, but I heard it comes from your mother's side of the family, oh my God, is my mom bald!"

"A wig…well, sometimes your mom's hair does look a little askew," Stephanie said, rubbing her chin. "And I just realized we're still in the hallway."

Chris looked around and laughed, "We are, maybe we can just have sex right here. We did christen all the other rooms."

"And have our dog walk in on us? Or walk over to us and lie down next to us and it'd be very awkward. He needs a girl is what has to happen here. Maybe we can set him up with a nice poodle or something. Poodles are pretty girly. I think Sam would like a girly girlfriend."

"Since when is Sam our dog?"

"On some level, I think he's always been our dog," Stephanie said, pretending to be philosophical. "Don't you think?"

"No, no I don't think so, considering you had him before we became friends."

"But he thinks of you as a father figure. He looks up to you. You're a role model to him, he wants to be just like you. I mean, he's blond too."

"But his hair is short, when he starts growing it long, let me know," Chris said. "Where is he anyways?"

"My bet is he's acting like we are in another part of the house."

"He's talking with someone?"

"No, Snooks, he's lying down, just like we are," Stephanie said, then pushed Chris down a little to the floor so he was on his back. She started to make out with him more intensely, lying on top of him as his hands ran up her back. They snaked under her shirt. He was glad the hallway was carpeted or this would be a lot more uncomfortable than it was right now. He was still a little uncomfortable, but he wouldn't complain with Stephanie lying on top of him.

They were into each other until they heard the familiar clank of a collar and just like predicted, their dog came up to them, wondering what they were doing and lying down, watching them. Stephanie laughed and pulled away, licking her lips and tasting Chris's lips in the process. She turned her head and saw Sam lying down with his eyes on them. He whimpered a little and Stephanie laid her head down on Chris's chest.

"Hey you, you couldn't wait like fifteen minutes."

"Fifteen minutes, Sam, I take way longer than fifteen minutes, don't listen to her," Chris said, kissing her neck. "Why don't you go grab one of your bones and go chew on it?"

"He's not in the mood," Stephanie said. "He wants to hang out with us."

"You do realize this is exactly how a kid would be, always hanging around. You still want one, just like this, but able to talk and be more annoying and not able to just throw a toy at and then leave?"

"I realize this. But I won't have to pick up poop forever with a kid, so that's a plus over a dog."

"You've got a point there," he said. "So this whole kids thing, you really want to do it at some point in the future? I could get it down in writing and file it away. That way when I inevitably get freaked out at the possibility, you can show the paper and I'll just strip down and climb into bed."

"I like that idea."

"So kids then?"

"Kids then…"