A/N: Why couldn't Stephanie have come back like 2 months ago when Jericho was still on the show? It's not fair that he leaves and we get Stephanie back. What's next, Stephanie leaves and then Jericho comes back? Sigh, and I was SO hoping that when Steph came back that Jericho would be here and he could do the Highlight Reel and have her as a guest. -sigh-

Stephanie hung up the call on her cell phone and sat on the bed of her suite that she shared with her husband. Her father had been the one who had just been on the phone. He had offered her an interesting proposition, and she was contemplating whether or not she should take this proposition. If it had been four months ago, she would've jumped at the opportunity, she would've skipped her way to work today, she would've been ecstatic beyond words.

He had told her she could come back to television.

She looked down, not necessarily at her stomach, but it was definitely there, her stomach that is. She wasn't quite showing yet, and she probably wouldn't for a while. She had visited the doctor's last week after last week's Raw, making sure that she was going to be ok. Dr. Sheldon didn't seem to see anything wrong with her, but told her to take it easy for the rest of the week and this week, she could return to her normal duties.

She had spent last week mostly in bed, letting Chris take care of her and their baby. She hadn't been in pain, she hadn't felt much of anything in the ways of pain since last week, and looking over the tape, she hadn't been kicked too hard, which was a relief. But now her father was offering to let her back on television. He was offering it all to her, everything she had dreamed of just a few short months ago. It wouldn't be the same of course, Chris wouldn't be out there with her, but it was something, it was definitely something.

But then she thought of the risks, and there were risks. Things that happened last week could happen again. She would do everything she could to prevent it from happening, but it could happen. Life was never a certainty. You couldn't say thing were going to happen, because you just never knew. She would protect her child with her life if she had to, but what would Chris think of this?

"Who was that?" Chris asked as he walked out of the bathroom in just a towel.

"Dad."

"Mine or yours?"

"Mine," Stephanie answered. "Um…he asked me something."

Chris rolled his eyes. "Is there any time where you're not having to make decisions around the business? I know he's grooming you to take over, but this is ridiculous. I'm tempted to just tell him about your condition so he will quit it with this."

"He wants me back on television Chris."

"Excuse me?" Chris didn't think he heard correctly.

"He wants me back. He feels the McMahon presence is under represented and he wants me on television. Chris…I've been waiting for this."

Chris sat down next to her. "You do know what this means right? You do know the chance you're going to take?"

"You mean you're not going to say no?" Stephanie asked, shocked by the revelation. She expected the first words out of Chris's mouth to be, "no," but he hadn't said no yet. Not that he couldn't say it, but he hadn't said it and she was surprised that he was actually discussing this rationally with her.

"No, I'm not going to say no. This is your decision Stephanie. Yes, half of that kid is mine, but it's still inside of you, and if you want to be back on television, it's entirely up to you. I'm your husband Steph, I'm not your slave driver."

Stephanie bit her lip. "Chris?"

"What?"

"I want to be back on television SO badly," she told him, and he could see it in her eyes. She hadn't been on television in years, and he knew from being with her for those years how much it meant to her to be on television. He had seen the low points, and he knew that his would make her happy.

"Then baby, I say go for it."

"You mean it?" she asked hopefully, her hand twitching from excitement.

"Just promise me that you'll be careful."

"I swear!" she said.

Then she flung herself into his arms, hugging him so tight that he couldn't breathe. He fell against the bed and took her down with him as she laid her body completely on top of his. She kissed him all over his face, not satisfied with kissing any particular spot. She was kissing him and he couldn't even get at her lips from the frenzied pace of her kissing. He had to pull her off of him in order to see her face.

"I love you so much!" Stephanie said, trying to get at his lips.

Chris laughed, "I love you too."

She hopped up off of him and shifted herself from foot to foot, wanting to jump up and down, but not knowing how that would feel in her stomach since she was still getting morning sickness. She had the most luminescent smile on her face and Chris had only seen that smile once before, and that was on their wedding day. She was so beautiful in that moment that he knew that he would never have been able to refuse her wishes.

"Chris, do you know what this means!"

"What does it mean baby?" he asked, indulging her.

"I'm back, I'm back, I'm back!" she yelled. "Daddy is having his lawyers draw up the papers as we speak, and then I'll sign them, and I can do whatever the hell I want to do. I'm not stuck behind a damn clipboard anymore, I control Bischoff, CONTROL EVERYONE."

"And now you're starting to scare me."

"Well I don't control you, so you don't have to worry," Stephanie said, grabbing both of Chris's hands and pulling him up, only now noticing that he was still in a towel.

"I do love how you choose to come back after I leave, how convenient for you."

"Oh you know I wouldn't have been able to resist being across the ring from you without jumping you and having my way with you in front of thousands of people."

"Well, that's another mystery cleared up. You know, if I had had my way, when you get those papers to sign, there would've been an engagement ring on the pen and I would've proposed to you."

Stephanie laughed. "Yeah, but you proposed to me over a year ago and we've been married for months and months and months, and aren't you glad that we didn't wait. I mean, we could've broken up by now for all you know."

"That's great. Now, I'm only here in a towel so is there any way I can."

"Get dressed? Yeah, that would be great because I want to get to the arena right now. I want to sign those papers as soon as possible so I think that you should be wearing pants when that happens."

"And what are you going to wear?" he asked, looking at her in her pajama pants and a Y2J shirt that was about five sizes too large for her.

"I'm going to look hot," Stephanie said. "I'm going to show everyone out there that I'm the best, and they all wish that they could either be me or get with me."

"So you want to just show off then?"

"You better believe it," she said, her eyes gleaming.

This was a Stephanie that Chris hadn't seen in years and he didn't know how this news could light such a fire under her, but it had. And he, for one, was so happy to see it. He was so happy to see her just jubilant. Stephanie loved her backstage job, and she loved to be in charge, but there was something missing. There had been something missing since October of 2003, and Chris knew she had just gotten it back. Whatever it was that had been missing from her had been returned and it was as if the order of the universe had been restored. It was no secret that he loved when Stephanie got fiery, and he saw it; he saw the fire that he been returned to his wife.

She skipped off to the closet where she pulled out a garment bag. She sifted through it, going from suit to suit, things she would wear if she were just going to be backstage. But she wasn't. Chris just watched her as her eyes lit up and she pulled something black out of the garment bag. She widened her eyes in delight at Chris and walked towards the bathroom, pulling his towel off him as she walked by him, leaving him naked in the middle of the bedroom.

"You are such a bitch sometimes," Chris said as he walked over to grab some boxers.

"Don't mess with me tonight Jericho!" Stephanie called from the bathroom.

"Don't steal my towels and leave me naked Jericho!" Chris yelled back at the door.

"Don't call me Jericho, YOU'RE Jericho!"

"You're a Jericho too."

"But you're Jericho, that's your name."

"It's your name too."

"No, it's your name because that's what I called you when I hated you. So you can't call me Jericho, because I called you Jericho first."

"So? You're still a Jericho."

Stephanie stepped out of the bathroom, "You make my life difficult."

"Well, I tr…" Chris's voice faded out as he turned to look at Stephanie who was just finishing up with combing out her hair. She looked at Chris for a second, but he could barely see past the vision that was his wife. It didn't matter if her name was McMahon, Jericho, or whatever, she was looking so beautiful. She was in a low-cut black dress that fit her perfectly. It was pretty much unnoticeable to the naked eye, but Chris could see the slightest bulge of her stomach, and it only made her more beautiful.

She did a little twirl. "Can't go out there looking like a freak."

"You look gorgeous, really."

"I know, you don't have to tell me twice, now are you going like that," Stephanie said, gesturing towards his boxers, "or are you going to get dressed?"

"I'm going, I'm going," he told her, grabbing some clothes and putting them on quickly as Stephanie stood, tapping her feet. When he was finally done, she grabbed her briefcase, which was promptly grabbed back by Chris and they left for the arena.

Pretty soon, Stephanie was sitting at a desk, her father next to her while Chris was on the other side. Her father's lawyers were standing across from the desk and she was looking down at her contract. She was handed a pen and with a quick look to Chris, she signed it with a flourish.

"Welcome back to the active roster Stephanie," Vince said, shaking her hand.

"Thank you Dad, you won't regret this decision."

"Of course I won't, you're my daughter. The world should be lucky to see you!"

Stephanie batted her eyelashes. "Try telling them that. They all wanted to see me get stunned last week."

Chris swallowed hard, still trying to get that image out of his mind. He figured that it was going to be a while before that actually left his brain. He didn't want to think about Austin right now, because if he let himself think about it for any significant amount of time, he was bound to get so angry that he would hunt Austin down and kill him with his bare hands for daring to put his hands on his wife, and for potentially harming his child.

"Well they're going to find out that a McMahon does not take things lying down," Vince said firmly.

"That's so true Daddy," Stephanie said, slipping into familiar shoes as Daddy's Little Girl. "And we have to show all those people out there that we're the McMahon family, and you don't go against us or else you'll see yourself fired and out on your ass."

"Exactly, and someone is going to be in the employment line by the end of the night."

"Good Daddy, someone needs to pay for Austin daring to lay his hands on me," Stephanie said, standing up and looking at the lawyers. "Was there something else that you needed or are you standing there because you're glued to the floor?"

The lawyers scurried out of the room, leaving Stephanie, Chris, and Vince alone. Stephanie just laughed as the last of the lawyers closed the door behind them, almost in fear of her. And now that she was officially back, they really should fear her. She was Stephanie McMahon, dammit, and whatever the hell she wanted, she was going to get. She was back, and she could feel the adrenaline surging through her veins.

"God, it's hard to get good help around here," Stephanie said, rolling her eyes. "So Dad, what do you we have planned tonight?"

"Well, right now, I have to go and pick up your mother from the airport. Your brother should be arriving shortly, so for now, you're in charge, but I know that you can handle yourself."

"Only the most important thing you taught me."

"Don't go having too much fun now that you have free reign over everything."

Stephanie just gave him a smirk before he left. Stephanie stood her arms folded for a moment, as if thinking about what she wanted to do with all of this power she was now wielding. Chris just looked at her standing there. She was thinking very hard as her eyes squinted almost deviously.

"I almost don't recognize you," Chris said, breaking the silence.

Stephanie turned to him. "What do you mean?"

"You just look different, like this is all you've wanted."

"Well, professionally yes, it is, but not personally, personally I'm still the same."

"Good, I wouldn't want to lose you because you're suddenly back to the way you were before."

She walked over to him and kissed him slowly. "Don't worry about me, I'll be fine."

"Ok, I'm trusting you on that one."

"That's all you need then."

While Stephanie was kissing her husband, her brother was wandering around the arena, trying to find Ashley's locker room. He didn't know if she had her own locker room or if she shared with someone, maybe Trish. If anyone knew, it would be Stephanie and so he found her office and walked inside, seeing his little sister making out with her husband behind her desk. He groaned and Stephanie pulled away.

"What do you want?" Stephanie asked.

"Can you tell me where Ashley's locker room is?" Shane asked. "Then you can get back to sucking all of the spit out of Chris's mouth. I really don't need to see you and your husband make out."

"Then don't walk in unannounced," Stephanie responded snottily. "And he's my husband, if I'm allowed to make out with anyone, it's him."

"That's true," Chris said, wrapping his arm around Stephanie's waist. "Ashley's sharing with Trish, and Trish's locker room is two halls over and like halfway down."

"Thanks Chris, it's nice to have a brother sometimes, then I don't have to deal with my baby sister, the big baby," Shane said, knowing that he was just going to get under Stephanie's skin.

"Shut up Shane, I'll have you know that I'm not a baby anymore, I'm twenty-nine years old, and I'm not a baby!"

"You're still a baby to me, oh wah wah, I'm Stephanie the baby."

"You know, normally I'd stop something like this," Chris said, "but this is just really funny."

"You're supposed to defend ME!" Stephanie told him indignantly. "I'm your wife! You should defend your wife."

"Baby throwing a hissy fit?" Shane said, knowing that Stephanie's buttons had all been pushed.

She took a couple of deep breaths and almost sounded like she was growling at him. Shane backed out of the room quickly, right as Stephanie went to charge him, only stopped by Chris grabbing her arm. He was laughing at her and she gave him a punch to his stomach for his troubles. Shane walked out and went to locate Ashley and Trish's locker room. The new girl intrigued him and he wanted to get to know her better.

Unfortunately for Shane, Ashley was with Kurt at the moment. He had offered to give her a ride to the arena. The reason this happened was because Ashley usually went to the arena with Trish and Christian, but Trish had conveniently said that she had to leave early, passing Ashley off to her good friend Kurt. Kurt knew a set-up when he smelled one, but he didn't argue and went along with this cockamamie plan.

"So Kurt, thanks so much for the ride," Ashley said as they walked into the arena together. "I had no idea that you could be so funny."

"Yeah, people seem to think I'm really serious, but most of the time, I'm not."

"I guess anyone willing to spray people with milk isn't going to be serious all the time."

"So you've seen the milk incident then?"

"Who hasn't!" she exclaimed. "You can't have watched wrestling and not known about that. It was classic, just seeing everyone in the ring get doused, it was so funny. It looked just so gross, I'm glad I wasn't in that ring when you did that."

"I don't think I would've had the heart to do that to you."

Ashley punched him lightly in the arm. "You're too nice Kurt Angle, I thought you were supposed to be the asshole that everyone sees you as."

"People don't know a lot of things about me."

"Interesting," she said softly. "So then you're a mystery?"

"Might be, want to try and solve me?"

She giggled at him and hit him lightly again. "I'll have to definitely consider it."

"Well how about I give you my number and you ever have a question that needs an answer right away while you're trying to solve the mystery that is me, you can call me whenever you want to."

"So you're also very sly, so mysterious," she said as she pulled out a notepad from her purse along with a pen. She scribbled down a number on it and pressed it into Kurt's open palm. "If there's ever a mystery you need solved about me, give me a call."

She walked away from him then, glancing back to give him a little wink before heading off in the direction of where she would find her locker room for the evening. Kurt looked down at the piece of paper with her number on it. He chuckled to himself, yup, he still had it. He was Kurt Angle, and he was an Olympic gold medalist who had just gotten the number to a gorgeous, if much younger, woman. Tonight was going to be special.

Trish looked over at Shane in trepidation, "So you're waiting for Ashley?"

"Is that a crime Trish?"

"No, now is this business-oriented or personal-oriented?" she asked.

"What has that got to do with anything?"

"You better just answer her," Christian said. "It's much easier to just give in to her demands rather than try to fight them. I've been in your position, and you have to just do what she says."

"It's a personal thing Trish, I happen to think that Ashley is something special, is that what you want to hear?"

"But--"

"I know about the whole Kurt thing, my baby sister told me all about it, but I don't see them even dating. Ashley told me last week that Kurt was a friend, and that usually means she's available, am I right in assuming that is the situation?"

Trish let out a breath of exasperation. "I don't know how Chris married into your family, I just don't. When you McMahons want to be the most infuriating people on the planet, you can be. I don't know how you do it."

"Talent," Shane smirked. "So I guess you've got no argument then."

"I'd ask you to leave if you weren't my friend Shane."

"I'm lucky then."

Ashley walked in and said hello to everyone before dumping her bag onto a table. She then sat herself down on the couch right next to Shane, looking over at him with a smile. Shane liked her, she had so much…he couldn't put a word on it, but it was something that made her unique. He was attracted to it, whatever it was that made her so special.

"Shane, nice seeing you again," Ashley said.

"Not half as good as seeing you."

"Are all the McMahons so charming?" she asked.

"Well, if you really want charming, wait until you get hit on by my sister, she's a silver-tongued devil."

Ashley guffawed, then covered her mouth. "I think I prefer getting charmed by you."

"Lucky me."

Trish rolled her eyes as she got up and grabbed Christian's hand, "We'll be in catering if you need us. Ashley, I'll see you later, I might need you in my match."

"Cool, see ya Trish, bye Christian."

"Bye," Christian said.

Trish pulled Christian out of the room and down the hallway. She looked at the label on every sign of every door until she found Stephanie's and knocked on it loudly. Stephanie and Chris had been inside, talking about what Stephanie was going to do later when the door opened and Trish's head popped in. She did not look happy as she and Christian entered.

"Your brother is screwing everything up!"

"Um?" Stephanie said.

"What she means," Christian said, "is that Shane is trying to go after Ashley and it's messing up all the hard work that Trish is going through to get Kurt with Ashley. So she's mad at your brother."

"Oh, I see," Stephanie said. "Well, I'm sorry Trish, but Shane can't be controlled. Lord, I wish I could control him so he wouldn't be a jackass sometimes, but he's Shane, he's my older brother and he knows all my childhood secrets, and that's a lot of power."

"But you have to help me."

"Maybe this time, we shouldn't interfere," Stephanie said, making the other three people in the room gasp. "I'm sorry, but making me choose between my brother and my best friend, that's not even a fair fight. That would be like asking me to choose between my family and Chris, I wouldn't be able to, although, let's face it, I'd choose Chris."

"Fine, you're right, I can't choose between friends," Trish sighed. "As long as whoever is together is happy…why do you look so good tonight Steph? Are you and Chris going out to dinner or something?"

"Nope, just wait," Stephanie said, checking her watch. "Actually, you don't have to wait, if you'll follow me, you'll see why I am dressed like this tonight."

Stephanie took Chris's hand as she walked out to the gorilla, Trish and Christian following. She leaned up to give Chris a little kiss and then winked at him before her music hit and Trish and Christian looked shocked at what was going on. Chris just stood there with a small little, conniving, conspiratorial smile on his face, watching as Stephanie walked out into the arena.

Stephanie heard the crowd, and she loved it and loved that she was back. Everything was falling into place. Sure, she might have to take some leave of absence, but that wouldn't be for several more months at least. Right now, she could savor her time in front of the camera. She climbed into the ring carefully, not wanting to give anyone out there a peek at her goodies. That was reserved for Chris. She looked around at the crowd, knowing that this was her domain again. She was finally back where she belonged, in the ring, ruling and being in charge, and not just behind the scenes.

She gave a dry look to the entire arena. Yes, they hated her, and she was going to lavish in it. The fans had never liked her. Even when she was good, they would call her "slut," or "whore," as if the names didn't hurt her. They didn't anymore, but they used to. They used to stick in her gut, but mostly because Chris was saying them to her, and for some reason, it burned her badly when he would insult her.

She talked about last week and how Austin had stunned her entire family and how that was just wrong. Not according to the crowd, but she was in charge now. It was like a different Stephanie was out there, the dominant female was back. All the other divas could just cower in fear because Stephanie McMahon herself was back, and she was ready for any action that came her way. She brought up the fact that the fans had loved to see her stunned the most, and that didn't hurt, no, it only fueled the fire.

And she brought up the fact that everyone was jealous of her, and it was true. They were all jealous of her, men and women alike. Women wanted to be her, and she didn't blame them, she knew how good she looked, and Chris always reinforced that. And what woman wouldn't want to be married to Chris Jericho, but no, he was all hers. The men wanted her and she knew it. She could see them salivating right now, wanting to take her and ravish her and screw her brains out, but no, that was reserved for one man only.

She was in charge now and it felt so good to just tell everyone that she could do whatever the hell she wanted. She was a McMahon first and foremost and even though she had added a Jericho to her last name, that didn't change who she was or what she had grown up to be. She was about to keep talking when she saw one of the production guys signaling that they had to go to commercial. Normally Stephanie would oblige, but not tonight. Tonight was HER night, tonight was her chance to be back where she belonged and nobody was going to take that from her.

These people wanted her to be the bitch, well she could be the bitch whenever the hell she wanted to. They wanted to hate her for no reason, well she was going to give them a damn reason for hating her. She climbed out of the ring, again carefully, and went to the production guy, chatting for a moment and then slapping him. It wasn't that great a slap, but she was out of practice. So she decided to get a little more practice on Lillian as she slapped her too. She was Stephanie McMahon and she was doing what she wanted, and nobody could stop her.

She walked herself back up the ramp, chin held high, and with a confidence that no other diva could ever hope to possess. She stopped at the top, seeing the announcer's table and a devious idea sprung forth into her brain. She was going to assert just who she was and just what her purpose here was going to be.

Chris was standing, jaw dropped as he saw the announcers help Stephanie up onto that table. She announced that the bitch was back and then gave a look around the arena, knowing that the owned the joint. How one woman could command such attention with three words, he wanted to find out, but she was looking so sexy right now, he wouldn't have been surprised to find a puddle of drool beneath him.

"That's mine," he said, to a passing guy, "She's all mine."

Stephanie came backstage, a stride in her step that was nothing short of purposeful. She was still commanding that everyone look at her and all her friends were in shock. Kurt had joined the three people watching and had almost wanted to steal Stephanie from Chris. Even Christian was having bad thoughts about his friend's wife. Trish was just in awe of Stephanie.

"You like that?" Stephanie asked Chris, running her hand down his cheek slowly.

"If I were not already married to you, I would've gone out there, taken you off that table, taken you back here and ripped your clothes off," Chris told her candidly.

Bischoff came over angrily. "What the hell was that Stephanie?"

"I'm in charge now Bischoff, and don't you forget it," Stephanie said. "I'm reinstated on television so that means I have free rein and you Bischoff are beneath me, so don't try to lord your goddamn position over me anymore, because I'm Stephanie McMahon-Jericho, and I will do what I want whenever the hell I want, and if YOU want something, you clear it through me, you hear?"

Stephanie bobbed her head a little to intimidate him. She grabbed Chris's stunned hand and dragged him back to their locker room. Maybe those hormones she had going with the baby were kicking in, but she just felt different. As soon as they were in Stephanie's office, Chris pushed her against the door and ravished her with his mouth. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he held her against the door.

"You were so damn sexy out there baby, if I had known that you were going to look that sexy, I never would've stopped pushing for you to be on television."

"So you like me when I'm being a bitch then?"

"God yes," he said, licking along her collarbone.

"Well get used to it baby."

Meanwhile, Trish was sitting there, pretty shocked with Stephanie's return. But it was a good kind of shock. She was glad to have her friend back on television. But now she had a match that she had to think about. She had to defend her title tonight and Victoria was pretty much the best women's wrestler besides her around here, so it was going to be tough. This wasn't Torrie she was going against, this was someone who actually could hold her own in the ring in a non-bikini type of match.

Back to Stephanie, who was adjusting her dress over her hips. "I guess that sex drive they talk about that comes with pregnancy is true."

"I do not care," Chris said with a smile. "I will embrace that part of the pregnancy with open arms."

"Thought you might…now I need some water since I'm supposed to drink at least eight glasses a day, and I haven't had enough today and I don't want to get all dehydrated. And then I'm going to try and eat a little something because I do need to eat, although I have been having trouble eating some stuff, but you know about that, so I'm going to catering."

"Want me to come?"

"No, you stay here or go do something else, I'll be fine and I don't need you hovering over me while I eat making sure that I eat enough."

"I get it."

"Good," she said, leaning down to give him one last kiss before she left. She walked out of the room, and down to catering. She just arrived at the entrance when she saw Hunter block her path into the room. She instinctively placed her hand on her abdomen, but then put it at her side. "Move."

"So you're back on television huh?"

"Yeah, so what's it to you?"

"I just found it interesting."

"Yeah, and I saw what you did last week to Flair in your return to television, kudos."

"Thanks, I thought it was masterful."

"Oh yeah, beating up on an older guy, congrats on that," Stephanie said sarcastically, "Now get the hell out of my way before I make you get out of my way."

"Big words coming from such a fragile lady, I wouldn't want anything to happen to you," he said, reaching his hand out, but she slapped it away.

"If you so much as lay a finger on me, I will have you out on your ass so fast that you won't know what hit you. You seem to forget who I am Hunter, but I don't want you to forget that I'm Stephanie McMahon-Jericho, and I can fire you at will, do NOT tempt me, because my trigger finger is itching to fire someone and I would LOVE for it to be you."

Hunter stepped out of her way. "There you go madam."

"Get the hell out of my sight asshole."

"Oh don't worry Steph, I wouldn't dream of doing anything to hurt you."

Stephanie once again got to assert herself as a McMahon later in the show. Her father had called out J.R., Jerry Lawler and Coach for not doing anything to help them last week. She loved when her family got along and when they could be so manipulative and in charge of everybody and everyone. Her father had called out her brother, and she could only wonder where he was at the moment that he couldn't be here.

Shane was leaning over Ashley in the hallway. "So you're going to let me take you to dinner next week right?"

"If you want to, then I have to agree, you are the boss," Ashley said coyly.

"Yeah, but I don't want you to do anything you wouldn't want to do."

"I want to go out to dinner with you, so I have to accept your offer, as long as that is the offer on the table."

"It is."

"Then I accept."

Stephanie was just now coming off of wondering where her brother was when her mother was speaking to J.R. and to her father and herself. But she was a little distracted and clasped her hands in front of her, almost resting them on her stomach, but remembering how that would look. Then her mother dropped the bombshell that J.R. was fired and she laughed and laughed, only wishing that Chris could be out here to see her and her family. He was part of her family after all, even if he wasn't as…well, McMahon as the rest of them. Chris could be devious when he needed to be. But it felt good to be standing there, a family again.

Yes, Stephanie was back…and couldn't be happier.