"You know, it's amazing how much stuff an infant can have," Chris said, walking into the arena, carrying three bags of stuff. The first one was his wrestling gear, and the other two were Tristan's.

"Well, when you're a Princess, you're supposed to have lots of things," Stephanie said, looking at him as she held Tristan to her.

"Oh, did you hear that Trist, you're a Princess."

"Oh, you know you're going to spoil her rotten," she teased.

"Of course I'm going to spoil her," he answered, leaning over to kiss her head, "She'll take after her Mommy."

"I guess royalty runs in the family," she laughed.

"Great, I'm stuck with two spoiled girls."

Stephanie scowled at him as he chuckled. They were at the SmackDown tapings and Stephanie didn't want to miss it. Tristan's doctor had said that it was fine if Tristan traveled regularly, so they had mutually decided that Stephanie and Tristan would travel with Chris on Monday's and Thursdays, to and from shows. It worked out for the both of them, Stephanie got to go to work, which she loved, and Chris got to be around Tristan all the time, which he, of course, loved.

"You should feel lucky."

"Oh, I am, I am," he said as they walked into their locker room for the evening.

"Oh my God!" Stephanie exclaimed as she looked at the room, "This HAD to be done by my parents."

Chris stepped into the room and was impressed by the spread. The room had their normal elements, a leather couch and some chairs, a television, and an adjoining bathroom, but there were a few extras in the room. There was a really nice looking crib and a changing table against the wall.

"Wow."

"I have to go thank my parents," she said, walking over to the crib and looking inside, "This thing is nice."

"Nothing's too good for my granddaughter," Vince's voice boomed as he walked into the room.

"Daddy, thank you for this, it's lovely," she to him, going over to hug him with one arm.

"It's the least I can do for my granddaughter," Vince said, taking Tristan from Stephanie's grasp.

"Are you saying that this will be here every show we come to?" Chris asked.

"Yes it will, and then when she gets older, she'll have so many things everyone will be jealous of her."

"I'm already kind of jealous," Chris laughed.

"Do you want a crib too?" Stephanie asked playfully.

"Well, a bed would be nice," he joked back, "You know, take a nap during the show, rest up."

"You would," she said, giving him a look.

"How are you three?" Vince asked, looking down at Tristan who was looking up at him curiously.

"We're fine Daddy," Stephanie told him, "I'm all moved into Chris's, and so is Tristan. It's really beautiful down there."

"That's good to hear, although I'm going to miss the two of you being so close."

"We'll be on the road," Stephanie said, "Tristan's doctor said that it's ok for her to travel, so you'll see us all the time."

"Well, that's good to hear at least, but when you're not around, you better be taking good care of my daughter and granddaughter," Vince said to Chris.

"Of course I will."

"Well, I've got a meeting with some lawyers at the moment, so if you'll excuse me," he said, handing Tristan back to Stephanie, "I'll see you later."

"Bye Daddy."

Vince left and Stephanie went over to look at the crib in the room again. She set Tristan down inside, looking down at her. She looked comfy, so Stephanie let her stay there as she went over to Tristan's bag. Chris went to his own bag and busied himself with taping up his wrists for the evening. Stephanie searched through the bag, and then cursed to herself.

"Chris, we have a problem."

"What?" he asked, looking over to her.

"We need more diapers," she answered.

"Don't we have enough?"

"I thought I packed more, but I only have one, and that's supposed to last me all night. That won't last me a couple hours."

"Ok, do you want me to go get some right now?"

"Would you?"

"Of course," he said, getting up, "I've got the time."

"Great," she said.

Chris smiled at her and then grabbed his coat, slipping it on as he left the room. He walked out of the arena and out to his car. As he arrived as his car for the evening, he saw someone just arriving, and it turned out to be Victoria. He turned to her car and saw her grabbing her stuff.

"Hey," Chris called out, being nice.

"Oh, hey Chris," Victoria answered, glancing over to his car, "Where are you going? The show is inside the arena."

"Oh, diaper run," he chuckled.

She laughed, "Oh yeah, I had heard you were Stephanie's baby's father. Congratulations.

Chris grinned like a little kid, "Yeah, thanks, it's great."

"Well, I'll let you go get the diapers, you don't want to be without those."

"Bye," Chris said in a friendly tone, before getting into his car.

He drove to the nearest store and hopped out of his car. He went inside and glanced around quickly trying to spot the baby items aisle. Finding it, he went to where the diapers were kept. He laughed to himself as he picked up the brand he needed. He didn't think he'd ever get used to going on a diaper run. Instead of alcohol and junk food, he was now buying diapers and baby formula. His life had gone from bachelor to father in such a short little while, but would he trade it back, not on your life.

He paid for them and hopped back into his car to head back to the arena. He felt a little silly walking down the hallways with diapers under his arm, but he figured everyone knew by now that he was Tristan's father and that he would be carrying diapers if anything else. He went into his locker room, to find Stephanie holding a wailing Tristan.

"Hey, what's wrong with the baby," Chris said, throwing down the diapers onto an empty table.

"She's cranky and I can't get her to stop crying," Stephanie said, trying to calm Tristan down by rocking her gently back and forth.

"You want me to try?" Chris asked, noting that Stephanie was looking a little bit haggard. He was sure he was too, but Stephanie was the one who usually got up at night because she was the one who fed Tristan.

"Oh, I'd love you if you did," she said, sighing gratefully as she handed Tristan over to Chris.

"Hey there baby girl," Chris said, looking down at Tristan, "Why were you crying? Were you crying because you wanted me to come carry you?"

Tristan just kept on crying.

"Ok, obviously, that's not the reason," Chris laughed, "Maybe if I walk her around a bit the movement will help her calm down."

"Ok," Stephanie said, starting to look a bit worried at the excessive crying, "You don't think she's sick do you?"

Chris felt her forehead, "I don't think so, here, you rest in here ok, because you've had it rough the past few days and I'll walk her around outside."

"You're the best," Stephanie said, closing her eyes and leaning against the couch.

"Yeah, I knew that, but thanks."

Chris left the room, still holding the crying baby. He walked slowly up and down the hallways, whispering soothing words to the infant and rocking her slowly. She eventually quieted down, but he kept walking around, not wanting her to start crying again. He walked down the hallway and almost bumped into Victoria. He was going to have to learn to look up while he was with Tristan, as his gaze tended to wander to his little girl.

"You again," Victoria said, smiling as she walked over, "Did you get to the store alright?"

"Yeah, safe and sound and with plenty of diapers."

Victoria looked down at Tristan, "She's adorable."

"Thanks," he said, then looked down at Tristan, "You're lucky you quieted down sweetie or else everyone would've thought you were a devil child."

"Oh, was she crying?"

"I'm surprised you didn't hear her screaming and crying from the other side of the arena," he joked. Tristan gurgled, "Oops, she heard me."

"You seem so comfortable with her," she noticed, "Like a natural dad or something, I bet you'll be great."

"Wow, that's such a nice compliment."

"It's true," she said, looking up at him, a smile on her face.

Chris couldn't help but smile back. He had always thought that Victoria was really beautiful, with her striking features and jet-black hair that set her apart from the rest of the divas. He might have to ask her out sometime, he figured they could have a good time together. They already had a good rapport, and it wasn't like he was attached to anyone at the moment.

Chris looked down and saw Tristan dozing off, "I better bring her back to the locker room before she falls asleep."

"Ok, I'll see you around," she told him.

"We both work here right?"

"Yeah, see ya Chris."

He walked back to his locker room and saw Stephanie reading a magazine as he walked inside. She looked on happily as she realized that Tristan had calmed down considerably. Chris put Tristan in her new crib and rubbed her tummy a little when she started whimpering a little at having to leave her daddy's arms.

"You got her to calm down," Stephanie whispered, walking over.

"Yeah, she just needed a nice walk, get some fresh air and all that."

Stephanie looked down at her, "Good. But you were gone so long that you forgot you have a match coming up against Matt Hardy."

"Damn," Chris said, rushing to get his things together.

Chris managed to get ready just in time and ran down to the gorilla for his match. He was almost out of breath as he extended his arms in his usual entrance stance. He walked down to the ring cockily, like he always did and got in the ring to pose on the ropes before getting hit from behind by Matt Hardy.

Surprisingly enough, considering Matt was in it, the match was more ground-based then air-based. But that might have been because Chris had the clear advantage through the entire match and didn't let up. Even when Matt hit the Twist of Fate it was no match for Chris's skills and he quickly put Matt in the Walls to end the match with a tap out.

Stephanie had taken a limo back to the hotel before he had so that she could put Tristan to bed and not have to move her around when she had been sleeping for hours, so he was all alone as he made his way to his car later that evening. He yawned as he stuck his keys into the ignition and drove back to the hotel. Grabbing his bag, he headed for the elevators and laughed as he saw who was waiting for one.

"We have to stop meeting like this," he said as he approached Victoria.

She turned her head to look at him, "You again?"

"Yeah, it seems we keep ending up at the same place at the same time," he told her as they got on the elevator.

"Odd little coincidence," she laughed.

"Yeah, or maybe I should just ask you out and get it over with?"

"Wow, subtly thy name is NOT Chris Jericho," Victoria said, "And though that was about as uncouth an invite as I've ever received, I'll accept your invitation. Just give me a call."

"I would, if I knew your number," he told her.

She grabbed a piece of paper out of her purse and a pen and scribbled down her phone number on it before handing it to him, "There you go, now you know where to reach me. This is my floor."

She got off with a little wave towards him and he smiled as the doors closed on her, the last thing he saw being the tips of her long hair. He rode the elevator up a few more floors and got off at his own floor, going down to the end of the hall and sticking in his key card so he could enter the room. The room was quiet and he figured that Stephanie had gone to bed as well. He walked into their bedroom, two beds and saw her reading with a small bed light on.

"Hey," he said quietly.

"Hi," she responded, "About time you got back."

"Why is that?"

"You have a message on your phone that keeps beeping."

"Oh, I thought I had it with me," he answered.

"I don't know, it was in Tristan's bag, it started beeping, so I turned it off so that it wouldn't disturb her."

He nodded and went over to grab the phone from the nightstand. He turned it on and listened to his messages, and the message was from his mother, asking why he hadn't been calling them lately, and that she was worried because she hadn't heard from him. Chris grimaced as he realized he had been so caught up with Stephanie and Tristan that he hadn't talked to his parents in a while, when he usually called every couple of days.

"Chris," Stephanie started, seeing his face in the dim light, "Who was it?"

"It was just my mom," he told her, "I haven't talked to her in a while and she was worried."

"Oh," she said, "So she doesn't know about Tristan?"

"I haven't really gotten the chance to talk with her about it," he said, "I mean, we're still adjusting to the idea."

"You could always call her and tell her."

"Yeah, I could............"

"But?" Stephanie said, sensing a but in his voice.

"Or we could just go up there and tell them."