"This is the match list for tonight Stephanie."

"Thank you Father," Stephanie said coldly, not even looking up at her father.

"Stephanie…"

"Yes Father?" she said with a sickeningly sweet voice, one that conveyed all the anger she was feeling at the moment. Every moment with her father was terse and icy. She was showing him that she wasn't joking around with this.

Stephanie was a serious person most of the time, although she had a sense of humor and was nice, but when it came to business, she was a very serious person. She was serious about one other thing now though, and that was her son. She would do anything and everything to protect the little boy inside of her. She wasn't one for mushiness or one to coo over the "miracle of life" that she was experiencing, but Stephanie did know business, she did know commitment and she did know how to see things through and she was using those tactics for her son.

She would never think that business would come in handy when dealing with her pregnancy and her unborn child, but it really was. Stephanie had conviction, and she believed that her father was doing nothing but hurting her and her family right now. Sure, Shane sided with him, but Stephanie had come to see, bit by agonizing bit that maybe Shane was just trying to salvage something that she was starting to let go of.

Her father had not been a typical father to her, never had been and he never would be. He was never the type of father who came to your school plays or put your "A" papers on the refrigerator. He was the type of father who breezed in, told you that you were wonderful and then breezed out in a blur of business suit and briefcases. Stephanie had grown up thinking that she would never make her father proud, and it was a sad thought thinking back to that.

Surprisingly, there was a time that Stephanie hadn't wanted to even be near the wrestling business. When she was younger, she had wanted to be a teacher, to teach people and help people. Most little girls do that though, they see themselves doing something that they never end up doing. You want to be a nurse and then you find out you have an aversion to blood, or in Stephanie's case you find out that you have very little patience and know that teaching would be a very bad calling.

N, she had entered the business destined for her and she was thankful for it. It afforded her many opportunities and above all else, it gave her Chris. She would always be thankful for that, but all she had ever wanted out of this, all she had ever set a goal for was to impress her father. When she got an "A" on something, he would smile, pat her head and tell her she had done a good job, but it wasn't the praise she wanted. At times, she believed she had her father's pride, but then he would go and do something just to prove that he didn't, and it would break her heart a little more until she was slowly breaking away from everything her father had meant to her.

The things he had said last week had thrown her heart to her stomach. She had not forgotten them, but she also hadn't cried again because crying never got you anywhere. Chris worried about her, he always did, and while she loved him for it, she didn't want him to worry. Chris had enough on his plate. He had been so diligently helping with the nursery and going to her Lamaze classes with her and doing everything she wanted because she was sometimes to tired or too clumsy to do it herself. He was the perfect man, the perfect husband and she was so happy that she had him or she would be at a total loss.

Her father had practically come out and said that he didn't love his family. At least that's what it felt like to her. It felt like he could care less about them, and that made her really upset. Her father had meant so much to her for so many years that to hear that she hadn't meant as much to him, that he was jealous of some other man because of the life he had, there was no good way to take that, none.

"Fine, be this way," he told her.

"Ok then, is this the only thing that you needed."

"Actually no, there's one match that I wanted to make that isn't on there," Vince said, turning his voice hard and business-like.

"What would that be?" she asked, pen raised to jot it down.

"I'm putting four members of the Spirit Squad up against Shawn Michaels," he said decisively.

"Is that wise?" Stephanie asked. "I mean, why would you want a match like that?"

"Because I want it, and what I say around here goes."

Stephanie remained expressionless as she regarded her father. "Ok, you ARE the boss right? You do get to decide everything that goes on around here, forget any suggestion by any other person, as long as it's whatever you want then nothing else matters."

"Don't take that tone with me young lady," Vince warned.

"Or what Dad? You're going to fire me? Or maybe you're going to try and hit me, is that what you want to do Dad? Maybe choke me out again? Which one?"

"Stephanie, this is not the place to discuss this."

"We're alone Dad, there's nobody else in here," she said, gesturing around. "When is it a good time to talk about things, huh? How about when I'm in labor, would that be a good time?"

"Now you're just being irate!"

"I'm not being irate!" Stephanie yelled. "I'm being perfectly reasonable here! I just don't appreciate the things you said last week. I don't appreciate it at all."

"Please, I was only talking about Shawn Michaels," Vince scoffed.

"Oh, is that what you think, huh Dad? Well that's just great, I love how you just know that everything you talked about was Shawn," Stephanie said. "Why don't you just leave me alone to do my work Dad, because I really don't want to look at you."

"Don't you talk to me that way!" Vince yelled.

Stephanie looked down, angry tears in her eyes this time. She wanted to just hit her father right now and she had never wanted to do that before. But she was so sick and tired of the head games he played with her entire family. She was just so sick of the way he turned on them at the drop of a hat.

Stephanie kept her head down and she looked at her stomach. Of course, what else was she going to look at since her stomach was her dominating feature now? She had to remember why she was acting this way, who she was doing this for. She was just so tired of it all, so tired of her father and his constant moods.

"I'm not talking to you at all Dad," Stephanie said, getting up slowly. "I'll do whatever you need me to do here, but that's it, otherwise, nothing. It doesn't really matter anyways, I'm starting my maternity leave in about a month and a half anyways, so you won't have to deal with me, or with anything I bring along."

"I don't want it to be this way," Vince told her.

"What way Dad? You mean the way that you act towards me, towards Mom. You know, I never thought you were a horrible father," she told him honestly. "But then I see Chris, and I see how excited he is for our son, and how happy he is and…did you know that he gave up being on tour for us, for the baby and me? Yeah, he had this tour all set up and his band wanted to go and everything and he told them no, and do you know why? He said no because he promised me that he would be here for me, and he doesn't break his promises. He is going to be an amazing father and I'm actually jealous of my son because his father is amazing and I have…you," Stephanie finished. "Whatever Dad, I don't care anymore."

She walked around her desk and out the door. She had had enough of her father for one evening. It wasn't good for her to be so stressed and so very pregnant. She had to take care of herself for Sawyer's sake. Her father was just going to be that sore subject that she didn't ever want to talk about. Stephanie looked down at her hand, which still held the schedule that her father had given her, with the added Shawn Michaels match. Stephanie had a devious idea, a very, very devious idea. She just didn't know how to figure out how to pull this devious idea off. She wanted to even the odds for Shawn later.

"Any reason you're standing there looking confused?" Kurt's voice broke through her thoughts. Stephanie looked up and saw Kurt with Ashley riding piggyback on him. Stephanie laughed shortly and then looked at Kurt.

"Actually, I have a plan for something and I was wondering how I would go about doing it."

"What plan?" Kurt asked suspiciously. Stephanie responded with a sly smile and a shrug. Kurt tilted his head. "Stephanie…what are you planning?"

"Kurt, trust me, it'll be good, and it'll make my Daddy very, very angry," Stephanie said devilishly. Kurt knew that look and he just started laughing heartily. Ashley and Stephanie both gave him odd looks.

"Kurt, what's with the look?" Ashley asked.

"It's just, Steph, you're how many weeks pregnant right now?"

"Thirty weeks," she answered. "About seven and a half months, why?"

"You're STILL scheming, I don't know Steph, are you ever going to calm down, you're just…I don't know, you really don't let anything stop you, do you?"

"No," she answered firmly. "You know how I like to win."

"Yeah, I do. You should've seen this one Ash, she was crazy in her younger years. If she wanted something, she'd do anything to get it. I mean, I remember after I turned on her at Survivor Series a few years ago, I thought she'd murder me."

"Oh, I was going to, but I didn't want to deprive this world of you Kurt," Stephanie said, reaching out to pinch his cheeks. She always did get a little playful when she was scheming to do something. "It would be such a loss."

"And I'd be out a boyfriend, that'd be tragic," Ashley said, kissing Kurt's neck. "Not to mention I wouldn't get the really cool chance to tell everyone that I'm dating the World Champion, which is pretty cool. You should see my friends Kurt, they're totally jealous."

"Are they?" Kurt asked.

"Well…no, but they would be if they met you," she joked.

"You two are insanely cute, you do know that right?" Stephanie said. "I mean, insanely cute in the sense that I'm getting a cavity as we speak."

"Oh great," Ashley said. "I never wanted to be one of those cute couples Kurt. I wanted to be the hard edge couple who fight and throw things at each other and then rip each other's clothes off in the heat of the moment."

"I just learned a little too much about your love life right there," Stephanie laughed.

"We're not insanely sweet," Kurt responded. "Sweet, maybe, but insanely sweet, no, I don't think so. Besides, we're not the ones with the bun in the oven."

"Ugh, can I just say how much that term bugs me?" Stephanie said. "I hate when people say that, or when people come up to me and like want to touch my stomach, that is freaking annoying! My stomach is my own thing, and the only one allowed to touch it besides me is Chris. But people see pregnant belly and it's like a magnet or something."

"Well if that's your biggest complaint this far into your pregnancy, then I'd say you're pretty lucky," Kurt told her.

"Oh, I have my complaints, but I can't voice those complaints, I'm Stephanie McMahon, I have to project an image around here, and that image is not that pregnancy is kicking my ass."

"I'm sorry that you're feeling that way," Ashley said.

"Its fine, the pay-off is worth it I think."

"Sawyer, don't upset your mom in there," Kurt said sternly to her stomach. "I think he'll listen to his Uncle Kurt."

"I think he is listening," Stephanie told him, grabbing one of his hands and putting it squarely in the middle of her stomach. "He heard you and he's probably really pissed that you're trying to tell him what to do. He's a McMahon and a Jericho, we don't take orders very well."

"Man, he's a kicker," Kurt said, taking his hand away from her stomach. "How often does he do that?"

"He's an active little boy," Stephanie said, rolling her eyes. "I blame Chris for it though. Cause Chris is the wrestler, and I feel like this kid is trying to do a ton of dropkicks in there."

"Better to start training early," Kurt said.

"I hate to break this up, but I have a battle royal for the Women's title shot, and I really should go do that," Ashley said. "You can stay here Kurt."

"No, you go," Stephanie insisted. "I have to go make a few calls about later. Plans are only as good as the length you go to get them done. I'll see you guys later, good luck Ashley, I hope you win."

"Thanks Stephanie," Ashley said kindly.

Kurt took her over to the gorilla and set her down gently. She came around his body to face him and she wrapped her arms around his neck and just smiled at him. Yeah, maybe they were just insanely sweet, but she really liked being with Kurt so she didn't much care how they were projected onto other people. Kurt placed his hands on her hips, pulling her a little closer and she hugged herself to him, just standing there.

"Do you think all the boys are jealous of you," Ashley said jokingly.

"Yes, you are the hottest diva this side of Trish."

"So you think Trish is hot?" Ashley asked, raising an eyebrow in inquiry.

"Yes, I do, but you are just as hot, and well, I've seen more of you, so I might just say that you're hotter," he winked.

"So because you've seen me naked, that gives me the edge?"

"Yup."

"Well then I just have to make sure that you never, ever, ever see Trish naked. So when you guys are at home, no hanky-panky while I'm not there, or else Kurt Angle, I'm going to get you," she said, poking him in the chest playfully.

"Shouldn't your ass be getting warmed up or something?"

"There's something else I need to warm up," she said, leaning up on her tiptoes to get her mouth closer to hers. She pressed herself against him as their kiss turned a little bit deeper. Unfortunately she had to cut it short as her match was about to start.

She bounded out there as she usually did and she was ready to kick ass. She knew that she was better than at least four of the other women in this match. The only ones she had to worry about were Mickie and Victoria. Victoria was actually a good wrestler and Mickie, well Mickie was a crazy bitch who had it out for her so of course she was going to watch out for her.

Trish went out there to scout the competition. She wanted to know whose ass she was going to kick to keep her title. She knew she was better than all of the other divas, she had only proven it time and time again. There was no competition for her and it was kind of sad, although a few of them were starting to get better and might one day challenge her, maybe in three or seven years.

Ashley grabbed onto the ropes as she was thrown over them. She didn't know how she managed to stay on the apron, but she was determined to win this. She elbowed someone in the shoulder, she didn't even remember right now she was so hopped up on adrenaline at the moment. She got back in the ring and back into the match. Just like she expected though, Mickie went after her. The girl just knew how to hold a grudge she guessed. They went back and forth for a while and were so engrossed that they were caught off guard by Candice Michelle and Ashley fell to the floor. As she fell, she heard something and then felt a numbing kind of pain in her leg. She gasped and tried to get up, but she couldn't and the pain was getting worse. The referee came up to her and asked if she was alright. She asked him to help her backstage, and she leaned on him.

Trish, who was still standing on the ramp saw Ashley briefly out of the corner of her eye, but figured that she was just sore from being thrown out of the ring. She looked at Candice for a moment, but then Edge and Lita came out before Trish could even think about going down there to confront Candice. Edge sent her a glance and a small smile and she left.

When she was backstage, the first thing she saw was Ashley sitting in a folding chair, Kurt squatting next to her as a trainer was looking at her left leg. She was starting to cry and Kurt was smoothing her hair down and out of her face, kissing her temple occasionally. She wouldn't have been crying if the trainer hadn't been pressing all around her leg and causing spurts of pain to shoot up her leg.

"So what the hell is it?" Kurt asked testily, wanting to know what was wrong with his girlfriend.

"It might be broken, might just be a really bad sprain, won't really know until we get some x-rays on her. She should go to the hospital to get checked out, I'll get the ambulance to get the stretcher."

"Don't bother," Kurt said, carefully lifting her into his arms. "I'll take her."

Ashley buried her head into Kurt's neck and by now she was sobbing silently. The pain was getting worse and couldn't move her toes. Kurt held her tenderly as he walked down to where the ambulance was waiting. He was whispering soothing words into her hair and kissing her forehead.

"It'll be alright Ash, don't worry," he said softly. "You'll be fine. I've broken a neck, I know these things."

"Will you come with me to the hospital?" she asked, and she sounded like a broken child at that moment.

"Of course I'll go with you, I wouldn't be anywhere else."

Ashley smiled through the pain as Kurt helped the paramedics get Ashley into the ambulance. He hopped in and grabbed her hand, smiling down at her and kissing her forehead again. She laced her fingers through his as the doors slammed shut and the ambulance sped off towards the hospital.

"Well, that's gotta be rough, huh?" Trish said as she saw Chris wander over to her.

"What does?"

"Ashley got hurt," Trish told Chris.

"Oh, I didn't see," Chris said and he was looking around.

"Something on your mind Jericho?" Trish asked, folding her arms in front of her.

"Have you seen Stephanie?" Chris asked. "I haven't seen her since we got here and I'm starting to get worried. I went to her office and found all of her paperwork sitting there undone. I just don't know where she could've gone off to."

"Haven't seen her," Trish shrugged. "But then I've been watching that diva battle royale, so I'm not sure I would've noticed if I had seen her."

"Hmm," Chris said, tapping his chin. "Well, I guess I can wait to see her. I just don't want her wandering around because she gets tired more easily now and her back has been aching as well as her legs and I just want her to rest for once."

"Yeah, good luck with that one," Trish said. "You'd have an easier time converting coal into diamonds than getting Stephanie to slow down."

"Yeah, I know," Chris said, then saw Edge and Lita walking backstage. They were holding hands and anybody could tell that they looked happy together. It was perhaps the first time that they actually looked comfortable with each other. "Hey man."

"Oh hey," Edge said, bringing Lita over. Lita and Trish avoided any kind of contact, almost looking like they didn't even want to breathe the same air. Lita stepped a little bit closer to Edge, feeling very out of place. But Edge had told her that he cared about her, and so she didn't feel awkward when he was near her. "I'm totally going to get Mick next week."

"We'll see," Chris said. "You never know."

"Oh I will, I'm not going to stop until I get my title back. I need my title back," he said firmly.

"You've got the sickness," Chris nodded. "I know it well, you become the belt or something. Hey Lita."

"Hey Chris," Lita said nicely. She didn't want to blow things for Edge. She knew how much this meant to him. She knew that he needed his friends, and if somehow she could become friends with them too, it probably wouldn't hurt. But Trish was their friend and Trish hated her.

"So how did your week go?"

For the first time since they had even began their clandestine relationship, Lita and Edge smiled the most genuine smiles. Edge leaned down and kissed her briefly. "Our week went really well actually. It was…great….really…great."

"Yeah…great," Lita added happily, clutching Edge's hand a little harder.

"Which actually brings me to a point that I needed to make," Edge started, looking directly at Chris. "I needed to talk with you and Stephanie, right now preferably, I feel like I need to clear some things up and confess some other things."

Lita wrapped her arm around his waist and gave him a reassuring pat. She had convinced him to tell Chris and Stephanie the plan that he had involving them breaking up. Edge would never feel good about himself if they didn't know what he had wanted at one point and time. There was also another thing he wanted to bring up, but Lita had no idea about that one.

"Yeah, sure, that is if I could actually find my wife, she seems to be hiding from me right now."

Stephanie wasn't hiding. She was sitting in a stairwell at the moment, rooting through her phone numbers. She had actually gotten a hold of the person that she had needed to speak to and the wheels were in motion. She figured that she was done with this plan and sat back against the steps. She was self-satisfied with herself for what she had done, or what she was going to do rather. She had just talked to security and added another name to the list of people cleared to come into the building. She loved a good scheme.

"Whoa, wasn't expecting anyone here."

Stephanie turned her head and saw Rob Van Dam standing over her. He had a little bit of a sweat going so she figured that he had been jogging on the stairs to get ready for his match later on. She smiled up at him. They had had a good friendship going during the Invasion, even though she had pretty much used him to get revenge on Chris Jericho.

"Hey Rob."

"Stephanie McMahon," he said in that laid-back tone of his. "I don't think pregnant women should be sitting in a stairwell."

"I'm cool."

"Cool then," he said, giving her a thumbs up. "You hidin' from someone in here?"

"Nah, I just had to make some private phone calls."

"Well that's…weird," Rob said, then paused and sat down next to her. "Couldn't you have done that in your office?"

"I could've, but then anybody could've heard me and that wouldn't have been good."

"You sure haven't changed," Rob laughed. "I remember you being pretty sneaky back in the day. Heh, you were like a mastermind or something."

"Mastermind, I think I like that," Stephanie said. "I am a mastermind."

"You can be whatever you want to be," Rob said nonchalantly, like he was a motivational speaker or something. "Hey, you aren't like in labor or anything are you? Cause then you really shouldn't be in a stairwell."

"No, I'm not in labor," she laughed. "Though why I would choose to be in a stairwell while in labor would be a weird choice."

"Hey," he shrugged. "To each his own. But I've got to go warm up for my match later, Big Show is…big. And Triple H just has a big nose."

Stephanie laughed at that. Rob had a way of just understating things to the point where they became hilarious. "Good luck Rob."

"Hey, I don't need luck, I'm," and then she knew what was coming as he started to point to himself, "R-V-D."

He started jogging down the steps and she could hear his footsteps fade away and then a door open as he must've entered the hallway. She sat there for a little while, by herself. It was rare that she got a true moment by herself, not that she didn't enjoy the people around her, but with the hectic pace of her life right now, working, having Kurt and Trish live with them, and the impending baby, she hardly got a true moment where she could just sit. She leaned her arms back against the step behind her and relished in the quiet of the stairwell.

"Hey baby," Stephanie said down to her stomach. She had been reading about how her son could open his eyes now and how he could follow light and all of that good stuff. It was weird to think that there was an almost functioning human inside of her body right now. She only had ten or so weeks to adjust to the idea of being a mother. If she got to those ten weeks, thirty-seven weeks was considered full-term and he could come sooner than April 28th. Every day she was closer to meeting her son and it was starting to become so real and so very scary.

"Sawyer, don't hate me, okay. I don't know how I'm going to do with you, but just please…don't hate me. I don't think I could take it. I mean, you'll understand when, or IF, you meet your grandpa, what I mean about not hating me. I just want you to like me…okay…so if you can hear and I know you can, just please don't hate me."

"I don't think anyone could hate you."

She closed her eyes and relished in the voice. She loved that voice above any voice in the world. She loved falling asleep to it and she loved waking up to it. "How could you possibly have found me?"

"I ran into Rob, he said you were here," Chris said, taking a seat on the step a couple steps down from her so that he had to turn and look up. "I was starting to get worried about you. Thought you might have somehow ended up in Trip's locker room and you were doing each other."

"How would that even work?" Stephanie asked. "I'm not exactly easy to get to."

He shrugged. "So Ashley apparently broke her leg."

"She did! When did this happen!"

"At the end of the diva battle royale…hey, just how long have you been sitting here anyways?" he wondered because apparently she hadn't even seen the show.

"A while," Stephanie answered. "I had a few calls to make."

"To whom?"

"To none of your business."

"You really are no fair. I give up going on tour for you and I don't even get to know how you were calling on the phone. How is that fair? Our marriage is supposed to be 50/50, not 90/10."

"I was making a few phone calls to bring in a little help for Shawn Michaels later, if you MUST know."

"Why would he need help?"

"My dad is putting him in a very unfair match so it's Stephanie the mastermind to the rescue," she said in a self-congratulatory sort of way. "It's not a big deal, but it will drive my dad ballistic and really, isn't that what it's all about?"

"Whatever you want to do baby, you know that you have my full support."

"I think that's what I love the most about you," Stephanie said, reaching down to take his hand and bring it up to her lap as she fiddled with his wedding ring.

"What is that?"

"That you never tell me I can't do something. You never make me feel like there isn't something I can't do. Like if I wanted to conquer the world, I don't think that you would stop me. I think you'd probably tell me to go for it."

"I would. I wouldn't mind being the ruler of the world's husband. That'd be pretty prestigious."

"Yeah, but I do think that's what I love the most about you."

"Oh, and here I thought it was for my dashing good looks."

"That too."

"Oh hey, I found you guys," Edge said, jogging up to where the couple was sitting.

"Now how did YOU find us?" Stephanie asked.

"Ran into Trish who got the info from Rob."

"Geez, no privacy around here," Chris said. "Edge needs to talk to us."

"About?"

"Ok," Edge said, sitting down. "This is really hard for me to say and I don't know how you're going to take it. You may hate me, you may want to put a hit out on me, I only ask that you give me a ten-minute head-start."

"Edge, what is this all about?"

"When Lita and I first started seeing each other, after the Kane debacle…the reason we started seeing each other was because I was using her…to get to you Chris."

"Get me to what?" he scoffed.

"She was going to seduce you away from Stephanie, and then I was going to hopefully swoop in and steal Stephanie and then use her to get to the title belt," Edge finished seriously, waiting for the blow. He half-expected Chris to hit him in the face.

Instead all he heard was the spontaneous burst of laughter. Chris and Stephanie laughed and laughed and Edge opened his eyes to see Chris and Stephanie looking at each other and cracking up. Chris had his hand curled into a fist, yes, but it was covering his mouth to keep from bursting into hysterics. Stephanie was clutching her large stomach and her eyes were watering.

"You actually thought that I'd choose Lita over Stephanie?" Chris said, finally calming down.

"And you thought I would even think about getting with you?" Stephanie asked, then burst into laughter again. "That's the funniest thing I've ever heard!"

"Well…okay then," Edge said, thoroughly embarrassed now. "I just didn't want it hanging over my head for the rest of my life. I felt bad for it."

"Well obviously you didn't do a very good job," Chris said. "Since I'm still with Stephanie and everything. You kind of failed that mission."

"Well, I mean, you guys are so into each other."

"Well, we ARE married, I know that means nothing, but it tends to mean that we love each other and probably wouldn't let other people come in and 'steal' us," Stephanie said. "Poor misguided Edge, thinking that you could break us up."

"Yeah, like I'd let you touch my wife," Chris said. "Don't worry about it, it was a stupid idea, you didn't succeed, it's in the past."

"Ok, well then, the other thing I have to say…"

"Oh God, did you suggest to Trips that he and Stephanie became friends or something heinous like that?"

"No, actually, it's this," Edge said, reaching into his pocket and handing Stephanie a slip of paper. "I'm tired…well, no, that's not it. I just…well, I think that one of you deserves to have this. I don't know what you want to do with it, if you want to throw it away fine, but…I think you should have it."

"Whose phone number is this?" Stephanie asked. "Yours?"

"It's Christian's," Edge said. "His new one. I haven't talked to him in a few days, but he says that Mickie has been lying to Trish. I didn't want to give it to Trish because she's starting to get over him, and so I figured you guys were the next best thing, well, Kurt was the next best thing, but he had to take Ashley to the hospital, so I'm giving it to you. He doesn't know anything about you guys or the baby or anything, he refuses to even hear anything about you guys. He does know that Trish is living with you, how he found out, I don't know. But he said that Mickie was lying last week, and when I watched the tape of the show, he was right. Mickie lied to Trish. Christian is still looking out for her."

Stephanie looked down at the sheet of paper. "Christian…"

"Yeah."

"Do you know why he left?" Chris asked seriously.

"No, he won't tell me," Edge said. "I don't know, but I have a feeling something big went down. I don't know what though. But I know that Christian still loves her. You should've heard what he had to say about that Jack guy."

"Thank you," Stephanie said softly. "Thank you so much Edge."

"You don't have to call him right now or anything, but I just thought you should have this. I'll leave you guys alone now."

Edge got up and left quickly, glad that they had laughed at him and not hated him. Lita was waiting by the door anxiously and when Edge finally came through the door she inspected him for anything amiss, like a black eye or a swollen lip. He didn't look unusual and he leaned down to kiss her.

"They laughed, they thought it was funny."

"I'm happy for you," she said, hugging him.

"I also gave them Christian's phone number."

Stephanie looked down at the number, as if memorizing it. Chris had scooted up a few steps so he could look down at it as well. There were a lot of thoughts running through his mind right now. First and foremost all the ways he'd like torture Christian for all the things he had put Trish through. But the time for questions would come later.

"What should we do with it?" Stephanie asked.

"Well, come up with a plan would be good."

"Yeah, like if we call him and he finds out that it's us, he'll hang up, I mean, he hasn't even tried to contact us in months, why would he even want to hear from us."

"Exactly, and I don't know if I'm entirely ready to talk to him. I mean, after what he did to Trish…and then if we call him, we HAVE to tell Trish, and how is she going to take that?"

"I don't know," Stephanie said. "It's a big decision to make."

"Yeah, it is. It comes down to one thing though."

"What's that?"

"Do we want to know what really happened?"

"I called Marty Jannetty to help Shawn later," Stephanie said out of the blue. "That's why I'm sitting here. I know it'll piss my dad off if he shows up so I gave him clearance and a call since I knew he was in the area."

"That was random."

"I just thought I'd tell you what I was really doing. I want to piss my dad off, I want him to know that he can't control everything and everyone. I'm doing it silently so he doesn't know that his daughter can be his worst enemy."

"Is this your way of saying you don't know what to do about Christian?"

"If I find out why he left, I'll have to tell Trish."

"I know. And what else?"

"And I'm afraid of what might happen if we find out."