He had an almost comical bandage around his hand when he walked into the arena the next
afternoon. His first stop was into Lita's dressing room. She was lacing up the front of her shirt when Chris walked in. Lita turned to him for a moment, as if to say something, but then turned back to the mirror. Chris sighed and moved behind her. He wrapped his hands around her waist and spoke softly in her ear. "You have nothing to worry about." Lita shrugged him away and began putting on her lipstick. "Is that right?" Chris grabbed her and and turned her to him. "Yes, it is." Lita looked at her reflection and then at Chris. "Well, what am I supposed to think, Chris? I mean, Stephanie is back...don't tell me that you don't care--" "I don't care." Lita tilted her head and looked at Jericho. Jericho continued, "I left her for you, Lita...what more do you want?" Lita looked incredulous and pushed him. "You didnt leave her because you wanted to. I was pregnant! And it was the right thing to do." Chris bowed his head. "I know you were pregnant." He said slowly. Lita's face softened. "Oh, sweety...Im sorry. I--I know how much you wanted our son...I did too...stillborns--they..." Chris moved away from her and looked away. His son was still a sore subject. Being at the hospital. The anticipation. And the incredible pain when Lita gave birth to their stillborn son. He felt Lita's hand rub his back. "Sweety? Are you ok?" Jericho turned to her suddenly. His mouth met hers and he kissed her hungrily. And she let him. He was trying to get off the subject and she knew it. He slanted his mouth over hers as her fingers combed through his hair. "I only want you." He murmurred inbetween kisses. "I only want you." Yet, slowly, his mind wandered to Stephanie. Chris pulled away from Lita, feeling guilty. His eyes met hers for a second then moved away. "I--I go to get dressed...get ready for the show." "Ok." Lita said gently. Chris leaned his face to hers. Lita kissed him on the cheek for good luck. Chris walked out of the dressing room and closed the door behind him. He let out a deep exhale and closed his eyes for a second. He then made his way to his dressing room. He had a match to prep for.
afternoon. His first stop was into Lita's dressing room. She was lacing up the front of her shirt when Chris walked in. Lita turned to him for a moment, as if to say something, but then turned back to the mirror. Chris sighed and moved behind her. He wrapped his hands around her waist and spoke softly in her ear. "You have nothing to worry about." Lita shrugged him away and began putting on her lipstick. "Is that right?" Chris grabbed her and and turned her to him. "Yes, it is." Lita looked at her reflection and then at Chris. "Well, what am I supposed to think, Chris? I mean, Stephanie is back...don't tell me that you don't care--" "I don't care." Lita tilted her head and looked at Jericho. Jericho continued, "I left her for you, Lita...what more do you want?" Lita looked incredulous and pushed him. "You didnt leave her because you wanted to. I was pregnant! And it was the right thing to do." Chris bowed his head. "I know you were pregnant." He said slowly. Lita's face softened. "Oh, sweety...Im sorry. I--I know how much you wanted our son...I did too...stillborns--they..." Chris moved away from her and looked away. His son was still a sore subject. Being at the hospital. The anticipation. And the incredible pain when Lita gave birth to their stillborn son. He felt Lita's hand rub his back. "Sweety? Are you ok?" Jericho turned to her suddenly. His mouth met hers and he kissed her hungrily. And she let him. He was trying to get off the subject and she knew it. He slanted his mouth over hers as her fingers combed through his hair. "I only want you." He murmurred inbetween kisses. "I only want you." Yet, slowly, his mind wandered to Stephanie. Chris pulled away from Lita, feeling guilty. His eyes met hers for a second then moved away. "I--I go to get dressed...get ready for the show." "Ok." Lita said gently. Chris leaned his face to hers. Lita kissed him on the cheek for good luck. Chris walked out of the dressing room and closed the door behind him. He let out a deep exhale and closed his eyes for a second. He then made his way to his dressing room. He had a match to prep for.