"Chris, I've got wonderful news."
"What is it baby?" he asked turning his attention to her.
"Um, it's kind of ironic that you called me baby."
"And just why is that ironic?"
"Chris, can you come here for a moment?" she asked, beckoning him over.
"Sure," he said getting up and walking over to her.
"This is how it's ironic," she said taking his hand and placing it over her abdomen.
"Huh, I don't get it," he said, confused.
"This," she said gesturing towards his hand that was still on her stomach, "is on our baby, you called me baby, see that's irony."
"Baby?" he asked dumbfounded.
"Yes," she said grinning, "I'm having a baby. Our baby."
"Our baby," he whispered, " I'm going to be a Daddy?"
"Yeah."
He grinned at her, and placed his hand a little firmer on her stomach, before taking his hand off. He took her in his arms and hugged her tightly to him. She pulled away and laughed, happy tears coming to her eyes. He leaned in, and kissed her tears away. She hugged him again, letting herself melt into his embrace.
"I love you so much," he told her.
"I know."
Stephanie shook her head, another memory floating into her brain. They had been coming every so often. She would get these flashes, these memories that kept replaying in her mind. She didn't know what to make of them. Should she tell someone, should she find some way to contact Chris and tell him? If she did tell him, would he even care?
She found herself watching Raw and SmackDown every week just to see him, just to see Chris. She now knew of all the wrestlers, though she didn't personally remember them. But she really only cared about Chris.
She even started looking things up on the internet, trying to find out things about him, anything she could find. She didn't know why, but she knew that she had a some sort of connection to him, something deeper that even loss of memory, time, nothing could ever change. It was such a comforting thought when she thought that the memories wouldn't come back, when time passed between memories that flitted through her brain.
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Chris walked backstage, wanting to see Regan. The past few days, he had been thinking a lot about Stephanie. He didn't know why, but he felt like she was thinking about him, that she somehow needed him. Of course, he wouldn't let these thoughts linger for more than a few moments, not wanting to dwell on the woman who otherwise haunted his very soul.
He reached his dressing room, and quietly opened the door. He saw Regan sitting next to Kurt watching the television with fascination. She smiled at Kurt, and he remembered that smile on Stephanie, every time Regan smiled he would think about Stephanie, about everything he had lost in so short a time.
"I hate you," she said giggling.
"Aww, no you don't."
"Yes, I do, I hate your guts."
"Why is that?"
"You always have to do something incredibly sweet, knowing that I could never top it. You do it on purpose."
"Hey, just because I like to do things for you doesn't mean that I'm trying to outdo you. Hell, I don't want anything in return."
"Really?" she asked suspiciously.
"Ok, maybe a little something."
"And what would that something be."
He leaned over to whisper in her ear, "Your smile."
"That's all?"
"Yup, that's it."
And so she smiled.
Chris was brought back to reality as he heard Regan giggling. She was becoming more like Stephanie every time he looked at her. Her birthday was coming up in a week, and he had planned a family barbeque at his house. It kind of made him sad to think that Stephanie wouldn't be able to be there. She had missed every single one of Regan's birthdays, and he knew she would miss every single one from now on.
"Daddy!"
"Hey there Princess."
"Good match," she said grinning.
"Kurt have you been influencing her again?" he asked him, in a kidding tone.
"Maybe a little, but she loves it," Kurt said as he left the room for his match.
"Daddy, I get wefwing stuff for my birthday?"
"Hmm, we'll have to wait and see won't we?"
"Ok," Regan said pouting. Chris went over and started tickling her.
"Don't you pout you little thing, you only have one week more to wait."
"Daddy, stop," she said giggling uncontrollably.
"Ok, baby girl," he said stopping his tickle assault on her.
He smiled as she went back to watching the show, noticing that Kurt was onscreen. She was always attentive when Kurt was on. He figured she had a little crush on him. He realized most of the McMahons loved Kurt, he wondered if it ran in the family or something.
He thought about the party he was having next week. He hoped it went off as planned. He had been planning it for a while now. He figured that having just the family was a good way to go, and maybe he would tell them about Stephanie, maybe they deserved to know about her.
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"She's beautiful," he said.
"Isn't she?"
"She looks like you."
"You think?"
"Well, she's beautiful, you're beautiful, I figure that means she looks like you."
"You're too sweet. How's your hand?"
"It's fine," he said holding up his hand, which was encased in a cast.
"Good. I can't believe you actually broke it. You were really freaking out."
"Well, I've never had a baby before, I panicked," he said laughing, "So what do we name her?"
"What about those names that we had thought about?"
"She doesn't look like an Iliana or an Adriana."
"Yeah, you're right, so what do we name her?" she asked.
"Regan," he suggested.
"Regan? Where'd you get that from?"
"Shakespeare. King Lear, she's one of the characters," he explained.
"I like that, Regan, that's a pretty name, I think that's what we'll name her," she said, before turning to the newborn, "Hey Regan."
"So, I guess this means we're like officially a family," he said smiling.
"I guess so."
"I love you both more than life itself," he said.
Stephanie's eyes snapped open. She realized it was morning and she'd had another memory disguised as a dream. She looked to the calendar, and suddenly she remembered that today was Regan's birthday. She didn't know how she knew, but she knew.
She realized in that moment that she wanted to go home. She wanted to remember again. But most importantly she wanted Chris and Regan. She may not completely remember them, but that didn't mean she didn't need them. Now she just had to figure out a way to find them.
She didn't know how she could get their phone number or address. She didn't think that the information would be steadily available, considering Chris was pretty famous. If she couldn't remember how could she find them? She figured Chris would think that she would never want to see him, and wouldn't leave her any clue, would he?
The picture! Maybe, the picture he had given her had something on it that she could use to find him. She raced to her purse, and dug out her wallet. She pulled it open, turning to the picture he had given her. She took it out, and turned it over anxiously, silently hoping that it would have something that would help her.
She looked down at the picture, and as luck would have it, there was an address on it. She didn't know if it was in Chris's handwriting, but there was an address on there. She raced to the phone and booked herself on the next flight to Connecticut.
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Chris laughed as he stood behind the barbeque in his backyard. Regan was talking happily to Vince, telling her about all the things that she wanted for her birthday. There was a big stack of presents inside the house from everyone in the company. They were going to open them after they ate.
"Daddy, do I get to open presents now?" Regan said, tugging on his shorts.
"After dinner Princess."
"Is it after dinner yet?" she whined.
"No sweetie, not yet, it'll be ready soon ok."
"Ok," she conceded before running over to Shane.
"Chris, do you need any help?" Vince said, walking over.
"Actually, yeah, could you watch this while I go inside and get something?"
"Sure," Vince said, taking Chris's spot behind the barbeque.
Chris walked inside the house, intending to get the pepper and salt so he could season some of the stuff he was cooking on the barbeque. He walked into the kitchen when he heard the doorbell ring. Wondering who would be coming over, he walked to the door. He opened the door and gasped when he saw who was on the other side.
"Emma!" he said shocked.
"The name's Stephanie."