"So are you two excited?" the doctor asked as Stephanie lay on the table at
the doctor's office.
"Very," Stephanie said, looking over to Hunter with a smile, "Also a little bit nervous since this is our first."
"Don't worry, once this baby comes, you'll go so quickly into mother and father mode you won't know anything different."
"That's what I'm hoping," Stephanie laughed, "Because right now, I don't think that I'm really ready to be a mother, so I'm hoping the instinct will kick in soon."
"She doesn't know what she's talking about," Hunter interrupted, "She's going to be a great mother."
"You appease me too much," Stephanie said as he leaned down to kiss her.
"Ok, here we go," the doctor said as the moved the wand to a specific place on Stephanie's stomach. She pointed to a small dot on the screen and then turned to the couple to speak, "And that's your baby."
"Wow, talk about your tiny little things," Hunter said.
"Well, right now, it's about the said of a walnut," the doctor said, "Obviously it'll get bigger, but right now, that's all we have to work with."
"It's so cool though," Stephanie said with a smile, "But everything is looking fine, right doctor?"
"So far so good. As long as you continue to do everything you've been doing, and take all your pre-natal vitamins, everything will hopefully go well and you'll get a perfect little baby."
"Thanks," Stephanie said as the doctor wiped the gel off of her stomach, "So should we schedule our appointment for next month?"
"If you want, we'd probably prefer it if you did though," she said.
"Great, thanks," Hunter said.
"Good luck, and congratulations," the doctor said upon her exit.
Stephanie smiled up at Hunter as they were left alone. She sat up and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. He almost laid her down on the table that she was on, but refrained. Stephanie put her clothes back on and they walked out of the room and went to make Stephanie's next appointment. After they were through with that, they walked out of the doctor's office.
"Let me check my messages before we go," Stephanie said as she halted outside the office.
"I'll go start the car and bring it here so you don't have to walk."
"I can walk to the car Hunter."
"I know you can, but I don't want you to have to, let me do this for you."
"Fine, but don't expect this to happen all the time!" she called out.
"I wouldn't dream of it!" Hunter called back.
Stephanie took out her cell phone, and saw she had five voice mail messages. The things she missed while she was in the doctor's office. She punched in her code and put the phone up to her ear and hoped it wasn't her dad asking her to come to the office or something. She didn't want to spend Friday night going over the books or something.
"Hello Stephanie, bet you didn't know I had this number, but I do. I thought we could get together sometime and have some fun, for old time's sakes. You don't have to tell your husband, it'll just be you and me, together at last."
Stephanie froze in her spot, not actually hearing any of the other messages that played. How did Goldberg get her phone number at all? She didn't readily give it out, but he must have gotten it somewhere. Just hearing that voice of his sent chills up her spine and sent images to her brain that she didn't want to think about.
She dialed Chris's number quickly before Hunter got there and hoped that he would answer his phone. "This is Jericho, speak."
"Chris, it's me."
"Me who?"
"Don't play dumb with me."
"Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley, is this you?"
"Cut the shit," she told him, "I was at the doctor's office right now--"
"Are you alright?" he asked, concern tinging his voice.
"Yeah, it was just a routine check-up, I'm fine, the baby's fine, everyone's fine. I haven't ruled you out as a possibility for the baby's father though, if you were wondering."
"Oh, you crack me up," Chris said sarcastically, "So if everything is fine, why are you calling me, except to bug me and accuse me of being the father of your baby?"
"Goldberg somehow got my cell phone number."
"How the hell did that happen?"
"You're asking ME, I'm asking YOU!"
"How am I supposed to know?"
"Well you always have your finger to the pulse of who knows what with whom, you have to be on top of these things."
"Well I'm not, but I'll try to find out."
"Good," she said as she spotted Hunter driving towards her, "Hunter's here, I have to go, I'll see you at Raw on Monday and we'll talk then, until then, don't breathe a word of this to anybody."
"Fine, but I have one more thing to say."
"What?"
"Tell Hunter!"
"Shut up and goodbye!"
She hung up the phone hastily and shoved it deep in her purse. She didn't want Hunter asking her about her calls, and she hadn't had time to delete the message from Goldberg. Hopefully that was the only one on there that was from him. She didn't want to think that he would call her multiple times. Hunter opened the door for her and she got in.
"Any messages?"
"A few, nothing important thank goodness."
"Good," he said, patting her leg, "How about we go home and relax and spend the rest of the weekend just being with each other."
"When did you turn into such a sap?" Stephanie asked jokingly.
"Only around you," he said, "Around everyone else, I'm an asshole and I wouldn't have it any other way."
"Don't I know that," Stephanie said as she leaned over to kiss him.
Later that evening, Stephanie snuck out of bed and downstairs. She was a little bit hungry so she got some mashed potatoes from the fridge and sat on the counter as she ate them. As she finished up, she grabbed the cordless phone and dialed Chris's home number. She glanced at the clock and saw that it was two in the morning.
"Who the fuck is this!" Chris mumbled angrily.
"It's Steph."
"Stephanie, God, what the hell do you want? I have an early flight to Raw in the morning and this is not helping."
"I have an early flight too, but I couldn't sleep, I'm worried."
"About Goldberg," Chris said as he sat up in bed.
"Yeah, I mean, what if...I just don't want to deal with him."
"Stephanie, for the love of all that is good and pure, would you just tell Hunter so he can be the one up at two in the freaking morning! I don't have to be your savior anymore."
"Yes, you do, Chris, I can't tell Hunter, he would just kill Goldberg and be done with it, you are more level-headed than him."
"But he loves you."
"You love me too."
"As a friend, not as anything more."
"So?"
"So go tell him, or at least talk to me tomorrow."
"Fine, night."
"Thank you, good night."
Stephanie hung up the phone and got off the counter. She walked into the living room, her arms wrapped around herself as she sat down on the couch. She sat there thinking for a while before she fell asleep right there on the couch, her head on one of the pillows and one arm hanging off the side.
Hunter woke up the next morning expecting to see Stephanie next to him, but she wasn't there. He called out her name, but he didn't get any answer, everything was quiet. He sat up and stretched out his arms, hearing his elbows crack in the process. He looked around and didn't see Stephanie anywhere. She must've woken up earlier. He went downstairs and saw her lying on the couch. Wondering what she was doing there, he knelt beside the couch and looked down at her.
"Steph," he whispered. She stirred, but didn't wake up. "Stephy, wake up."
"Shut up," she mumbled under her breath, Hunter straining to hear her.
"Steph, come on, it's time to get up so we can go to the show."
"I'm up, I'm up." She opened her eyes and smiled at him.
"What were you doing sleeping on the couch?"
"Oh, I couldn't sleep and got hungry and I was just thinking and ended up here."
He laughed and helped her up. They were on their way in no time and after their flight, they headed straight for the arena since it was almost time for them to be there anyways. Stephanie was content to stay in the catering area as Hunter went to talk to some of the people he would be working with that night.
"Stephanie McMahon."
She closed her eyes, "Leave me alone."
"Why? I just wanted to have a friendly discussion with you."
"Nothing with you is friendly," she snapped, "So just go away."
"I'm pretty comfortable though."
"I don't care what you are, and if you won't leave, I will." She stood up and started to walk down one of the hallways. Goldberg ran to catch up to her and stepped in front of her, effectively blocking her path. "What do you want from me!"
"I think I made it pretty clear last time."
"Stephanie, I need to talk--Goldberg..."
Stephanie turned a grateful eye towards her husband, "Hunter, baby, I've been looking for you."
"What's going on?" he asked, looking at Goldberg suspiciously.
"Nothing," Stephanie said, leading Hunter away, "He seems to think I actually have power around here or something, but I set him straight, let's go to the locker room and you can tell me all about what you're doing on the show tonight."
"Ok..." Hunter said with a hesitancy as he glanced back at Goldberg. "You sure he wasn't bothering you?"
"He was, but now you're here to save me," she said, kissing his cheek, "Nothing to worry about."
"You sure?"
"I'm positive Hunter, there's nothing for you to worry about."
"Very," Stephanie said, looking over to Hunter with a smile, "Also a little bit nervous since this is our first."
"Don't worry, once this baby comes, you'll go so quickly into mother and father mode you won't know anything different."
"That's what I'm hoping," Stephanie laughed, "Because right now, I don't think that I'm really ready to be a mother, so I'm hoping the instinct will kick in soon."
"She doesn't know what she's talking about," Hunter interrupted, "She's going to be a great mother."
"You appease me too much," Stephanie said as he leaned down to kiss her.
"Ok, here we go," the doctor said as the moved the wand to a specific place on Stephanie's stomach. She pointed to a small dot on the screen and then turned to the couple to speak, "And that's your baby."
"Wow, talk about your tiny little things," Hunter said.
"Well, right now, it's about the said of a walnut," the doctor said, "Obviously it'll get bigger, but right now, that's all we have to work with."
"It's so cool though," Stephanie said with a smile, "But everything is looking fine, right doctor?"
"So far so good. As long as you continue to do everything you've been doing, and take all your pre-natal vitamins, everything will hopefully go well and you'll get a perfect little baby."
"Thanks," Stephanie said as the doctor wiped the gel off of her stomach, "So should we schedule our appointment for next month?"
"If you want, we'd probably prefer it if you did though," she said.
"Great, thanks," Hunter said.
"Good luck, and congratulations," the doctor said upon her exit.
Stephanie smiled up at Hunter as they were left alone. She sat up and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. He almost laid her down on the table that she was on, but refrained. Stephanie put her clothes back on and they walked out of the room and went to make Stephanie's next appointment. After they were through with that, they walked out of the doctor's office.
"Let me check my messages before we go," Stephanie said as she halted outside the office.
"I'll go start the car and bring it here so you don't have to walk."
"I can walk to the car Hunter."
"I know you can, but I don't want you to have to, let me do this for you."
"Fine, but don't expect this to happen all the time!" she called out.
"I wouldn't dream of it!" Hunter called back.
Stephanie took out her cell phone, and saw she had five voice mail messages. The things she missed while she was in the doctor's office. She punched in her code and put the phone up to her ear and hoped it wasn't her dad asking her to come to the office or something. She didn't want to spend Friday night going over the books or something.
"Hello Stephanie, bet you didn't know I had this number, but I do. I thought we could get together sometime and have some fun, for old time's sakes. You don't have to tell your husband, it'll just be you and me, together at last."
Stephanie froze in her spot, not actually hearing any of the other messages that played. How did Goldberg get her phone number at all? She didn't readily give it out, but he must have gotten it somewhere. Just hearing that voice of his sent chills up her spine and sent images to her brain that she didn't want to think about.
She dialed Chris's number quickly before Hunter got there and hoped that he would answer his phone. "This is Jericho, speak."
"Chris, it's me."
"Me who?"
"Don't play dumb with me."
"Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley, is this you?"
"Cut the shit," she told him, "I was at the doctor's office right now--"
"Are you alright?" he asked, concern tinging his voice.
"Yeah, it was just a routine check-up, I'm fine, the baby's fine, everyone's fine. I haven't ruled you out as a possibility for the baby's father though, if you were wondering."
"Oh, you crack me up," Chris said sarcastically, "So if everything is fine, why are you calling me, except to bug me and accuse me of being the father of your baby?"
"Goldberg somehow got my cell phone number."
"How the hell did that happen?"
"You're asking ME, I'm asking YOU!"
"How am I supposed to know?"
"Well you always have your finger to the pulse of who knows what with whom, you have to be on top of these things."
"Well I'm not, but I'll try to find out."
"Good," she said as she spotted Hunter driving towards her, "Hunter's here, I have to go, I'll see you at Raw on Monday and we'll talk then, until then, don't breathe a word of this to anybody."
"Fine, but I have one more thing to say."
"What?"
"Tell Hunter!"
"Shut up and goodbye!"
She hung up the phone hastily and shoved it deep in her purse. She didn't want Hunter asking her about her calls, and she hadn't had time to delete the message from Goldberg. Hopefully that was the only one on there that was from him. She didn't want to think that he would call her multiple times. Hunter opened the door for her and she got in.
"Any messages?"
"A few, nothing important thank goodness."
"Good," he said, patting her leg, "How about we go home and relax and spend the rest of the weekend just being with each other."
"When did you turn into such a sap?" Stephanie asked jokingly.
"Only around you," he said, "Around everyone else, I'm an asshole and I wouldn't have it any other way."
"Don't I know that," Stephanie said as she leaned over to kiss him.
Later that evening, Stephanie snuck out of bed and downstairs. She was a little bit hungry so she got some mashed potatoes from the fridge and sat on the counter as she ate them. As she finished up, she grabbed the cordless phone and dialed Chris's home number. She glanced at the clock and saw that it was two in the morning.
"Who the fuck is this!" Chris mumbled angrily.
"It's Steph."
"Stephanie, God, what the hell do you want? I have an early flight to Raw in the morning and this is not helping."
"I have an early flight too, but I couldn't sleep, I'm worried."
"About Goldberg," Chris said as he sat up in bed.
"Yeah, I mean, what if...I just don't want to deal with him."
"Stephanie, for the love of all that is good and pure, would you just tell Hunter so he can be the one up at two in the freaking morning! I don't have to be your savior anymore."
"Yes, you do, Chris, I can't tell Hunter, he would just kill Goldberg and be done with it, you are more level-headed than him."
"But he loves you."
"You love me too."
"As a friend, not as anything more."
"So?"
"So go tell him, or at least talk to me tomorrow."
"Fine, night."
"Thank you, good night."
Stephanie hung up the phone and got off the counter. She walked into the living room, her arms wrapped around herself as she sat down on the couch. She sat there thinking for a while before she fell asleep right there on the couch, her head on one of the pillows and one arm hanging off the side.
Hunter woke up the next morning expecting to see Stephanie next to him, but she wasn't there. He called out her name, but he didn't get any answer, everything was quiet. He sat up and stretched out his arms, hearing his elbows crack in the process. He looked around and didn't see Stephanie anywhere. She must've woken up earlier. He went downstairs and saw her lying on the couch. Wondering what she was doing there, he knelt beside the couch and looked down at her.
"Steph," he whispered. She stirred, but didn't wake up. "Stephy, wake up."
"Shut up," she mumbled under her breath, Hunter straining to hear her.
"Steph, come on, it's time to get up so we can go to the show."
"I'm up, I'm up." She opened her eyes and smiled at him.
"What were you doing sleeping on the couch?"
"Oh, I couldn't sleep and got hungry and I was just thinking and ended up here."
He laughed and helped her up. They were on their way in no time and after their flight, they headed straight for the arena since it was almost time for them to be there anyways. Stephanie was content to stay in the catering area as Hunter went to talk to some of the people he would be working with that night.
"Stephanie McMahon."
She closed her eyes, "Leave me alone."
"Why? I just wanted to have a friendly discussion with you."
"Nothing with you is friendly," she snapped, "So just go away."
"I'm pretty comfortable though."
"I don't care what you are, and if you won't leave, I will." She stood up and started to walk down one of the hallways. Goldberg ran to catch up to her and stepped in front of her, effectively blocking her path. "What do you want from me!"
"I think I made it pretty clear last time."
"Stephanie, I need to talk--Goldberg..."
Stephanie turned a grateful eye towards her husband, "Hunter, baby, I've been looking for you."
"What's going on?" he asked, looking at Goldberg suspiciously.
"Nothing," Stephanie said, leading Hunter away, "He seems to think I actually have power around here or something, but I set him straight, let's go to the locker room and you can tell me all about what you're doing on the show tonight."
"Ok..." Hunter said with a hesitancy as he glanced back at Goldberg. "You sure he wasn't bothering you?"
"He was, but now you're here to save me," she said, kissing his cheek, "Nothing to worry about."
"You sure?"
"I'm positive Hunter, there's nothing for you to worry about."