A/N: If you want to know why I have Trish as the antagonist, I refer you to
Chapter 5 of "I Used to Know You." ;)
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"We didn't even get to go on a honeymoon," Stephanie whined as they walked into the arena.
"So what else is new?"
"You'd think Daddy would let us have one, he didn't let us have one last time," she pouted.
"Remember what your dad said last time though?"
"Yes, that us getting to travel all the time was honeymoon enough," Stephanie deadpanned.
Chris laughed and wrapped his arm around Stephanie's waist. He let his hand settle on her flat stomach and gave it a gentle rub. Stephanie smiled softly and leaned in a little closer to him. They both watched as Regan ran ahead of them then stopped and looked back.
"Come on," she said, waiting impatiently.
Chris laughed, "She gets more like you every day. Both my girls are impatient."
"Only because you are the slowest guy on the planet," she grinned.
Stephanie broke away from him and ran down the hallway after Regan. Regan screamed and started running away. Chris laughed as Stephanie scooped Regan up and kissed her cheeks. Regan laughed giddily and Chris thought, once again, about how lucky he was.
"Aren't you going to wait for me?" he called out.
"Should we wait for Daddy Regan?"
Regan scrunched up her face, "Uh uh."
"You heard her Daddy, we just can't wait forever."
"Nope Daddy," Regan told him.
Chris pouted, and Stephanie laughed, "Oh no Reg, we made Daddy sad."
"Sowwy Daddy," Regan said.
"We'll be in the dressing room Chris," Stephanie said.
"Ok."
Chris watched as Stephanie and Regan walked away. Unbeknownst to him was the fact that someone else was watching this scene. And she found it sickeningly sweet. It almost made her want to puke right then and there. The happy little family. She wanted to spit this awful taste out of her mouth.
But now wasn't the time for that, now was the time for her plan to take action. She put on her best little coy face and prepared herself to talk and be nice and pretty in front of Chris. She pulled her already low-cut top down a little farther, exposing more of her ample cleavage and checked herself in the mirror quickly. Applying some lip gloss and she was ready.
"Chris," she said brightly.
Chris turned around, "Hey Trish what's up?"
"Oh, I just wanted to say congratulations on the wedding and everything. I didn't get the chance to at the wedding," she said.
Then she hugged him. He construed it as a friendly gesture, and hugged her back. Then she went the extra mile and pressed her breasts against him. Chris pulled away quickly and let go of her. He looked at her a little suspiciously, but the look disappeared moments later.
"That's ok, but thanks," he smiled.
"Silly me, it had completely slipped my mind," she giggled like a bimbo.
"Not a problem, really, it's nice of you to congratulate us though."
"How is Stephanie?"
"She's good, going through the pregnancy stuff."
"Oh, that's too bad, poor thing, it must be so hard on her."
"Well, she's been through it before," Chris said.
"But the poor dear, she can't remember that. It must be devastating to have a child you can't even remember."
Chris wanted to laugh. Actually, Stephanie remembered everything about her pregnancy. Stephanie remembered everything about her life. Him, Regan, her family, friends, job, everything. But what everyone else didn't know couldn't hurt them.
"I think she's getting by."
"And you," Trish said, reaching out to put her hand on his shoulder, "It must be so trying for you."
Chris looked at her a little weirdly, "Well, I guess it was hard, but it's all cool now. I mean, I have Stephanie back, what could be better than that?"
She ran her hand down his chest, "Yes, but she doesn't even remember you."
Chris took a step back, "It doesn't matter. I love her. I'll see you around Trish."
Chris walked away quickly. Trish cursed to herself. He was supposed to break down and tell her all his problems so she could comfort him. What the hell was his problem? He never did anything like she thought he would, he would always go in the other direction. He was a hard guy to figure out.
Chris scowled as he thought about Trish. It seemed like she was coming onto him. But that couldn't be right, could it? I mean, Trish was just a friend, and she understood how much he loved Stephanie. He thought everyone understood how much he loved Stephanie. He was probably thinking too much into it anyways. He cleared his head and entered his dressing room.
"Geez, it's about time," Stephanie said.
"I was talking to Trish."
"Oh, how is she?"
Chris sat down next to Stephanie and he furrowed his eyebrows, "I don't know, she was weird."
"Weird, what do you mean, like she was sick?"
"No, she was like flirting with me or something."
"Excuse me?" Stephanie said taken aback, "What the hell is she trying to do flirting with MY husband?"
"I don't know, I'm probably wrong, but that was the vibe that I was getting."
"How dare she?!?" Stephanie said, standing up.
Chris grabbed her hand, "Calm down babe, come on sit down, it was nothing really."
Stephanie sat down hesitantly, "I guess we shouldn't look too much into it right. She was probably just being friendly."
"Yeah, and I don't want you to get worked up."
"Why?"
"Because I don't want to upset the little one," he said, leaning down to kiss her stomach.
Stephanie smiled, "You're so crazy you know that right."
"Just about you and my babies."
"Daddy, why kiss Mama's tummy?" Regan said, coming over to stand near the couch.
"Because that's where your new brother or sister is," he explained to her.
"Hi," she called out to Stephanie's stomach.
Chris and Stephanie smiled at each other as Regan continued to stare at Stephanie's stomach. There was a knock on the door before Vince came waltzing into the room. Chris and Stephanie stood up out of habit. Vince was always so intimidating they always felt like a couple of high schoolers who just got caught making out.
"Hi Daddy," Stephanie said.
"Stephanie, I think that's the first time you've called me Daddy since you got back," Vince said smiling.
Stephanie looked at Chris worriedly, "Well, I just remembered that I used to call you that."
"That's great Princess," he said, coming over to hug her. She hugged him back.
"So Vince, to what do we owe the visit?" Chris asked.
"Well, I was thinking about doing a new storyline for you Chris, and I wanted to get your input on the subject."
"I don't remember discussing any new storylines," Stephanie commented, "At least not at the last meeting."
"Yes, I know, but I was talking to some of the writers and they feel that you need a valet of some sort Chris, especially going into your feud with Hunter. And since he has Victoria on his side, we figured you would need someone."
"Who'd you have in mind Vince?" Chris asked, "My lovely wife Stephanie?"
"Well, she was the first person that came to mind actually, but we had to scrap that idea."
"Why?" Stephanie said.
"Because I don't want you going out there while you're pregnant," Vince said.
"He's got a good point Steph," Chris said, turning to her and putting his hand on her stomach, "It's better for the little one if you stay backstage."
"That's fine."
"So who did you decide?"
"We're putting you with Trish," Vince told them.
"Ok, sounds good," Chris said, not at all worried about being paired up with Trish, "Is this going to be a romance type thing?"
He asked because in the WWE storylines, Chris and Stephanie weren't married. Yes, they had been together before on the show, and yes people knew they were married in real life, but since Stephanie had come back she had yet to make an appearance on WWE television, opting to stay backstage. It was mostly because she didn't have a memory and couldn't be the Stephanie character they knew she could be. And now that she could, she was pregnant and the ring was not the best place for her.
"We're thinking it will be, if that's ok with the both of you?"
"Yeah, fine with me," Chris shrugged, "You Steph?"
"Yeah, fine," she said, nodding.
"Great, I'll try to start that storyline as soon as possible," he said, "I'll see you later, but first, Regan, can Grandpa get a hug?"
Regan looked up from her spot on the floor, where she was playing with all her wrestling action figures. She got up and ran over to the kneeling Vince and threw her little arms around his neck.
"Hi Gampa," she said cutely.
"How's my beautiful little girl?"
"Good, I come with you?"
"If that's ok with Mommy and Daddy," Vince said.
"You can go," Stephanie said.
"Yay," she cried.
Vince stood up and took Regan by the hand. She waved at her parents before going off to watch Vince work. As soon as he was gone, they sat on the couch once again.
"I'm glad they didn't decide to put you with me, I don't want you or the baby getting hurt."
"It's fine, I'll live, and besides, I had to do the same thing with Regan, but that was harder because I was on TV then."
"Yeah, I know," he said, kissing her temple, "And you really don't have a problem that they're pairing me with Trish?"
"Nah, she's just a friend, no worries."
~
"We didn't even get to go on a honeymoon," Stephanie whined as they walked into the arena.
"So what else is new?"
"You'd think Daddy would let us have one, he didn't let us have one last time," she pouted.
"Remember what your dad said last time though?"
"Yes, that us getting to travel all the time was honeymoon enough," Stephanie deadpanned.
Chris laughed and wrapped his arm around Stephanie's waist. He let his hand settle on her flat stomach and gave it a gentle rub. Stephanie smiled softly and leaned in a little closer to him. They both watched as Regan ran ahead of them then stopped and looked back.
"Come on," she said, waiting impatiently.
Chris laughed, "She gets more like you every day. Both my girls are impatient."
"Only because you are the slowest guy on the planet," she grinned.
Stephanie broke away from him and ran down the hallway after Regan. Regan screamed and started running away. Chris laughed as Stephanie scooped Regan up and kissed her cheeks. Regan laughed giddily and Chris thought, once again, about how lucky he was.
"Aren't you going to wait for me?" he called out.
"Should we wait for Daddy Regan?"
Regan scrunched up her face, "Uh uh."
"You heard her Daddy, we just can't wait forever."
"Nope Daddy," Regan told him.
Chris pouted, and Stephanie laughed, "Oh no Reg, we made Daddy sad."
"Sowwy Daddy," Regan said.
"We'll be in the dressing room Chris," Stephanie said.
"Ok."
Chris watched as Stephanie and Regan walked away. Unbeknownst to him was the fact that someone else was watching this scene. And she found it sickeningly sweet. It almost made her want to puke right then and there. The happy little family. She wanted to spit this awful taste out of her mouth.
But now wasn't the time for that, now was the time for her plan to take action. She put on her best little coy face and prepared herself to talk and be nice and pretty in front of Chris. She pulled her already low-cut top down a little farther, exposing more of her ample cleavage and checked herself in the mirror quickly. Applying some lip gloss and she was ready.
"Chris," she said brightly.
Chris turned around, "Hey Trish what's up?"
"Oh, I just wanted to say congratulations on the wedding and everything. I didn't get the chance to at the wedding," she said.
Then she hugged him. He construed it as a friendly gesture, and hugged her back. Then she went the extra mile and pressed her breasts against him. Chris pulled away quickly and let go of her. He looked at her a little suspiciously, but the look disappeared moments later.
"That's ok, but thanks," he smiled.
"Silly me, it had completely slipped my mind," she giggled like a bimbo.
"Not a problem, really, it's nice of you to congratulate us though."
"How is Stephanie?"
"She's good, going through the pregnancy stuff."
"Oh, that's too bad, poor thing, it must be so hard on her."
"Well, she's been through it before," Chris said.
"But the poor dear, she can't remember that. It must be devastating to have a child you can't even remember."
Chris wanted to laugh. Actually, Stephanie remembered everything about her pregnancy. Stephanie remembered everything about her life. Him, Regan, her family, friends, job, everything. But what everyone else didn't know couldn't hurt them.
"I think she's getting by."
"And you," Trish said, reaching out to put her hand on his shoulder, "It must be so trying for you."
Chris looked at her a little weirdly, "Well, I guess it was hard, but it's all cool now. I mean, I have Stephanie back, what could be better than that?"
She ran her hand down his chest, "Yes, but she doesn't even remember you."
Chris took a step back, "It doesn't matter. I love her. I'll see you around Trish."
Chris walked away quickly. Trish cursed to herself. He was supposed to break down and tell her all his problems so she could comfort him. What the hell was his problem? He never did anything like she thought he would, he would always go in the other direction. He was a hard guy to figure out.
Chris scowled as he thought about Trish. It seemed like she was coming onto him. But that couldn't be right, could it? I mean, Trish was just a friend, and she understood how much he loved Stephanie. He thought everyone understood how much he loved Stephanie. He was probably thinking too much into it anyways. He cleared his head and entered his dressing room.
"Geez, it's about time," Stephanie said.
"I was talking to Trish."
"Oh, how is she?"
Chris sat down next to Stephanie and he furrowed his eyebrows, "I don't know, she was weird."
"Weird, what do you mean, like she was sick?"
"No, she was like flirting with me or something."
"Excuse me?" Stephanie said taken aback, "What the hell is she trying to do flirting with MY husband?"
"I don't know, I'm probably wrong, but that was the vibe that I was getting."
"How dare she?!?" Stephanie said, standing up.
Chris grabbed her hand, "Calm down babe, come on sit down, it was nothing really."
Stephanie sat down hesitantly, "I guess we shouldn't look too much into it right. She was probably just being friendly."
"Yeah, and I don't want you to get worked up."
"Why?"
"Because I don't want to upset the little one," he said, leaning down to kiss her stomach.
Stephanie smiled, "You're so crazy you know that right."
"Just about you and my babies."
"Daddy, why kiss Mama's tummy?" Regan said, coming over to stand near the couch.
"Because that's where your new brother or sister is," he explained to her.
"Hi," she called out to Stephanie's stomach.
Chris and Stephanie smiled at each other as Regan continued to stare at Stephanie's stomach. There was a knock on the door before Vince came waltzing into the room. Chris and Stephanie stood up out of habit. Vince was always so intimidating they always felt like a couple of high schoolers who just got caught making out.
"Hi Daddy," Stephanie said.
"Stephanie, I think that's the first time you've called me Daddy since you got back," Vince said smiling.
Stephanie looked at Chris worriedly, "Well, I just remembered that I used to call you that."
"That's great Princess," he said, coming over to hug her. She hugged him back.
"So Vince, to what do we owe the visit?" Chris asked.
"Well, I was thinking about doing a new storyline for you Chris, and I wanted to get your input on the subject."
"I don't remember discussing any new storylines," Stephanie commented, "At least not at the last meeting."
"Yes, I know, but I was talking to some of the writers and they feel that you need a valet of some sort Chris, especially going into your feud with Hunter. And since he has Victoria on his side, we figured you would need someone."
"Who'd you have in mind Vince?" Chris asked, "My lovely wife Stephanie?"
"Well, she was the first person that came to mind actually, but we had to scrap that idea."
"Why?" Stephanie said.
"Because I don't want you going out there while you're pregnant," Vince said.
"He's got a good point Steph," Chris said, turning to her and putting his hand on her stomach, "It's better for the little one if you stay backstage."
"That's fine."
"So who did you decide?"
"We're putting you with Trish," Vince told them.
"Ok, sounds good," Chris said, not at all worried about being paired up with Trish, "Is this going to be a romance type thing?"
He asked because in the WWE storylines, Chris and Stephanie weren't married. Yes, they had been together before on the show, and yes people knew they were married in real life, but since Stephanie had come back she had yet to make an appearance on WWE television, opting to stay backstage. It was mostly because she didn't have a memory and couldn't be the Stephanie character they knew she could be. And now that she could, she was pregnant and the ring was not the best place for her.
"We're thinking it will be, if that's ok with the both of you?"
"Yeah, fine with me," Chris shrugged, "You Steph?"
"Yeah, fine," she said, nodding.
"Great, I'll try to start that storyline as soon as possible," he said, "I'll see you later, but first, Regan, can Grandpa get a hug?"
Regan looked up from her spot on the floor, where she was playing with all her wrestling action figures. She got up and ran over to the kneeling Vince and threw her little arms around his neck.
"Hi Gampa," she said cutely.
"How's my beautiful little girl?"
"Good, I come with you?"
"If that's ok with Mommy and Daddy," Vince said.
"You can go," Stephanie said.
"Yay," she cried.
Vince stood up and took Regan by the hand. She waved at her parents before going off to watch Vince work. As soon as he was gone, they sat on the couch once again.
"I'm glad they didn't decide to put you with me, I don't want you or the baby getting hurt."
"It's fine, I'll live, and besides, I had to do the same thing with Regan, but that was harder because I was on TV then."
"Yeah, I know," he said, kissing her temple, "And you really don't have a problem that they're pairing me with Trish?"
"Nah, she's just a friend, no worries."