A/N: Thanks so much for the wonderful reviews guys, I'm glad you're enjoying the sequel, and I hope it's not too off base from the first one. :)

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"So what do I have planned tonight?"

"A match against Kane with a little interference from Hunter and Victoria, and a promo with Trish," she answered.

"That it?"

"Uh huh."

"Sorry I couldn't be at your doctor's appointment today," Chris said, rubbing the slight bulge of Stephanie's stomach.

"It's ok, my dad just didn't have any other time to schedule a meeting with you, that's all."

"What did the doctor say?"

"Everything looks good, he did an ultrasound."

"Ooh, lemme see," Chris said anxiously.

Stephanie laughed and got off of Chris's lap. She went over to her purse and went looking through it. She found the sonogram picture and took it out. She walked back to Chris and sat down on his lap again. She handed him the picture.

"There's the newest addition to the Jericho household," she grinned.

"Remember when Regan was born?" Chris said.

"Of course I do, I can remember everything you know," she smirked.

Chris didn't think his grin could get any wider, "I love that."

"And I love you. I remember you breaking your hand while tripping over the sofa cause you were in such a panic."

"I never had a baby before, it was understandable," he chuckled.

"You gonna be calmer with this one?"

"I'll try, but I make no promises," he gazed down at the sonogram, "What do you want it to be?"

"A baby."

Chris rolled his eyes, "You know what I mean weirdo."

"Don't call me a weirdo, you're a weirdo."

"Well, you're a bitch."

"You're an ass."

"I kind of want a boy," Chris said, looking up at her.

"Well, surprise, surprise," Stephanie said sarcastically.

"Shut up," he said jokingly.

"A boy would be nice. Regan would have a little brother to take care of."

"She's going to love having a baby around the house. She always loves when she gets to see Sam."

"Yeah, she'll be a great big sister."

"Promise you won't go and die on me so I don't have to raise two kids by myself?"

She shoved him, "I hate you."

"Oh, I know you do Stephy, but you're stuck with me...forever."

"Why oh why did I ever agree to marry you?" she said in a mock woeful tone.

"Because you wanted all the Jericho lovin'."

"Oh dear God, I came back for this?"

Chris chuckled and kissed her, "Of course you did, you couldn't stand to be away from me any longer."

Stephanie kissed him again, "Shut up."

"Mmm, I'd love to continue this, but don't I have to work? You know earn a paycheck."

"Please, you're married to me, you know you don't even have to work ever again."

"I know, but I like what I do, so am I up next?"

"Yeah, but we've got a few minutes," she answered, kissing him more.

"How's the storyline doing anyways?"

"It's going well, I think that the fans are really behind you going into the big match against Hunter."

"That's good, we have been feuding for a month."

"Yeah, and you've been stuck with Trish for a month," she laughed.

"I swear, I think she puts too much oomph into our kisses."

"Eh, it's acting."

"Well, I always put a little something into our kisses," Chris winked.

"Yeah, you're tongue," she said getting up.

"Hey, my lap is cold now."

"Oh no sweetheart, I think things are pretty hot down there, don't you think?" she said, eyeing him.

"You know, it's times like these that I kind of miss you without your memory."

She gave him a dirty look, "Get out there and make me proud....asshole."

"What was that Steph?"

"Nothing dear," she said storming out of the dressing room.

Chris ran after her, knowing she wasn't really mad, but she always loved to play the fact that she was. She could sense him behind her and started to walk a little faster. Chris followed her. She tried not to laugh as she stopped and turned around, pretending to send him a death glare, Stephanie style.

"Oh please baby forgive me?" he mock begged, but to anyone but Stephanie, it would sound real.

"No, I'm not forgiving you," she said firmly.

Trish heard something as she walked to the gorilla, she had to be out there for Chris's match. She walked around the corner and saw Chris and Stephanie in what appeared to be a heated argument. She stopped, snuck back around the corner, and decided to eavesdrop.

"I'm so sorry baby."

"Don't care."

"I don't want to lose you," Chris said, way over-the-top.

"Too late."

"Fine," Chris said, "Be that way, I don't want you anyways."

"Good, that's makes leaving you easier."

Trish's jaw dropped. This was too simple, everything was going her way. After a month of flirting with Chris, of kissing him with more than acting intentions, she was finally breaking through. Seemed like Chris and little Miss Stephanie were calling it quits. Of course, if Trish had been smart, she would have looked around the corner to the two people she had just been listening to.

Chris took Stephanie into his arms and whispered, "I love you."

"I love you too," she whispered.

"I know, don't forget that Regan is with your mother."

"Chris, I know," she told him softly, "Good luck out there."

"Luck, I don't need luck," he said, kissing her.

Stephanie left to go get Regan. Chris stood there, casually tying his hair back for his match. Trish took a deep breath, put on a smile and walked towards him. Chris didn't see her until she was right next to him.

"Oh, hey Trish," Chris said, looking over at her.

"Hi Chris, how are you?" she said, trying to play like she was concerned.

Chris eyed her strangely, "I'm fine...how are you?"

"I'm good, I heard that little falling out you and Stephanie just had," she said sympathetically.

"Oh that," Chris laughed, "That was just--"

"It's ok, you don't have to talk about it," she said, rubbing her hand on his shoulder.

Chris pulled away from her, "I don't think you get it Trish."

"Chris, shh," she said, pressing her fingers to his lips, "You don't have to say anything, it'll be ok."

Chris looked at her like she was crazy, "Ok, whatever you say."

He started walking towards the gorilla to get ready to go out for his match. Trish noticed something fall from the top of his tights. She went over to pick it up, then looked up at Chris.

"Chris, you dropped something," she called out.

He looked back and came over, "Oh, thanks."

"What is it?" she asked innocently.

He held it up proudly, "That's my baby."

"Oh, nice," Trish said, wanting to gag, "What are you doing with it?"

"I'm taking it out with me, you know good luck and all that. Stephanie had an ultrasound today," Chris said, his grin getting wider by the second.

"Oh look, it's time for your match. Come on," she said blandly, walking ahead of him.

Chris tucked the picture back into his tights for good luck. He went to stand next to Trish, to wait for his entrance. He didn't notice the glower that Trish had on her face. She didn't want to physically hurt Stephanie, she wasn't that cruel, but that baby was going to be the death knell to her entire plan. She needed Stephanie to leave, and she needed Stephanie to leave now.

The hard part was how was she going to do that? She watched as Chris went out there, turning his back to the crowd. When he motioned for her, she walked out, her usual bright smile on her face. But beneath that smile lived a sinister soul. She walked to the apron where she had decided to stay for the duration of Chris's match.

She tried to act interested, it being her job and all, but she had bigger things on her mind. Halfway through the match an idea dawned on her. A good idea, if she thought so herself. As Jericho got the pin, she smiled, not for his win, but for how he'd be all hers sooner rather than later.

She followed him up the ramp and then backstage. She admired how the sweat glistened against his oiled skin. She shook her head, she couldn't fall for Chris, she just wanted his money, the McMahon money, the McMahon fortune.

Chris went backstage, smiling after what he thought was a decent match against Kane. Kane was a big, lumbering guy, and he was a little slow in the ring, but for the most part Chris was pleased with the match. He saw Stephanie waiting for him and he walked over to her.

"Great match out there," she commented.

He wiped off some of the sweat with the towel she had just handed him, "Thanks."

"I think your match with Hunter at WrestleMania is going to be great."

"I hope so. Don't I have a promo with Trish to film?"

"No, sorry, time constraints, we have to allow time for the ending of the show."

"Oh, that's fine, where's my little girl?"

"With Kurt, where else?"

"Oh, well, this one," Chris said, rubbing her stomach, "Brought me good luck tonight."

"They did, how?"

He took the picture out, "They were out there with me."

"Aww, you adorable man," she said as he leaned in to kiss her.

"I hate to break up this little...love fest," Trish said maliciously, "But don't we have a promo to film Chris?"

"Sorry Trish, it got cut out of the show," Stephanie told her.

"Oh," Trish said, annoyed, "Well, fine then. I guess you don't want to make the feud believable."

With that she walked away. Chris and Stephanie watched her go, both bewildered by her actions. They looked at each other silently for a moment.

"Do you get the feeling that something is up with her?" Stephanie asked seriously.

"Yeah, but I can't put my finger on it."

"Well, whatever crawled up her ass and died, I hope she gets it taken care of."

Chris took Stephanie in his arms and laughed.

"So do I."