Stephanie paced back and forth in the hotel room. She was still fuming
about what Trish had so obviously lied about. Chris watched her walk back
and forth. She had been like this for the past half hour. Chris didn't
want to interrupt her since she seemed to be thinking very hard, but he was
starting to wonder what was going on in that pretty little head of hers.
"Steph?"
"Shh Chris, I'm thinking," she said, dismissing him.
"But you've been thinking for the past half hour."
"I know."
"And?"
"And what?"
"Have you come up with anything?"
"I think I have," she said, coming over to sit on his lap.
"Are you going to tell me?"
"Of course I'll tell you, but let's talk first."
"Talk about what?" he asked.
"About just what did happen while I was gone," she said, raising an eyebrow.
"Why do you want to talk about that?"
"Because there's things I don't know about you Chris Jericho, and I don't like it one bit. I'm supposed to know everything about you."
"What do you want to know?"
"Everything."
"Fine, ask away," he told her, "I've got nothing to hide from you. Never have."
"How did you find out that I died?"
Unwillingly tears came to Chris's eyes as he remembered that day. Even though Stephanie was here sitting in his lap, it still hurt when he thought back to that day. He had known what it was like to lose her, and it didn't feel good at all. "Steph, do we have to talk about that?"
"I want to know."
"But it's hard to think about," he said, his voice cracking.
"I'm sorry baby," she said, realizing how hard it was for him to talk about, "but it's ok now, look I'm right here."
"But you weren't there Stephanie. You weren't, and...I just.....it's hard to talk about."
"Ok baby, shh," Stephanie said, kissing him.
He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him. She buried her head in his neck and he just held her. He didn't think he'd ever get used to having her back in his arms. Every day it was like a gift just to have her with him.
"Thanks baby, maybe someday I'll tell you."
"That's fine."
"So can I hear your plan?"
"Did you ever date anyone at all while I was gone?" she asked, ignoring his question.
"No, I don't think I even looked at another woman. I just couldn't....now what is this plan?"
"Chris, I want you to trust me on this one ok?"
"Ok, I always trust you."
"Chris, we need to break up," she said.
Chris looked at her, his eyes wide. He looked at her confused. She looked at him, a smile on her face. Chris looked at her confused, as he also saw that calculating look in her eye. That look could scare the bejeesus out of anyone, even her own husband.
"Um, excuse me?" he said.
"You heard what I said."
"But-but...excuse me?" he said again.
"I'm just kidding with you of course," she said.
Chris let out a breath, "Don't EVER do that to me again!"
Stephanie laughed, "I'm sorry baby, but your face was priceless."
"Still, don't ever joke like that," he said, his heart still pounding.
"Awww, I'm really sorry," she said, kissing his cheek, "But that's the plan."
"What's the plan?"
"We're going to break up...or at least to pretend to."
"Stephanie, what are you thinking?"
Stephanie smirked. She wasn't going to let this little bitch try and run her life. Nobody ran Stephanie's life but her, and maybe her kids. But no one else. And now Trish was trying to swoop in and take everything away from her. Not going to happen, not on her watch.
"We're going to give Trish everything she's ever wanted," Stephanie said in a sinister voice.
"You mean me?"
"Oh no baby, it's not just you she wants. She wants the McMahon name and she thinks if she gets with you, she'll get that."
"How did you figure that?"
"Sweetie, I know how she thinks because let's face it, she's pretty transparent. She wants the money I'm sure. Stupid bitch."
"And so we break up?"
"No, not really, but we make it look like we're breaking up."
"How?"
"We get in a few staged fights, spend a few nights apart, make it seem like we're falling apart."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait, what do you mean a few nights apart?"
"Well, we have to make this believable don't we?"
"But I don't wanna be apart from you?"
"Oh come on Chris, don't you think it'll be worth it in the end?"
"I guess, but Steph, I don't really want to lose you or anything."
"You won't baby, I promise. We just make it seem like we're breaking up, and then we spring it on her."
"I guess I can go along with it?"
"Good. It'll be fun."
"Steph, I don't want Regan to be affected by any of this. I'm willing to do whatever it takes to bring Trish down, but I don't Regan to have any part in this."
"I promise she won't."
"Ok, she's-she's all I had left you know, she's my little girl and I just want to protect her," he said seriously.
"Chris, I know, and don't worry, she won't be affected by any of this, I swear. And neither will this little one," she said, touching her stomach gently.
Chris smiled, "So what are we going to do first?"
"Well, here's the plan..."
***************
"Chris, shut up!" Stephanie shouted.
"No Stephanie, I'm tired of listening to your shit ok. You think it wasn't hard for me to be without you."
"At least you could remember!"
Trish walked up to the door. She had been coming to get Chris so they could go out there for their match. Little did she know what she would come upon. Seemed the lovebirds were having their first real spat. And Trish couldn't have been more pleased.
"Yeah, but it fucking hurt!"
"Well, you try walking around not knowing who the fuck you are, it's not a fucking walk in the park!"
"God Stephanie, you turned into some kind of bitch in the past two years, I don't even know why I would want to find you."
"Fine, be that way! Maybe I'll fall out of love with you Chris! Or better yet, maybe I'll get attacked again so I can forget I'm married a miserable ass like you!"
Trish laughed, this was good, the two were at each other's throats. Inside though, Stephanie and Chris were sitting together on the couch, Chris with his arms around Stephanie as she leaned her head on his shoulder.
"Me? What about you? You're a shell of your former self, you're not even worthy to be called Stephanie!"
"You know what Jericho," Stephanie spat out, "I hate you!"
"Right back at you, you stupid little bitch."
Everything quieted down and Trish could only figure that this particular argument was over. She smirked to herself, things were going downhill fast for the newly reunited couple. She shook her head and knocked on the door.
Stephanie and Chris broke apart from the kiss that they were sharing. Stephanie looked up at Chris and smiled. He leaned down and kissed her forehead, then leaned down even farther to kiss her stomach where their baby was residing.
"Good job," she whispered.
"Thanks," he whispered back, before going to open the door.
"Chris, our match is next."
"Good, I don't like the present company," he said, shooting daggers at Stephanie.
"It'll be ok," Trish said, taking his hand and sending a smug grin back to Stephanie.
Stephanie watched them walk away, and as soon as they were out of sight, her own smug grin crossed her face. Trish would never know what hit her. The plan was going right according to schedule. She went off to go get Regan from her brother.
Later on that evening, Chris walked into his hotel room where Regan and Stephanie were playing on the floor. Chris looked at them and smiled, soon joining them. Stephanie leaned over and kissed him.
"How was your evening?"
"Good, pretended to pour my heart out to her, but didn't let it all out like you told me to. She bought every single line."
"Great, and she totally bought our little fight?"
"Absolutely."
"Daddy?" Regan said.
"Yes Princess?"
"You no like Twish?"
He picked her up and sat her in his lap, "She's a mean woman Princess, Mommy and Daddy don't think she's nice."
"Oh, I nice Daddy," she said proudly.
"You're the nicest little girl in the world."
She grinned and played with her toys, "Thank you."
"You're welcome Princess," he turned back to Stephanie, "You don't think she'll try to do something with Regan do you?"
"No, she wouldn't even dare, but maybe we should just keep a close eye on her?" Stephanie said, looking at her little girl.
"Yeah, you're right," Chris said, kissing Regan's head.
"You know what the one thing is that could work to our advantage baby?" Stephanie asked.
"What?"
"I can't believe I didn't really think of this before."
"What?" he repeated.
"Trish doesn't know I have my memory back, and what Trish doesn't know....can and WILL hurt her."
"Steph?"
"Shh Chris, I'm thinking," she said, dismissing him.
"But you've been thinking for the past half hour."
"I know."
"And?"
"And what?"
"Have you come up with anything?"
"I think I have," she said, coming over to sit on his lap.
"Are you going to tell me?"
"Of course I'll tell you, but let's talk first."
"Talk about what?" he asked.
"About just what did happen while I was gone," she said, raising an eyebrow.
"Why do you want to talk about that?"
"Because there's things I don't know about you Chris Jericho, and I don't like it one bit. I'm supposed to know everything about you."
"What do you want to know?"
"Everything."
"Fine, ask away," he told her, "I've got nothing to hide from you. Never have."
"How did you find out that I died?"
Unwillingly tears came to Chris's eyes as he remembered that day. Even though Stephanie was here sitting in his lap, it still hurt when he thought back to that day. He had known what it was like to lose her, and it didn't feel good at all. "Steph, do we have to talk about that?"
"I want to know."
"But it's hard to think about," he said, his voice cracking.
"I'm sorry baby," she said, realizing how hard it was for him to talk about, "but it's ok now, look I'm right here."
"But you weren't there Stephanie. You weren't, and...I just.....it's hard to talk about."
"Ok baby, shh," Stephanie said, kissing him.
He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him. She buried her head in his neck and he just held her. He didn't think he'd ever get used to having her back in his arms. Every day it was like a gift just to have her with him.
"Thanks baby, maybe someday I'll tell you."
"That's fine."
"So can I hear your plan?"
"Did you ever date anyone at all while I was gone?" she asked, ignoring his question.
"No, I don't think I even looked at another woman. I just couldn't....now what is this plan?"
"Chris, I want you to trust me on this one ok?"
"Ok, I always trust you."
"Chris, we need to break up," she said.
Chris looked at her, his eyes wide. He looked at her confused. She looked at him, a smile on her face. Chris looked at her confused, as he also saw that calculating look in her eye. That look could scare the bejeesus out of anyone, even her own husband.
"Um, excuse me?" he said.
"You heard what I said."
"But-but...excuse me?" he said again.
"I'm just kidding with you of course," she said.
Chris let out a breath, "Don't EVER do that to me again!"
Stephanie laughed, "I'm sorry baby, but your face was priceless."
"Still, don't ever joke like that," he said, his heart still pounding.
"Awww, I'm really sorry," she said, kissing his cheek, "But that's the plan."
"What's the plan?"
"We're going to break up...or at least to pretend to."
"Stephanie, what are you thinking?"
Stephanie smirked. She wasn't going to let this little bitch try and run her life. Nobody ran Stephanie's life but her, and maybe her kids. But no one else. And now Trish was trying to swoop in and take everything away from her. Not going to happen, not on her watch.
"We're going to give Trish everything she's ever wanted," Stephanie said in a sinister voice.
"You mean me?"
"Oh no baby, it's not just you she wants. She wants the McMahon name and she thinks if she gets with you, she'll get that."
"How did you figure that?"
"Sweetie, I know how she thinks because let's face it, she's pretty transparent. She wants the money I'm sure. Stupid bitch."
"And so we break up?"
"No, not really, but we make it look like we're breaking up."
"How?"
"We get in a few staged fights, spend a few nights apart, make it seem like we're falling apart."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait, what do you mean a few nights apart?"
"Well, we have to make this believable don't we?"
"But I don't wanna be apart from you?"
"Oh come on Chris, don't you think it'll be worth it in the end?"
"I guess, but Steph, I don't really want to lose you or anything."
"You won't baby, I promise. We just make it seem like we're breaking up, and then we spring it on her."
"I guess I can go along with it?"
"Good. It'll be fun."
"Steph, I don't want Regan to be affected by any of this. I'm willing to do whatever it takes to bring Trish down, but I don't Regan to have any part in this."
"I promise she won't."
"Ok, she's-she's all I had left you know, she's my little girl and I just want to protect her," he said seriously.
"Chris, I know, and don't worry, she won't be affected by any of this, I swear. And neither will this little one," she said, touching her stomach gently.
Chris smiled, "So what are we going to do first?"
"Well, here's the plan..."
***************
"Chris, shut up!" Stephanie shouted.
"No Stephanie, I'm tired of listening to your shit ok. You think it wasn't hard for me to be without you."
"At least you could remember!"
Trish walked up to the door. She had been coming to get Chris so they could go out there for their match. Little did she know what she would come upon. Seemed the lovebirds were having their first real spat. And Trish couldn't have been more pleased.
"Yeah, but it fucking hurt!"
"Well, you try walking around not knowing who the fuck you are, it's not a fucking walk in the park!"
"God Stephanie, you turned into some kind of bitch in the past two years, I don't even know why I would want to find you."
"Fine, be that way! Maybe I'll fall out of love with you Chris! Or better yet, maybe I'll get attacked again so I can forget I'm married a miserable ass like you!"
Trish laughed, this was good, the two were at each other's throats. Inside though, Stephanie and Chris were sitting together on the couch, Chris with his arms around Stephanie as she leaned her head on his shoulder.
"Me? What about you? You're a shell of your former self, you're not even worthy to be called Stephanie!"
"You know what Jericho," Stephanie spat out, "I hate you!"
"Right back at you, you stupid little bitch."
Everything quieted down and Trish could only figure that this particular argument was over. She smirked to herself, things were going downhill fast for the newly reunited couple. She shook her head and knocked on the door.
Stephanie and Chris broke apart from the kiss that they were sharing. Stephanie looked up at Chris and smiled. He leaned down and kissed her forehead, then leaned down even farther to kiss her stomach where their baby was residing.
"Good job," she whispered.
"Thanks," he whispered back, before going to open the door.
"Chris, our match is next."
"Good, I don't like the present company," he said, shooting daggers at Stephanie.
"It'll be ok," Trish said, taking his hand and sending a smug grin back to Stephanie.
Stephanie watched them walk away, and as soon as they were out of sight, her own smug grin crossed her face. Trish would never know what hit her. The plan was going right according to schedule. She went off to go get Regan from her brother.
Later on that evening, Chris walked into his hotel room where Regan and Stephanie were playing on the floor. Chris looked at them and smiled, soon joining them. Stephanie leaned over and kissed him.
"How was your evening?"
"Good, pretended to pour my heart out to her, but didn't let it all out like you told me to. She bought every single line."
"Great, and she totally bought our little fight?"
"Absolutely."
"Daddy?" Regan said.
"Yes Princess?"
"You no like Twish?"
He picked her up and sat her in his lap, "She's a mean woman Princess, Mommy and Daddy don't think she's nice."
"Oh, I nice Daddy," she said proudly.
"You're the nicest little girl in the world."
She grinned and played with her toys, "Thank you."
"You're welcome Princess," he turned back to Stephanie, "You don't think she'll try to do something with Regan do you?"
"No, she wouldn't even dare, but maybe we should just keep a close eye on her?" Stephanie said, looking at her little girl.
"Yeah, you're right," Chris said, kissing Regan's head.
"You know what the one thing is that could work to our advantage baby?" Stephanie asked.
"What?"
"I can't believe I didn't really think of this before."
"What?" he repeated.
"Trish doesn't know I have my memory back, and what Trish doesn't know....can and WILL hurt her."