Stephanie and Chris lay in bed. Stephanie was cuddling up to him as he ran
his fingers through her hair softly. She yawned and closed her eyes
running her finger up and down Chris's arm. She sighed to herself and
Chris looked down at the top of her head.
"Stephanie, what's wrong?" Chris asked.
"It's nothing."
"Don't lie to me."
"I just wish that everything would be back to normal."
"Normal? Do we even know what that is anymore, cause I was under the impression that we didn't."
Stephanie laughed, "I guess we don't. I guess we never did, but when did Trish become such a bitch."
"Couldn't tell you."
"But why did she target us?"
"I don't know sweetie, I really don't."
"I wish we didn't have to come up with this silly plan, just to preserve everything we hold dear."
"I know, so do I, but I guess we have to go through the necessary evils."
"I guess so. So what are we going to do tomorrow at the SmackDown tapings?"
"Well, I say we have another fight, but how about this time, I go off with her to a club or something after the show, and I pretend to let out my feelings for you."
"Ok, sounds like a plan, but how did you come up with that so fast? You don't secretly want to do that do you?"
"No, of course not, but I learned the tricks of the trade from the best," he said, kissing the top of her head.
"I'm glad...so what should we fight about?"
"How about we fight about Regan and how you missed so much of her life."
"Ok," Stephanie said, a little sullenly.
"Steph, is that ok with you?"
"Yeah, it's fine, why wouldn't it be fine?"
"Because I can tell it's not."
"It's just the truth, I did miss out on so much in her life. I missed her first birthday, her first steps, her first word, the first wrestling match she ever got to enjoy."
"I know baby, but we can't help that. I think we should just be thankful that you came back and you get to enjoy all her milestones from here on out."
"Like what? I missed all the good stuff."
"No you didn't, you still get the first day of school, her first boyfriend, her high school graduation, when she gets married, has kids."
"You're right, and I get to do all the stuff I missed with this little one," Stephanie said, referring to her unborn child.
"Yeah, and it'll be great, and you get to experience it all for the first time."
Stephanie smiled, "How do you do that?"
"How do I do what exactly?"
"You make even my worst problems seem so miniscule and that they can be easily solved."
"Because they can, if you really think about it."
"Yeah, they are...except for this problem with Trish."
"Don't worry about that, it'll all be over soon."
"I hope so."
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"I can't believe you!" she yelled.
"She's my daughter Stephanie!"
"She's my daughter too!"
"Yeah, you can't even remember her at all, how can you love someone you can't even fucking remember!?!"
"Why don't you try to stop telling me what to feel and what not to feel?"
"You know what, I don't give a flying fuck what you feel. I'm sick and tired of you trying to act like you're the old Stephanie, you aren't ok, and you never will be."
Chris stormed out of the dressing room, and ran right into Trish. She looked surprised for a moment before she put on a little sympathetic smile. Chris looked down at her and smiled.
"I couldn't help but overhear what was happening."
"Yeah," Chris scoffed, "I can barely talk to her anymore."
"I guess that you're going through a tough time huh?"
"Yeah, some days it's like I wish I had never found her."
Trish took his hand in hers, "Come on, let's go out for your match, and then afterwards you can tell me all about it."
"You sure you want to hear everything."
Trish leaned up to kiss him on the cheek. Chris had to resist the urge to throw the skank off of his face. She was truly disgusting. But he let her kiss his cheek, and her kiss lingered a little too long for his liking. Could she be any more obvious? I mean, if anyone couldn't tell what she was trying to pull, they really did have their heads up their ass.
"I want to hear it all," she whisper huskily into his ear.
"Good, I'm glad I have someone I can talk to."
"You'll always have me Chris...always."
Chris smiled and then went out onto the ramp for his entrance. Trish followed and put on her coy look for the audience. Chris was going to confide in her, and it would just give her more ammo against the now conscientious Stephanie. That stupid memory-less prude wouldn't know what hit her.
After Chris's match, Trish helped Chris up the ramp, since he had gotten beaten down at the end of the match. As soon as they were backstage, Chris pulled away from Trish and stood upright. He turned to Trish.
"Did you want to go to a club or something? Maybe get a drink?"
"I'd love to," Trish said grinning.
"Great, I'll go get showered and changed, and I'll pick you up at your dressing room."
"That's great, but what about your wife?"
"Heh, she can watch Regan. I'll just tell her I'm going out with the boys."
"Good idea, you're so full of them you know," she winked.
"We'll see later," he said, blowing her a kiss before retreating to his dressing room.
He walked inside and shuddered at the thought of having to kiss Trish. How utterly disgusting. He saw Stephanie sitting on the couch, with Regan sitting on the couch next to her. She was talking to Stephanie's stomach.
"Hi baby!" Regan said enthusiastically.
"Tell the baby your name," Stephanie said.
"I Regan!"
Stephanie laughed and played with her hair, "Hey Daddy."
"How are my girls doing?"
"We're good, Regan wanted to talk to the baby."
"Princess are you talking to Mommy's tummy?"
"No Daddy, I talk to baby," Regan said, laying her head in Stephanie's lap.
"Sounds like fun," Chris said coming over and kneeling in front of Stephanie, "Hey baby."
"Tell name Daddy," Regan said, copying what Stephanie had said to her.
"I'm Chris, but you can call me Daddy," Chris said, sending a smile in Stephanie's direction.
Stephanie laughed, "So how did everything go?"
"Everything went surprisingly well. We're going to a club."
"Great, just don't get drunk and sleep with her," she joked
"Not a chance," he said, his face scrunching up.
"Good."
"Daddy, pway with me tonight?"
"Sweetie, when you go to the hotel, you're gonna have to go to sleep," Chris told her.
"You tuck me in?"
"I won't be there to tuck you in baby."
"Daddy," Regan whined, "You tuck in!"
"Sweetie, I promise when you wake up tomorrow, Daddy will be right there to get you."
Regan pouted, "Where you go?"
"Daddy has to go talk to someone, but you know what, if Mommy says it's ok, you can stay up until Daddy gets home. What do you think about that Mommy?"
Stephanie shook her head playfully, "You can stay up little girl."
"Yay!" Regan cried, causing her parents to laugh.
"I've got to shower, I'll see you two girls later," Chris said, kissing Regan's cheek before kissing Stephanie.
"Good luck," Stephanie mumbled against his lips.
"I'll need it."
After Chris was freshly showered and dressed, he left to go pick up Trish. He got to her dressing room and knocked on the door. Trish answered moments later, wearing a mini skirt and a halter top. Chris thought she looked slutty, but held her tongue.
"Ready to go Trish?" he asked.
"Of course," she said, grabbing her things.
"Good....you look good."
"You're so sweet," she said, leaning up to kiss his cheek...again.
They went out to Chris's rental car, and he opened the door for her. He got in the car and started driving towards a club he knew in the area. He got to the club and parked, the both of them getting out. They got inside easily and got drinks. They walked over to a small table and sat down.
"So tell me about the Stephanie situation."
"I don't know, she's different."
"And you feel?"
"Like I don't know her, or want to know her."
"So you're having regrets."
"Many."
"I'm so sorry you're going through this," Trish said in mock sincerity.
"Thanks Trish, I really feel like I can open up to you."
"You can," she said, putting her hand on top of his.
"It's so hard you know. I don't even think I love her anymore, but she's carrying my child."
"Are you sure it's yours?"
Chris looked at her surprised. He didn't know she would go down this route to try and get Stephanie away from him. He'd have to tell Stephanie about this, they could possibly use this against Trish. He decided to play it up.
"Actually, I don't know."
"You think she could be sleeping around."
"Who knows? I don't even know her."
"Don't worry Chris, if you ever need me, I'll be right here, all you ever have to do is ask."
"I'm glad."
"And Chris, if you ever want me, you just have to call. If you need me for anything, and I mean ANYTHING, just ask, and I promise, I'll help you out."
"Oh Trish, I'm sure you will."
"Stephanie, what's wrong?" Chris asked.
"It's nothing."
"Don't lie to me."
"I just wish that everything would be back to normal."
"Normal? Do we even know what that is anymore, cause I was under the impression that we didn't."
Stephanie laughed, "I guess we don't. I guess we never did, but when did Trish become such a bitch."
"Couldn't tell you."
"But why did she target us?"
"I don't know sweetie, I really don't."
"I wish we didn't have to come up with this silly plan, just to preserve everything we hold dear."
"I know, so do I, but I guess we have to go through the necessary evils."
"I guess so. So what are we going to do tomorrow at the SmackDown tapings?"
"Well, I say we have another fight, but how about this time, I go off with her to a club or something after the show, and I pretend to let out my feelings for you."
"Ok, sounds like a plan, but how did you come up with that so fast? You don't secretly want to do that do you?"
"No, of course not, but I learned the tricks of the trade from the best," he said, kissing the top of her head.
"I'm glad...so what should we fight about?"
"How about we fight about Regan and how you missed so much of her life."
"Ok," Stephanie said, a little sullenly.
"Steph, is that ok with you?"
"Yeah, it's fine, why wouldn't it be fine?"
"Because I can tell it's not."
"It's just the truth, I did miss out on so much in her life. I missed her first birthday, her first steps, her first word, the first wrestling match she ever got to enjoy."
"I know baby, but we can't help that. I think we should just be thankful that you came back and you get to enjoy all her milestones from here on out."
"Like what? I missed all the good stuff."
"No you didn't, you still get the first day of school, her first boyfriend, her high school graduation, when she gets married, has kids."
"You're right, and I get to do all the stuff I missed with this little one," Stephanie said, referring to her unborn child.
"Yeah, and it'll be great, and you get to experience it all for the first time."
Stephanie smiled, "How do you do that?"
"How do I do what exactly?"
"You make even my worst problems seem so miniscule and that they can be easily solved."
"Because they can, if you really think about it."
"Yeah, they are...except for this problem with Trish."
"Don't worry about that, it'll all be over soon."
"I hope so."
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"I can't believe you!" she yelled.
"She's my daughter Stephanie!"
"She's my daughter too!"
"Yeah, you can't even remember her at all, how can you love someone you can't even fucking remember!?!"
"Why don't you try to stop telling me what to feel and what not to feel?"
"You know what, I don't give a flying fuck what you feel. I'm sick and tired of you trying to act like you're the old Stephanie, you aren't ok, and you never will be."
Chris stormed out of the dressing room, and ran right into Trish. She looked surprised for a moment before she put on a little sympathetic smile. Chris looked down at her and smiled.
"I couldn't help but overhear what was happening."
"Yeah," Chris scoffed, "I can barely talk to her anymore."
"I guess that you're going through a tough time huh?"
"Yeah, some days it's like I wish I had never found her."
Trish took his hand in hers, "Come on, let's go out for your match, and then afterwards you can tell me all about it."
"You sure you want to hear everything."
Trish leaned up to kiss him on the cheek. Chris had to resist the urge to throw the skank off of his face. She was truly disgusting. But he let her kiss his cheek, and her kiss lingered a little too long for his liking. Could she be any more obvious? I mean, if anyone couldn't tell what she was trying to pull, they really did have their heads up their ass.
"I want to hear it all," she whisper huskily into his ear.
"Good, I'm glad I have someone I can talk to."
"You'll always have me Chris...always."
Chris smiled and then went out onto the ramp for his entrance. Trish followed and put on her coy look for the audience. Chris was going to confide in her, and it would just give her more ammo against the now conscientious Stephanie. That stupid memory-less prude wouldn't know what hit her.
After Chris's match, Trish helped Chris up the ramp, since he had gotten beaten down at the end of the match. As soon as they were backstage, Chris pulled away from Trish and stood upright. He turned to Trish.
"Did you want to go to a club or something? Maybe get a drink?"
"I'd love to," Trish said grinning.
"Great, I'll go get showered and changed, and I'll pick you up at your dressing room."
"That's great, but what about your wife?"
"Heh, she can watch Regan. I'll just tell her I'm going out with the boys."
"Good idea, you're so full of them you know," she winked.
"We'll see later," he said, blowing her a kiss before retreating to his dressing room.
He walked inside and shuddered at the thought of having to kiss Trish. How utterly disgusting. He saw Stephanie sitting on the couch, with Regan sitting on the couch next to her. She was talking to Stephanie's stomach.
"Hi baby!" Regan said enthusiastically.
"Tell the baby your name," Stephanie said.
"I Regan!"
Stephanie laughed and played with her hair, "Hey Daddy."
"How are my girls doing?"
"We're good, Regan wanted to talk to the baby."
"Princess are you talking to Mommy's tummy?"
"No Daddy, I talk to baby," Regan said, laying her head in Stephanie's lap.
"Sounds like fun," Chris said coming over and kneeling in front of Stephanie, "Hey baby."
"Tell name Daddy," Regan said, copying what Stephanie had said to her.
"I'm Chris, but you can call me Daddy," Chris said, sending a smile in Stephanie's direction.
Stephanie laughed, "So how did everything go?"
"Everything went surprisingly well. We're going to a club."
"Great, just don't get drunk and sleep with her," she joked
"Not a chance," he said, his face scrunching up.
"Good."
"Daddy, pway with me tonight?"
"Sweetie, when you go to the hotel, you're gonna have to go to sleep," Chris told her.
"You tuck me in?"
"I won't be there to tuck you in baby."
"Daddy," Regan whined, "You tuck in!"
"Sweetie, I promise when you wake up tomorrow, Daddy will be right there to get you."
Regan pouted, "Where you go?"
"Daddy has to go talk to someone, but you know what, if Mommy says it's ok, you can stay up until Daddy gets home. What do you think about that Mommy?"
Stephanie shook her head playfully, "You can stay up little girl."
"Yay!" Regan cried, causing her parents to laugh.
"I've got to shower, I'll see you two girls later," Chris said, kissing Regan's cheek before kissing Stephanie.
"Good luck," Stephanie mumbled against his lips.
"I'll need it."
After Chris was freshly showered and dressed, he left to go pick up Trish. He got to her dressing room and knocked on the door. Trish answered moments later, wearing a mini skirt and a halter top. Chris thought she looked slutty, but held her tongue.
"Ready to go Trish?" he asked.
"Of course," she said, grabbing her things.
"Good....you look good."
"You're so sweet," she said, leaning up to kiss his cheek...again.
They went out to Chris's rental car, and he opened the door for her. He got in the car and started driving towards a club he knew in the area. He got to the club and parked, the both of them getting out. They got inside easily and got drinks. They walked over to a small table and sat down.
"So tell me about the Stephanie situation."
"I don't know, she's different."
"And you feel?"
"Like I don't know her, or want to know her."
"So you're having regrets."
"Many."
"I'm so sorry you're going through this," Trish said in mock sincerity.
"Thanks Trish, I really feel like I can open up to you."
"You can," she said, putting her hand on top of his.
"It's so hard you know. I don't even think I love her anymore, but she's carrying my child."
"Are you sure it's yours?"
Chris looked at her surprised. He didn't know she would go down this route to try and get Stephanie away from him. He'd have to tell Stephanie about this, they could possibly use this against Trish. He decided to play it up.
"Actually, I don't know."
"You think she could be sleeping around."
"Who knows? I don't even know her."
"Don't worry Chris, if you ever need me, I'll be right here, all you ever have to do is ask."
"I'm glad."
"And Chris, if you ever want me, you just have to call. If you need me for anything, and I mean ANYTHING, just ask, and I promise, I'll help you out."
"Oh Trish, I'm sure you will."