Chris didn't care if he never went back to the grind of the workplace. It
was so much more relaxing here in Canada, staying with Stephanie and Regan.
But in the morning, he'd have to leave them and he already knew it was
going to be torture.
"Penny for your thought?" Stephanie asked as they sat on the back porch watching Regan play in the snow with his parent's dog.
"I wish we could stay here forever."
"So do I."
"I don't want to go back to work. It was bad enough when it was just Regan, but Regan AND you, I don't think I can make it."
"I don't want you to go either, but it's only for a couple of weeks."
"I just want to stay here with you guys," he whined.
"You can't baby, Daddy will want you on the show. No special privileges because you're his son-in-law remember?"
"I know," Chris said, "But can't he change that, just this once?"
"I don't think so."
"Did you tell them what happened?" Chris asked.
"No, I just figure this is something that maybe I should keep from them."
"So what did you tell them?"
"That I just needed a break," she said, looking up at him from her spot on the porch swing.
"Are you comfortable?"
"Of course."
They went back to the silence that they had fallen into earlier. She sat back lightly against him as they sat on his parent's porch, watching Regan play with his parent's dog in the snow. Stephanie wrapped Chris's arms around her, savoring every moment with him, since he was leaving tomorrow to go back to work.
"So what are you going to tell Trish?" Stephanie asked.
"Just that you moved out and went back to England," he said.
"Ok, that sounds fair enough."
"I wish I could rip her a new one after she sprained your back," Chris said, shaking his head.
"Shh," she whispered, rubbing his hand soothingly, "There's no use in getting angry ok? I'm fine."
"Daddy!" Regan said, running over to them.
"Yes Princess?" he asked.
"Come play!"
"I'm sitting with Mommy Princess," he told her.
"Pwease," she pouted.
"God, you two know I can't resist that look," he turned to Stephanie, "Do you mind baby?"
"No, go ahead," she said, leaning forward so he could get up, "I'll just watch you guys."
"Ok," he said, leaning down to kiss her, "Do you want some pillows for your back or anything."
"I'll take care of that," Chris's mom said, coming out back with a couple pillows in her arms, "We don't want you in any more pain than you have to be dear."
Chris's mother came and put the pillows behind Stephanie's back making sure that she was comfortable. Stephanie's back was healing slowly but surely, the pain still there, but much more bearable. She leaned slowly on the pillows as Chris's mother sat down in one of the outdoor chairs next to Stephanie.
"Thanks Loretta," Stephanie said, smiling at her mother-in-law.
Chris ran into the snow with Regan, and picked her up, swinging her around in the air as she giggled happily. He started tickling her, causing her to erupt in a fit of the giggles as she tried to squirm her way out of his arms to end the tickle assault. Stephanie smiled as she watched the two of them play in the snow.
"They're wonderful together aren't they?" Chris's mom said from the chair next to her.
"Yeah, they are," Stephanie said, not taking her eyes off of them.
"We used to worry about him, so much," she told her.
"I'm sorry," Stephanie said, turning to look at her mother-in-law.
"It's not your fault dear, but we all used to worry about him. Your parents would call us every week to tell us how he was doing, if Regan was ok. Sometimes we'd fear that he'd given up."
"Chris could never give up," Stephanie said, shaking her head.
"He almost did. If it weren't for that little girl he would've. It makes me shudder to think what might've happened."
Stephanie went back to watching the two of them, "But we're ok now. He's ok now."
"Thank goodness. I just don't want anything else hurting my little boy," Loretta said, getting up, "I have to go put the finishing touches on dinner. I'll see you three shortly."
She left and Stephanie sighed. It was like everyone was trying to talk her out of this plan, even if they didn't know about it. She didn't want to hurt Chris, and she didn't really think she was, maybe she'd have to talk to him about that later. She didn't want to be doing anything against his will.
She tended to forget that Chris had gone without her for two years, since they didn't talk about that time period too much. They had had one long conversation about it, but that was it. They kept it vaulted away, never to be discussed again. She knew it was hard for Chris to remember those years, and it was hard to think of her life without her family, even if she couldn't remember anything about herself.
It was later that evening, and just liked she had planned earlier, Stephanie was trying to bring up the discussion that she wanted to have with Chris. She was lying on her side, facing him as he watched television. She grabbed the remote from his side and turned off the television.
"What did you do that for?" he asked, turning to her.
"I want to talk," she said simply.
"About what?"
"We don't have to go through with the plan. I can just call my dad and tell him what Trish did and then everything will be ok."
"But we've already put so much work into it," he told her, scooting down to be face to face with her.
"I know, but Chris, everyone is trying to tell me how bad this is for you. I don't want you to have to go through this for me."
"You know I'd do any--"
She quieted him, "I know. I want to do this for you."
"No," he said firmly, "We go ahead with the plan, and that's final missy."
She giggled, "I don't know what I'd do without you."
"Well, I know what I'd do without you, and it's not pretty. Now, get some sleep," he said, kissing the tip of her nose.
"I guess," she said, settling into the bed.
"You know, it's always weird having you here," he told her as she laid her head on him.
"Why?"
"Because when I lived here, I never had a girl in my bed," he chuckled.
"Well, that's good to know actually," she told him, running her palm across his stomach, "At least on my side of the fence."
"I got lucky though, I have the most beautiful woman ever who gets to share my bed every single night."
"Suck-up," she snorted.
"Shut up," he said, laughing as he closed his eyes.
Hours later, Chris woke up to hear a quiet weeping. He looked down, thinking it was Stephanie, but she was sleeping soundly. He got out from underneath her and silently got out of bed. He walked down the hallway and could hear the crying from Regan's room. He opened the door slowly.
"Princess?"
"Daddy," came the small voice.
He came in further and knelt by her bed, "What's the matter Princess?"
"I had a scary dream," she said.
"Oh, Princess," he said, softly, "You want to go have a warm glass of milk downstairs?"
"Ok," she said.
He picked her up and wiped her eyes. He took her downstairs and into the kitchen where he warmed up a glass of milk for her. They sat at the kitchen table and he watched her, taking small sips until she set the glass down. She yawned and he walked into the living room, laying down on the couch and letting her lay on his chest.
He played with her wavy, brown hair as she lay there, sucking on her thumb a little, her eyes opening and closing slowly. This scene had occurred many times while Stephanie was gone. Him being the one to comfort her, to assuage her tears, unlike now where Stephanie would comfort the little girl.
"Daddy, tell story," she said quietly.
"Which story Princess?" he said, still playing with her hair.
"You and Mama," she said.
This was a story he had told her many times, but Regan never seemed to get tired of it.
"Well, one day, when I had just started in Grandpa's company, I was walking backstage, and saw the most beautiful woman in the world."
"Mama right?" Regan said.
"Yes, and Daddy couldn't take his eyes off of her. She was so pretty. Daddy knew that he had to get this girl to notice him, and so he went up and talked to her. Well, Mommy and Daddy became friends, and we liked to talk to each other all the time. And Mommy asked Grandpa to put her in a story with Daddy."
"Where you made fun of Mama," Regan giggled.
"Yes, where I made fun of Mama," he said, smirking as he thought of that particular storyline.
"You kiss Mama too."
"Yeah, I did, and everyone cheered because they thought it was the best thing that night. Then one day, Daddy decided that Mommy was the only girl that I wanted to be around."
Stephanie walked downstairs silently, hearing Chris's voice coming from the living room. She stood outside the doorway and listened as Chris told the story of the two of them. She had never heard him tell this to Regan, but she seemed familiar with it.
"And Daddy went up to Mommy and asked her to go out. And much to Daddy's surprise, she said yes."
"Daddy happy?"
"I was the most happiest person in the world."
"And you go out with Mama?"
"I did, and we kept going out and Daddy kept falling in love with Mommy because she was the best person in the whole world, and Daddy didn't want to be around anyone else. So Daddy told Mommy how much he loved her and Mommy said she loved Daddy too. Then Daddy asked Mommy to marry him, and she said yes, which made Daddy very happy. Then we got married--"
"Where me?" Regan asked.
"You came a little later. Mommy and Daddy were so happy when we got you. I don't think I'd ever be so happy. You were my very own baby girl."
"I love you Daddy," Regan said softly, her voice muffled by her thumb.
He kissed the top of her head, "I love you too Princess."
"Then Mama go away," Regan said, continuing the story.
"Yes, Mama went away and Daddy was very sad. But as long as he had his Regan, he knew that he could go on, because Regan is the most important thing in Daddy's world, now and forever."
She giggled and Chris smiled. She always loved being the center of attention. It was one of the McMahon traits, ok, and a little bit of the Jericho in her as well. Stephanie couldn't help but smile as she heard the story.
"Daddy no sad now."
"No, Daddy's not sad. He was sad about Mommy, but Daddy had you and that was all he needed. I used to take you everywhere and you used to hang out with Kurt all the time while Daddy would wrestle."
"And then Mommy came back," Stephanie said coming into the room, "Because she couldn't stay away from Daddy and Regan any longer."
Chris looked up at her and smiled. She smiled down at him, coming over to where he was laying down. She leaned down and kissed him and then knelt slowly next to the couch. She looked down at Regan who had just drifted off to sleep.
"She's asleep," Stephanie said quietly, "And you should get some sleep before you have to leave tomorrow."
"I know," he said, slowly sitting up with Regan still on his chest, "I guess she can just sleep with us. She had a bad dream."
"Ok," Stephanie nodded.
She got up and Chris stood up, cradling Regan against him. They walked silently up to their bedroom and they laid Regan down in the middle before climbing in on either side of her. Chris leaned over Stephanie to give her a kiss before he went back to sleep, dreading having to leave them and see Trish the next day.
Unfortunately the next day came and Chris had to leave. He gave Regan a tight hug, and Stephanie a passionate kiss before getting on the plane to the next show. He looked out the window on the plane, not wanting to face Trish. He got ticked off every time he thought about her and what she had done to Stephanie. He kept thinking about it until he had arrived at the arena.
"Chris!" Trish said, jumping up and down obscenely as she saw him enter the arena. It looked to Chris like she had actually been waiting there to see him arrive.
"Hey Trish," Chris said, managing to keep his composure.
"Come on, we have things to discuss," she said happily, grabbing his hand and pulling him to his dressing room.
Once inside she led him over to the couch and sat him down, "What do we have to discuss?"
She sat down and straddled his lap, "Like what happened last Thursday after SmackDown."
Chris had completely forgot what they had done, being so preoccupied with Stephanie and everything. He hadn't even remembered to go back in the morning to pretend like he had slept with her, instead spending the night next to Stephanie's hospital bed. A bed that Trish had put her in.
"Oh, ok."
"So, I'm a little hazy," she giggled, "Did we....you know?"
Chris wanted to gag, "Um....now that I think about it, we did."
Trish smirked to herself. She had finally reached the promise land. Now that she had shared Chris's bed so to speak, and Stephanie was practically out of the picture, it was all becoming too easy. Before long she would be Mrs. Chris Jericho, and all would be right in the world.
"Yeah, I noticed you had left before I woke up."
"I had to get home."
"Oh, well don't do that again," she joked, leaning over to kiss him.
Chris tentatively kissed her back, "Ok."
"So where's Stephanie?" Trish asked, not really wanting to know, but having a feeling that it would be good news for her.
"She left me," Chris said, "She actually went back to England."
Trish feigned shock, "Are you kidding me?"
"No, she left. I don't know. Maybe it's for the best."
"Oh, I'm so sorry Chris."
Chris knew that was a fake statement as soon as it left her mouth. Trish was so very transparent. Maybe this plan should've been harder, but Trish, well she wasn't the brightest person around. She was very, very gullible, which made it easier to trick her.
"I think I'll be ok."
"Let's get your mind off of it then," Trish said seductively, licking her lips.
"Well, I was thinking about our television wedding."
"Oh goodie," Trish said, clapping her hands like a little girl. A sadistic, calculating little girl.
"I was thinking that it be really grand you know, go all out. We haven't had a TV wedding in a while you know."
"I know, and it's going to happen so soon too, like two weeks. You're supposed to propose tonight right?"
"Yes, I've been practicing what I'm going to say," he told her.
"Great, can I hear?" she asked.
"Nope, it's a surprise."
"Well, I've been looking for wedding gowns to use for the ceremony," she told him.
"Oh, found anything?"
"Yes, I want this to be perfect....Who knows, maybe this can be practice in case we ever get the real thing."
Trish looked at him sweetly. She was sure that he'd want to marry her, being the one to comfort him through such a difficult time. She'd fit right in with the family, and she'd be so familiar with getting to spend all that cash on her and her alone.
Chris could almost see the wheels turning in her head. Oh, she would think she'd be getting what she wanted. The operative word being "think." She had no idea just what was in store for her. But she'd learn, she'd learn that you never mess with Stephanie McMahon-Jericho. She was just going to learn the hard way.
Later that evening, Chris made his way down to the ring after Trish's match against Jazz. He climbed in the ring where Trish was celebrating her hard fought victory. He grabbed a microphone from the time keeper and he walked to the middle of the ring.
"Congratulations Trish," he started, "You deserve that win. But that's not why I'm out here tonight."
Trish gave him a confused look, just like she was supposed to.
"Ever since you kissed me after that one night I saved you, you've been like my best friend. And you've been so much more than that. I want you forever Trish," he said, rolling his eyes slightly as he got down on his knee, "Marry me."
Trish made it look like she was in shock, "Oh my God, Chris, YES!"
The arena erupted in cheers as Chris stood up and hugged her. She hugged him back and then she kissed him with a little too much tongue. Chris pulled away, trying not to look disgusted. He slipped the fake ring they had gotten from the prop guy onto her finger and she started showing it off to the crowd. He looked at her before whispering to himself.
"Get ready for the fireworks Trish."
"Penny for your thought?" Stephanie asked as they sat on the back porch watching Regan play in the snow with his parent's dog.
"I wish we could stay here forever."
"So do I."
"I don't want to go back to work. It was bad enough when it was just Regan, but Regan AND you, I don't think I can make it."
"I don't want you to go either, but it's only for a couple of weeks."
"I just want to stay here with you guys," he whined.
"You can't baby, Daddy will want you on the show. No special privileges because you're his son-in-law remember?"
"I know," Chris said, "But can't he change that, just this once?"
"I don't think so."
"Did you tell them what happened?" Chris asked.
"No, I just figure this is something that maybe I should keep from them."
"So what did you tell them?"
"That I just needed a break," she said, looking up at him from her spot on the porch swing.
"Are you comfortable?"
"Of course."
They went back to the silence that they had fallen into earlier. She sat back lightly against him as they sat on his parent's porch, watching Regan play with his parent's dog in the snow. Stephanie wrapped Chris's arms around her, savoring every moment with him, since he was leaving tomorrow to go back to work.
"So what are you going to tell Trish?" Stephanie asked.
"Just that you moved out and went back to England," he said.
"Ok, that sounds fair enough."
"I wish I could rip her a new one after she sprained your back," Chris said, shaking his head.
"Shh," she whispered, rubbing his hand soothingly, "There's no use in getting angry ok? I'm fine."
"Daddy!" Regan said, running over to them.
"Yes Princess?" he asked.
"Come play!"
"I'm sitting with Mommy Princess," he told her.
"Pwease," she pouted.
"God, you two know I can't resist that look," he turned to Stephanie, "Do you mind baby?"
"No, go ahead," she said, leaning forward so he could get up, "I'll just watch you guys."
"Ok," he said, leaning down to kiss her, "Do you want some pillows for your back or anything."
"I'll take care of that," Chris's mom said, coming out back with a couple pillows in her arms, "We don't want you in any more pain than you have to be dear."
Chris's mother came and put the pillows behind Stephanie's back making sure that she was comfortable. Stephanie's back was healing slowly but surely, the pain still there, but much more bearable. She leaned slowly on the pillows as Chris's mother sat down in one of the outdoor chairs next to Stephanie.
"Thanks Loretta," Stephanie said, smiling at her mother-in-law.
Chris ran into the snow with Regan, and picked her up, swinging her around in the air as she giggled happily. He started tickling her, causing her to erupt in a fit of the giggles as she tried to squirm her way out of his arms to end the tickle assault. Stephanie smiled as she watched the two of them play in the snow.
"They're wonderful together aren't they?" Chris's mom said from the chair next to her.
"Yeah, they are," Stephanie said, not taking her eyes off of them.
"We used to worry about him, so much," she told her.
"I'm sorry," Stephanie said, turning to look at her mother-in-law.
"It's not your fault dear, but we all used to worry about him. Your parents would call us every week to tell us how he was doing, if Regan was ok. Sometimes we'd fear that he'd given up."
"Chris could never give up," Stephanie said, shaking her head.
"He almost did. If it weren't for that little girl he would've. It makes me shudder to think what might've happened."
Stephanie went back to watching the two of them, "But we're ok now. He's ok now."
"Thank goodness. I just don't want anything else hurting my little boy," Loretta said, getting up, "I have to go put the finishing touches on dinner. I'll see you three shortly."
She left and Stephanie sighed. It was like everyone was trying to talk her out of this plan, even if they didn't know about it. She didn't want to hurt Chris, and she didn't really think she was, maybe she'd have to talk to him about that later. She didn't want to be doing anything against his will.
She tended to forget that Chris had gone without her for two years, since they didn't talk about that time period too much. They had had one long conversation about it, but that was it. They kept it vaulted away, never to be discussed again. She knew it was hard for Chris to remember those years, and it was hard to think of her life without her family, even if she couldn't remember anything about herself.
It was later that evening, and just liked she had planned earlier, Stephanie was trying to bring up the discussion that she wanted to have with Chris. She was lying on her side, facing him as he watched television. She grabbed the remote from his side and turned off the television.
"What did you do that for?" he asked, turning to her.
"I want to talk," she said simply.
"About what?"
"We don't have to go through with the plan. I can just call my dad and tell him what Trish did and then everything will be ok."
"But we've already put so much work into it," he told her, scooting down to be face to face with her.
"I know, but Chris, everyone is trying to tell me how bad this is for you. I don't want you to have to go through this for me."
"You know I'd do any--"
She quieted him, "I know. I want to do this for you."
"No," he said firmly, "We go ahead with the plan, and that's final missy."
She giggled, "I don't know what I'd do without you."
"Well, I know what I'd do without you, and it's not pretty. Now, get some sleep," he said, kissing the tip of her nose.
"I guess," she said, settling into the bed.
"You know, it's always weird having you here," he told her as she laid her head on him.
"Why?"
"Because when I lived here, I never had a girl in my bed," he chuckled.
"Well, that's good to know actually," she told him, running her palm across his stomach, "At least on my side of the fence."
"I got lucky though, I have the most beautiful woman ever who gets to share my bed every single night."
"Suck-up," she snorted.
"Shut up," he said, laughing as he closed his eyes.
Hours later, Chris woke up to hear a quiet weeping. He looked down, thinking it was Stephanie, but she was sleeping soundly. He got out from underneath her and silently got out of bed. He walked down the hallway and could hear the crying from Regan's room. He opened the door slowly.
"Princess?"
"Daddy," came the small voice.
He came in further and knelt by her bed, "What's the matter Princess?"
"I had a scary dream," she said.
"Oh, Princess," he said, softly, "You want to go have a warm glass of milk downstairs?"
"Ok," she said.
He picked her up and wiped her eyes. He took her downstairs and into the kitchen where he warmed up a glass of milk for her. They sat at the kitchen table and he watched her, taking small sips until she set the glass down. She yawned and he walked into the living room, laying down on the couch and letting her lay on his chest.
He played with her wavy, brown hair as she lay there, sucking on her thumb a little, her eyes opening and closing slowly. This scene had occurred many times while Stephanie was gone. Him being the one to comfort her, to assuage her tears, unlike now where Stephanie would comfort the little girl.
"Daddy, tell story," she said quietly.
"Which story Princess?" he said, still playing with her hair.
"You and Mama," she said.
This was a story he had told her many times, but Regan never seemed to get tired of it.
"Well, one day, when I had just started in Grandpa's company, I was walking backstage, and saw the most beautiful woman in the world."
"Mama right?" Regan said.
"Yes, and Daddy couldn't take his eyes off of her. She was so pretty. Daddy knew that he had to get this girl to notice him, and so he went up and talked to her. Well, Mommy and Daddy became friends, and we liked to talk to each other all the time. And Mommy asked Grandpa to put her in a story with Daddy."
"Where you made fun of Mama," Regan giggled.
"Yes, where I made fun of Mama," he said, smirking as he thought of that particular storyline.
"You kiss Mama too."
"Yeah, I did, and everyone cheered because they thought it was the best thing that night. Then one day, Daddy decided that Mommy was the only girl that I wanted to be around."
Stephanie walked downstairs silently, hearing Chris's voice coming from the living room. She stood outside the doorway and listened as Chris told the story of the two of them. She had never heard him tell this to Regan, but she seemed familiar with it.
"And Daddy went up to Mommy and asked her to go out. And much to Daddy's surprise, she said yes."
"Daddy happy?"
"I was the most happiest person in the world."
"And you go out with Mama?"
"I did, and we kept going out and Daddy kept falling in love with Mommy because she was the best person in the whole world, and Daddy didn't want to be around anyone else. So Daddy told Mommy how much he loved her and Mommy said she loved Daddy too. Then Daddy asked Mommy to marry him, and she said yes, which made Daddy very happy. Then we got married--"
"Where me?" Regan asked.
"You came a little later. Mommy and Daddy were so happy when we got you. I don't think I'd ever be so happy. You were my very own baby girl."
"I love you Daddy," Regan said softly, her voice muffled by her thumb.
He kissed the top of her head, "I love you too Princess."
"Then Mama go away," Regan said, continuing the story.
"Yes, Mama went away and Daddy was very sad. But as long as he had his Regan, he knew that he could go on, because Regan is the most important thing in Daddy's world, now and forever."
She giggled and Chris smiled. She always loved being the center of attention. It was one of the McMahon traits, ok, and a little bit of the Jericho in her as well. Stephanie couldn't help but smile as she heard the story.
"Daddy no sad now."
"No, Daddy's not sad. He was sad about Mommy, but Daddy had you and that was all he needed. I used to take you everywhere and you used to hang out with Kurt all the time while Daddy would wrestle."
"And then Mommy came back," Stephanie said coming into the room, "Because she couldn't stay away from Daddy and Regan any longer."
Chris looked up at her and smiled. She smiled down at him, coming over to where he was laying down. She leaned down and kissed him and then knelt slowly next to the couch. She looked down at Regan who had just drifted off to sleep.
"She's asleep," Stephanie said quietly, "And you should get some sleep before you have to leave tomorrow."
"I know," he said, slowly sitting up with Regan still on his chest, "I guess she can just sleep with us. She had a bad dream."
"Ok," Stephanie nodded.
She got up and Chris stood up, cradling Regan against him. They walked silently up to their bedroom and they laid Regan down in the middle before climbing in on either side of her. Chris leaned over Stephanie to give her a kiss before he went back to sleep, dreading having to leave them and see Trish the next day.
Unfortunately the next day came and Chris had to leave. He gave Regan a tight hug, and Stephanie a passionate kiss before getting on the plane to the next show. He looked out the window on the plane, not wanting to face Trish. He got ticked off every time he thought about her and what she had done to Stephanie. He kept thinking about it until he had arrived at the arena.
"Chris!" Trish said, jumping up and down obscenely as she saw him enter the arena. It looked to Chris like she had actually been waiting there to see him arrive.
"Hey Trish," Chris said, managing to keep his composure.
"Come on, we have things to discuss," she said happily, grabbing his hand and pulling him to his dressing room.
Once inside she led him over to the couch and sat him down, "What do we have to discuss?"
She sat down and straddled his lap, "Like what happened last Thursday after SmackDown."
Chris had completely forgot what they had done, being so preoccupied with Stephanie and everything. He hadn't even remembered to go back in the morning to pretend like he had slept with her, instead spending the night next to Stephanie's hospital bed. A bed that Trish had put her in.
"Oh, ok."
"So, I'm a little hazy," she giggled, "Did we....you know?"
Chris wanted to gag, "Um....now that I think about it, we did."
Trish smirked to herself. She had finally reached the promise land. Now that she had shared Chris's bed so to speak, and Stephanie was practically out of the picture, it was all becoming too easy. Before long she would be Mrs. Chris Jericho, and all would be right in the world.
"Yeah, I noticed you had left before I woke up."
"I had to get home."
"Oh, well don't do that again," she joked, leaning over to kiss him.
Chris tentatively kissed her back, "Ok."
"So where's Stephanie?" Trish asked, not really wanting to know, but having a feeling that it would be good news for her.
"She left me," Chris said, "She actually went back to England."
Trish feigned shock, "Are you kidding me?"
"No, she left. I don't know. Maybe it's for the best."
"Oh, I'm so sorry Chris."
Chris knew that was a fake statement as soon as it left her mouth. Trish was so very transparent. Maybe this plan should've been harder, but Trish, well she wasn't the brightest person around. She was very, very gullible, which made it easier to trick her.
"I think I'll be ok."
"Let's get your mind off of it then," Trish said seductively, licking her lips.
"Well, I was thinking about our television wedding."
"Oh goodie," Trish said, clapping her hands like a little girl. A sadistic, calculating little girl.
"I was thinking that it be really grand you know, go all out. We haven't had a TV wedding in a while you know."
"I know, and it's going to happen so soon too, like two weeks. You're supposed to propose tonight right?"
"Yes, I've been practicing what I'm going to say," he told her.
"Great, can I hear?" she asked.
"Nope, it's a surprise."
"Well, I've been looking for wedding gowns to use for the ceremony," she told him.
"Oh, found anything?"
"Yes, I want this to be perfect....Who knows, maybe this can be practice in case we ever get the real thing."
Trish looked at him sweetly. She was sure that he'd want to marry her, being the one to comfort him through such a difficult time. She'd fit right in with the family, and she'd be so familiar with getting to spend all that cash on her and her alone.
Chris could almost see the wheels turning in her head. Oh, she would think she'd be getting what she wanted. The operative word being "think." She had no idea just what was in store for her. But she'd learn, she'd learn that you never mess with Stephanie McMahon-Jericho. She was just going to learn the hard way.
Later that evening, Chris made his way down to the ring after Trish's match against Jazz. He climbed in the ring where Trish was celebrating her hard fought victory. He grabbed a microphone from the time keeper and he walked to the middle of the ring.
"Congratulations Trish," he started, "You deserve that win. But that's not why I'm out here tonight."
Trish gave him a confused look, just like she was supposed to.
"Ever since you kissed me after that one night I saved you, you've been like my best friend. And you've been so much more than that. I want you forever Trish," he said, rolling his eyes slightly as he got down on his knee, "Marry me."
Trish made it look like she was in shock, "Oh my God, Chris, YES!"
The arena erupted in cheers as Chris stood up and hugged her. She hugged him back and then she kissed him with a little too much tongue. Chris pulled away, trying not to look disgusted. He slipped the fake ring they had gotten from the prop guy onto her finger and she started showing it off to the crowd. He looked at her before whispering to himself.
"Get ready for the fireworks Trish."