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"Ma, school totally sucks but then again it rocks!" Alyssa said with a big smile on her face.

"Yeah Ally, you said that already. What is it with you blondes." Maria replied as they walked in the house.

"Good night my precious daughters." Stephanie said sarcastically. "And when I say night, I mean it." She warned as they headed up the steps.

"I get the picture." Alyssa said.

"Yeah." Stephanie nodded as the phone started ringing. She walked in the kitchen and picked it up. "Hello?"

"Stephanie, hi." The man on the other end of the phone line said.

"Eric, how'd you get my number?" Stephanie asked opening the refrigerator.

"You gave it to me, remember?" He asked.

"To give to Trish." Stephanie said. "Remember?"

"Well sorry." He said sarcastically. "Um, hold on." All she heard was him talking to someone. "That was Marie, my daughter. She needed my help with something."

"Oh, I thought you only had one daughter, Chelsea." Stephanie said pulling orange juice out of the fridge.

"I do, her name is Chelsea Marie. Most people call her Marie except she hates that name." Eric chuckled.

"My oldest daughters middle name is Marie and my middle name is Marie also." Stephanie responded pouring her a glass of juice.

"Oh." Eric said. "She's sixteen."

"My Alyssa is sixteen too." Stephanie smiled. "So what did you want?"

"I wanted to know if you would ever date me." Eric said smoothly.

"Uh, I'm...well uh, um..." Stephanie answered as her husband walked in the kitchen. "I've got to go." Stephanie hung the phone up and looked over at her husband. "Gregory sleep?"

"Yeah." Paul answered. "Who were you talking to?" He asked taking her orange juice from her.

"Um, uh...myself." Stephanie lied.

"On the phone? Gee, Steph, you're the best liar ever." Paul said taking a sip of her orange juice.

"Shut up." She took her juice back and finished it.

"You know I'm mad at you right?" He asked.

"How so?" Stephanie questioned.

"Why did you marry me?" Paul asked sitting down.

"First, second, third or fourth. Except the second was more like a divorce, right?" Stephanie inquired smiling.

"All." He eyed her.

"Well the first time was because you, my dad and who ever else said it'd be a good idea and same for the second. The third time was because I loved you and I was pregnant and same for the fourth." Stephanie laughed to herself as she sat on his lap.

"Good, I love you too." Paul said leaning in to kiss her but she backed up and then stood up.

"Now that that is resolved, you should know that I'm mad at you too." Stephanie replied.

"Why?" He asked folding his arms.

"Well..." She started but then realized how stupid it was. She was never jealous of anyone and this seemed like jealousy to her. She felt ashamed, a McMahon was never jealous! "Okay, I'm not mad." Stephanie lied.

"Prove it." He said.

"How?" She chuckled.

"Kiss me." Paul puckered his lips.

"I'm not kissing you." Stephanie replied.

"Because you're mad at me and I wanna know why." He frowned.

"I'm not mad." She kissed him and then backed up. "See?" She asked walking into the living room. She grabbed a pillow and screamed in it.

"Babe, you okay?" He asked walking in smiling.

"Yeah, just fluffing the pillows." She lied walking up the steps. After she took a shower, she decided she should just forget it all. Paul's her husband and he loves her so it isn't a big deal. She walked in Gregory's room and kissed his forehead and then left, she then walked in Maria's room and did the same. She slowly opened Alyssa's room door and smiled at her daughter. Her bathroom light was on so she walked in to turn the light off but she found a pregnancy test kit. Stephanie then practically ran down the steps and Paul was on the sofa with his back turned to her.

"Trish...but, Trish...I know, but Trish...but Trish." Paul said obviously talking to Trish; Stephanie frowned and cleared her throat. "Trish, I gotta go." Paul said looking up at his wife and hanging up the phone. "What is that in your hand?" He asked standing up and then standing facing her. "You're not pregnant are you?" He sighed. "We're getting to old for this."

"Shut up." She said. "I'm not but Alyssa may be."

"Ha, ha." Paul chuckled walking out of the living room and then he walked back in and starred at her. "She better not be!"

"Oh please." Stephanie said walking in the kitchen, remembering what she had forgotten so quickly, he was talking to Trish. After she left, his cell phone rang and he answered.

"Trish?" He asked. "I thought...yeah...Trish, I know...but...you said that...okay...Trish. Damn, I know...Trish."

"This is getting real old, real fast." Stephanie said.

"Alright, Trish I gotta go." He hung up and looked at Stephanie. "What? She called me."

"I just told you our daughter may be pregnant and you're talking to your girlfriend." Stephanie sighed as she slipped on her slippers. "I'm gonna take a ride."

"Where?" Paul asked following.

"Somewhere." She said going for her keys but he grabbed them first. "Give me my keys!" He ignored her and wrote Alyssa a little note that they'd be back soon. "Give them to me."

"No." He argued. She smirked and opened the coat closets door and went in her jacket pocket and got her extra set of keys.

"Bye-bye." She left and he followed her. She got in the drivers seat and he sat on the passenger seat and looked over at his wife. "Get out!"

"I bought your last tank of gas." He chuckled and she sped off. "So, why are you mad at me?" He asked annoyingly.

"When this last bit of gas runs out you're out. Okay? Kay." Stephanie said with a small laugh. Stephanie started to drive around just to be driving. She had no destination, not really wanting to get anywhere. She kept replaying her life and how Trish always seemed to manipulate her way into it.

"So, you're mad at me?" Paul asked her.

"I refuse to tell a lie so hell yeah I'm mad at you." She said tangling her fingers with her brunette colored mane.

"Me, why?" He asked innocently.

"Because everything was going fine and you have to always invite someone with open arms. And have you noticed that that some one is always a female? Did you also notice that I am always mad at you? And something else I wonder if you noticed, your eyes seem to always wander." Stephanie said not taking her eyes off of the road. "I've been quiet for too long dammit and the way you chew gum...it annoys me." She put a piece of tissue up to his mouth and he spit it out. "Our daughter might be pregnant but still you choose to talk to Trish rather than come up with a solution."

"She better not be." Paul said wide eyed. "I'm sorry for irking you. My eyes do not wander and Trish called me the last time." He assured her. "Steph?" He chuckled a bit.

"Yeah?" Stephanie asked glancing over at him.

"Are you jealous of Trish?" He questioned.

"Jealous? I am not jealous of anyone Paul and especially not her. What the hell type question is that?" Stephanie inquired; frowning, her face had turned a bright red.

"It's just a question." Paul said as she pulled into a self-serve gas station.

"Yeah." She said sarcastically.

"Self-serve." He said. "You need my help?"

"I'd rather...um, I'd rather do something that I hate instead of have you do anything for me right now." Stephanie choked; he was always the one with the slick comebacks.

"Whatever." He replied as she pulled out of gas station, she drove around to find a full-serve gas station but she didn't. She decided she was going to learn how to pump gas, again, tonight. She stopped and opened her door and took a deep breath. "You need my help?"

"No and I told you that already." Stephanie frowned. He sat in the car and watched her make a fool of herself. He couldn't help but laugh. Stephanie came back to the car and took out her wallet to find her credit card.

"No, you cannot get gas with your Lord & Taylor's card." Paul laughed at her.

"Bite me." She responded. She went to the pump and she humored her husband. He decided that he'd seen enough and decided to help her. He got out and laughed at her.

"You obviously need my help." Paul said smiling with her keys dangling from his index finger.

"Why do you have my keys?" She asked putting her hands on her hip.

"Well, I don't want you to leave me." Paul answered placing his hands over hers. "It goes in like this."

"Like this?" She asked curiously.

"No, like this." He put it in properly.

"Don't make this situation sexual when you know I'm mad at you." Stephanie warned as he put the pump up.

"What? I didn't do anything." Paul said innocently putting his head on her shoulder. He kissed her cheek and she smiled.

"I hate you." She chuckled.

"You've said that before." He laughed lightly.

"Why don't you take me seriously?" Stephanie asked crossing her arms.

"Because I know you're angry with me, which you always are when Trish is around." Paul told her smiling,

"But that was years ago." Stephanie poked her lip out.

"C'mon, I'll drive." Paul opened the door for her.

"Fine." She said. They drove home and there was complete silence. "I'm sorry, you must think I'm a complete bitch, right?"

"If I said yeah you'd try to kick my ass, right?" Paul chuckled.

"There's no try about it." Stephanie assured him.

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