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Spur of the Moment

The next four months passed by quickly. It was like a blur, and before Stephanie knew it, she and Jericho were at the doctor's office and she was about to have her very first sonogram.

"Nervous?" she asked him as she laid on the bed in a gown.

"N-nervous? Now w-what would m-make you think that?" he answered. His legs were shaking badly and he was chewing on his nails.

"The stuttering, the shaking, the chewing," she laughed. "But it'll be ok, Chris... What do you want it to be?"

"A girl...although it would be fine if it was a boy," he said. "Maybe a little Chris, Jr., huh?" he joked.

"I have my fingers crossed that it'll turn out to be a girl," she said "Oh, I can't wait to find out!"

"You don't have to wait any longer, Ms. McMahon," Dr. Washington said, entering the room with a big smile on her face.

"Oh, yippee!" Steph said, clapping. "When will we find out?"

"No more than five or ten minutes from now," Dr. Washington said. "Let's get you all set up..."

Approximately five minutes later, Steph, Jericho, and the doctor were watching something tiny inside of Stephanie bounce around like a hyperactive ping pong ball.

"Do you hear the heartbeat?" Stephanie asked Jericho.

"It's so sweet," Jericho replied. He was entranced watching the energetic little baby bounce around. "Doctor, do you know what the sex is yet?"

"Certainly. You two will be the proud parents of a very energetic baby girl," Dr. Washington informed them.

"It's a girl," Stephanie said happily.

"Just like we wanted... What will we name her?" Jericho asked. "Mind you, I have something in mind."

"Well, tell me. Do you have a name?"

"Yeah... How about Sara Christine Irvine?"

"Cute. I think that could work," she said. "Especially with your last name attached..."

ALMOST FOUR MONTHS LATER: VEGAS

"Have you considered letting me adopt the baby?" Jericho asked. Stephanie was sitting on a couch. Her stomach was huge, and she had gained quite a bit of weight. He thought she looked sexier than ever!

"At least she'd have two caring parents then," Steph replied. "That's all I want for her, two loving, caring parents..."

Jericho thought about this for a minute, and then turned excitedly to Steph. "I just had the greatest spur of the moment idea," he told her.

"What is it?" she wondered.

"We're in Vegas. You're gonna go into labor soon. I'm gonna be the baby's dad, even if it is just by adoption... Why don't we just get married?"

"Married? Are you for real?" she asked incredulously.

"Yes." He got down in front of her. "I'll get you a ring soon... For now I'll have to propose with my class ring..." He looked up into her eyes. "Stephanie McMahon, will you marry me, love?"

"Yes!" she exclaimed. She didn't even have to think about it. Her eyes sparkled with tears of happiness as he slipped his class ring onto her slim finger. She kissed him, then asked, "When's the wedding?"

"Right now, baby. We're in Vegas," he said with a grin. "Let's get married!"

A BIT LATER...

"...You may kiss the bride..."

"You don't have to tell me twice," Jericho said. He leaned down and kissed his new wife gently, hungrily. "Can't wait for the honeymoon."

"We might not make it there tonight," Stephanie said, wincing a little.

"Why not?" he asked, obviously disappointed.

"Look down," she said.

He looked down. "Why's there water all over the place? This is dangerous!" he exclaimed.

"Baby? My water just broke..."

A FEW HOURS LATER...

"Do you want to hold your baby?" the doctor asked Stephanie.

"Yes, please," she answered. She was absolutely glowing as the doctor handed her the baby. "Doctor, is my husband gonna be ok?"

"He will. Lots of first-time fathers faint when they see the baby coming out," the doctor assured her. "Don't worry about him. He'll be around."

"One more question," Steph said. "How long before a paternity test can be performed?"

"A few hours, tops," the doctor said, raising an eyebrow. "Why, do you need one?"

"Yes, we need one," Steph replied...

When Jericho woke up, he saw Stephanie sleeping soundly with her little bundle of joy in her arms. They looked so beautiful together that he had to kiss them both on the forehead.

"I see you're up," Stephanie said in a low voice.

"I can't believe I fainted," Jericho groaned. "So much for my macho image."

"Chris, I ordered a paternity test," she said suddenly.

"Why? Triple H is most likely the father," he said, feeling bitter at the thought of Triple H being the father of such a cute little baby.

"You forget, we did sleep together that day just before...before everything happened."

"You're right!" he exclaimed. His eyes widened. "What if... What if I'm really her dad?"

"I hope you are, but we won't know until we take the test..."

THE NEXT DAY

"I'm so nervous," Jericho admitted. "I'm so excited that I could be her dad, but what if I'm not?"

"Even if you're not her dad by blood, you'll still be her dad in every way that counts," Stephanie assured him. "Don't worry."

"It's hell waiting, though," he said. "I'm in agony here!"

"Well, the wait is over," the doctor said, bringing in a manila envelope. He handed it to Jericho and looked at them both. "I'm sure you two want to be alone..." And he left the room.

"Shall I?" Jericho asked. Stephanie nodded. He tried to open it but his hands were shaking too bad. "Here. You do it," he said, handing her the envelope.

She was totally at ease as she opened the envelope. She peeked at the results and couldn't help but gasp. "Oh. My. God."