Disclaimer: I do not own anyone you see in this fiction. They are the property of WWE and to themselves. So please do not sue me. Because all you will get from me is student loans and a very fat black and white cat named Max.

Author's Note: Ha I finished all my paperwork and now all I have to do is survive my three finals tomorrow and then I am done with school till Jan, 17. College is hard lol. I wanted o at least get another chapter out before tomorrow, so here it is.

Christmas Gift

All right that was it, if he didn't stop complaining he was going to get a candy cane shoved up his rear end.

"Stephanie I can not take this anymore."

"Stuck it up Chris, its not going to kill you to carry a few bags up a walkway," Stephanie McMahon muttered she shrugged her dark hair off her shoulders.

"A couple of bags, you're kidding?" Chris groused as he shifted the largest box in his arms it was heavy and he didn't want to even guess what she had bought the day before. "Hey wait a minute is my present in here?" he asked as he tried to look inside the bags.

"No it is not nosey." Stephanie smirked he had been looking for his present the last few days she had even come across him when he had been rifling through her female products. Being married to Chris had always fun but when it came to surprises he could never wait, so now Christmas and birthday he would tear the house apart looking for his gift.

"I am not nosey I just want to make sure you didn't get me something that I won't like. Remember last year you got me the god awful suit." He shivered he was not the suit type he left that kind of dress to Stephanie who got off in her little power suits.

"That was a nice suit Chris."

"No it wasn't, it has stripes I do not do stripes."

"Yeah you rather wear ripped tee-shirts and ratty old jeans."

"My jeans are not ratty." Chris shouted.

"Yes they are they are ripped and frayed and barely stay together when you wear them."

"Yeah, but they make my butt look good."

"What butt?" Stephanie giggled as she through a look over her shoulder when he gave a squeaky gasp.

"Mean women." Chris muttered and then whined "How much further Steph my legs hurt and my arms are falling asleep."

"You were the one that wanted to spend Christmas with our friends."

"I didn't know I would be a pack mule at the time." Chris muttered but then sighed with relief once Lita's house came into view. "Oh thank god."

"Oh hey it's Jerky and Stephy." A light voice called from inside and the door was ripped open and a bouncy Trish Stratus greeted them.

"Hey Lita come out here, Stephanie got Chris in something nice." Trish giggled when she caught sight of Chris's slacks and dress shirt.

"You guys act like I never look nice." His eyes narrowed when both Trish and Stephanie giggled.

"Hey I am a handsome man I look good in anything. Name one outfit that I didn't look like a sexy beast."

"That ugly vinyl thing you wore to that WWE event." Stephanie informed him.

"Those ugly checkered tights." Trish added.

"Hey remember that stupid purple thing he wore with the sparkles." Stephanie laughed when Chris just sighed.

"No one loves me."

"Ahh are they ganging up on you Chris?" Lita said with a smirk when she came over to stand next to him. "You guys are supposed to tell me these things so I can join."

"Haha, well since you guys are here." He said as he deposited all the packaged gifts in the three girl's hands. "I am going to go find some one who appreciates me." He smiled and walked into the all ready crowed house.

"So does he have any idea yet?" Trish asked once the three girls were alone.

"No he is so obvious it is not even funny." Stephanie smirked as she caught sight of her wayward husband. He was smirking with John Cena and Chris Beniot in the corner. That was never good. "He did get a stain on my favorite red dress though. I just don't get why he think I would hide a gift in a small dress bag." She muttered.

"What are they doing over there?" Trish muttered when she noticed Dave Batista dragging both Christian and Randy Orton over to where the other three men were standing.

"If I was Hunter, which thank god I am not I would be scared." Lita giggled when she caught sight of Hunter eyeing the group with trepidation.

"Well I think I am going to save Hunter and finally give Chris his gift." Stephanie smiled as she put a hand on her stomach and walked over to the group of men.

"All right I will put in his drink and you hand him the brownie." Chris whispered. They knew it was childish but it was traditional get Hunter to throw up, cry or faint by the end of the night.

"Oh man this is going to be so much better then last year." Dave Batista grinned and the quieted when Stephanie raised an eyebrow when she only caught the tail end of his statement.

"Remember boys we need Hunter in a few days at a conference for the fans so please don't disfigure him he had to scrub for two weeks to get that marked off of him last year."

"Ha like he could look anymore like any worse." Chris laughed.

When she only raised an eyebrow and shot him a glare he sighed. "He is only going to get sick no facial markings of any kind. Scouts honor." He muttered, and the glared when John made a whip cracking sound.

"Good boy, now come over here."

"But I wanna watch Hunter… all right." He muttered as he shuffled his feet to follow her, ignoring all the comments.

"Oh wait is it gift time? Gimme gimme." He said once he got her alone.

"Ok sweetie here." She said with a smile as she handed him a small box and tried not to smile to large when he ripped it open like a childlike enthusiasm.

"Honey I know I lost some weight but this will never fit me." He said with narrowed eyes and held up the small shirt that had Prince of the World in big block letters.

"Well then I guess we will have to put it on our son." She said with a smile and put his hand on her stomach and laughed at the wide eye elation on his face.

"Baby? Really." He laughed as he hugged her and spun her around.

"Man I love you." He added with a smile and kissed her hard.

Jules