A/N: Sorry about the last chapter guys, but if I want the ending I have, this is the way that it has to be. Thanks for the reviews though and I hope you enjoy the chapter. :)

"Breakfast now?"

"Let me see, in all the time you've known me, have you ever, and I mean EVER known me to turn down a meal?" Stephanie asked.

"You know, it's a wonder that you aren't 500 pounds with all the food you consume," Chris said, shaking his head.

"It's because you always keep me on my toes," Stephanie said. "I burn off a lot of calories just keeping up with you…not in the bedroom or anything, but you know, just like…I've talked myself into a corner here haven't I?"

"Yeah, you have, but if you really want me to help you out with that burning calories thing, I have no problem with that."

"You're engaged now, you can't be coming on to me. I mean, really Snooks, what if just one day I couldn't hold back my passion anymore and I just…jumped you and made you fall against the bed and then I rode the living hell out of you?"

"I would…let you?" Chris said as he pressed his hand against the small of Stephanie's back. "Come on, let's get down there before they start serving lunch and then I'll be mad because I want pancakes and they won't have them, and I'll blame you and then I won't want to be your friend anymore."

"Tragic," she responded dully as she let Chris lead her out of the room. "So how did you propose? If you tell me that you got down on one knee and said some sappy speech, I think I might hurl right now, and then I'll get on the elevator and the motion will make me hurl, so really, I just don't want to hurl."

"But then your stomach would be empty for breakfast."

"Are you trying to advocate me getting an eating disorder, because then I think that we might have to make a Lifetime movie out of that and you would be the bad guy, definitely, and I'd be the beautiful, young heroine."

"Well, that's not very cool, who would portray me?"

"A washed-up 90's actor I'm sure."

"Oh, well, I definitely don't want that. I just kind of said it. We were in bed and I just let it slip out of my mouth. It wasn't anything big or anything, there was no great speech. I didn't say that our love made me feel like I was floating above the clouds in a sea of beautiful blue and pinks of the sunset."

"If some guy ever proposed to me like that, I think I would put him in a headlock and then throw him out of my house or wherever we happened to be, because that would be disgusting."

"And pray tell what would your perfect proposal be?"

"I want the guy to walk across the United States and when he gets to the end, I'll be there and he can propose, better to make the guy work it. It'll be just like in Forrest Gump when he does all that running, just because he wanted to. Which sounds so stupid when you say it like that. Running just because you have to, I don't even like running when I have to. That won't bode well for me if I'm ever in a place that catches on fire."

"Don't worry, I'll throw you over my shoulder and run for the both of us."

"I knew I kept you around for a reason," she said as they had reached downstairs and the coffee shop off the lobby. Trish was sitting alone at a table, but she was on the phone. She spotted the Terrible Twosome and waved them over. Chris and Stephanie walked to the table and Chris gave Trish a small kiss before sitting down next to her.

"I'm going to have to go," Trish said into her phone. "Yeah, I'll talk to you later. Bye."

"Who was that?" Chris asked.

"Just Torrie," Trish said. "I was telling her the news, the big, big news, which I'm assuming you told Stephanie so I don't sound stupid right now."

"What news?" Stephanie said, feigning stupidity. "Is there big news?"

"Oh, you didn't…" Trish said, her voice trailing off.

"No, I did, Stephers just gets selective amnesia every once in a while and you'll just have to forgive her for that."

"Really, congratulations Trish," Stephanie said sincerely. "I'd say you're getting a good man, but I've seen Chris at his worst and so…good luck with that one!"

"And if you'll excuse me, Stephanie's head has to be met with a toilet," Chris responded.

"You two," Trish said amusedly. "Okay, so after this breakfast, what are you doing Stephanie?"

"Um, I was probably going to go up to the roof and bungee-jump off the side of the building and then pretend like I was Spiderman, but like a woman. Other than that, no plans at all."

"Good, well, I got a few of the girls around and we're going to talk about the wedding, and I definitely want you to be there, so you HAVE to come up and discuss with us," Trish said. "I'm not taking no for an answer, so you might as well agree, I've already slated you in for a bridesmaid position so--"

"Oh, that won't be necessary," Chris said, smiling over at Stephanie as he interrupted Trish. "Stephanie's on my side of the altar."

"Huh?"

"Stephanie's going to be my best man."

"Woman," Stephanie corrected. "Because I'm a woman…Chris doesn't realize these are breasts."

"Chris, don't you think that she should be a bridesmaid?" Trish asked.

"No," Chris said. "Stephanie is going to be next to me, I don't care about anything else, Stephanie's going to be my best man."

"Again, it's woman Snooks, I'm really a woman, I'd show you, but well…I don't think I want to show everyone right here in this diner," Stephanie said.

"So Stephanie's going to plan you a bachelor party?"

"No!" Stephanie said. "Someone else can do that, but I think I can handle all of the other duties and things like that."

"Okay, well that's fine, but you still have to come up after breakfast so we can discuss. I want everything to be great because I only plan on getting married once, what about you Chris?"

"Yeah, just once," he said, smiling at her.

"I plan on getting married six times," Stephanie chimed in. "That way I can live up to the expectations set forth for me by the likes of all the people in soap operas. I want to be the next Erica Kane if I can be."

"Good luck with that Stephers."

The breakfast went well and soon, Trish was dragging Stephanie upstairs. Stephanie let herself be dragged since she didn't really want Trish to think that she didn't like her or anything. They went up to someone's hotel room and Trish knocked before a squealing Torrie was revealed on the other side. Stephanie reluctantly followed. It wasn't that Stephanie didn't get along with any of them, she did, it was just that she was more of a tomboy who would hang out with the guys.

"Great, you two are here," Torrie said genially. "We've been waiting for you."

"If that doesn't sound like the beginning of being brainwashed, I don't know what does," Stephanie joked as she walked into the room. It earned a small chuckle from Torrie, but not much else. Her humor was wasted on them. She looked around the room and saw Stacy and Lita sitting there. Stephanie suppressed the groan. Probably her strongest ally in the room was Lita since Lita wasn't as girly as the other three and she and Lita were actually friends.

"Hey guys, so I guess that Torrie spread the news," Trish said as she sat down. Stephanie took a seat in one of the chairs. Everyone congratulated Trish and she beamed at them. "I know, it was so unexpected. Stephanie, had he mentioned he was going to propose at all, I mean, marriage, did he ever mention it?"

"Nope," Stephanie answered.

"Yeah, so it had to be completely out of the blue then," Stacy said. "Trish, you are going to be one beautiful bride."

Trish teared up. "I just can't believe that I'm getting married and to someone as completely hot as Chris, and he's sweet and funny, and just so kind. I'm a really lucky girl."

Everyone cooed and aww'ed over Trish's mooning over Chris. Stephanie tried to remain upbeat, but it was difficult because Chris was something else entirely to her. Sure, he was all those things, but he was also…well he was just Chris to her and it was weird hearing someone so completely in love with him and failing to see all his faults.

"So Steph, does Chris have any weird quirks?" Stacy asked.

"Weird quirks?" Stephanie asked, hating that she was the center of attention for such a weird…gathering. "He…likes…I don't know."

"Oh come on, dish!" Torrie said. "I mean, besides Trish, I think that you know more about Chris than any of us do."

"She knows more than me," Trish said and there was no derision or jealousy in her voice, it was simply the truth, that was all.

"Well, I don't know what's considered weird," Stephanie said. "Chris is just your normal, average guy. He likes his sports…I guess one of his quirks is that he likes to play hockey to calm himself down."

"Oh…" Torrie said, not finding that at all compelling. "How did you and Chris get to be such good friends anyways?"

"I spilled hot chocolate on him," she explained quickly. "I wouldn't leave him alone with my apologizing and I still haven't left him alone."

"Sounds kooky," Stacy said. "So the wedding, what colors are you thinking about having it?"

"I was thinking, very simple, like a white and maybe like a gold or something. Just neutral colors, I don't think Chris wants elaborate. I don't either though, but I definitely want it to be elegant. Nothing too fancy, but definitely elegant."

"Hey, you guys, I've gotta go, I kind of had plans already and I can't stay, but definitely tell me what you guys thought up," Lita said, standing up. "Hey Stephanie, I really needed to talk to you about getting some time off, if Trish doesn't mind, think I can steal you away."

"Oh, it's okay," Trish said. "Steph, we'll have to have dinner sometime, I'll fill you in and you can get Chris's input."

"Sounds good," Stephanie said, standing up eagerly. She followed Lita out the door and sighed in relief. "How much do I owe you?"

"Nothing," Lita laughed. "I think we were both floundering in there. As the only two non-blondes, we have to stick together. Leave it to the Blonde Triplets to make the wedding plans. I'm Trish's friend, but nothing sounds more boring to me than planning a wedding that ain't mine."

"I know, I mean, I like Trish, but seriously, what do I know?"

"I figured I had to get you out of there before they asked you if you had slept with Chris or something, which we both know…impossible."

"I know, and like grilling me about him? I felt like I had committed some sort of murder and they were asking where I was on the Sunday of June the 3rd or something. I mean, come on, I know Chris, but I can't just think of everything off the top of my head, I'm not a machine."

"So you're a bridesmaid too?"

"I'm Chris's best woman," Stephanie said. "I think Trish just wants to be on my good side because I'm Chris's best friend. I mean, she thinks that if I don't like her, somehow I'm going to talk Chris out of marrying her."

"Would you?"

"Not unless she was doing something that hurt Chris. I'm not the Wicked Witch of the West or anything. If Chris is happy, then I'm happy for Chris. That's as far as it goes."

"I know, and most people know, but I guess it's more difficult for her because she loves Chris and she knows that it's very tenuous."

"Hey, there's my girl!" Stephanie looked up and saw Edge walking towards them. He went straight for Lita and scooped her up, hugging her tightly. She smiled at him as Edge raised his eyebrows over Lita's shoulder.

"Hey crazy lady," Edge said affectionately to Stephanie as he put Lita down. "I guess you were with the other crazy crazies who were talking about Trish getting hitched to Chris."

"I was."

"And they asked you? Like you know anything about weddings."

"I do! I've seen television, I watch the celebrity wedding profiles, I'm up to date on who is dating and marrying whom," Stephanie argued.

"Sure you are, but that just ain't your scene," Edge told her.

"Have you seen Chris?"

"Can't say that I have."

"I'll let you two go," Stephanie said, smiling at both of them before walking away. She turned the corner and saw her brother waiting for the elevator. She went over and stood next to him, and if you had observed them and not known them, you would think they were just two strangers who kind of resembled each other.

"So I heard Chris is getting married, where does that leave you?" Shane asked bluntly, glancing over at his younger sister.

"Oh, I don't know, I heard your computer crashed, where does that leave you? I mean, without your weekly virus scan, who knows what you might catch."

"Just find it interesting that Chris is getting married. I mean, you've been his best friend for a while apparently, and suddenly, he wants to be with another woman. I'm just thinking that it might leave you out in the cold."

"Whatever Robot," Stephanie snapped.

"Be careful Steph, the more you alienate someone, the more alone you're going to be."