A/N:  Forgot to say this last chapter, but kudos to the people who picked up on what the chick flick was. ;)

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This was starting to get out of hand and he wanted it to end.  Stephanie needed to get out of his dreams or else he would go absolutely insane.  The dreams were plaguing his mind, and the reasons behind the dreams were even more puzzling.  If he could just get her out of his head, then he knew that he'd be alright, then everything could go back to normal and he and Trish could just be happy with each other, with no interference.

He knew that Trish was starting to wonder about him.  He was being distant, thinking, always thinking about why he was being tormented through his subconscious.  It was like Trish belonged to him during the day and Stephanie belonged to him during the night.  That was a weird thought, but it was true nonetheless, Stephanie was there, in his dreams, every damn night.

He didn't want Trish to think that he was being this way because of what she had told him a couple weeks ago.  He was extremely happy that she had told him she loved him, and was flattered that he had gained so much feeling with her.  He hadn't said it back, not for lack of liking her, but because he wanted to be sure that he loved her.  He cared about her enough to not want to say the words without meaning them completely.

So there he was, staring up at the ceiling, willing sleep not to come to him, because he knew the moment that he closed his eyes that she would be there, and he didn't want her to be there.  He had nothing against Stephanie, but he desperately wanted her out of his dreams.  Eventually though, before he could stop it, not that he could, sleep came to him, and once again, he was transported to a fantasy world.

She came out of the bathroom, and he almost had to grab his heart because she looked so incredibly beautiful.  It wasn't even the dress or the makeup or the hair that made her that way, it was…her.  The way her face glowed, the smiled plastered on it, he wanted to get down on his knees and thank God once again that she was his.

She grinned as his eyes widened, and gave a laugh that filled the air and encompassed him.  She was in this black dress, that tied around her neck and it looked lovely on her, while her hair fell in ringlets over her shoulders.  She came over to him and gave him a soft kiss.

"You like?"

"Oh yeah," he said, his voice almost cracking.

She smiled even wider, "I bought it because I knew you would like it."

"I love it," he said, running his hands over her bare shoulders, shrugging the hair off of them so they fell down her back, "You are going to be the most beautiful woman at the party tonight."

"Good, that's exactly what I was going for."

He laughed, "And I get to show you off."

"I'm a trophy wife!" she teased, acting shocked.

"Yeah, but I'm a trophy husband," he answered.

"Oh come on, all those women should feel jealous," she said, then proceeded to undo his tie.

"What're you doing?"

"You fixed it wrong."

She took his tie and started fixing it deftly as he gazed down upon her.  How was it that the littlest things made him love her all the more?  She finished quickly and smoothed his tie down against his shirt.  She looked up at him and caught him gazing at her in rapture.  She gave him a curious head tilt and he just stared at her, unbelieving to the fact that this was his wife.

"Have I suddenly turned green?" she asked, wondering why he was staring at her so oddly.

"No," he shook his head, then he began kissing her, "You…I--I'm just so lucky is all."

"You're damn straight you're lucky," she said, flipping her hair and walking downstairs, calling over her shoulder, "I'm just going to say goodbye to the boys."

Chris watched her walk down the stairs, smiling to himself before rushing to follow her.  He caught up to her as she reached the bottom of the stairs and wrapped his arm around her waist as they walked to the downstairs playroom.  Once inside, her face lit up as she saw Brennan and Reid playing with Chris's mother.

"Babies, Mommy and Daddy are leaving," Stephanie said gently and motherly.

"Bye Mommy," Reid said as he sat there watching some video.

"Mama!" Brennan said, running over to her, "No go!!"

"Oh sweetie, Mommy and Daddy will be back before you know it and we'll come say goodnight to you, ok?"

"Dada," Brennan said, "No go pwease."

Chris picked the little boy up easily, "Bren, we'll be back and don't you wanna stay with Grams?"

"I stay with you!" he said fiercely.

"Honey you can't," Stephanie said, ruffling his hair, "But we aren't leaving you.  We'll be back."

"Here, let me take him," Chris's mother said, taking Brennan from Chris's arms, "We'll have fun tonight Brennan, Grams promises."

"Ok," he said, sniffling a little.

Stephanie looked at him, and gave him a kiss on the cheek, "You be a big boy ok, and be nice to Grams."

"Uh huh."

"Bye," Chris said, giving him a hug, "Bye Reid."

"Bye Daddy," Reid said waving.

Stephanie and Chris left and headed to the reception party at Titan Towers.  They were having an annual party for the wrestlers and everyone, just to show their appreciation.  Stephanie and Chris walked inside, the party already in full swing.  Stephanie looked around, waving to various people as Chris just looked around.

"Chris, I'm going to go find Mom and Daddy and tell them we're here ok?" she said, tugging on his hand.

"Ok, I'll be around," he said to her, leaning down to give her a quick peck on the lips.

She walked away then and he just stared at her, still captivated by how wonderful she looked that evening.  He didn't notice a hand running up his suit jacket until he looked to the side and into the face of Trish Stratus.  She was, of course, dressed like a slut, in a red dress that only went up to the bottom of her ass, and low cut so she was squeezing every ounce of cleavage out that she could.  She held two champagne glasses in her hands.

"Trish," he said politely.

"Chris, I thought you'd never arrive," she told him, handing him the other champagne glass.

"Well, of course I'd be here," he said, setting the glass down, not feeling like a drink at the moment.  Or in this case, not feeling like a drink that Trish had handed to him.  She could be drugging him or something.

"You look so sexy," she purred, rubbing his chest.

He pulled her hand off, "No touching the merchandise."

"Oh, but I wanna have a little taste," she said, licking her red lipstick covered lips.

"Yeah, and I don't just give that out thanks," he said, trying to walk away.

"Oh, please," she said pathetically.

"Look Trish, I can't stand you ok?  I love Stephanie, you know, my wife, the same woman I've been married to for seven years, and for you to even think I would take a glance in your direction is delusional on your part!"

Chris opened his eyes.  This was too far now.  He was dreaming of Trish being a slut.  This was not good at all.  Obviously this was like bizarro-world, where he loved Stephanie and hated Trish.  That had to be what it meant after all, he liked Trish, she was his girlfriend and Stephanie was nothing.

"Up and at 'em sleepy head," Trish said, walking out of the bathroom already dressed.

"Huh?" was his lame response.

"We have to go to the arena for the show," she told him as she flossed her teeth, "I let you sleep in because I knew you were up last night, though why you were up I have no idea."

"Just thinking," he responded, "What time is it?"

"11:45," she told him, "What were you thinking about?"

"Oh," he said, thinking quickly, "Just the show and stuff, opponents who I'd like to face.  No biggie."

"You shouldn't let that keep you up," she said, disappearing into the bathroom for a moment before coming back out, "You can beat anyone."

He laughed and got out of bed, "You seem to think awful highly of me."

"The highest," she smiled, walking over to kiss him and hand him his pants, "Now get ready or we'll be late."

"Oh, we can be late one time," he said, grinning lecherously at her.

She laughed and he pulled her to him.  She wrapped her arms around his waist as he held her tightly.  He leaned down to kiss her with a passion, and she responded with her own vigor.  They fell together on the bed, making the unconscious decision to be late.

When they finally did arrive at the arena, Chris left Trish to talk with Lita and then went off to find out what he would be doing for the evening.  The production person told him to go see Stephanie for his assignment and he groaned.  She was the last person he wanted to see right now.  He trudged down to her office and knocked on the door, hoping she wouldn't be there and he could avoid seeing her altogether.

"Come in!" No such luck, he thought as he walked in.  Stephanie looked up and gave him a friendly smile.  He found himself trying not to cringe.

"I was told to come see you," he said, his voice tight and controlled.

"Oh yes, well, we wanted you to do a Highlight Reel tonight and we just wanted to get some input on who you should interview."

"Whoever," he said, disinterested.

"Do you not care?"

"Nope, not a care in the world," he shrugged, "Not a single one."

"Chris Jericho, are you trying to cop an attitude with me?" she asked, asserting her seniority.

"No," he mumbled, frustrated now.

"Well, you don't have to act all mean because I asked your opinion," she snapped.

"Just get the hell out of my dreams!" he exclaimed.

Her eyes widened in surprise as his widened in shock of what he had just said.  Oh please, let him have only said that in his mind and not said that in real life.  He closed his eyes, hoping when he opened them, he'd be anywhere else.  He opened them again and saw Stephanie still staring at him.

"You dream about me?" she asked.

"No, of course not," he said, shaking his head quickly.

"Oh my God, you dream about me!" she cried out.

"Ok, fine!  Yes, I dream about you ok!  I'm not happy about it!"

She laughed, she just sat there and laughed at him.  He stared at her in disbelief.  Here he was, dreaming about their perfect life and she had the audacity to laugh at him.  He sat down across from her, and sighed loudly.  She just kept on laughing, clutching her side as tears came to her eyes.

"Look, it's not funny ok," he muttered.

"I'm sorry," she said, wiping her eyes, "Really, I'm sorry, it's just a shock is all."

"I want you out of them, I don't like dreaming about you."

"I'm…sorry," she said awkwardly, not knowing what else would suffice, "Are they good dreams?"

"Yeah," he said, "We're married."

"Married?!"

"Yeah."

"Wow, so I'm your dream wife."

"I'm glad you're getting a kick out of this."

"Chris, this is nothing to get so worked up about.  So you had a dream that we were married, that's not a big deal, it's probably because you see me all the time," she told him, thinking logically.

"I've been dreaming about you for the last few weeks."

"Ok," she nodded, "Now that might be a problem."

"Thanks," he said sarcastically, "Is that your advice?"

"Advice, that was an observation."

"Whatever."

"Hey, don't get pissy with me, I'm your dream wife," she joked, "Do we have dream sex?"

He didn't answer.  Truth was, he had actually had dreams about having sex with Stephanie.  Those were the ones that scared him the most, because what if this was lust he felt for Stephanie.  That couldn't be it, he'd always decide, there was no way.

"Oh my God!" she screamed, "We've had sex!"

"Only once or twice," he said.

"Was I good?" she asked curiously.

"I'm taking the 5th."

"I was good!  You dreamed I was good in bed!" she squealed.

"I never should've told you," he mumbled.

"Look, Chris, I'm flattered, but really, dreams are just what your mind thinks up at the time.  You're happy with Trish, and that's cool, the dreams will go away eventually."

"God, I just want you out of them," he said exasperated.

"What, you think that I'm going into your room at night and whispering for you to dream about me or something?"

"Are you?"

"Oh man, Chris, get a grip, these are just dreams," she said, "They don't mean a thing!"

"But what if they do?  What if I'm attracted to you?"

"Are you?" she asked, repeating a question he had asked.

"No, I mean, I don't look at you and get the butterflies."

"Maybe the dreams are trying to tell you that you don't belong with Trish," she suggested.

"But I'm happy with her."

"I don't know Chris!  I'm trying to throw out ideas for you!"

"This is not helping!"

"Well, what do you want me to do!?!  Fine, here, I'll get a dream divorce."

"We can't get a dream divorce," he said, "We have dream kids.  It would devastate them."

"Aww," she cooed, "We have dream kids?"

"Yeah, two boys.  Brennan, he's two, and Reid, he's five."

"Those are great names, dream me has taste."

"Yeah, and they're adorable, they both look like me, except Brennan has brown hair, and he's a charmer."

"Am I a good dream mom?"

"You're the best dream mom," he said.

"Oh, well, now we can't get a dream divorce."

"Well, I'm always happy in my dreams," he said, "So I mean, there's that."

"Yeah," she said, "Whoa, that was like the weirdest conversation I've ever had."

He laughed, "Oh, well, like I was saying, I want you out."

"Chris, I don't know how to do that."

"Well, maybe since you and I talked about it, I can move on," he said brightly.

Maybe that was the key, if he talked to Stephanie than she would be out of his dreams.  They had just established the fact that there was nothing between them and there never would be.  Now he would probably dream about Trish now that this was all over with.

"Yeah, maybe," she said, "It's been nice being dream married to you."

"How would you know about it?" he joked.

"Oh, because I'm sure we were good."

"Yeah, but now I can move on."

"Good luck with that."