"That's a leg, and that's arm right there, and that's his head of course."

"Chris, you've showed that to me five times already."

"Sorry," Chris chuckled as he looked at Amy. "I can't help it, I'm excited. I mean, this is my son. This is my son!"

"Crazy, I know," Amy laughed. "You've only been showing everyone your son, and we get it. We get that you're having a son but that doesn't mean that you're allowed to go off the deep end."

"I'm not going off the deep end," Chris said defensively. "You should've seen him in there Ames, he was kicking and moving around like he was on a soccer field or something. The doctor said he was going to be an active little guy. A little boy, I'm still just stoked about that one."

"So if it had been a girl you would've renounced her and said you weren't the father?"

"Well…no, if she had been a little girl, she'd be a Daddy's Girl all the way, but we're getting a boy, he's going to be fun, Ames. I can't wait to meet him and hold him and do all those dad things with him."

"How's Steph doing?" Amy asked curiously.

"She's excited," Chris said with a smile. "She has got like fifty different paint samples taped up on the walls of the nursery in our house, which we will invite everyone to once we get everything moved in…well, once I get everything moved in, Stephanie can't lift most of the stuff."

"Oh yeah, this house I keep hearing so much about. I can't believe you finally have a house. I bet it's a lot different than that bachelor pad you used to have. Actually, I can't believe that you're finally moving in with Stephanie, it only took you a year to get off your ass."

"Well, before I knew she was pregnant, you know, we didn't really have a reason to move in, you know," he told her. "But now that we have a kid on the way, it just makes more sense. I want to be around my kid all the time, not some bullshit part-time dad kind of thing. I don't want visits and weekends, although Stephanie and I are still together, but I want to be there every day."

"I'm sure she appreciates that."

"Yeah, I think she does…I hope she does," Chris chuckled, looking down again at the sonogram. "You know, Ames, before I found out she was pregnant, it was kind of like I was wandering you know. But now things feel really right. He feels really right, and so does all of this with Stephanie."

"So you're finally at the point where you admit this is a serious relationship."

Chris waved the sonogram in her face, "This is about as serious as you can get. Having a kid is just about as serious, except marriage of course."

"Speaking of…"

"Don't even start it Ames," Chris told her with a laugh.

"Come on, you'll have a baby with her, but you won't marry her."

"It's not that," he told her, serious this time.

"Then what is it?"

"The reason I'm going to propose to Stephanie, somewhere down the line," he added. "Well, it's going to be because I want her to marry me, not because I have to marry her."

"Yes, you have to go to Uncle Shane's."

"But I want to go see Daddy too," Finnegan said, dangling his legs over the stool as he sat at the bar in their kitchen. He spooned some more cereal into his mouth as he watched Stephanie go around and collect things to put in the sink.

"I know you do, which is why Daddy's picking you up from Uncle Shane's and you can spend the night with him," Stephanie said. Finnegan didn't smile at this and Stephanie put the dishes in the sink as she went over to where Finnegan was sitting and leaned on the counter to look at him. "Okay Finny, what's wrong?"

"Nothing," Finnegan said.

"I know something's wrong Finny," Stephanie said, leaning a little closer to her son. "You know you want to tell me."

"Nothing," Finnegan said, still frowning.

"Finnegan Aaron Irvine, I know that you're hiding something," Stephanie said playfully, nudging him in the shoulder as she raised an eyebrow. "Since when can't you tell me what's wrong? Are you growing up to be such a big boy you can't tell me anything?"

"I want Daddy to come home," Finnegan said softly, so softly Stephanie had to strain her ears to hear it. She sighed heavily and picked Finnegan off of the seat and held her against her hip. This was getting to be something that she wouldn't be able to do soon because he was getting so big.

Finnegan rested his head against Stephanie's shoulder and wrapped his arms around her neck, holding on tightly. Stephanie closed her eyes and kissed his forehead as he just snuggled in more tightly. His legs went around her waist as he tried to get closer to her because he wanted to be close to her. He was sad and his sadness was palpitating and reaching her. She hummed a little to calm him down and try to cheer him up.

Stephanie began to whisper in his ear:

"A boy named Finn sailed the ocean blue

In a little sailboat, built for two.

The fishies were swimming up and down.

And my little Finny never wore a frown.

He never cried, he could only smile,

While his mommy loved him all the while.

She gave him hugs, and kisses too.

And said, "Whatever shall we do?"

And so they sailed the ocean blue,

In a little sailboat built for two."

Stephanie smiled wistfully as she thought about when that poem had been written. She and Chris had been lying down with Finnegan between them. He had been about a year old at the time, and Chris found himself constantly inspired by the little boy. The words had just flowed from his mouth as Stephanie kept softly brushing back Finnegan's hair. And as Chris finished his poem, Finnegan had smiled around his bottle. Ever since then, whenever Finnegan was sad after getting hurt or falling down, they would recite the poem and he'd cheer up.

She walked into the living room and sat down on the couch with Finnegan still nestled in her arms. She ran her hands through his slightly too long brown hair, which Chris insisted they let grow until Finnegan decided he needed a haircut. She just listened to him breathe and waited for him to talk, or tried to prepare what she would say. She knew she had to be delicate because he was a little boy and probably didn't understand what was going on.

The only world that Finnegan had ever known had included both of his parents. She and Chris had been living together since before he was born and up until a week ago, the most he had ever been without one parent was a few days. This wasn't his world and he didn't understand this chaos he had been thrown into. Chris had said he didn't want to be a part-time dad, but instead he wanted to be a full-time one, and now he wasn't, and that had to be as much of a shock to Finnegan as it was to Chris.

"Finny, you know how Mommy and Daddy told you a couple days ago that we were broken up?" she asked softly.

"Uh huh," Finnegan said quietly.

"Sweetie, what that means is that Mommy and Daddy aren't going to live together anymore."

"But Daddy lives here," Finnegan pointed out.

"I know that he does, sweetie, but when two people are broken up, they don't really live together anymore. It's just how it works out. I love Daddy very much, but me and Daddy just can't live together anymore. But we're meeting today to figure out how we're both going to get to see you all the time. Does that sound okay to you?"

"Okay," Finnegan said, but he didn't exactly sound okay with it, or did he sound like he fully understood it. But over time, she hoped that it would get better for him.

Stephanie smiled and kissed his head. "Okay, why don't we go get ready for Uncle Shane's and then you can have fun with him and tell him that he's too uptight for his own good, okay?"

"Okay," Finnegan said, a little more brightly this time as Stephanie stood up from the couch.

Getting Finnegan ready was a relatively easy task. The little boy was really low-maintenance. He had been so used to traveling he was like a whiz at packing things and knowing what to take. Stephanie knew it was probably too much of her influence, but she was the first to admit that it made things way easier on her when they were in a rush before setting off to wherever the show took them. Finnegan was on a three-day preschool schedule so on Mondays and Tuesdays he would accompany Stephanie to Raw.

Dropping him off at Shane's was also easy. Driving to meet Chris on the other hand, was very, very difficult. She didn't want to see him, but she knew that she was going to have to see him, now and for the next fourteen years at least, and then she'd still have to see him on occasion. And she hoped that every time she did meet with him it wasn't going to be as painful as it was right now. She arrived at the restaurant where they were meeting and he was already there, drinking an iced tea. She walked straight over and sat down.

"Hey," she said, trying to act nonchalant, but she was anything but.

"Hey, thanks for agreeing to meet with me," Chris said. He stared at her for a moment, "Don't worry, there're no more forthcoming proposals, I understand what happened and I'm trying to accept that. This is about Finn and that's all."

"I want to make this transition as smooth as possible for him," Stephanie said. "No lawyers, no scheduled visitation, no nothing."

"Me too. I just want things to be okay with Finn, he's the only one that matters in all of this," Chris agreed. "So I got an apartment, it's about five minutes away from here, it's a penthouse, only the best right?"

She laughed a little, "Yeah, only the best for you, I know that well."

"Shut up," he said good-naturedly. "But it's a two-bedroom so Finn can have his own room, and all of that. The only problem is I can't move in for another three weeks. And I'm not liking the whole staying and paying for a hotel for the next three weeks thing, that's just way too much hotel for me."

"So what are you going to do?"

"I'm actually going to go back to Winnipeg and crash at my dad's for a while," Chris told her. "I just need to collect my thoughts about this entire thing. A six-year relationship isn't exactly something you get over in a minute right?"

Chris wanted her to say something, anything that indicated she was hurting as much as she was. It was easy to put on a brave front, he was Chris Jericho after all, but inside, and at nights when he was alone, it got so much worse. He'd lie in bed, this strange bed that wasn't his own, that he hadn't spent night after night in, and he's lay there and stare up at the ceiling and try to imagine the feeling of Stephanie beside him. It wasn't hard to picture it and after six years, he knew her presence and the way she felt, but it wasn't the same as having her there, and he wasn't sure that anything would ever replace that feeling. He had been with this woman for so long, more than some married people and to suddenly break away from it was going to take its toll.

He just wanted to know that maybe it was taking the same toll on her. He didn't care if their hurt matched up, he just wanted her to feel a tiny bit hurt. He wanted to know if he meant anything to her at all because after the constant rejections, he was beginning to wonder if he meant anything at all to her. The thought that he might was one he didn't want to confront, but one that he might have to accept somewhere down the line.

"No, you don't get over it in a minute," Stephanie said, staring out the window to the cars zooming by, eager to get to their destination. She dared to look back at Chris and sighed as she looked at him. "You know this isn't easy for me either Chris, I'm not going to lie."

He sighed, and she could hear the relief in his breath. "I was just wondering. I'm not saying that you should."

"I know what you mean," she told him.

"See how you do that?" he said. "You know what I mean before I mean it, you know what I'm going to say so I don't have to. That's going to be something that is going to be hard to find somewhere down the line. It's hard because we were together for so long."

"I know," she told him. She was getting uncomfortable now because the little voices in her brain were starting to tell her that this was her own fault, that Chris leaving and them breaking up was all her fault. But it wasn't that. It wasn't that at all. Stephanie had demons, voices in her head that belonged to Chris that told her things, memories that would still pick at her conscience.

"We'll just have to get used to it. I mean, six years is a really long time, and I'm really sorry it didn't work out," Chris said, before the waitress came over and ordered their meals. Chris smiled as Stephanie ordered her usual meal, complete with all her quirky tastes.

"What? What are you smiling at?" she asked as she looked at him.

"You," he told her and she glared at him. "You always order the same thing, why don't you ever order something different."

"Oh, like you? You who has to try everything and anything on the menu? You have to try like every item on the menu because you feel like you have to know how everything tastes. I know my tastes."

"Live a little," Chris said. "Besides we both know you're going to end up eating off my plate, like usual because you like mine better, like usual."

"Not the time you ordered the duck liver paté, and then you puked when we were in the car and I had to pull over so you could throw up and Finny laughed at you."

"You told Finn to laugh at me," Chris pointed out. "I thought it might be good."

"Oh yeah, good, because anything that has liver in it is going to taste good."

"Just for that, you get no bites, do you hear me? No tastes, because you're going to pick off my…" It was that moment that Chris realized they weren't together anymore and this entire conversation was inappropriate and as his ex-girlfriend, she wasn't supposed to be eating food off of his plate. "Sorry, forgot for a minute that we weren't together."

"Oh…I guess it's just really easy to fall back to your old ways," she mumbled, now even more uncomfortable.

The marriage thing was now the elephant in the room. Chris wanted to talk earnestly about it and Stephanie wanted to run away from it. Chris was reminded again that they were at different crossroads and he tried to hang onto the anger that he had felt after leaving last Saturday. The anger he felt at her rejection, her constant rejections of marriage. He frowned at that and let the anger seep into his so he wouldn't fall back into her charms.

Stephanie reminded herself as well that they were no longer together. They were just two exes who happened to have a child together. She reminded herself that if it weren't for Finnegan, Chris would be long in the rearview mirror because he surely would've dumped her by now. He'd be off having a future with someone else and not her, because that's what he had said, that there was no future with her.

No future until she had pushed a future on him.