All good things must come to an end.

Those words seemed prophetic as Chris walked up the pathway to his home. After spending last night celebrating with Stephanie over their seemingly successful debut (Hunter had claimed to have a headache, but Stephanie had so much adrenaline coursing through her veins she needed to let it out), he was heading home for some much-needed downtime. But that didn't stop the grin from coming to his face when he thought about how they got such a great reaction to their revelation the night before. The crowd reacted just how he had predicted they would, and he was fortunate for that. If the crowd hadn't been electric, Chris knew that Hunter would absolutely pounce on that fact and try to get the storyline changed.

He walked into the house and threw his duffel bag off to the side, intending to get it later so he could wash his dirty laundry. He wandered into the living room and saw Jessica sitting on the couch, one leg folded under. Her expression was tight, her lips in a thin line as she watched something on television, her hand poised in mid-air with remote in hand. He walked in further and turned towards the television to see her watching last night's show.

"It came out great, didn't it?" he asked.

"Oh, is that what you'd call great?" she shot back at him. He was so proud of his work he failed to pick up on the tone to her voice.

"Well, yeah, did you hear the crowd react to it?" he wondered, plopping himself down on the couch next to her. She looked over at him and was dismayed by the obvious giddy look in his eyes as they scanned the screen anxiously. "Come on, play it."

"I heard the crowd react," she responded. "They seemed…indifferent…"

"Indifferent!" he exclaimed incredulously, "No way were they indifferent, they were eating out of the palm of our hands, it was great. Even Hunter, that jackass, thought that it went well…his part at least, he didn't have much to say about my part, but that's just typical Hunter."

"Yeah, typical Hunter," she echoed. This time, Chris could pick up on the slightly bitter tone to her voice and he sighed inwardly knowing that this was going to lead to a fight. Rather than stay and see it hash out, he got up and walked towards the entryway. "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to grab my bag and wash my stuff, it's gross," he threw out over his shoulder.

"I thought you wanted to watch."

"I did, and I will, later," he told her. "It's still going to be on there when I do my laundry, I can wait to see it." In actuality, he just didn't want Jessica to be a buzzkill. This storyline was starting off with a bang, and he was extremely proud of the work that he and Stephanie were putting into it. It would be the crescendo to their entire history on-screen, and he wasn't going to screw that up, and he wasn't going to screw up his chance to make this one of the most memorable WrestleMania main events ever.

"I don't know," Jessica said nonchalantly as she twirled the remote in her hand. "I might have to record something tonight and I might need the tape, so I wouldn't be too sure that it'll be here later."

He turned around slowly and spoke as nicely as he could muster, "Don't record over it, please, you know how I like to study myself to see what I did well and what I did wrong."

"Well I don't have any blank tapes," she told him.

"What is your problem?" he asked, though he knew what it was. He just wasn't going to beat around the bush anymore. If she wanted to have a fight right now, she was going to do it whether or not he was an active participant.

Jessica didn't beat around the bush when she spoke next, "Why did you kiss her twice!"

"What!" he inquired, his jaw slacking just the tiniest bit.

"I saw it with my own eyes, you kissed, fine, you have to go through with this stupid storyline because you won't talk to management about it, but then she kissed you again and you got all into it!" she said, glaring at him.

He scoffed and stared at her, mouth agape. "What the hell are you suggesting here, Jessica? Because if you're suggesting what I think you're suggesting, then you need to get your facts straight."

"Why are you getting all defensive?"

"You know what? It's called acting, I don't know if you've ever heard of it. We were going out there to do our job, nothing more, nothing less. Do you see me with her right now? Do you see me hanging around her? No, because I'm here with you, I guess that doesn't count for much these days, huh?"

Chris stalked out of the room, but felt Jessica's presence behind him. He was just bending over to pick up his duffel bag when she grabbed his arm. He started to shake it off, but she wouldn't let him and he stood up slowly to face her. She looked apologetic and she smiled sadly at him. "I'm sorry, Chris, I just…you know how I get when another girl looks at you, and she's…she's kissing you and it bothers me."

"I don't know why," he told her. "I've been a faithful husband, I've--"

"I know," she said, facing the floor. She dropped his arm and sighed deeply, running her hands through her blonde hair. "I know that you've been faithful, and I trust you. I'm just nervous about this storyline and how close you're going to get to her, and to imply that you two are having sex, it's very…it's hard to watch."

Chris tried to see it from her point of view, but with the success of the storyline, he was finding it difficult. He took her face in his hands and ran his thumb over her bottom lip. "You have nothing to worry about, trust me, please?"

"I do, I trust you, but she kissed you, and you looked surprised, and then you kissed her back like it was the most natural thing in the world," she told him.

Chris had enough by now and he pulled away from her. "You know, I feel like I'm talking to a wall here. I talk and I talk, and I hear myself saying these words, and you just can't believe me for one second. You say you trust me, and then--"

"I don't trust her!" Jessica shouted.

Now Chris was even more confused. He shook his head at his wife, looking at her with something closely resembling pity. He picked up his bag and walked off towards the laundry room. He didn't know why he felt a sudden flare up of anger when she questioned Stephanie's morals, but he did and it burned in his gut like acid. Stephanie was his partner in all of this, seemingly the only person who really got it, the it being that this storyline worked, that they had been building up to this for a long time, that this would be the pinnacle of years of work.

"Chris!" she called after him as he went into the laundry room. "Stop and talk to me…"

"No," he snapped, pulling clothes out of the bag and throwing them into separate piles. "We've already had this discussion once and that was one time too many. You don't see how this is going to further my career, don't you want what's best for me?"

"So now you're turning it onto me?" she accused and he wanted to grab her and shake her at that moment. She was just arguing for arguing's sake.

"I'm not turning it against you, but you know that my dream has always been to be in the WrestleMania main event, ever since they started WrestleMania. Do you know how many guys have that same dream? Do you know how few will actually get to experience it? With Dwayne and Hulk fighting at the same show, we're going to have to do something to make the main event great. I don't want to get lost in the shuffle, I've worked too long and too hard for this, you don't get it, Jessica, I've wanted this for practically my entire life, I'm not giving it up!"

"I don't trust her though," Jessica argued. "She kissed you when you weren't expecting it! She obviously wanted to kiss you!"

"No, I wasn't expecting it, but we don't sit backstage and plan out how many kisses we'll have, or how many hugs we'll allow ourselves, it doesn't work that way, if the mood strikes, we go with it."

"But she was all over you, and you were all over her, and I'm sitting here…you say that I don't get your dream, well my dream is to have a husband who is faithful to me, my dream is to have a normal life, my dream is to have kids, that's what I want and I've had to put that aside for your dreams."

"You knew when you married me that this was my life, you knew that and you accepted that and now, right now, just because I'm in a storyline where I have to be with another woman, you suddenly spring it on me."

"I'm not springing anything on you, I thought that was what you wanted to," she told him. "I thought you wanted a family, a normal life…"

"Not right now," he told her, throwing in a load of laundry and pouring in the soap. "Look, Jessica, Stephanie's intentions are perfectly professional. She's a professional in every sense of the word. She likes where this is headed, and you know, I do too, so we're going to stick with it."

"So I get no say in your life?"

"No, I'm afraid you don't," Chris told her. "I'm going to be up in my office, I don't think you need to follow me."

"This discussion isn't over," she said, doing just what she said he shouldn't do and she followed him.

"Yes, it is," he snapped at her. "Look, right now, I think that you're being unreasonable. You say all this shit to me, about perfect lives and whatever. I'm not buying into that. You have a problem with this storyline, then don't watch me in it. I'm acting, and when you realize that, maybe you'll come home from this pity party you've got going."

Chris stormed off, knowing that he handled the situation badly, but not caring at that moment. His anger at Jessica was giving him a headache. She had to take his buzz from last night and completely smash it into the ground. He went into the living room, grabbing the tape from the VCR before heading upstairs to his home office. He locked the door behind him and sat down in his chair. He hated fighting with his wife, but neither one of them seemed willing to budge on this issue. He cared about Jessica's feelings, but she didn't seem to be caring about his own feelings, and that hurt. She was hardly being supportive of him, and he had supported her on so many ventures.

He popped the tape into his VCR and played it, watching the scene unfold for the first time before his own eyes. This was the first time that he had watched it since it happened last night, and he was even more pleased with how it came across on television. When he saw Stephanie kiss him that second time, he felt a rush of something coursing through him. It was the same feeling he had last night when she had kissed him. It was kind of like a feeling of laziness, but that wasn't the right word and he knew it. It felt…like they could be something good, and not from a personal standpoint of course, although kissing Stephanie was never bad, but from a professional standpoint. This was the start of something good, he could feel it and sense it.

And if Jessica didn't see that, it was her loss.

His cell phone rang in his pocket and he fished it out, looking at the display, which read, "Private Number," he frowned a little bit and answered it, "Hello?"

"Hey Chris, it's Steph." Chris didn't know it right then, but a smile was on his face, a much needed smile.

"Steph, what's up?"

"Oh, nothing, I just wanted to let you know that I'm going to e-mail you the script for Thursday, so you can look over it and tell me what you think, I think I've got some great ideas jotted down, but I would love your input in it."

"Really?"

"Of course," she told him. "This was your idea after all, and you've been with me in storylines, I think that it would be great if we could work this out together, you know, like real partners."

"I would like that," he responded. "I was thinking myself about some things that I'd like to do with you."

"Oh, sounds naughty," she teased. "It's good to talk to someone who is actually supportive of this idea, listening to Hunter, you'd think I'd suggested we pull a Romeo and Juliet and just kill ourselves in the middle of the ring." Chris thought to his own situation and was kind of glad Stephanie was going through it too. Granted, Stephanie was probably hammering it into Hunter's head that he wasn't getting his way this time while he stormed off and away from Jessica. "You're lucky that you have someone who isn't opposed to it."

Chris cleared his throat uneasily, "Uh…yeah, very lucky, me, that's it."

She laughed, "Well, what the e-mail says basically is just a few ideas to elaborate on. I was thinking that we could give a promo about how we really began, I can go on and on about how sexy you were, how I couldn't resist you, maybe even mention it happened in your locker room, something that would get Hunter really riled up. Does that sound okay to you?"

He gulped, the images of him having sex with Stephanie flashing through his mind as he tried to think of what the best scenario was for them deciding to sleep together. "I think that sounds great, we could say we couldn't even wait to get to a hotel room."

"Yes, great!" she said. "I like that, we just let it break. Or we could've been arguing and we just started making out, how does that sound?" She sounded so needy for his approval, and he wondered if maybe she was picturing this and getting a little nervous too.

"That sounds even better. It would make sense, you were lonely from Hunter being gone, I insult you, and next thing you know we're…kissing…"

"Up against a wall," she added.

"I grab your leg a little bit, kind of haul you against me…"

"Yeah, and then I run my hands up your chest, and then I pull away, confusion in my eyes because I don't know where this is leading and I'm supposed to hate you."

"But I just kiss you again and you just fall into my arms, and we can't explain it, and we can't stop it…"

"And then?" she asked, her voice a little breathless.

"Then the affair starts…" he paused and then spoke quietly, "How does that sound?"

"That sounds perfect."