Title: His Rookie Mistake

Plot: After the birth of their son, Meghan Stevenson stepped away from the ring. When Chris came home with a new rookie, she didn't know what to think. Not until the rookie showed his true colors and the real reason for coming to the WWE in the first place. Sequal to The Strength Of A Woman.

Disclaimer: I own Meghan. The rest are property of the WWE.

Rating: M

A/N: Takes place a few years after The Strength Of A Woman. Meghan and Chris, if you read their chapters in Love is Forever, are married and have a son.

Chapter One

"When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it's not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end."- Bella Swan in Twilight.

My in ring career didn't last long after it began, about two years, and it ended with two things. One was my wedding to the love of my life and fellow WWE superstar Chris Jericho and the other was the birth of our son Louis. The wedding was extravagant, beautiful. The birth of our son even more so. But at the same time…my dream is gone. The one thing that I wanted more than anything else since I was a child has been ripped away. I had promised myself that a family would be the only thing I would give up a life in the ring for, not expecting to find love so soon after joining the WWE. Hell, I found love before I even knew it was true love. Sometimes I still wonder why I miss it so much. And then Chris walks in from being gone on a two month trip to some foreign country where he talks about some fan or some match that happened and I instantly know why. I wanted to live on the road, not here in a mansion in Canada. Not that I mind it. Not at all. I love my life. I just miss the way things were.

Chris has been gone more and more. No, he's not stepping out on me for another girl (at least not that I know of or even suspect him of), he has been training this guy named Wade Barrett for the new Tough Enough style show NXT. I haven't met Wade but Chris talks highly of him. Says he's from England and that he's a real gentleman. I'm supposed to meet him soon but if Louis is still sick…well…that meeting may have to wait. I hear the door to the nursery, where I'm sitting and rocking our son to sleep, open and Chris eases in. "Hey," he says, sitting next to me.

"Louis," I smile raising our little boy up a little so he can look at Chris, "look, daddies home."

Louis coos and Chris takes him from me, "Yeah that's it sport, daddie's home." Chris Jericho holding a baby may not seem to cute to most of you, but for me it's something that makes my heart break everytime I see it. They have the same eyes and hair, though Louis has my nose. He's wearing his blue footie pajama's at the moment. Chris starts singing to him in French, a lullaby that I guess his mother sang him or something, I'm a bit shabby at French, even though we live in a part of Canada that speaks a lot of French, Quebec. After only a few moments, Louis is asleep.

As Chris puts him back in the crib and we walk out of the room, I smile, "How do you do it? Everytime you hold him and sing that lullaby he goes right asleep?"

"What can I say, I must have the voice of an angel," he teases, ruffling my significantly shorter hair. I've been keeping my hair shorter because I find it cuter and, any more, I need to do whatever it takes to make myself look cuter. I didn't put on that much weight since Louis was born but I have gained weight and I'm getting up there in age. If Chris knew I said that, he'd kill me by the way. He's in his mid thirties and everyday he feels older. I can tell the life in the ring hasn't been kind to him lately. They have him feuding with Evan and that's hard for him to do, not only is Evan his friend but Evan is a lot quicker and younger than he is. None-the-less he goes out there every night for his fans and doesn't let them see him hurt.

"How long are you home for this time?" I ask, scooting closer to his side so that he can hold me as we walk to our room. I'm wearing my, and his, favorite purple nightgown which is a contrast to his blue jeans and punk rock t-shirt.

"A few weeks. Why don't you come with me, bring Louis?" Chris asks.

"Chris, your dad wanted you to follow in his footsteps and play hocky. Do you really want Louis to feel like he's being pressured to become a superstar. Besides, he'd never sleep backstage."

"Then don't come to the actual show. Stay in the hotel. I know you miss being on the road," Chris begs as we enter the bedroom. I sit on the edge of the bed and watch as Chris slowly changes out of clothes in favor of just his blue boxers. For the first time since he got home tonight I can see he's moving more slow than usual, favoring his shoulder.

"How bad of a match was it tonight?" I ask, as he sits down, crawling over to massage his shoulders.

"It…it wasn't to bad…" Chris lies.

"Baby…if it's really hurting you this bad…"

"It's not," Chris turns his head to look at me. "Trust me, if it was that bad you wouldn't be massaging it."

I nod, "Try to get some sleep. It's late…"

"Not til you give me your answer. Will you take Louis and come on the road with me? Everyone misses you and I miss you when I'm not home."

I take a deep breath and then let it out slowly as I see the puppy dog eyes he's making at me, "Chris…I'll do it. But only if the hotels are kid friendly and I won't go out afterwords unless I can find someone reliable to watch Louis."

"Thanks babe! You won't regret it!"

And just like that I'm going to be living the life of an on the road wife with a son, living out of hotel rooms with the man I love with the family we started together. And you know what? Maybe it's better that way.