Chapter Two

"Are you sure you packed Louis diaper bag with EVERYTHING Chris?" I ask, moving in and out of each room on the top floor like a restless ghost. "I mean, he can't sleep without his teddy bear and if he doesn't have his bottles than I'm going to have to get him a new one on the road. And he needs his teething ring, what if he starts teething?"

Chris catches me by wrapping the arm that isn't holding Louis in it around my waist, "Baby, slow down! I got the bags packed last night. I was planning on giving Louis his teddy bear in the car so he could sleep. I've packed three different bottles and tons of different outfits for Louis, on top of a month's supply of diapers. It's perfectly fine, I promise."

I nod, "Alright, alright. Just…oh! Did you grab his medicine? He's still gotta take it for a few more days!"

"Meghan, you're doing it again," laughs Chris.

"Sorry, just trying to make sure we have everything," I softly say.

"It's fine. Now did you pack everything for you is the real question?" he asks as his cell phone rings.

I take Louis from him and say, "Yes, yes I did." I carry Louis to the car and sit him in his pumpkin seat, wondering who was calling Chris so early in the morning. It was probably Evan, wanting to know when exactly they were going to be getting together to talk about their feud. I'm glad that, unlike my feud with David Hart Smith, this isn't a real life occurance. Out of all the friends I made while still working, Evan is the only one that I talk to on a regular basis. Usually when I'm on Facebook he'll IM me to tell me about that day's occurances. After about ten minutes Chris comes to the car, opens the backdoor, and hands Louis his teddy bear, who happily coos and blows bubbles with his spit. "Who was it?"

"Wade. He wanted to know what time we should meet at the gym. I told him about 7 is that okay?"

"Are we going to be there by 7?" I ask as he gets in his side of the car.

"Well, they way I look at it we'll be able to spend an entire day out and still make the show," Chris laughs.

"What's so funny?"

"The show is at the arena near here," Chris smiles.

I roll my eyes, "I've been doing all that running around this morning and you didn't bother to tell me then that the show was so close and that I could have just waited until after the show so we could come here and pack?"

"Well, y'know… it kinda made me giggle seeing you running around like a chicken with your head cut off." Chris laughs, kissing my cheek before firing up the car, and slowly backing out of the parking lot. I turn on classical music for the radio, "Ugh, you really listen to this?"

"As a musician you should be able to appreciate Motzart!" I exclaim.

"Oh yeah, because let me tell you, Motzart is exactly what we rock types liked to listen to as children." Chris nods, rolling his eyes at me.

I stick out my tongue, "I'm only listening to it because it helps Louis sleep. You know as well as I do that I would much rather listen to Blink 182 or Simple Plan. Maybe even Fozzy on a bad day so I have something to laugh at."

"How dare you mock my band!" Chris says, feeling a little hurt.

"Who said I was talking about your band? I was talking about the muppet." I say, wrinkling my nose and giving a quick look like I don't know what he was talking about, "I didn't even know you had a band, considering you haven't put out an album in so long."

"Well, we don't have the right inspiration." Chris says, "Now try and get some sleep. I know you were up late on Facebook last night talking to Evan. I swear if I didn't know you were content with me, I'd think you were cheating with him."

"Hey, I wasn't up late talking to just Evan. I had to gather my crops on Farmville. I'm telling you Chris, if you played that game while on the road you'd have a lot less free time on your hands to do stupid things."

"And I'm telling you for the last time, I'm not going to play. If I wanted to be a farmer, I'd be a farmer. I want to be a wrestler, not a farmer." Chris says, "I like my games on a PS3 or an X-Box 360. Not on a computer where it takes forever to load. And I only play games that involve violence."

"Not around Louis you won't. Oh and for the record, he doesn't get to watch Spongebob either."

"What do you mean Louis doesn't get to watch Spongebob!" Chris almost shrieked, "That's a good cartoon right there. Just ask Dolph Ziggler."

"Honey, first of all I don't think I want to know why you and Dolph Ziggler are watching Spongebob Squarepants. Second of all, that is one of the WORST cartoons I have ever seen!" I say, curling into the door.

"Just get some sleep, I know your delusional when you think Spongebob is a bad cartoon. Either that or you just don't know a good cartoon when you see it. Next think I know you'll be telling me that the Loony Tunes are bad too." Chris laughs.

I follow his advice and lay my head against the window, falling asleep.

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"Meggers, wake up baby," Chris' voice sounds sometime later. I can hear Louis cooing from somewhere in the same vicinity of Chris' voice. He knows how much I hate the nickname Meggers and only uses it when he's either trying to get on my nerves or get me to wake up.

"I'm up, I'm up," I yawn, stretching my arms out and opening my eyes. I'm still sitting in the car but we're parked in a parking lot of a hotel, a nice hotel no less, and Chris is standing next to me with my door open. Louis is in a new outfit, I'm guessing he soiled himself on the car ride at some point and Chris made a pit stop to change diaper and clothing and I just didn't wake up. "We here already?"

"Like I said, maybe if you got some sleep and didn't play that farm game all the time, you'd be able to sleep better. You were out a pretty long time." Chris says as I step out of the car and lock the door.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," I dismiss him, taking Louis from his arms, "Did you miss momma while mean old daddy was holding you huh?"

Louis coos and Chris says, "Lemme guess, I'm carrying the luggage into the room?"

I nod, "Of course you are! I get the baby, you get the luggage. Sounds like a fair deal to me doesn't it?" Louis coos again and I laugh, "He definitely has my brains."

"And he's definitely going to have my rockstar good looks when he grows up, thank god." Chris teases, though it feels almost like a low blow. He knows I've been having self image issues after having Louis. He must notice what he's done because he kisses my forehead, "You know I'm just playing baby."

"I…I know but…"

"Don't fret it. You're still beautiful and even if the rest of the world doesn't think it, who cares? I think your gorgeous."

I smile as he grabs my bags, his bags, and Louis's diaper bag out of the trunk. He looks like a true strong man and, even though his age shows a little in his face, he's never looked better to me. We walk into the hotel and I smile, seeing everything the way it was as if I had never left. Tyson is talking to Natalya who is sitting on one of the chairs, yawning and putting her head on the arm rest. Evan is trying to carry two bags to the elevator at one time and obviously having problems with it when Mark laughs and walks over to him, picking the bag up and carrying it into the elevator for him. It's good to be back. And that's when I see him, sauntering over to Natalya and Tyson, no doubt to pick a fight about how he was right and my career wouldn't last long: David Hartt Smith. The scurge of my existence, the bane of my world, my very first arch enemy. He walks right over to Natalya and opens up his arms as if he was waiting for a hug. To my shock, Natalya jumps up and hugs him. Okay, understandable, they are technically family. Then he turns to Tyson and does the same thing. When Tyson hugs him back my mouth about hits the floor.

Maybe everything isn't like I remember it at all. Maybe I've walked into some bizarre world where everything is ass backwards. Lord forgive me if I have.

A/n: So I know it's been a while but it's finally done! I'm proud of it, even if it did take a while and it technically just a filler. *I know I'm not supposed to say that word, fan girls and boys get mad lol*. Anyways, I'll be going on break next week after my finals so I won't be posting as often but I'll still be writing. I hope you all like this one, it's about to pick up in the next chapter, I swear.