A/N: Thanks for the reviews and thanks to everyone who voted in the poll; there was a VERY clear winner and you'll find out what it was if you keep reading. Enjoy, review if you feel inclined. :)
"The worst part about pregnancy? Wow, there are a lot of worst parts."
Chris laughed from beside her and she glared at him, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't laugh, but isn't she awesome? I mean, she doesn't sugarcoat it. I've never been around a hoard of pregnant women, but they always seem to be all glowing and I don't know, I think it's refreshing that Stephanie is so honest about what's going on."
"Thanks?" Stephanie said, giving the camera a look. "Anyways, I think the worst part about the pregnancy is the weight gain and the unwieldy stomach issue."
"The unwieldy stomach issue?" Amy asked as Chris snickered.
"Since I'm having twins, I'm bigger since I have to accommodate the both of them in there. The doctor said that twins usually birth smaller than a single child, but that there's still two kids in there so the room is limited and as you can see, I definitely look like I'm farther along than five months-"
"I think she looks fantastic if my opinion counts for anything," Chris interjected. "And I'm not just saying that because those are my kids in there. I think even if they wouldn't I'd be like, 'that is one hot pregnant woman.'"
"Stop!" Stephanie blushed, "but the stomach thing is that my stomach is huge so I'm constantly bumping into things with it or losing my balance when I stand up because I'm just not used to having so much weight in the front…not a word, Chris, about my chest!"
Chris gave a shocked look, "I wasn't going to!"
"No, you were, I know you," she told him, shaking her head at the camera. "But that's definitely the worst part. I mean, there are other really crappy things, the sore feet and back, the heartburn, the constant need to pee, but the weight and the stomach top them all."
Chris unpacked his duffel bag in the locker room at the show. He looked up at the camera and addressed it, "So this is my daily routine for the shows, just got here, unpacking the stuff in my bad. I like to take everything out so I can see it and then just get changed really quickly before my match. Now that I'm not wearing pants, I don't like to walk around in just my briefs, it's just odd to me."
"Hey!" Randy said from behind him, dressed in a t-shirt and his briefs.
"Get a load of this guy, perfect example, walking around in his underwear," Chris stage-whispered, making Randy flip him off (something they'd have to blur in postproduction). "People get really testy around here."
"Yeah, because you're a jerk," Randy said, coming over and acknowledging the cameras with a slight nod. "So these are the reality show thing that's following you and Stephanie?"
"No, I just decided I needed an entourage," Chris told him, "of course this is the film crew. Today is 'Take your film crew to work' day."
"Very funny," Chris said, "so where's Steph? Is she here tonight? I've heard that she's huge and I really want to see her."
"Do not make fun of the mother of my children," Chris threatened jokingly.
"Everyone loves this guy around here," Cena stepped in front of the camera, wrapping his arm around Chris briefly and mugging for the camera.
"Seriously, dude, like you don't get enough screen time on Raw, you have to try and steal the spotlight on my reality show too?" Chris asked as Cena walked out of the picture, chuckling. "That's John Cena, the biggest famewhore."
"Hell yeah I am!" Cena called out.
"It's true though," Randy said, pretending to be serious and looking at the camera, "everyone loves this guy, but not half as much as we all love Stephanie. She's amazing…I just sounded like I wanted to get into her pants, didn't I?"
"Even Stephanie is having a hard time getting into her pants," Chris said, then did a little drum solo to highlight his joke. "Don't listen to them, not everyone likes me around here."
"I love the WWE. I know I took a break, but I love it there. It's my home away from home. I know I say this a lot in all my interviews, but the two things I wanted to be when I was younger were a wrestler and a rock star. I'm blessed to be both and I think the time away from the company really helped me understand that I can do what I want and everything that I want. But coming back has never been regretful. But I do know that not everyone was jazzed over my return. I know that I have enemies in that locker room."
"You do seem fairly popular backstage though," Amy told him.
Chris laughed, "Yeah, I guess you can say that, but I think I've always been a person who gets along with everyone, at least I try to get along with everyone. There are just some people that I'm not naturally inclined to get along with and that's okay. I'm not naïve enough to believe that I can get everyone to like me."
"Did you and Stephanie get along from the beginning?"
"Yes, Stephanie is one of the warmest people I've ever seen. She loves talking to people, interacting with people and she's a sweetheart. I could not have asked for someone better to enter my life."
"Are there any people in particular that you don't get along with?"
"Of course, but I'm not about to get into that," Chris smirked. "I'm tactful enough not to mention them."
"So this is me walking down the hallway," Chris said, grinning cheesily as he pretended like the hallway was the most interesting thing in the universe. "I have a match tonight. It's going to be a singles match, me against Edge or Adam if you prefer. It's kind of like a grudge match type thing. I'm going to go talk to him. Then I will have my match and then I will fly home tomorrow and Steph will pick me up and we will go to the doctor's appointment immediately after that."
"My doctor said she doesn't have a big problem with me traveling, but that she didn't advise it. Because there's twins, there's a higher risk for giving birth prematurely and I just thought with all the flying I'd be doing and all the stress I'd be dealing with, with traveling and being at the shows, it might not be the best thing for me at this point so I made the decision to work from home for now."
"Do you miss the shows?"
"There's always that adrenaline-like buzz that floats through the arena when you're at the show. Everything is so hectic and I like that feeling, I always have, it's why I originally wanted an on-screen role. I like the buzz. But there's another buzz that I have now and it's my kids and I'm doing what's best for them."
"Do you wish that Chris was around more?"
"In some ways, yes, in some ways no. Sometimes…pregnancy, I guess your first one, is a lot intimidating. There are some times when he's on the road that I wish he was here for the support, but he's a wrestler, I get that he has to go out there and do his job, I'm also his boss so I doubly know this."
"What about his other commitments like Fozzy?"
"He's actually cut back a lot on that for right now," Stephanie smiled secretly. "He still does the occasional Fozzy thing and everything and I don't begrudge him that because when I do need him, he's always here and that's what makes him so special to me."
"Your match was great," Stephanie said, "even though you botched that one move, you know what I'm talking about so I'll leave it at that."
He shook his head and turned to the backseat, "Normally, I would hate someone pointing out something I already know happened, but with her, I don't mind it so much."
Stephanie rolled her eyes, "Are you glad to be home?"
"I'm excited to be home," he told her, nearly bouncing in his seat, "I'm so ready to find out what's in there. We can finally start doing up the nursery appropriately."
"Which means I can go shopping," Stephanie said, her eyes lighting up as Chris groaned. "Oh come on, you know you're excited about shopping for our children."
"I'm going to take some time to get used to whatever's in there. If we're having two girls, I think I'll just go home and curl up in bed and try to think of a world where nobody will ever hit on my daughters. I'm hoping that if there are two girls in there, or hell, one girl in there, that there will be trips to the moon so I can send her there and keep her away from any guys who might want her…or girls if that's her thing."
"So open-minded and yet protective," Stephanie laughed. "I really don't feel like it's two boys though."
"You can tell?"
"I don't know, I just figure if there were two boys in there, they would be more active."
"Just because they're boys doesn't mean they're playing hockey in there with your spleen or something," Chris joked. The both of them nearly forgot there was a camera and sound guy in the backseat of the car. They were just talking with one another about their excitement.
"I know," she stuck her tongue out a little, "but I just feel like I would know if it were two boys."
"Do they feel like two girls, do you feel like they're having tea parties in there?"
"Shut up," she told him. They drove in relative silence before they arrived at Stephanie's doctor. The film crew didn't follow them into room, letting them have their privacy for that part of the appointment. They were allowed to go in when Stephanie was having her ultrasound, but before that, Stephanie didn't want them in there for the technical part of the appointment.
Stephanie always got a little bit nervous whenever she went to the doctor. She couldn't ever truly tell what was going on in her body so to not know what was in there, the anticipation while the doctor checked her out, it was a little nerve-racking. The doctor gave her and the babies the all clear though and she threw a look at Chris, who also looked relieved. He squeezed her hand as he stood up to go tell the film crew that they could come in for the ultrasound. They all came into the now slightly cramped room as the doctor wheeled the ultrasound machine.
"In editing, can you edit out the stretch marks," Stephanie joked as she leaned her head back to look at the cameraman, who laughed and nodded like he could have them do that. "Good."
The doctor squirted the jelly on her stomach and brought the wand up and Stephanie sent an anxious glance to Chris, who was leaning with his arm on the side of the table she was lying on, staring at the screen. The most luminous smile came over his face when he saw the two blobs on the fuzzy screen in front of him. The twins were big enough now that they could distinguish them without being told and they could both see that the babies were moving around spastically in the small space they were sharing.
"Those are my kids," Chris glanced back at the camera, grinning widely and looking so incredibly proud before he turned back to watch the screen rapturously.
"Our kids," Stephanie amended.
"Oh yeah, our kids," Chris said.
"Okay," Dr. Silver said as he moved the wand around Stephanie's stomach. He tilted his head a little bit and moved the wand slightly slower on her swollen stomach. Then he pointed to the baby on the right side of the screen. "Okay, so that one right there is a boy."
"Yes!" Chris fist pumped. "I've got a son! Chris Junior right there, not literally, I don't want a junior, but you know what I mean."
"I think everyone gets it," Stephanie told him quietly, but she was beaming too. "We get to have at least one little boy. That's so exciting, he's going to be a wrestler, I know it."
"And let's see if this other one will let us know what they are," Dr. Silver moved the wand completely to the other side of her stomach. "They don't want to give us a clear view, they're a little shy, it seems." He pressed the wand against her stomach a little firmer, which prompted the baby inside to move a little bit. "There we go, the sex of baby number two is…congratulations, you've got a girl."
Stephanie's grin widened and then she giggled, "I knew it."
"You did not," Chris said, but he groaned slightly. "Okay, I can deal with one daughter. I can deal with one."
"So how are you two now that you've had the news sink in for a few hours?"
"Just as excited," Stephanie said, "at least speaking for myself. I just can't believe we know what we're having now. It's surreal because when you don't know the sexes of the babies, it's like, I don't know, it's real, but it's not like they're people. They're like these foreign objects floating and bumping around in my stomach. But now, it's like, there's a boy and there's a girl and they're ours and I can't wait to meet them and hold them."
"Chris?"
"I'm still processing," he said, but it wasn't a bad kind of processing, it was more like he felt in awe. "I agree with Stephanie that they don't seem completely real until you know what you're having. We could plan and plan everything, but it was still like, there was a shroud of mystery around the babies. Now they are something and we get to plan for them, for real this time."
"Do you guys have any names planned?"
"Not really, no," Stephanie answered, "we wanted to wait until we knew for sure what we were having and then we'd start discussing names. I'm hoping this guy doesn't have any crazy names."
"I don't, although Metallica for a girl…"
"Yeah, veto right there," she joked. "We'll figure it out."
"Yeah, we'll figure it out. All that matters is that we get a healthy little boy and a healthy little girl out of the deal." Stephanie looked at Chris with a sense of adoration. She grabbed his hand and held it in hers. Then she looked at the camera and nodded.
"Yes, that's all that matters."