A/N: Thanks for the reviews and everything, hope you enjoy the chapter, review if you please. :)

"So what kinds of things do you like to do on your days off?"

"She likes to work," Chris joked, nodding his head towards Stephanie. "Her idea of fun is to work some more."

"I work because I have nothing better to do when I'm stuck at home with these two," she pointed down to her stomach.

"When you have the babies, how much time are you taking off?" Amy asked.

"Are you kidding me? I think Stephanie is going to bring work with her in the delivery room," Chris said and Stephanie shoved at his shoulder while he laughed. She glared at him and he gave her a cheesy grin.

"I am not," Stephanie told him then turned towards the camera. "I am not. Anyways, I'll probably take a couple of weeks off from doing anything, just letting my team work and they'll do a good job I'm sure of it. Then after a couple weeks, I'll just work from home for a while. Chris is going to take a couple weeks off too to be with me and the kids."

"Yeah," Chris beamed. "We've got it planned out pretty much. I'll probably do an injury angle or something where I don't want to be at the shows and I'll just do video segments taped from Titan or something like that. I want to be here for at least the first couple of weeks. Everyone says that's a really important time, plus, with Stephanie having twins, I would feel horrible leaving her here by herself with two newborns."

"Aren't I a lucky girl?" Stephanie said, pinching Chris's cheek. "I've got someone who is willing to stay at home for me."

"My body is thanking you too because I'm going to need some rest because wrestling is hard and with the soreness and the babies, yeah, it's going to be nice to get a couple weeks off," Chris said. "More than anything though, I can't wait to meet Thing 1 and Thing 2."

"Dr. Suess, I like it," Stephanie said. "We're just hoping to survive those first couple weeks."

"God, it's so nice not to have those cameras around for a couple days," Stephanie said as she grabbed some juice from the fridge. She grabbed some grape juice and some orange juice and then mixed it together. She'd been craving the drink for an hour, but they didn't have grape juice so Chris had to go out and get her some.

"I know what you mean, I just feel like I always have to be interesting," he said, perching on the stool as he watched the purple and orange juice mix into a truly unappetizing color. "Does that really taste good? It looks disgusting."

"It's delicious," she held out the glass to him and he shook his head. "Go on, try it!"

"No way, it probably tastes gross to everyone who doesn't have two kids in their stomach," he said, trying to back away from her.

"Try it, just try it, one sip," she laughed, leaning over the counter as much as she could with her stomach being as big as it was, even though she was only just over five months along. The twins were definitely making it known that there were two of them in there. If she had one more person coming up to her and asking her if she was due in a few weeks, she was going to slap them. Her doctor said that she was going to be bigger because there were two of them, but this was getting ridiculous.

"Stephanie, stop it!" he laughed as he leaned back on the stool.

"One sip, that's all I'm asking, it's just juice," she told him, rubbing her stomach, "yummy, yummy juice."

"You're so gross!" he said, then leaned back so far that the stool gave way and he landed with a thud on his back on the ground. Stephanie gasped for a moment, her jaw dropping as she put her glass down and walked quickly around the counter. She slowly knelt down next to Chris.

"Oh my God, Chris, are you okay? Is your back okay, did you hit your head?" Stephanie said, running her fingers through Chris's hair. She tried to check him for a concussion, but he just started laughing and covering his face. Stephanie just stared at him for a moment, then she pushed at him. "You're a jerk."

"You're the one that made me fall down!" he argued, still laughing as he sat up. He grabbed at his back and rubbed it a little from where his tailbone had taken the brunt of his fall. "I've taken worse bumps in the ring."

"But you're rubbing your back," she said. "Come on, to the living room, I'll give you a massage."

"Shouldn't I be the one giving you a massage?" Chris asked. "You know, leave it to the day when the cameras aren't around for something hilarious to happen."

"Yeah, like I'm sure you want everyone to see you falling off a stool like an idiot," Stephanie said, trying to get up, but finding she was having a hard time. Chris got to his feet and then leaned down to give Stephanie a hand. She grabbed it and he pulled her to her feet. She kept her hand in his as she dragged him to the living room. She nearly threw him on the couch, "Sit."

"You really don't have to, Steph," he said, "I'll be fine. Like I said, I've taken worse. Plus, your back has to be hurting, right?"

"Actually, I'm good today," she told him, patting her stomach, "Thing 1 and Thing 2 are behaving like the good, little children they're going to be."

"You're awfully optimistic," he told her as she sat down behind him. She tugged at his shirt and he rolled his eyes as he lifted it off. "What makes you think you're going to have two angel children? With us as parents, you figure they're going to be a little on the wild side?"

"I'm trying to ignore that part," she said as she placed her left hand on his shoulder while she placed her right hand on his lower back, pressing against his warm skin. "I figure if I keep saying they'll be good kids, we'll get lucky and have the best kids ever."

"They're going to be that anyways," he said. "You know, we should probably start thinking of names. I know that we said if we had two boys that we could each name one and same with two girls, but we didn't ever really discuss the possibility of a boy and a girl, should we be traditional and you get the girl, I get the boy?"

"Don't you think we should wait to have this discussion when the cameras are here? I think they would really like to record this," Stephanie pointed out. "Amy is always asking us about names, I guess to get the whole scoop on it."

"Yeah, I know, but I'm not going to censor myself because the cameras aren't here, oh God, that spot right there is awesome," Chris groaned as Stephanie hit a sensitive spot. She kneaded the skin harder. "I want to discuss kid names and that's what we're going to do. Have you thought of any girls' names yet?"

"Yes, I have one I really want actually, I was just hoping you would let me name the girl," Stephanie said and Chris laughed, "shut up, it's not cliché, I know what you're thinking, I just thought…well, I guess I thought I'd be having two girls and so I already had a name ready.'

"So if we had two boys, you would've just been like, 'let's name them whatever, I don't care!' is that how you would have been?"

"No, I would've thought a great name, do you have any girls' names?"

"No, because I was hoping for two boys," Chris admitting and Stephanie pinched his shoulder with her left hand, "ouch, don't do that! I'm sorry, I told you, girls scare me. I don't want to have to look after a girl because there are boys in this world who will see my daughter as…I don't even want to finish that sentence. Baby girl, do you hear me, you are not dating anyone!"

"Oh, that's going to help," Stephanie said, "So, okay, what name do you want for a boy then? Remember, this kid is half mine so I get to veto if I so choose."

"Okay, well, I kind of wanted the name, Brant Campbell Irvine," Chris said, looking over his shoulder at her as she mulled it over. He really hoped she liked it because it had been stewing in his brain for years now. He'd just needed the kid to name.

"Campbell, what's that from?" Stephanie asked. "A family name?"

Chris turned back around to hide his blush, his ears burning because he didn't want her to think he was stupid, "Um, it's for Bruce Campbell, you know, from Evil Dead. I really like those movies."

Stephanie laughed, "I like the name, Brant Irvine, I can get used to that, Brant, this is my son, Brant. I like it, I like it, we can go with that one, it's cute and it's not something you'd hear a lot, but it's not totally unusual."

"Awesome," Chris grinned to himself, glad that she'd liked it. "So, okay, what's your name then for a girl, what am I going to maybe call my daughter?"

"Okay, well, I've been thinking a lot and I really hope you like it, I've had the first name forever, but…okay, I'm just going to tell you," Stephanie said, then took a deep breath, "I was hoping that you would like the name Amelia Loretta Irvine."

Chris turned around abruptly, the name taking him off-guard. He stared at her a moment, her eyes hopeful that he would like it. "You want her to have my mom's name?"

"I thought it would be appropriate and I think it goes well with Amelia, don't you?"

Chris didn't say anything for a moment before he threw his arms around Stephanie. Stephanie smiled as she leaned into him and hugged him back. "Thank you."

"There's nothing to thank me for, Chris, it's a beautiful name and I would love to have our daughter named after your mom. I know how much you loved her and I would think our daughter would be honored to be named after her grandmother and I would hope that your mom would have loved our kids."

"She would have, I wish she could've met them," Chris said, pulling away. "You have no idea how much this means to me, Steph, I might cry."

"No, don't," she laughed, running her hand down his cheek. "It's okay, I like it. Do you like Amelia?"

"I think it's beautiful, Brant and Amelia, did you hear that you guys, you have names!" Chris said, talking to Stephanie's stomach. "You guys are going to be Brant and Amelia Irvine. Wait, are you okay with just Irvine, did you want McMahon-Irvine."

She shook her head, "I'm fine with just Irvine."

"Cool, wait again, do you want me to change it to Brant Vincent for your dad?"

"Hell no," Stephanie said, "that man's ego is big enough on its own, we do not need to name anything after him, maybe a dead plant, but nothing else." Chris laughed and hugged her again. "Turn back around, I can finish your massage."

"Okay," he said, "thanks for that too. You're just full of amazing today."

"And everyday," she joked as he turned back around. "I'm really glad we got that settled though. I like thinking that our kids have names and identities now. I don't know, makes them…somebody, you know. They are something."

"As opposed to the nothing they were about ten minutes ago," he told her.

"You know what I mean!" Stephanie told him. "I'm just saying that I like that we have names now. Hopefully when they come out they actually look like their names or we'll have to think on the fly and our son will be named something like Hoover because I see a vacuum and our daughter will be Iron Maiden because you'll inexplicably be wearing an Iron Maiden t-shirt while I'm giving birth."

"Damn it, you figured out my birth outfit," Chris told her and she shoved at him again. "God, with the way you abuse me, I think I won't even make it to the birth. Oh Jesus Christ, your hands are like magic, I think you're getting out knots I got years ago."

"Would you stop groaning, it's incredibly distracting," Stephanie told him.

"It's distracting you from what?" he wondered. "It's not like you're doing anything."

"Yeah, well, I've been horny for the past month or so and you making those kinds of sounds is not helping me."

"Oh really?" he said in a smarmy tone. "Now that's something that the cameras would have loved to have captured right there."

"That's why I said it when they weren't around," Stephanie told him, "It's natural though, that's what the book I'm reading said, it's all the hormones pumping through my body and I figure with the two of them in there, I'm double the hormonal."

"Scary," Chris said, then turned around, "you know, if you need that kind of help, I'm more than willing. We've slept together before and I'd say I'm pretty damn good with it. I know you're pretty damn good with it."

"Don't you think that's crossing some sort of invisible line?"

"No, we've had sex before, we're having children," Chris, pressed his finger into her stomach. "If you are having a craving for that, which is better than your orange-grape juice of death I might add, I can help satisfy it."

"I couldn't ask you to do that."

"Hey, I'm a guy, I'm pretty much guaranteed to always be horny," he said, grabbing her hand. "I'm not sure how we're going to uh…get around the stomach, but I figure there's got to be a way around that. Come on, you want to?"

"I've never been propositioned in such a way before," she told him. In actuality, she was very seriously contemplating it. Taking care of herself was getting old and living in such close quarters with Chris reminded her that he was a man and she was a woman and she'd be lying if she hadn't thought of asking him to just help her out.

But it was weird. They were friends, they hadn't slept together since she'd gotten pregnant and this felt like it was crossing some sort of invisible line they had both agreed not to cross. If they had sex now, would they keep having it? What would be the consequences? Would it make them some kind of couple? Would they go back to just being friends? Would it be awkward? Or would this just be a one time thing, something to get it out of her system?

He leaned over and kissed her softly. It was brief and he pulled away. "I'll let you rip my clothes off…"

"You're not endearing me to you at all," she laughed.

He tilted his head down and peered at her. "Steph, you know me, I know you and plus, there's no worry about getting you pregnant."

"What happens after though?" she wondered. "I mean, what happens?"

"Let's go find out."