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"So you guys decided on baby names?"

"Yeah," Chris gave a small smile over at Stephanie and she grabbed his hand in excitement, giving it a squeeze. "Did you want to say them or do you want me to say them?"

"You can say them, it's not like they're going to be some sort of huge secret or reveal," Stephanie said to him, laughing as she looked at him. "You can go ahead and say them."

"Okay, so our kids are going to be Brant and Amelia Irvine," Chris's smile nearly beamed as he looked at the camera. His look was only matched by the one Stephanie wore on her face. She laughed and nodded her head along with him. "We each picked a name, I picked Brant's name and she picked Amelia's name and now our kids have names."

"Congratulations," Amy laughed, "Do they have any special meaning?"

"No, not really," Stephanie answered, "I think they were both just names that we liked. I've always loved the name Amelia, it's classic, but beautiful and Chris said that he just always liked the name Brant and so there were the names, just staring right at us."

"So this pregnancy is becoming more real for you then?"

"I would say so, yes, at least for me," Stephanie said, looking over at Chris briefly. "It's like, yes, I can feel them moving around and yes, my abdomen is becoming bigger and bigger, but they still were these things and now that they have names, it's more like, these are going to be people. They're going to have lives and loves and they're going to do great things and it's all just becoming more real."

"I thought it was real the moment I saw their heartbeats, well, one of their heartbeats since we didn't know about the other one immediately," Chris joked. "Seeing that for the first time was life-changing."

"It was for me too," Stephanie said, "but they were still just these things on a screen-"

"Adorable things on a screen," Chris added.

"They are quite adorable," Stephanie conceded. "I'm ready to meet them though, I'm ready to hold them in my arms and just be a mom to them."

"Do you think you'll make good parents?" Amy asked.

"I don't know, I think we'll try our best," Chris said, "I think Stephanie will be great though. She has this nurturing thing about her. She doesn't see it, but it's there."

"Chris is going to be a great dad, he's amazing. Everything he does is amazing so I can't imagine that he wouldn't be amazing with this as well."

Chris wouldn't say things had necessarily changed. He'd slept with Stephanie, but it was more a convenience thing. It was natural. Having sex was just a part of life and they were both horny and it didn't hurt anyone, but he wouldn't say anything had changed. They didn't start making out whenever they wanted to, they didn't fall into bed. It was more like they had an itch and they'd scratched it and if it needed scratching again, that could be okay.

Chris couldn't say that he had romantic feelings for Stephanie. Sure, he thought she was beautiful and he knew from personal experience that she was a wonderful person. She had everything going for her, but he wasn't in love with her. He loved her, but that was it, he couldn't say there was this rush of feeling every time he saw her and he figured if he was in love, that rush of feeling would overcome him every time he saw her. While he loved seeing her, there wasn't that rush of feeling.

"Morning," Chris said as Stephanie stumbled into the kitchen, her hair askew as she ran her hand over her face. "You look a little worse for the wear."

"Gee, thanks," she said, pulling her tank top over her stomach as it was peeking out and she hated that. "Really, you guys, you have to film this? Is this seriously something you need to film?"

The camera guys nodded and Chris laughed, "This is supposed to be reality television, it wouldn't be reality if they didn't see everything about us, good, bad, or in this case, ugly…"

"I'm going to murder you in your sleep," Stephanie glared at him as she grabbed a cup from the cupboard and started some water in the kettle for some tea. "I already can't drink as much coffee as I'd like, do you really want to insult my looks at this point in your life?"

"Sorry," Chris shrugged towards the camera. "I, of course, always think Stephanie is beautiful because she's having my children."

"Better," she said as she leaned across the counter and gave him a wink. Chris laughed and then looked towards the camera again, his smile fading just slightly, but not enough to be noticeable. "So what are we doing today? I'm not awake enough to remember."

"We were going shopping for kids' stuff, then we're picking up my dad and step-mom from the airport because they wanted to come for a visit and everyone over at the WWE network really wants to see my family," Chris rolled his eyes. "Anything for a quick buck, eh, Vince?"

"Stop," Stephanie teased him.

"I know your dad is probably watching the footage of this and he's probably going to be editing this so that he comes across in the best light, I'm actually surprised that your dad hasn't made numerous appearances on this show," Chris joked and Stephanie laughed as she went to get the screeching tea kettle off the stove.

"He's saving that for sweeps."

"Are you excited to have your parents here?"

"Well, it's just my dad and my step-mom, Bonnie," Chris answered, "I like her though. They've been married for a while now so I've known her, but they didn't get married until after I had moved out of the house and was already on the road wrestling so we're not exactly close, but she's still great. As for my dad, yeah, I love seeing him. Our relationship has actually gotten better since I moved out. I resented him a lot growing up, leaving all the time to go play hockey. I kind of felt abandoned. And then when he divorced my mom, I kind of felt resentment for him again, for both of them really at that point. I'm over it now of course, but I wasn't back then."

"How do you think your kids will handle it when you're wrestling? Do you think they'd resent you too?"

"Wow, that's actually a question I haven't really thought about," he rubbed the back of his neck and kind of wished this was a joint interview so Stephanie could weigh in on the subject. "I guess I plan on taking them with me, at least until they start school and by that time, I figure I'll be retired. I have no plans to wrestle forever. I know, with Stephanie being the mother of my children, that the business is never going to be far away, but I don't see myself as the Ric Flair type, wrestling until near collapse in the ring."

"That's a fair point. What do you think you'd do after wrestling though?"

"Raising my kids," he said as if it was obvious, "but also I want to take time to focus on my music. I love my band and I love that I'm in a band. I can tour with them, but never for too long because then it would take me away from Brant and Amelia and Stephanie."

"Do you think you'll plan to live with Stephanie for the foreseeable future?"

"Yeah, I have no plans to move out or not be here. I want to be here, there's nowhere else in the world I'd rather be."

"Okay, do we get matching cribs or what?" Chris was a little overwhelmed by all the baby stuff. Stephanie had pretty high standards and while they could afford it, he felt a little out of place in such a posh baby store.

"No, because each nursery is going to have a different color," Stephanie told him with a scoff.

"Excuse me," Chris said, looking at the camera with a "who knew?" look on his face. "Wait, are we going to do blue for a boy and pink for a girl because could we be more cliché with that? I want our kids to be individuals."

"I was thinking a soft yellow for Amelia and a green for Brant, very pastel like colors because they say that's very calming for babies…or something like that," Stephanie said as she ran her hands over a crib. "What do you think?"

"You're the expert. Pretty much how you want to decorate the babies' rooms is how I want to decorate the babies' rooms," he told her and she laughed, "I'm not joking here. You're better at this kind of thing. If it were up to me, they'd have metal posters in their room and I don't know, guitar mobiles."

"Guitar mobiles would be cute," she said, "I wonder if you can get those custom-made."

"Exhibit A of why our kids will be spoiled brats," Chris told the camera, then grunted when Stephanie slugged him in the shoulder. "I'm just stating a probability here, but don't worry, we'll keep them in line, they won't be entitled if I have anything to say about it. I went through some tough times and look at me now, baby store shopping with the boss's daughter, whom I knocked up."

"You're crass and you're gross," Stephanie told him as she went over to look at a couple other cribs.

"Hey, Chris, we've got to change the tape, we'll be back," one of the camera guys said and Chris nodded before he started to follow Stephanie as she looked at various cribs. He threw his arm over her casually and she thought about shrugging him off, but decided against it. Instead, she just kept walking and looking at cribs.

"I kind of like all of them."

"Mmmhmm," she mumbled.

"Okay, so why are you mad at me?"

"You said our kids were going to be spoiled brats because I thought they should have custom-made mobiles. I wasn't being serious. I mean, it's a cute idea, but I don't think that's going to make them spoiled brats. Yes, I want to give my kids everything they need, but I don't intend to make them soft in the process," Stephanie told him. She was never one to act passive and not tell someone what was wrong when there was something wrong.

"I was just joking," he told her, "I know our kids won't be brats. Though I think they will be a little spoiled, but not to the point where they're little hellions. We're going to be good, Steph, I promise you that. We're not going to make our kids into brats."

"I'm sorry I got mad," Stephanie turned up to look at him, her eyes softening when she saw his smile. "You will keep me grounded, right? I'm going to need you there to be the good cop to my bad cop because I already know I'm going to be bad cop."

"Of course I'm going to be there to be good cop. But let's save that routine for when they're a little older and they're inevitably involved in some mischief. Knowing how I was as a kid, we're going to need to be on our toes."

"I think so too."

"So you're not mad at me anymore then?"

"No, I'm not mad at you."

"So that means if I have an itch that may need scratching…"

"I'll scratch it," she said playfully, nudging him in the shoulder. "If you don't mind being with a cow."

"Not a cow and we pretty much got around…that," he looked down at her stomach. "I think we did a pretty good job getting around that if I remember correctly."

"You're so weird, I swear to God, our kids are going to be so weird."

"I prefer to think they'll be witty," Chris told her as the camera guys came back inside with the sound guys. "Oh look, our entourage is back."

"So what are you guys doing now?"

"We're looking at cribs," Stephanie said, giving Chris a conspiratorial glance. "I don't think I'll be able to decide what I want, everything is so adorable. I just want to buy the entire store and then decide later."

"I would let her too," Chris said, "the one thing I've learned during her pregnancy is that she is always going to win. Whatever it is, I've already decided that she's going to win."

"Chris is just so sweet most of the time," Stephanie said, "He's going to make a fantastic father, he really is. He's so funny and kind and generous and he'll give his entire hearts to these kids, I already know he's going to, hell, he probably already has. Whenever he sees them or hears their heartbeats, it's like a little bit of him melts and it's very endearing."

"You're making a pretty convincing argument for him?"

"What do you mean?"

"You almost sound like a dating video," Amy joked. Stephanie laughed and thought about it. Anyone would be lucky to have Chris.

"Well, if there are any single ladies out there looking, I'll tell you now, he's quite the catch."