"Hey, Amy?"

"Yeah," Amy, the producer turned to Stephanie as she waddled over (that's what she did nowadays, waddle). "Did you need something, Steph?"

"Yeah, like, I know you use stuff and don't use other stuff, but um, can you not use that interview I just gave, you know, about loving Chris, just, I mean, like, I haven't told him or anything, and I know this won't air for a while, not until well after the babies are born, but it's just, that was pretty personal, and I never really—"

"You just realized you love him," Amy finished for her. After spending so much time with Chris and Stephanie, it was easy to see the love there, even if they didn't. She'd been rooting for them since she met them because it was so evident the feelings they had for one another.

"Yeah, sort of," Stephanie admitted. "I know it's been there for a while, I just…I guess I never really let myself think about it because there's so much going on with the babies, and I've hardly had time to really sit and think about my feelings."

"I get it, and don't worry, I won't air it," Amy told her. "Are you going to tell him though? I mean, about the love thing, not about the question thing."

"Yeah, I think I am going to, I mean, I can't keep that to myself, right? That wouldn't be fair of me, and I do…well, I do love him, but yeah, thanks for not airing that. I just think some things should be about us."

"I totally understand."

It had been two weeks since that epiphany, and she still hadn't told Chris because she didn't know how to broach the subject. It would be easy to just say it out loud, but she felt like maybe there should be at least a little pomp and circumstance. It was a big deal for her to tell him she loved him, and she didn't want to blow it or screw it up. The kids were getting restless for it apparently because whenever she thought about telling him they'd suddenly start doing calisthenics inside of her.

"Everything okay with you?" Chris wondered, looking at her one night as he made dinner for the two (or four) of them.

"Yeah, just tired," which wasn't a total lie. She was now 36 weeks and three days, and only four weeks away from her due date, but she and Chris both knew that it could happen at any moment because she was having twins. Things that normally wouldn't tire her like climbing up the stairs were a chore and often took her twice the time.

Chris came over and kissed her forehead. "Brant and Amelia being jerks?"

"Yeah, they're the worst," she kidded, rubbing her stomach, "they're also really hungry, so you better tell them to wait before they get angry."

"You two, I'm making dinner, calm yourselves down," he told her stomach, and he placed his hand on Stephanie's abdomen, feeling one of them bump against it. "I wonder who that one was. They're getting pretty strong, I'm going to say Amelia. I think she's going to take after you."

"I hope they both take after you," Stephanie admitted, and she almost told Chris she loved him then and there, but it didn't feel right. No moment had felt right. Instead, she pressed her hand to the back of Chris's neck and pulled him in for a kiss. He returned it readily before he started to hear something hissing and turned to see his rice boiling over a little. He rushed over to turn the heat down and Stephanie watched him.

"I hope they both take after you," Chris said after a beat, and she laughed because the duration between her saying it and him saying it made it sound like it was just a courtesy to her, even though she knew it wasn't.

"Thanks," she said, "oh, Amy wanted to get film of our doctor's appointment in a couple days, and they'll be here tomorrow just to get a few things, do we have anything tomorrow? We can probably just like, go shopping for more stuff for the nursery."

"Yeah, we can do that," Chris said, nodding. "Just think, only a few more weeks of people invading our personal space."

"I know, oh, and Amy said—"

"Why is Amy always talking to you and not to me?" Chris asked with a laugh. He knew why though, Stephanie was really the one running the show. She was the one with all the creative control no matter what anyone thought. Her father may have coerced her into the show, but it was Stephanie who controlled what was actually seen onscreen. Her father was willing to relinquish that because otherwise, he'd have to face Stephanie's wrath, which was even worse with her pregnancy.

"Because she likes me better," Stephanie teased, "anyways, after the babies are born, she thinks that we should wrap up the show with a Q&A. You know, let people send in questions via Twitter or Facebook, and we sit there and answer them. I figured that would be a nice send-off to the series. We can choose what we answer, of course."

"That sounds fine, does your dad know what he's going to replace us with?"

"Um, I don't know," Stephanie said, "I'm sure he'll find someone else's life to pry into, we have plenty of wrestlers he can strong arm. I'm just glad it won't be us anymore. Then we can focus on Amelia and Brant and making sure they don't end up bitter, jaded adults."

"Just bitter, jaded teenagers."

"God forbid, I see lots of power struggles in the future," she told him as she continued to watch him cook for her. "Thanks for making dinner for me."

"Thanks for carrying my children," he told her.

"I love you," she said without even thinking about it, but it was what she wanted to say and it was what she felt. She bit her lip as soon as it was out of her mouth, and she watched as Chris turned around slowly. There was already a smile on his face, and it calmed her considerably. He nodded his head like he'd been waiting for it, and without a word, he left his post in front of the stove and walked over to her, kissing her abruptly.

"I love you too."

"Well that was better than I expected."

"The kiss because yeah, I know, I'm really good at those."

"Telling you," she told him, "I've felt it for a while, so just being able to tell you is nice. I love you, and I love being with you, and is that weird that we did all of this so backwards. Like, I'm weeks away from giving birth to your children, and I only now tell you I love you?"

"I think it worked out in the end," he said, "I've felt it for a while too, but I didn't want to rush into this…which, again, is weird because of the kid thing."

"Yes, the kid thing, they really screwed things up, didn't they?" she rubbed her stomach and felt them both kicking. "Oops, they heard me, they're going to make it extra difficult on me tonight, which is bad because my back has already been aching all day."

"Massage before bed then?" he asked. He'd taken to giving her massages to ease the constant ache in her back. Her body was not meant to be carrying all this extra weight, and her center of gravity was so off it was insane. She even had trouble finding a comfortable position to sleep.

"That would be heaven," Stephanie said as Chris went back to making dinner.

That was that. Their "I love you" confessions weren't this long-drawn out process, and maybe that was how it should be, and maybe that was how everything was meant to be. They had done things backwards, and she wondered what it might be like in the future to do things frontwards. Maybe if they had another child…whoa, she was getting way ahead of herself there. She wasn't even done cooking the first two yet, and here she was, imagining a third.

Chris finished up with dinner, and they ate it over light conversation. By the time dinner was over though, Stephanie was yawning up a storm, signaling just how tired the babies made her. The sun was still shining, but she felt like falling into bed and doing nothing. Chris didn't even need to be told, he just went over and scooped her up in his arms and started taking her upstairs. She was lucky he was a wrestler who was used to lifting men larger than him so her weight didn't even bother him.

"Is this part of the 'I love you' package?" Stephanie asked as she laid her head on his shoulder.

"Yeah, see, you didn't know about all the benefits," he told her as they made their way into their bedroom. He set her down on the bed, letting her get under the covers. The house was air conditioned because she sweat like a pig now, so the covers were welcome to her for now (she usually kicked them off around 2 in the morning). "You get settled in, I'll clean up downstairs then give you a massage."

"Great, thanks," Stephanie told him.

"If you could change one thing about pregnancy, what would it be?"

"Oh, man, um, the gas," Stephanie laughed, "and this is airing for people to see, but ladies who have been pregnant, you know what I mean, with the gas and the acid reflux, and all that horrible stuff, but Chris has been…no, actually he makes fun of me."

"I never want to live in a world where a fart joke is not appropriate and/or funny," Chris added.

"See what I mean?" Stephanie looked over at him. "He's been great though, whatever I need, he's there for me, even before we started officially dating each other, he was always doing things for me, and that's just the kind of guy he is, and I appreciate it and him especially."

Chris went downstairs and cleaned up the kitchen. He could stay with Stephanie until she fell asleep then probably get a little work done so he wouldn't be overtaxed the next couple days with the film crews around. He always felt like he had to be doing something entertaining when they were here, and his actual work stuff was not exciting at all. He mentally planned his next couple days in his mind. There were still a few things left to get for the nursery, plus they still hadn't bought car seats for the twins so that was a must. They could also probably get a stroller. Was that exciting enough?

He finished up the cleaning then headed upstairs where Stephanie was out of bed. He looked around then back to the bed to see that it was all wet. "Um, Stephanie, did you have an accident in the bed because gross."

"No," she came out of the closet, no pants on, and pulling a shirt over her head, "Chris, my water just broke, I need to go to the hospital."

"Wait, are you having contractions?"

"I don't know, I don't think so, but I'm…leaking," she told him, making a face, "I'd feel better if I was there, just to make sure everything was okay, I don't really feel like I'm having contractions or anything."

"Okay, well, yeah, let's go then," Chris said, "I bet the crew is not happy that they're not here."

"I kind of am, I look like I peed my pants."

Chris grabbed her bag they had by the door, and he followed Stephanie down the stairs. She wasn't cringing in pain or stopping because of a contraction, so he wasn't really sure what was going on, but he hoped everything was alright. He knew they were on baby watch, but now that it seemed like it was here and close, his nerves were starting to get the better of him, and while outwardly he looked calm, inwardly, he was freaking out.

They got into the car, Stephanie having the wherewithal to put a towel down underneath her, and they calmly drove to the hospital. "Anything yet?" he asked.

"No, I'm having like…it's not contractions, but like, tightness, sort of, like there are contractions, but they don't hurt, I don't know, it's just weird," Stephanie said, looking over at him. "I'm trying not to freak."

"Oh good because I'm doing the same thing."

"We're probably about to have our children," she told him, "are we ready for this?"

"Let's find out."