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And Happy Holidays!

"Surprise, we had the babies!"

Chris laughed as he turned to Stephanie, "Totally didn't go as we planned. It was…yeah, it was the farthest thing from what we planned, really. Not a bad thing, though."

"Not really, I mean, I do wish they could have stayed in there longer," Stephanie looked to Chris for affirmation, and he nodded, "but on the other hand, we've been waiting so long to meet them that it's hard to hate that they came early. They were both relatively healthy—"

"Brant had to stay a little bit longer in the NICU, but he was out within a week, so it wasn't a long time. He's perfectly healthy now and at home, we were able to take Amelia home a few days after she was born, when I got to take home Stephanie."

"I'm still recovering from the C-section, but it's mostly just discomfort right now rather than pain. Either way, totally worth it. I mean, you go through what you have to go through your kids, right? I think I learned that pretty early on," she laughed.

"So what are they like?" Amy asked.

"Brant is like Chris," Stephanie said.

"What? No, he's not," Chris protested. "He's not like me."

"He is, he's loud," Stephanie giggled, and Chris glared at her. "He's loud and in charge, and I think he plays the drums or something in his head because he's always pounding his little fists against things. It's actually pretty cute."

"He does do that, it's adorable," Chris said. "Amelia is perfect—"

"Like me," Stephanie interjected.

"How so?" Chris asked.

"I just mean that she's perfect and quiet and innocent—"

"All the things you're not," he told her playfully, nudging her in the arm. She turned to look at him. "She is a quiet girl though, very thoughtful looking most of the time, which is weird since Stephanie and I always barrel into everything. Brant is more like us than she is, she's kind of like…I don't know, Twilight Zone us."

"Did you just call our daughter a freak?" Stephanie asked, looking over at him and raising an eyebrow.

"No, I believe I called us and our son freaks while our daughter is actually normal," Chris chuckled. "I know we've only had them for a few weeks outside in the real world, but so far, they're amazing."

"Totally amazing."

"What does it feel like to be parents now?" Amy wondered of them.

"It feels right," Chris told her, "it feels like this is something I was supposed to do, like does that make sense? I'm not even sure if that makes sense at all, but it feels like I was meant to be someone's father, and now I am, and it's awesome."

"Makes sense to me," Stephanie told him, patting him on the leg, "I just lover them so much and even if I'm tired and I can't think or I need sleep, I just think about those two little faces, and I'm okay. It's hard with two, I don't know how mothers of triplets and stuff do it, but we manage, and we love them to death."

"That's for sure."

"I will never stop holding her," Chris said as he looked down at his daughter, "and once I actually get to hold my son, I'm never letting go of him."

"The doctors said that we could hold him tomorrow sometime, he's doing well," Stephanie said, lying on her side to watch Chris and Amelia. She was asleep right now, her little lips pursed up like she was really upset about needing sleep. She wasn't sure Chris had taken his eyes off her in the time she'd been in the room. She wasn't sure he'd take his eyes off her ever again.

"When did he say that? I don't remember that," Chris was almost alarmed at the lack of information. He'd been clamoring to get to hold his son and not stare at him through the clear panes of his incubator.

"Chris, you haven't been here the whole time. You went home last night, remember?" Stephanie said, and Chris grumbled over that.

He hadn't wanted to leave, but Stephanie insisted that he go home and get a good night's sleep since they would be having two babies at home pretty soon, and sleep would be at a premium. He'd been reluctant to leave her and his kids, but he'd finally relented because Stephanie just gave birth to his kids so he felt almost obligated to bend to her whims. It didn't mean he liked it or anything, but he'd left.

"So we can hold him?"

"They said that it's good to get that skin to skin contact for him," Stephanie said, "like we've been able to do with Lia. He's not too sick that he can't come out of there for a while. He just needs to get his strength up, or something like that, I was sort of drifting off from the pain meds when he was finishing up his talk."

"Good job," Chris told her, shaking his head, but it was playful and she stuck her tongue out at him. Then he went back to staring at his daughter. "Have you ever seen a more beautiful little girl? I mean, seriously, her features are just so perfectly etched in her face."

"You are so biased," she said, "hey, when are my parents coming? I feel like they're downstairs or something and waiting to knock down any doors to get here."

"They're coming after work today. They wanted you to rest and stuff. Shane and Rissa will probably drop by tomorrow, and my dad and stepmom are still on track to come in a couple weeks," he explained to her. "So we've still got a few hours before your father declares them successors to the throne."

"He does enjoy his pomp and circumstance," Stephanie nodded, "he may try to bring in a sword to knight them or something."

"I wouldn't be surprised," Chris said. His phone started to ring, startling Amelia into wakefulness. Her face scrunched up in a kind of wince and they both knew what was coming. Chris quickly handed Amelia over to her mother before he grabbed his phone, answering without looking. "Chris here."

"Hey, Chris, it's Amy, I just heard about the kids, congratulations!" she said brightly.

"Word sure gets around quickly," he said, "but thanks, on behalf of me and Stephanie, so what's up? I get that this isn't just a social call, is it?"

Amy laughed, "You've caught me, we just wanted to know if it'd be okay to film you a little at the hospital. I know you guys were going to do the send-off thing with the babies being born, but I don't think any of us thought it would happen, so we're going to need a lot of padding and stuff, unless you happened to bring in your own film crew for the birth."

"No, sorry, was way too frazzled to take any kind of video, and I think my girlfriend would have killed me if I tried to film anything."

"I would have," Stephanie said, gleaning onto what this conversation was about. She went back to comforting Amelia, whose cries had died down to whimpers, and she was slowly staring to fall asleep again, blinking slower and slower every time she blinked.

"So would that be okay?" Amy asked. "We wouldn't try to be too intrusive, I heard that Brant is in the NICU."

"Where did you even get this information?" Chris had to ask because he wasn't sure that many people knew that, and it wasn't like they were followed constantly by paparazzi.

"Oh, your dad let us know, is that…I mean, to say—"

"He's fine," Chris could recognize the trepidation in her voice. "He's just a little jaundiced, and he needs some oxygen, but he's going to be fine in about a week and we can take him home. Amelia is doing great."

"Good, good, so…God, this is awkward."

"Let me ask Stephanie," Chris said. He pulled the phone away from his mouth. "Hey, Steph, do you think the kids are ready for their close-up or what?"

"They want to film?" she looked down at herself.

"Baby, I don't think people are going to expect you to look like you just stepped out of the pages of a fashion magazine. I mean, you did just have two kids, so I think the expectations will be pretty low."

"Okay, fine, that's fine, but not for long, okay, and can they come tomorrow not today?" Stephanie said.

Chris nodded in understanding, "Yeah, sure, Amy, you can come down for a little while tomorrow, is that fine?"

"We'll be there."

"First seeing them was pretty crazy, they were all wrinkly and crying and gooey and just…beautiful and spectacular at the same time," Chris said, "it was like, here are these things you made, and you're proud and then you think that you actually made something and it's like, so weird. Plus, Stephanie and I made two of them!"

"They were just beautiful," Stephanie beamed. "It makes you feel different too. I can't even explain it, but you have this baby in your arms and your world suddenly refocuses. Wrestling, in that moment, was a distant memory, and everyone who knows me knows that wrestling has always been my first love."

"Ouch," Chris said, "second to wrestling, I never knew."

"Sorry, honey," Stephanie said, "you've actually been pushed down a little bit more. Once I saw those two faces, I was mesmerized, and I feel in love all over again."

"That one I can live with."

"Don't get me wrong though, I can't wait to get back to work."

"And there's the Stephanie I know and love."

Stephanie pressed her hair down a little more. She'd brushed it out and tried not to look like such a hobo because she didn't want to be filmed looking awful. Amy and crew were coming in shortly, waiting outside for a few moments to get shots of the hospital. Then they were there and Stephanie was waving from her hospital bed.

"Hey guys, nice to see you again," Stephanie said as she pointed down to her stomach, "Look, flat…well, flatter."

"Hey, Steph," Amy said, "how are you feeling?"

"I'm good, sore, but good, I think the having babies thing makes the pain thing a little more bearable," she said, "the babies should be in soon to make their grand introductions."

"Awesome," Amy said.

The babies were wheeled in a few minutes later, and the crew started filming them as they came in. This would actually get to be the first time they'd get to hold Brant, and Stephanie was bursting at the seams in preparation of holding her little boy for the first time since the moments after his birth. The camera crew tried to remain in the background, just letting the action happen in front of them.

"You ready to hold your little boy?" the nurse asked, and Stephanie wanted to rip him from the incubator, but instead, she nodded. They lifted Brant out of his little space and brought him to Stephanie, who started to cry as soon as she got to hold him.

"Hey there, you, where the heck have you been?" Stephanie asked her son. Chris was sitting right next to her, and they handed Amelia to him before the nurses left. "He's gorgeous, look at those eyes? Looking through the incubator doesn't do these eyes justice, Branty."

"He's handsome as hell," Chris was getting teary-eyed himself, and he smiled over at Stephanie, who smiled back. "You can hold him as long as you'd like, but um, can I get a chance at some point today."

"Let's switch," Stephanie carefully switched with Chris, holding Amelia so Chris could hold Brant for the very first time too. Chris held him against his chest, running his hand up and down the small back of the quiet little boy. "You look good like that, fatherhood suits you."

"You think?" Chris asked. The cameras had long since faded from either of their consciousnesses.

"I know."