After spending just over an hour doing work Stephanie knew they had to leave soon so she started to pack her laptop away. All of the suitcases bar Mikey's toys was all packed up so as her laptop shut down she went off in search of Trish and Mikey as they were very quiet.

Walking into the lounge she looked around and they were nowhere to be seen so she headed in the direction of Mikey's bedroom. Entering the room she frowned as the room was practically silent and all she could see were Trish's feet sticking out from the bottom of the other side of the bed, "what on Earth are you two doing?"

Suddenly Mikey jumped up from the other side of the bed, "you can't be here. Go 'way."

Stephanie stood there shocked at the way her son was talking to her, "excuse me?"

Trish sat up and looked over at Stephanie apologetically, "it's a secret, you can't see it."

"Oh I see." Stephanie was still confused but she didn't have the energy to fight them on it, "well I only came in to say we need to pack up and head to Smackdown so if you could please tidy all of your toys away neatly into the suitcase I would be grateful."

Nodding her head Trish turned to Mikey, "we can do that can't we Mikey?"

He was enthusiastic about his response, "if Mommy leaves."

Chuckling Stephanie shook her head, "I'm going, I'm going."

As soon as Stephanie left the room Mikey turned to Trish with a frown on his face, "it's not ready, she can't sees it."

Packing up the crayons Trish smiled sympathetically, "it's okay, I will put it in my bag so your Mommy can't see it and then we will finish it at the arena after. Does that sound okay?"

He nodded and knelt down on the floor to pick up the rest of his crayons as Trish slipped out to put it in her bag.

Returning to the room she gathered everything up from the floor and took it over to the suitcase with all of the toys in and packed it away neatly before she did the suitcase up, "ready?"

Mikey grabbed Bubbles from the bed and nodded, "ready!"

Trotting out of the room behind Trish Mikey stood there patiently as Stephanie did one final sweep of the room, "okay are we ready now?"

Smiling brightly he said, "I was born ready."

Trish couldn't stifle a giggle as Stephanie shook her head, "where did you hear that Mikey?"

"Poppy."

Rolling her eyes she pressed her lip together in a tight line, "I will kill him when I get my hands on him."

Trish laughed, "aww don't do that, it was cute."

Shaking her head Stephanie just pointed at the door and playfully said, "just get out."

Mikey didn't know his Mom was joking and grabbed hold of Trish's hand, "no! She stays."

Ruffling the little boys hair Trish smiled at him, "it's okay, your Mommy was only joking as she promised me a lift to Smackdown."

Stephanie nodded in agreement with Trish, "she is right but we do need to leave if we're not going to be late."

Trish grabbed hold of her suitcase and opened the door before she took hold of Mikey's hand, "I've already checked out so stick with me so Mommy can check out okay?"

Looking at his Mom for approval he watched as she nodded her head before he obediently followed Trish out of the room and towards the elevator so they could check out and head to Smackdown.

After leaving Stephanie's room Hunter had headed back to his own and slammed and banged around packing his things up whilst at the same time trying to cool off a little as he was fuming still.

Once he had packed his things he headed to check out to go to the gym and work out before he drove to Smackdown, grateful this one time that he travelled alone.

When Stephanie, Mikey and Trish arrived at the arena for Smackdown Mikey was eager to get out of the limo, "hurry."

Shaking her head Stephanie glared at her son, "be patient, the ring is not going anywhere."

"I's don't want da ring."

Pretending to faint she was shocked, "you don't want to go in the ring? Are you coming down with something?"

Reaching forward she pressed a hand to his forehead which he quickly pulled away from, "I's wants to play wiv Tishy 'gain."

Pouting and pretending to wipe at a few tears she then put her hand on her heart, "I think I feel my heart breaking."

Quickly moving over to his Mom he gave her a big hug, "I luvs you."

Kissing the side of his head she smiled softly, "I love you too."

The door finally opened and she stepped out of the limo closely followed by Mikey and then Trish. As soon as the bags were out of the trunk they gathered them all together and headed inside.

None of them had noticed Hunter pull up not far from them and whereas he had managed to calm down by working out in the gym seeing her again sent his anger rising.

Climbing out of the car he slammed the door shut before he opened the trunk and removed his bag before he slammed the trunk shut and locked the car before he headed inside of the arena.

Storming through the halls he went in search of the locker room and once he found it he slammed the door open before he tossed his bag in the general direction of the bench sending it shooting right past Chris Jericho's head barely missing him, "hey! Watch what you're doing."

Hunter looked at Jericho and frowned, "sorry."

Jericho nodded, "yeah it's okay. What the hell is your problem?"

"The stupid bitch won't talk to me because of her stupid brat."

Looking at Hunter like he had three heads Jericho was lost, "I am good with many things, gibberish is not one of them. What are you talking about?"

Slamming down on the bench Hunter leant against the wall, "I went to Stephanie's hotel room this morning to talk to her about what you said yesterday and she refused to and I'm sure it's all because the brat that is apparently hers was there. I swear that kid really gets in the way of things, I don't know why she didn't leave him at home with his Father because we don't need him here."

Jericho opened his mouth to counter the argument but he wasn't really sure how to, "maybe the Father works, maybe she's a Mother that likes to be involved in her son's life. The kid isn't doing any harm and is actually sweet if you gave him a chance."

"I don't want to give him a chance, I just want answers from her."

Rolling his eyes Jericho shook his head, "for the cerebral assassin you sure are dumb. If you want to even attempt to get her to give you the time of day to get whatever answers you're searching for then maybe you should try being nice to the kid, you never know it might work."

Turning his head to look at Jericho Hunter just shook his head, "I'm not going to buy the kid a sweetener."

"I'm not talking about buying him anything, just be nicer to him and around him and stop calling him a brat or she's likely to kill you. I don't know why I'm bothering to try and help you, it's not like you did anything for me ever."

Hunter sighed and ran his hand over his hair, "well whatever the reason for it is I am grateful so thank you."

Nodding his head Jericho stood up, "you're welcome. I'm going down to see if the ring is set up to get some practise in."

With that Jericho left the locker room leaving Hunter alone.