"You coulda told him that you weren't lying."
"And it would have made a bad situation worse. I couldn't tell him it wasn't his. Then what would I look like?"
"What you already are. A slut."
"Don't you dare--"
"Relax, Princess. I won't tell your little secret."
"You mean OUR. You're in this too."
Chris Jericho rolled his eyes. "Oh yeah..I forgot. I always thought mothering was a women's job." Stephanie smirked. "It is a women's job. Men can't bore them...You know--" She pointed downwards. "The balls."
He snorted. "Yeah, I was taught sex education in the seventh grade." He paused. "I am sure you aced that class." Stephanie went to hit him. She stopped. "And when a special tutor came in for How To Stop That Ego, you failed."
"UNDISPUTEDDA CHAMPION." He smirked.
Stephanie sighed. "It's a shame everybody thinks I am not pregnant. What's going to happen when I start to show?"
"Get an abortion."
"No! I am gonna kill little Marabelle!"
"Marabelle?"
Stephanie nodded. "Well, duh, Chris. Marabelle is a name that flows beautifully. Marabelle McMahon. Well, what do you think?" Chris raised an eyebrow. "It sounds fine if you were naming a cow."
"You got any suggestions?"
"Well, yeah...Actually, I do."
"Shoot."
"Rosetta."
"Like THAT's any better?"
"Better than the Moo-Moo name."
Stephanie sighed. "Whatever. It doesn't matter right now."
Hunter watched Chris and Stephanie from his dressing room. "...Oh yes it does, Stephanie."
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