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Chapter One

"Why don't you come to bed?" Paul whispered in Stephanie's ear as he approached her from behind and gave her a kiss on the neck.

It was Sunday night and Steph was trying to work on the script for Monday Night RAW in her home office. It wasn't the first time that she was rewriting the show's script for the second time. In fact, it wasn't unusual for Vince and Stephanie to rewrite the entire script hours before the show.

"Come on Steph, close the laptop and come to bed with me. Aurora's down for the night and we haven't had time for us all week." Paul said pulling Steph's rolling chair away from the desk where she was working.

"I'll come to bed in a little while, honey. I want to try and finish this script. I have so much to do. You know, my job is supposed to be managing all the writers and simply putting the script together, not writing the whole damn thing. Someone needs to be fired." Steph replied as she leaned forward scooting her rolling chair back up to the desk. She didn't take her eyes off the laptop screen. She hadn't even stopped typing.

"Am I going to have to pick you up and carry you to bed? Here, I'll tell you what to write. Give Shawn and me another DX segment cracking jokes about how much your dad loves cock. Throw some midcard filler matches in there and top the night off with me kicking John Cena's ass in a tag match. I'm thinking, Shawn and I versus Cena and Jericho. Of course I have to win the match. I'm thinking I should go over Jericho. He's been really full of himself lately…Don't know who he thinks he is…" Paul muttered before spinning Stephanie around to face him.

"Do you want to do my job?" Stephanie asked with a chuckle smiling back at the man she loved. She hated it when Paul over simplified the writing process. He never understood what went into creating the shows. Paul was standing there in his briefs with his hands on both of the arm rests of her chair.

"No, I want my wife in my bed…Now." Paul demanded with a cute smirk as if he was a little boy wanting a piece of candy before dinner.

"Well I'm sorry but I have to finish this. Dad will be expecting it. All little boys have to be patient if they want their dessert." Stephanie said with a naughty smile raising an eyebrow. She gave Paul a peck on the lips before turning back around to continue her work.

"To hell with what Vince wants, I want my wife now." Paul said before quickly grabbing Stephanie and lifting her out of the chair and to her feet.

"Paul! I have work to do! Hey!" Stephanie hollered trying to keep Paul from untying her robe. They kissed a few times before Paul's lips traveled down her neck. Levesque's muscular arms were already around her as he used them to pick her up over his shoulder.

"Paul, I'm serious!"

"Shh, if you keep yelling you're going to wake up Aurora. And if that happens we won't be able to do anything." Paul whispered as he carried his wife out of the office and into the hallway.

"Shit, I just stubbed my damn toe on that damn ugly statue your parents gave us!" He hollered causing Steph to burst out laughing.

It had been a while since the last time Paul had carried her to the bedroom. Most of the romance and spontaneity had become scarce in their marriage since they had little Aurora. Everything had become routine now all on a fixed schedule. Life wasn't just about them and World Wrestling Entertainment anymore. It was about their one year old daughter. Aurora was by far the best thing that had happened to either of them individually as well as them as a couple. She was the light of their lives. Her infectious baby belly laugh would make any huge mess she made the funniest thing in the world to her parents. Even at the mere age of one, Aurora Rose had her Mommy and Daddy wrapped around her little finger. They put her before everything else, even their own need to be together.

"Mama!"

"Oh no, I did it. I woke her up." Paul muttered leaning against the wall in the hallway. He still had his wife suspended over his shoulder.

"Maybe she'll go back to sleep." Stephanie suggested. She listened for Aurora's voice, hoping that she had gone back to sleep.

"Mama! Daddy!" Aurora cried out before she started crying.

"Not a chance." Paul said. His voice was full of disappointment as he gently set his wife back on her feet. Steph fixed her robe that had gotten disheveled when her husband picked her up. Levesque looked at his wife longingly as she retied her silk red robe. He couldn't help but think of all the great things they would be doing now if not for Aurora waking up.

"Do you want to go settle her back down or should I?" Steph asked looking into her husband's brilliant hazel eyes.

"You go ahead. I think I want to go ice my toe." Paul muttered looking down at his throbbing big toe.

"Are you okay?" Steph asked sympathetically before bringing her hands to his face.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Go take care of Aurora before she decides to climb out of the crib like last time." Paul replied taking her hands off his face and pointing toward the nursery.

"Okay…You're right. I don't want her hurting herself like last time." She said before walking down the hall toward Aurora's nursery and way from her husband.

Paul stood in the hallway alone with his aching toe. It was yet another romantic encounter gone awry. Once again, it was going to be another night where he fell asleep waiting for Stephanie to return from the nursery. He missed Steph. Before they had a child, she was just his wife. Stephanie had all the time in the world to spend with him outside of the world of wrestling. Now, Paul found himself competition for her attention with his one year old daughter. Stephanie wasn't just Mrs. Paul Levesque. She was now Aurora Rose Levesque's mother.