Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story and I do not own the WWE. You can sue, but there's nothing I have to give you.

A/N: I've never had so many people ask for a sequel before, so I felt compelled to actually get a sequel out there. It took awhile because there is other stuff I am working on and because I had to think about what I wanted to do with a sequel. Chris and Stephanie will still play a very prominent role in this fic (which means I had to think up more turmoil for them) and Shane and Lita will have a bigger presence. I hope you all like this one!


Stephanie McMahon-Jericho ran her finger down the chubby cheek of her two- month old daughter. The little girl was gorgeous.

"Baby?" Chris Jericho asked, coming into the nursery. "You okay?"

"Yeah, fine," Stephanie said, looking up at her husband. He was outlined by the light coming in from the hallway. "You look like an angel."

"You are an angel," Jericho said, coming to stand next to her.

"Many things I am," Stephanie said. "I'm no angel."

"Then she is," Chris whispered, putting his chin on her shoulder as they both looked down at Isabella Eva Jericho.

"I'd agree with that," Stephanie said. She turned in Chris' arms and put her arms around his neck. She leaned forward and touched her lips to his. "I love you."

"And I love you," Chris said, pulling her closer to him.

"You want some hot chocolate?" Stephanie asked. "I kind of want to veg and watch old movies."

"Well, I had something else in mind," Chris said, kissing her again, more deeply.

"Chris, not now," Stephanie said. "I'm so tired right now. Lets relax for awhile and we'll see if I can store all of my energy up."

"Store your energy up?" Chris asked.

"You know it's hard when we barely get to sleep anymore," Stephanie whispered, being careful not to wake her daughter.

"Okay," Chris said. "I'll garb the monitor and we can watch TV downstairs."

Stephanie slipped her hand in Chris' and walked with him out of the room. "Thanks Chris."


Stephanie fell asleep cuddled up next to Chris on the couch. He looked down at her and smiled softly. She was always tired anymore. He knew it wasn't some ruse she was putting on to avoid sex. She was really exhausted.

"Stephanie, let me carry you up to bed," Chris said, moving so that he could pick her up into his arms.

"Okay," Stephanie said, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"You okay sweetheart?" Chris asked.

"I'm okay," Stephanie said, her breath warm on his neck. "Am I hurting you?"

"What?" Chris asked.

"Am I heavy?" Stephanie asked.

"Not at all," Chris said. Actually she was rather light. He was pretty sure she had lost more weight after the pregnancy than she had initially had.

"Okay," Stephanie said.

Chris walked up to their bedroom, making it as smooth for Stephanie as he could. "Here you go sweetie," he said as he set her gently on their bed.

"Thanks," Stephanie said, opening her eyes to look up at him. "God you're gorgeous."

"What?" Chris asked.

Stephanie smiled and brought him closer to her. Their lips met in a slow, hot kiss that made Chris want to go crazy. "You're gorgeous."

"So are you," Chris whispered.

"Why don't we, you know?" Stephanie asked.

"You're tired," Chris said.

"Suddenly," Stephanie said, as she dragged Chris' shirt over his head. "I'm not tired at all."

"Okay," Chris said, nodding as he bent down to kiss her again. He paused when he heard a shriek from the next room. "Damn!"

"I'll go," Stephanie said, smiling up at him.

"No," Chris said. "I'll go. You hold on to that thought."

"Okay," Stephanie said.

Chris raced out of the room and into his daughter's nursery. "Bella! What's wrong baby?"

He leaned over the crib and picked up his daughter. Her head was covered with short, curly brown hair and she had beautiful blue eyes. Her little hands tried to grab at Chris' arms. "I know what that smell means," Chris said.

He quickly changed Isabella's diaper and he took her downstairs to warm up a bottle for her. "Sweet little munchkin of mine," he sang softly, making up words off the top of his head.

It wasn't long before she was back in her crib, sucking her bottle ferociously. Chris waited next to her, waiting for her to move the bottle away. She finally let go of it and smiled up at Chris.

"Aw, you adorable little girl," Chris said, picking her up again and gently patting her back to make sure there were no air bubbles. She burped and then rested her head on his shoulder. "Two wonderful girls in my arms in one night."

He rocked her gently until she was back to sleep. He laid her down and watched her for a moment longer.

"I love you, my little angel," Chris said.

He walked quickly back to the bedroom to see Stephanie lying on top of the covers in a black silk nightgown, sleeping soundly.

"Of course," Chris chuckled to himself.

He walked over to the bed and tucked Stephanie under the covers. He went and put on some pajama pants and settled into bed next to Stephanie. After a couple minutes, she was cuddled up next to him again.

Chris smiled, wrapping his arms around her.


Stephanie sat down at her desk and opened up a file on her computer. It was her own personal journal that she saved on a disk. She had kept it since she had married Hunter. It seemed as if she wrote in it quite often recently.

"I'm worried that I don't feel as maternal as I should. I mean, I love Isabella. She's beautiful and she's part Chris and part me. But I don't go to the store and coo over baby clothes. I can't wait to get back to work. I just want to feel normal again.

"But I also miss being pregnant. While I was pregnant it was like I was special, because of the miracle I held inside of me. Now it's Isabella alone who is special. Everyone just loves to ooh and ahh all over her. It kind of depresses me I guess.

"I know I should probably go talk to someone about this. It's probably just post-partem depression. I do know that upon occasion, that can get really serious. But I don't see myself seriously hurting anyone because I'm a little sad. I think I've heard it said that it usually passes within a decent period of time. I might be more worried if it wasn't such a normal occurrence."

Stephanie leaned back and read the computer screen. She saved the entry and then took the disc out of her computer. She sighed when she heard Isabella cry.

"I'll go!" Stephanie called toward her bedroom, knowing Chris was still getting dressed.