"Stephanie, sweetheart," Jericho whispered, leaning over to lightly kiss his sleeping wife. "It's time to wake up baby."

"Huh?" Stephanie asked groggily, dimly hearing a wailing alarm clock.

"Your alarm has been going off for twenty minutes," Jericho said, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I tried to turn it off but I can't figure it out."

"Oh, sorry," Stephanie said, reaching over and hitting the switch to turn the alarm clock off. "Did I wake you up?"

"No," Jericho said, feeling slightly confused. "You asked me to get up with Bella over an hour ago."

"I did?" Stephanie asked, her blue eyes opening in shock. "I don't remember."

"It's alright," Jericho said, leaning over and kissing Stephanie again. "It must be tiring being alone with her for three days a week while I'm on the road."

"A little," Stephanie said. "Thanks for getting up with her."

"I'm glad to do it," Jericho said. "You want something for breakfast."

"I'm going to hop in the shower first sweetheart," Stephanie said, sitting up and pecking him on the cheek before getting out of bed.

"I could join you," Jericho said, grinning at her playfully.

A sudden wailing started from the room across the hall. "Or maybe not," Jericho said. "I'll see you downstairs after your shower."

"Okay baby," Stephanie said.


Stephanie took her time drying her hair, putting on make-up, and choosing her outfit. She was surprised when Jericho rushed into the room with a bagel and orange juice.

"What's up?" she asked.

"Lita's been waiting downstairs for fifteen minutes for you," Jericho said, shoving the food and drink into her hands. "Your suitcase is in the closet right?"

"Suitcase?" Stephanie asked dumbly.

"That you packed last night," Jericho said, looking at his wife incredulously. "To go to the Vineyard with Lita."

"Oh crap," Stephanie said. "It completely slipped my mind."

"Luckily you packed last night," Jericho sighed. "I'll go put your suitcase in the car and you eat that."

"Okay," Stephanie said, obediently taking a bite.

A few minutes later, Stephanie came downstairs. She smiled apologetically at Lita. "Sorry it took so long."

"It's okay," Lita said, smiling at Stephanie. She leaned over to pinch Isabella's cheek. "I was just having some quality time with this little angel."

"She is adorable," Stephanie said, looking over at her daughter.

"How are you going to handle the night away from her?" Lita asked.

"I think I'll be okay," Stephanie said.

"Okay, all of your stuff is in the car," Jericho said, coming into the house. "Have a great time you two."

"Thanks," Lita said, pecking her cousin on the cheek before heading out of the door.

"Thank you baby," Stephanie said, letting him pull her into his arms. She returned his long, searing kiss. "I love you."

"I love you too," Jericho said, walking her to the door. "I'll see you in two days."

"Good-bye," Stephanie said, waving as she skipped to the car Lita was starting.

It was five minutes after Stephanie and Lita left that Jericho realized Stephanie hadn't told Isabella good-bye.


"Hey man," Chris Benoit said, coming into Jericho's house. "I've never been here."

"It's Stephanie's place," Jericho said. "We still have my house down in Florida and one in Canada. We're thinking of looking for a place out in California that will be ours."

"Cool," Benoit said.

"Want a beer?" Jericho asked.

"Nah, I have to drive," Benoit said.

"Okay," Jericho said.

"What's up?" Benoit asked.

"I'm worried about Stephanie," Jericho said.

"Why?" Benoit said.

"You know how you were saying I might look into getting Stephanie checked out for post-partem depression?" Jericho asked.

"Yeah," Benoit said evenly.

"How exactly would I go about doing that?" Jericho asked.

"I would imagine that you have her go to a psychiatrist," Benoit said.

"That's what I figured," Jericho said. "Stephanie would never go to a psychiatrist."

"How do you know?" Benoit asked.

"I tried to get her to go when we first got married," Jericho said. "She said some things that really had me worried. It all turned out fine, but she refused to see anyone about it."

"Tell her that you're worried," Benoit said.

"I don't know how to do that without making it sound like a criticism," Jericho said. "And I want to do it as nicely as possible, I don't want her to feel like I'm attacking her."

"Tell her you love her and that you're worried about her," Benoit said.

"This is Stephanie we're talking about," Jericho said. "And I do love her, but that won't change the fact that she will think I'm criticizing her."

"Looks like you're stuck between a rock and a hard place," Benoit said. "What brought on this concern for Stephanie?"

"Little things," Jericho said.

"Like?" Benoit asked.

"Stephanie sleeps through her alarm clock," Jericho said. "It's happened three times in the past two weeks while I've been home. I don't even know how often while I've been gone."

"Well, she has a newborn," Benoit said. "She's probably exhausted."

"But Stephanie has never slept through her alarm clock," Jericho said. "Even right after she had Bella, she would wake up at the smallest sound."

"So?" Benoit asked.

"What if she sleeps through Bella?" Jericho asked. "She did today."

"What?" Benoit asked.

"She slept soundly while Bella was screaming," Jericho said. "What if she does that while I'm not here?"

"I don't have an answer to that," Benoit said. "You know I don't."

"I know," Jericho said miserably. "And she didn't say good-bye or anything to Bella when she left."

"I hate to point out the obvious," Benoit said dryly. "But Bella is a baby."

"Thanks Einstein," Jericho said. "I forgot how damn witty you are. Stephanie left for two days today with barely a backwards glance at her daughter."

"Okay," Benoit said. "I think I'm starting to understand."

"Do you think I'm overreacting?" Jericho asked.

"Is there such a thing when your child is involved?" Benoit asked.