Disclaimer: The poem in the chapter doesn't belong to me, it's in the public domain though so you know, it belongs to the world, but mostly to the author, Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503-1542).

A/N: Thank you all SO much for all the reviews for the last chapter. I'm so pleased that you enjoyed it. I loved writing this story. It was different and new and strange, but I loved it. This is the final chapter and thanks for sticking with it and reading it. Thank you. :)

And on a side note, since you're done reading this weird, AU fic, I started another AU fic, "Under the Watchful Eye," so check that out if you're interested. :)

Second chances can be beautiful. They can be everything you ever wanted in your life, and they can be everything that you don't want. Everyone gets one at some point or another, everyone gets to experience something that they didn't get before, and in some cases, it doesn't work out. Then in some other cases, it does, and the days pass and the nights fade to day and you're so thankful you got that second chance. Then sometimes, you don't even know you were granted a second chance, so everyday isn't a gift, it's mundane and routine, but somewhere, deep inside of you, that old you, the one you used to be, is so very happy.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing," Chris said as he continued to stare at the computer screen in front of him, not even glancing at his wife.

"You're writing again?" Stephanie groaned as she came further into the room, "Oh my God, you have not stopped working on that for the past few months, I think you've forgotten that you have a wife and two kids."

"I haven't forgotten," he protested as he looked away from the screen to look at her, "wait, what's his name again?"

"Kolt, this is Kolt, remember him, seven-month-old son, does he get a place in your book or is he not good enough for it?"

"Well, I was contemplating it, you know, I kind of wanted to keep it light, but Kolt is just way too serious for me, I might just pretend like I don't have a son," he said, "even though this is an autobiography and excluding my son might not be that nice."

"Yes, and he'd be very upset when he's a grown up and he goes down to read your book and finds himself conveniently not in it," she said as Kolt tried to get her mouth, grabbing at her lip and trying to look at her teeth. She pushed him away as he pouted and tried to get at her again. She rebuked him again. "Do you think that you can come and help me with your children, or are you too busy to even do that?"

"No, I'm not that busy, but I do have a deadline, you know," he told her, standing up and stretching his arms over his head. He leaned in to kiss her cheek, "Have I told you that I really appreciate you getting the suite with the extra room so that I can type and be in peace?"

She rolled her eyes, "Harper is bored out of her mind, I thought we could take them down to the pool downstairs. If anything, that'll keep them occupied for a while, and I did bring some swim diapers for Kolt."

"You always plan ahead," he said. "But that's fine, we'll go down there, it'll make them sleep harder for their nap."

"I know, that's my reasoning," Stephanie laughed as Chris wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her cheek. They went out into the common room where Harper was watching something on the television, but she looked supremely bored.

"Hey there, Harp, you want to go swimming?"

"Yeah!" Harper yelled, jumping off the couch and straight into Chris's arms, and he barely caught her. "Let's go!"

"First, we should get dressed," Chris said as he took her into the room to get her into her bathing suit as Stephanie followed suit with Kolt.

Once they were situated, they went down to the hotel pool, which was indoors. Chris got in first, taking Kolt while Stephanie got in the water, taking back her baby. Harper, with the arm floats they had bought in the hotel gift shop on her arms, jumped into the water near Chris, kicking her little legs out as she "tread" water.

Stephanie walked Kolt around, dunking him in the water every now and then, delighting in his face when it would go wide, not remembering how being in the water felt even though he had been in a pool several times. Stephanie's smile lit up her face as Chris watched her, before Harper took all his attention. Stephanie kept walking around with him when she saw Paul walking out of the adjacent gym area.

"Paul!" she called out.

He looked up from his concentrated walking (since he's so intense about everything) and smiled when he saw Stephanie. She came to the edge of the pool, sitting Kolt on the deck as she leaned her arm on the cool cement, "Hey Steph, what's up?"

"The kids were bored so we decided to go for a swim," she said, looking at Kolt who was clapping his hands together and watching the water droplets that fell from them.

"Fun," he said, looking down at the little boy with his downy hair.

"How's Joanie?" Stephanie asked, seeing as how Joanie had stopped traveling about two months ago to focus her time on her pregnancy.

"She's getting so big," Paul said proudly as he sat down on deck across from Kolt. If there was anything that he wanted to discuss, it was Joanie and her pregnancy and how great everything was going. "I barely even recognize her, she just looks great."

"And how are the babies?" Yes, babies, he and Joanie were going to have twins, which was a crazy thought for the both of them, but a welcome one at that.

"They're great, going strong and everything, we're excited, I still almost can't believe it, you know," he said, playing with Kolt's hand. "I just…I get two of these, two, it's pretty crazy."

"Wait until you experience your first week, then you'll be changing your tune," Stephanie joked. "This one loved to wake up in the middle of the night and cry his eyes out. And you'll have two of all things, so you'll be up to your ears in diapers and tears, it'll be great."

"I'm looking forward to it, I didn't know how much I wanted kids until she ended up pregnant."

"Hey, did I ever tell you about this crazy dream I had about you?" Stephanie asked.

Hunter glanced over her shoulder at Chris, who was busy getting splashed by Harper, "Are you sure you want to say anything with your husband right there?"

"Oh, I told him about it, we had a great laugh over it," she said. "It's just one of those things that is so random that you have to tell the person that was in it with you."

He laughed, "So what was it?"

"We were married," she told him and his eyes widened, "Yeah, I know, right, crazy?"

"That's pretty wild," he said.

"Yeah, we didn't have kids or anything, we were just married, it was like…we got together because of when we worked together a long time ago, during the McMahon-Helmsley Era, and we got married and it was so weird, and Chris wasn't even in the picture. Crazy dream."

"Wow, that really sounds it," he laughed, "I've never dreamt about you, sorry, Steph."

"No sorry needed," she said, "I just thought that I'd pass that on to you, you were a good husband though, so you had that going for you."

"Well, I'm glad that the me in your dream was nice to you," he said. "I'm going to go though, I've got to call Joanie and check-in, she has an appointment tomorrow and I want to make sure that she has someone to go with."

"Okay, and tell her I said hi," Stephanie said.

"Will do."

Stephanie watched him walk away and got the fleeting feeling of that dream, just for a second ands he smiled as if it were a distant memory even though she had never been married to Paul or even really wanted to date Paul. She had been engaged to Chris even before he had debuted, so why would she want Paul? She grabbed Kolt and dipped him in the water, dunking him and pulling him up as he sputtered a little water and gave her a dirty look.

"Oh come here, you," she said, kissing his cheek and going back over to where Chris and Harper were swimming about.

Stephanie checked on Kolt one more time to make sure he was actually asleep. Harper was asleep on the bed next to his crib, the two of them out like lights after tiring themselves out in the pool. A bath and diaper change for Kolt and they were taking their naps together and leaving Chris and Stephanie to their peace and quiet. Well, leaving Stephanie, since Chris was back to working on his book.

She walked into the common room where he had moved his laptop to the round table in the corner. She came up behind him and wrapped her arms around his neck. He turned and kissed her cheek before his fingers started to move deftly against his keyboard once again. She was content to watch him for a few seconds before she circumvented his chair and sat down in his lap.

"This is not helping my writing."

"You pay more attention to that screen than you do to me," she told him, kissing along his jaw. "Pay attention to me."

"Wow, needy much," he said as he hugged her and rested his head against her shoulder.

"What are you writing right now?" she asked, looking at the screen but not reading what was written on it. "Is it about me? Are you writing about how awesome a wife you have and how you have the best life in the world because your wife is just so great?"

"No, I am talking about you however," he said as he held her tighter against him.

"What about me?"

"When we broke off our engagement," he told her.

"Chris," she groaned, "we broke it off for two weeks and it was so stupid, you can't include that."

"I'm writing about my life, that was part of my life," he said.

"We broke it off because you wouldn't get yourself released from your contract to come over to the WWF and I got angry, but then I realized it was stupid."

"No, I made you realize it was stupid," he reminded her.

"Let me read what you wrote," she said, shifting in his lap and scrolling up on the page to read exactly what he had written about the incident.

Deciding that I was going to marry that woman (or die trying), I thought of the best way to get that stubborn woman to let me back into her life. One thing every person should know about Stephanie McMahon is that she will not back down from anything. When she told me she wasn't marrying me because of conflict of interests, I knew I'd have an uphill battle. I know what you're all thinking, that's what you get for falling for the daughter of your boss's rival, but if any of you have seen Stephanie McMahon, you know she's hard to resist.

So I did what any red-blooded male would do when they have a hot chick that they want to be with. I groveled, and don't even tell me that none of you guys out there haven't groveled in some form. So I went and I groveled, and when you grovel with Stephanie McMahon, you have to do it right, so I brought pie charts, graphs, a little pamphlet for her.

Needless to say, she turned me down.

So I went into even worse than groveling mode. I went over to cheesy, yet effective mode. Little known fact, Stephanie loves poetry, so I scoured every book I could find on poetry and then I found it, so I went back to her, had the piece of paper and before she could kick me out of the room, I gave it to her.

"On a piece of paper, binder paper," Stephanie said, turning to him.

"Yes, binder paper," he responded as she went back to the screen.

So guys, if you really need something to get back the woman you love, here's the poem just right for the occasion:

Forget not yet the tried intent

Of such a truth as I have meant,

My great travail so gladly spent

Forget not yet.

Forget not yet when first began

The weary life ye know since whan,

The suit, the service none tell can,

Forget not yet

Forget not yet the great assays,

The cruel wrong, the scornful ways,

The painful patience in denays,

Forget not yet

Forget not then thine own aprovyd,

The which so long hate thee so lovyd,

Whose steadfast faith yet never movyd,

Forget not yet.

-Sir Thomas Wyatt

She took me back.

"You're damn right I did, I still love that poem."

"I know," he said, kissing her. "I love you, and I'm glad that got you back to me."

"I love you too," she said.

"You know what my last line is going to be?"

"What?" she asked.

"The stars are still the same," he said, kissing her chin.

"They are, aren't they?"

"Yup," he said.

"Just like you told me they would be."

"Would I lie to you?" he asked.

"Never," she said, leaning into him even more as they sat silently for a second.

Days would pass, and time would go on and there'd be fights and there'd be make-ups. There'd be one more kid, another little boy, and the years would pass, and they'd all grow up, even Chris and Stephanie. Their strange dream would fade, a funny story one of them would bring up every now and again. But it was nothing more than that. And Jessica would completely fade from Chris's mind until Kolt brought home a Jessica one evening long into the future and Chris would smile and somewhere, somehow another Jessica in another time would smile, a pang in her heart that she couldn't recognize, and sometimes, Stephanie would stare at Paul a little longer than she should and somewhere Paul was smiling, and he'd feel a breeze brush against his neck. Still, more years would pass, and time would flutter down and yet, one thing…just one thing left…

The stars they never changed.

THE END