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"We've been together a while now, right?"

"So what you're saying here is that you don't know how long we've been together," Stephanie smirked as she said it to show she was joking, but she didn't need to, Chris felt like he knew her so well he didn't need her physical cues to clue him into her mood. Once you were in someone's mind, you didn't need to see them to know what they were doing.

"No clue," Chris chuckled. "I'm not even sure who you are."

"Very funny, but yes, we've been together a while now, two years," she smiled, "and one engagement." Here, she wiggled her ring finger. "So I would say that's a while, why do you ask? Am I missing an anniversary?"

"You? Miss Knows-When-We-Did-Everything? No, you didn't miss an anniversary whereas I have to make note of everything or face your wrath," he told her, reaching out to brush her hair out of her face. She leaned into his hand a little bit and smiled at him.

He was happier with her than he'd ever been. It seemed since being with her, everything in his life clicked. He felt better in the ring, he felt like his music was better, hell, even his writing for his book seemed to come to him easier. It wasn't easy, nothing in life was really easy, but it felt easy when he had moments like these where he was sitting across from her enjoying a night in. Yes, he, Chris Jericho, liked staying in with his fiancée instead of going out drinking with his buddies.

"I am pretty wrathful," she joked, and he loved hearing her tinkling laughter after saying it. Just as much as he'd changed, so too did Stephanie. She was no longer the mousy woman who wanted to fade into the background and let someone else speak for her. Now she was confident and bold, and if she had an opinion, she was going to share it.

It translated to her work life as well. She'd stepped up and told her father her ideas and her suggestions where before she would hold them in or simply tell him what they were. Now she was commanding the attention of her father and demanding his respect, something she was readily earning with every good idea she had. After every meeting, she would rush to Chris to tell him of some new accomplishment, and he couldn't be prouder of the woman he knew she could be from the moment he first read her thoughts.

"I know, which is why I don't get on your bad side."

"You never could be…unless you leave the toilet seat up again," she kidded, "because if I almost fall in one more time, it's your head on a stick."

"Um, I better go check that right now," he told her, but then leaned over and kissed her. "Actually, I really did want to talk to you."

"Oh, yes, the conversation that started off with how long we've been together. Two years, just in case you forgot when I said it earlier," she reminded him. "Do you want to write that down on your hand or something, just so you don't forget?"

"I think I'm good," he told her, "it's just something I've wanted to tell you about for a long time, but I never knew how you'd react so I've kind of put it off."

"Oh no, you've got some other secret fiancée somewhere, and you're going to dump me for her or ask her to join our relationship!" She knew he wasn't going to say anything serious or something that would affect their relationship so she could afford to joke. That's how well she knew him. Still, what he had to say could cause a rift, which is why he waited so long to tell her.

"Yes, I've got two actually, they're in a relationship with each other, and one thing led to another and I'm engaged to both of them," he explained. "They're both really great gals though, I think you'll like them, and we can make the threesome a foursome if that's alright with you."

"If one cooks and the other cleans, I'm all for it. I guess we'll have to either get a bigger bed or switch off nights with you."

"I like the big bed idea."

"I thought you might," she started laughing at the ridiculous nature of this conversation, but she also recognized that whatever he wanted to say was something he really wanted to say so after her laughing fit (one he enjoyed hearing), she continued more seriously, "Okay, for real now, I'm listening."

"Thanks," he told her, and he hesitated because it felt stupid telling her this after all this time, but they were going to get married in three weeks, and he really didn't want this hanging over his head for the rest of their lives. He bit his lower lip, something he did when he was thinking and blew air into his cheeks.

"Chris?" She wasn't so much concerned as she was curious. She wanted to know what caused him to pause so much and appear so nervous.

"Before we got together, when I was still with Barbie—"

She held up her hand, "I don't need to know anything about that or her, I mean, unless you've had some kind of STD for the past two years that you didn't tell me about. That would be really rude."

"Nothing like that," he said, "but when I was with her, I was this completely different person, a version of myself that sucked. You know that, I've told you about all that."

"Yeah, you were reeling from your divorce, and you felt like you'd done something wrong with Jessica so you tried to completely reinvent yourself and ended up with Barbie." Stephanie knew the entire story, she'd heard it from him countless times, but he wasn't that man anymore, and he needed to stop punishing himself for the person he left behind years ago.

"Yeah, well, when I was with her, there was this one night. We were drunk and horny, and all I wanted to do was get her in my hotel room."

"Did she have an abortion or something?"

"No, nothing like that, we were always safe, but anyways, there was this old woman who came up to us asking for my autograph and I blew her off, told her off is more like it, because I was so engrossed in Barbie. Anyways, she kind of…and I know this is going to sound silly, but please bear with me."

"Okay…" She didn't know what to expect. A curse? It was already sounding a little preposterous, but she would hear out his story at the very least. Maybe he was talking in the metaphorical sense here.

"She told me that I would need to learn how to treat people, and then like, the next morning, I woke up and I could…I could read people's minds," he stopped after that, trying to get a reaction out of her. She furrowed her brow because she didn't understand.

"You mean like you could just read people better, right?"

"No, I wish," he gave a snort. "I mean like I could read people's minds. I really could, and it was really hard at first because it was just so much noise, but I could legit read people's minds."

"Are you high?" Stephanie whispered. She was incredulous about this whole thing. Read people's minds? That didn't make sense, this wasn't a superhero movie or something. These kinds of things didn't really happen in real life, and she really hoped he was just high or something.

"Stephanie," he chastised her gently, "I'm not high, I'm telling the truth, but then…look, I know it sounds impossible, but it's true, okay, and I could read your mind. I could read it, and I saw you for you. I saw everything about you, and how insecure you were, how you always thought you were doing something wrong around me, how you couldn't believe that I would pay any attention to you when even your own husband wouldn't."

Stephanie's eyes widened slightly, and she was almost on the verge of believing it, but then she remembered, "Chris, I told you all that before. I've discussed my insecurities with you. Are you sure this wasn't some very vivid dream?"

"Stephanie, it wasn't a dream," he insisted loudly. "I know it was real, it was how I fell in love with you."

"You fell in love with me because you thought you could read my mind? I don't know how I feel about that." Their entire relationship was based on the idea that he could read her thoughts. She was a little put off by that fact. It felt like their relationship was somehow cheapened.

"It wasn't because I could read your mind, not really. I mean, it was there, I could read it, I could hear your thoughts, but it was more than that," he was failing at explaining himself, and he just hoped Stephanie wouldn't walk out on him at the end of this. "You were the one who silenced everyone else. You were the one who made it bearable. When I was with you, it was like nobody else existed."

"Oh! So you are speaking like metaphorically. So like the world was just really loud, and I was the one that calmed that, especially after your divorce," she was feeling better now that he wasn't actually reading minds.

"No, I read your mind."

"Chris, honey, I'm starting to worry about you." This was just downright weird. Was he trying to back out of the wedding by acting odd? Did he want her to leave him so he was pretending to be batshit crazy?

"The first time I really talked to you, that first time I really engaged in a conversation with you while I was still with Barbie, I was staring at you pretty hard, and you thought you had something on your face, and you decided to lick your lips very slowly to try and cover for the fact that you were sure you had something on your lips that I was staring at," he told her, remembering the first conversation they really had.

Her eyes widened. She remembered that conversation, how she thought he was being polite and when he was staring, she thought she'd had something on her face because there was no way that Chris would want to look at her. He…could read her mind! This was wild, and now she was confused in a different way. He could read her mind, so he…so he read her mind!

"You read my mind."

"That's what I've been telling you, but you were the one who solved it all, who like, lifted the curse or whatever. Then when we went out, I think it was our first official date and there was that old woman who asked for our autographs and she said it was nice to see me again, that was the woman, that was her."

"Oh my God."

"You were the key, it was you, Stephanie, and I know this is crazy, and I know you haven't fully processed it yet, and believe me, I still really haven't either if we're honest, but all I know is that it was you. You were the one who showed me that I needed to be a better person, and if not for you, I would never be the man I am now."

"So you read my mind?" She was trying to wrap her head around it, and she knew that it sounded impossible, but there was no way he'd have known what she was thinking then because she never said anything. He read her mind. "And what did you think of my mind? I'm super embarrassed now."

"I thought you were beautiful," he told her, "I thought you were perfect inside and out and that you deserved better. I fell in love with that crazy mind of yours. I just needed you to know it before we got married."

"I think I need a few weeks to think about it, but I'll still marry you," she said, still in awe that he'd had something so weird happen to him. This opened up a whole new world, but for now, she'd just accept this and move on because at the end of the day, she still got Chris, and that was all that mattered. She could save the weirdness for another day, and save it she would.

"Yeah?"

"It's going to take more than a story about reading minds to turn me away," she told him. She pulled him towards her and brushed her lips against his lightly, "What am I thinking right now?"

"I have no idea." She kissed him once then pulled away, leaning their foreheads together and staring him in the eye.

"Good."

THE END