Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story. The idea behind it is mine however.
Distribution: Flights.
Notes: I was just thinking about unusual pairings and these two seemed just about perfect.

“You have to tell them.”
“No I don’t…”
“Oh yes you do!”
“Listen, it’s not like I’ll never ever tell them… I’m just biding my time.”
“Being a coward,” she snapped
“I am not being a coward… you know my parents… I can’t just drop this on them without any preparation… I’ll just wait until business picks up again.”
“And you think their minds will be on business if I kill the heir apparent?”
Shane looked at his wife of one year and shuddered. He sat down next to her on the bed and laid a gentle hand over the slight bulge his child had made in her stomach. He leaned over and kissed the skin he’d rubbed with cocoa butter earlier this morning.
“Cute,” his wife giggled, “now get off me and call your parents.”
“You do realize that I’m risking my inheritance?”
“So?”
“So? Is that the best you can come up with? So?”
“Shane McMahon, it’s not like you’re completely devoid of talent. You could make a living in a company other than your dad’s.”
“And let Stephanie run the WWE into the ground?”
“Do you want me to answer that?”
Shane chuckled at his wife’s snappy rejoinder and laid down next to her, their fingers becoming entwined over their baby, “I guess I don’t. I guess I could go beg Jerry Jarrett for a job.”
“Excuse me? Beg Jerry Jarrett for a job? So he can get a big laugh out of turning Vince McMahon’s son into a gofer for his crappy little company? I don’t think so.”
“I’ll need a job baby. I can’t live off you.”
“First of all Mr. Panic, we don’t know how your dad will react or if your mother will let him disinherit you. And if it does come to that, I will not let you go to work for the Jarrett federation. I’ll help you build up your own… or we’ll find an indie fed and we’ll work it up to par.”
“Really?”
“Really. Shane, I swear for a man on his second marriage, you really don’t know much about it.”
“And that, sweet wife of mine, do I need to know?”
“That it’s not all up to you. It’s an us thing. Like this baby… I didn’t make it all by myself… it took the both of us… and together, we’re unbreakable.”
“I like that… together, we’re unbreakable.”
“Right, now call your parents.”
“I don’t wanna…”
Laughing, the newest Mrs. McMahon reached across her husband for the phone and dialed his parents’ home phone number before handing the phone back to them.
“McMahon residence, how may I help you?’
“Hi Mary, it’s Shane. Are my parents in?”
“Of course they are Mr. Shane. Do you want to speak to them?”
“Yes please.”
“Give me a moment, I’ll get them for you.”
“Thank you.”
Shane picked up his wife’s hand and kissed her fingers.
“Shane!” his father’s voice boomed through the telephone, jarring back to the possibly awful future, “where are you son?”
“Los Angeles. Dad, I have someone with me that I’d like you and mom to get re-introduced to.”
“Re-introduced to?”
“Well, it’s someone you and mom already know but it’s someone who’s taken a special role in my life.”
“Shane, what’s all the mystery about?”
“Dad, is Mom in the room with you?”
“Yes. We’re about to have dinner.”
“Well, put on the speakerphone. This is something I’d rather tell you guys just the one time.”
“All right. It’s done Shane.”
“Mom?”
“Hi darling. What’s going on? Your father has the most suspicious look on his face.”
“I have some news… and I’d like to invite the two of you to Los Angeles as soon as possible. I kind of got this girl pregnant and I’d like you two to meet the mother of your future grandchild before she delivers.”
“A grandchild?” Linda asked wistfully, “really?”
“Really Mom… in five months, you’ll have a brand-new McMahon to spoil rotten.”
“A child out of wedlock Shane?” Vince said. “The media will eat us alive… think you can marry the girl before the delivery?”
“I already beat you to that Dad. I’m a married man.”
“You’re married? To who?”
“To me.”
“You who?” Vince asked, wondering when Shane had put his end of the conversation on speakerphone.
“You already forgot my voice? That hurts.”
“Shane… is that…?”
“Yes Linda… it’s me… Joanie Laurer… Joanie McMahon now.”
There was a gasp, mixed in with an unpleasant gurgle from the background, followed by an abruptly cut-off screech. Shane and Joanie laughed together, “Steph?”
“Yes Shane,” Linda said, “your sister and Paul are here as well.”
“Oh hi there guys.”
“So, does that mean the Ninth Wonder of the World is coming back to WWE television?” Paul Heyman asked excitedly, “cause that gives me great ideas… DX could be back…”
“The DX bodyguard with a bun in the oven? I don’t think so,” Shane said.
“And me back on WWE TV? I don’t think so either.”
“You married her? Out of all people? Didn’t you think of what that would do to me?”
“Believe it or not, I wanted to be happy and I thought about that first… disgusting, ain’t I?”
“But I’m your sister…”
“And I love her,” Shane whispered as he hung up the phone and leaned over his wife and kissed her. He really loved her, he thought to himself as she wrapped her strong arms around his body and held him tight. Thoughts of Shane’s love for her filled Joanie’s mind, mixing with her thoughts of love for him.
“We wasted so much time,” she whispered against his ear as he kissed her collarbone.
“Let’s make up for it,” Shane said as he undid her pajama pants, “over and over and over…”
Putting rational thoughts aside in favor of love making, Joanie pressed her body into her husband’s and delved into the pleasure of love.

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