A/N: I'm so excited that you guys liked the prologue. Every chapter won't be broken down to just one couple; I'm trying to reintroduce each couple to any new readers that haven't read the other parts to the story. Again, I feel bad because these first chapters are slow, but it's building toward something, I promise. And for those looking for info on Maddy and Randy, they pop up around chapter 5.


Chapter 1

"Da…" A little hand slapped him on the knee and kept hitting him until he finally made eye contact. "Da…Da…Da…"

Jeff Hardy turned his head to face the small child using his leg as a drum and pushed the falling strands of hair out of his face. So much for trying to catch a nap. Cami was wide awake and apparently, she wanted something. "What do you want, angel?"

Camille Alicia Hardy was the most doted on, constantly praised, beautiful little girl that either of her parents had ever met. She was as much a part of him as she was of his wife. She had Chase's looks and little girl charm and all of Jeff's inquisitive and mischievous ways. It use to be a time when Jeff didn't think that he would love anything as much as he did Chase; that was until his daughter was born.

One of the downfalls of having a toddler was not knowing what it was they wanted. Children that young have limited speech, so it was a guessing game for their parents to decipher what it was they wanted. Cami's case was a little different; she was born prematurely and as a result was hearing impaired. She had surgery to build an inner ear, which helped her situation, but then she needed another to attach a Bone Anchored Hearing Aid to increase the sounds. Even though Cami was only partially deaf, she still didn't speak. She made sounds like she was trying, but where other children her age were saying single words, Cami rarely did.

Even with her hearing issues, she was still a happy, bouncy, and extremely active child. She was almost two years old and judging by how much stuff she got into now, the Terrible Twos were going to be the most difficult time in Jeff and Chase's life. Just barely tall enough to climb up on the couch, 22 month old Cami continued to smack Jeff's leg to get his attention.

Jeff sat up and picked the little girl up from off the floor. He watched as she squirmed out of his arms and placed her feet back were they were. She slapped his leg again and pointed behind him. He turned around to see what Cami wanted and sighed because there were at least four things on the shelf that she could have been pointing to. Lifting himself to his feet, he walked over to the shelf and pointed himself. "You want this?"

Cami didn't answer, instead she pointed again.

Apparently the pink rabbit on the shelf was not what she was after. "This?" He pointed to the Whiffle ball sitting next to the rabbit.

Cami was beginning to get flustered. She bounced on her toes and started to slap on the couch as her little face broke down. As frustrating as it was for Jeff to try to figure out what his daughter wanted, it was equally as frustrating to the toddler to tell her father.

As soon as Jeff heard Cami start to cry, he walked over to her and picked her up. "Okay, angel…let's figure this out." He kissed her blonde hair and carried her over to the shelf. At least now, she was of the height to touch what her heart desired. He watched as she pulled the wings from her Halloween angel costume down, knocking some other random items to the floor in the process. "You wanna be an angel?" Jeff nodded. It was fitting, she was his angel anyway. He walked back to the couch and sat down with his daughter.

The pink angel wings really didn't match the purple, red and white Wiggles T-shirt that she wore or the green Disney Princess Pull-up. But that's what Cami had picked out to wear. Jeff knew that if Chase were home, she would have a fit that it was already after one o'clock and Cami wasn't dressed. What was the point of getting dressed on a Friday if they didn't have anywhere to go? This was going to be a lazy day. All they were doing was lounging around the house, watching The Wiggles, Barney, Jo-Jo's Circus, and anything else Disney Playhouse had to offer. They already had their tea party, which really consisted of apple juice for Cami and a Sprite for Jeff. But the fact that it was served in her Pretty Princess tea set that made it special. All of her stuffed animals had been invited and they all had little plates of animal crackers that were of same species as the guests that they laid in front of. And of course, Jeff went all out for the tea party. He clipped a tie onto his Slaughter t-shirt that matched his blue track pants while Cami was still in a t-shirt and a Pull-up, but the purple boa, Elmo slippers and floppy flower hat that Jeff placed on her head, made her look elegant.

So now that breakfast and lunch were done and tea had been served, this should have been the time for them to take a nap. Only, Cami wasn't one for napping; not when her Daddy was home. Chase was the only one that could get her to nap, mainly because she made sure everything in Cami's life was structured. Jeff really didn't have discipline like that. Any and everything that Cami wanted to do, Jeff did. If she wanted to jump on her tryke and have he push her around the room, it didn't matter that it was nap time…Jeff pushed her. Daddies were supposed to spoil their little girls, right? Besides, he was on the road half of the time anyway. When he got home he didn't want to be the heavy...he just wanted to enjoy his daughter.

He carefully slid her pudgy arms through the openings of the angel wings and fixed them so they didn't hang over. Once the wings were in place, he walked her over to the mirror and pointed at them standing there. "Who's that little angel? Is that my Cami?" He watched his daughter smile happily at herself in the mirror and she touched the wings and laughed. He loved the way she covered her mouth with her dimpled hand whenever she laughed as if to hold it in. "You're so silly."

Cami squirmed and Jeff put her back on the floor. He watched as she ran across the living room and stopped each time the wings flapped against her back. Every time they did, she would turn to him and cover mouth with her laughter.

"Anybody home?" Jeff closed his eyes as soon as he heard Chase's voice. He hadn't cleaned up yet. The living room looked like Toys-R-Us on acid. But it was too late to do anything about it now. Instead, he walked into the foyer and smiled at his wife.

Chase Hardy was still as beautiful as the day he met her. It was impossible how much their daughter looked like her. If it wasn't for Cami's green eyes, he would have thought that he had nothing to do with her creation. Chase still looked like a little girl. At 5'5", long blonde hair, dimpled cheeks and dark blue eyes, he knew exactly what Cami would like when she grew up. "Hey, baby." He kissed her lips softly and watched as she put her umbrella in the stand by the door. "How was school?"

"Eh…I hate that class." Chase placed her backpack in the closet and turned around when she heard little footsteps running across the room. "Why are you still up?" She signed to her daughter. "What happened to nap time?" She knew Jeff wasn't going to put Cami down…he never did. She always thought it was suspicious that on the days she was with him, she would go to bed really early because she was so cranky. It wasn't until now, that Jeff was caught red handed.

Jeff shrugged. "We weren't tired."

"Sure you weren't." She picked the little girl up and kissed her. "You're an angel I see. Those wings match your Pull-up, nicely. What did you and Daddy do all day?"

Chase always signed when she spoke to Cami. It was what they learned in classes she and Jeff attended for dealing with a hearing impaired child, should be done. If Cami never learned to talk, at least she could communicate with them by signing. And if she did eventually talk, she would at least be familiar with the sounds of words. Now if she could only get Jeff to do it, she would be doing something.

"Oh, we ate, we played…we had a tea party. We watched some TV. We had a good time." Jeff walked into the living room and began the task of putting away all of Cami's toys.

Chase poked out her lip. "I missed the tea party? I love tea parties. Maybe after your nap, we could have another one." Chase started up the stairs with Cami, but stopped on the third step. "I'm going to up her down, okay?"

"Okay." Jeff nodded and bent back over to pickup even more toys. As soon as he was standing upright, he saw Chase motioning her finger for him to come closer. He laughed when Cami mocked the hand gesture.

Chase leaned over the banister and kissed him. "I didn't tell you, I love you, today."

"I love you, too." Jeff kissed Chase's lips again and smiled when he felt Cami's lips on his cheek. "And I love you, too."

"You sure you're not tired? I think I wanna a nap, too." Chase smiled at Jeff exposing those dimples that he couldn't get enough of.

He turned and looked at the living room. That mess would keep until later on. When Cami woke up, it would just get messy again, anyway. "Well…I like naps. I could definitely lay down."

"Good." Chase walked up the stairs, leaving Jeff at the foot of them to follow.

After only a minor protest from Cami and a negotiation to leave the wings on, Chase had the little girl asleep in her crib in no time. She turned out the light and cracked the door before walking into her bedroom and closing the door behind her. "She's getting too big for that crib. I saw this Princess toddler bed…I think I want to get it for her birthday."

Jeff laid on the bed with his hands propped under his head. "When the hell did I get this old?"

"You're not old." Chase kicked off her shoes and climbed up on the bed beside him.

He didn't agree. "I wrestle 300 pound men every night and I ain't never half as tired afterward as I am when I spend half the day with Cami. She's making me old."

Chase laid her head on Jeff's arm and her hand made its way under his t-shirt. "Welcome to my world. I get her 24/7. When I finally go to sleep at night; I'm exhausted."

Jeff turned his head to Chase and smiled lazily. "You're sure you want another one?"

"Don't you?" Her hand trailed a soft path up his sternum as she felt the muscles clinch beneath her touch. "I love being a mom. I'd love to have another baby."

Things were so different then they were two years ago. Back then when Chase found she was pregnant, she wanted an abortion. She and Jeff had broken up over it and when she decided to have the baby and just let Jeff raise it, that's when things started to change. It wasn't until Cami was born sick that she realized how much she loved her and would do anything make sure she had the life that she deserved. That had been the turning point in their relationship. It was at Cami's birth that Jeff and Chase got back together, where he proposed and she accepted, where they truly believed that they could get through anything together.

Jeff slowly worked the buttons on Chase's shirt while smiling at her. "I definitely want another little girl." They had been half heartily trying to have another child. They both decided that if it happened it happened and if it didn't they would enjoy the one child they were blessed with. It didn't matter if they family got bigger; they had enough love between the three of them that everything was already perfect. Another child would just add on to their perfection, if that were possible.

"Uh-uh…oh no. This time I want a boy."

"Why do you want a hard headed little boy?" Jeff scrunched up his face just thinking about having a son that God forbid would turn out like he and Matt were as kids.

"Because we already have a hard headed girl. I don't think I handle another one."

Jeff laughed. "She's not hard headed. She's strong willed. Just look who her mother is."

Chase's mouth hung open as she slapped Jeff on the chest. "I'm not strong willed."

"Bull shit. You're Dave Batista's daughter, how the hell can you not be?"

"Well…you married me and you're pretty easy going. I must not be that bad."

"Cause I didn't wanna be railroaded. I've seen how the women in your family get their way. It's just easier to give in then to fight a Batista woman."

She leaned her face up close to his and whispered against his lips. "I'm not a Batista woman anymore. I'm a Hardy woman now." She mocked his southern drawl when she said his last name.

"You're this Hardy's woman." He closed his eyes against the feeling of her breath on his lips.

"You're damn right." She concluded before kissing him.