Author's Note: Let me start first by saying, I appreciate EVERY reveiw I get, whether it be good, bad or indifferent. You encourage me to get better with each chapter I post. Having said that...it has come to my attention that some people do not like the hint that something may happen with Dave and Rebecca. I would like to address that topic: First, I subscribe to online wrestling newsletters and it's no secret that Dave is dating Rebecca in real life (he's the one that got her the gig on ECW...I don't like her; but that's beside the point). Anyway, I thought it would be interesting to play that angle. I am not trying to turn people off from the story, but if you read my profile or the summary for this story, it says (infertility, INFEDELITY, and injury will threaten people). I have tried to make that clear before I started this story. The issue is not whether or not this character will cheat...the issue is how do people that are madly in love with each other deal with a mistake? I want these characters to have real personality traits. We can't all be alter servers. People screw up everyday, it's how you deal with it, that's important. If you can't handle this subject matter, then you should stop now; no harm no foul. If you don't like this angle, you really are gonna be pissed with Jeff and Chase...

I hope I haven't offened anyone...I'm off my soap box. Please review about the chapter or the story, not my creative license.

This chapter's light...the drama will start with the next one. With that; enjoy!

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Nothing Else Matters

Chase could feel something crawling on the back of her neck, but she was too locked in her dream world to bother caring. A swift swat of her hand near the offending object, which she assumed was her hair, put a brief end to that. Stupid ceiling fan, she thought as she rolled slightly and nuzzled her head deeper into Jeff's pillow.

She loved that pillow and not because it was the really fluffy body pillow, but because it smelled like Jeff and Salon Selectives; that's the shampoo and conditioner he always used. Not really a masculine shampoo, but hell, it smelled like fruits and berries…a smell that she had grown accustomed to.

Just as she felt herself drift back into the wonderful REM sleep that she had just come out of, there was the annoying tickle again. This time, she wasn't taking chances; she lifted her head from the pillow and pulled all of her long blonde hair up over her head so it hung over on the headboard. Slamming her head back down in annoyance, she tried her best to continue sleeping.

Suddenly a thought struck her…what if it's a bug? Oh God, if it was she was sure she was going to die. Jeff killed the bugs; that's just how it was. It could be a huge hairy spider or worse a camel cricket. It seemed like for some reason during the fall and early winter months they had gotten an invasion of those ugly beasts. Chase blamed all the damn woods surrounding Jeff's house. He of course thought they were cute and started a collection of them; giving each one names.

Grabbing at the back of her neck, afraid to open her eyes to see what she was clutching, she turned her head slightly. Then she felt warm fingers trace her neck followed by warm peppermint breath and a soft kiss.

She opened one eye to see the green and blonde haired love of her life smiling at her. "Hey." She said softly desperately trying to get her eyes to focus.

"Hey baby." He replied quietly leaning his head down to kiss her lips. "What are you doin' sleepin' the day away?"

She rolled her body over so that she now faced Jeff and snuggled up to him. "I was waiting up for you."

"Well, it's a good thing I'm home... now you can go to sleep." He said with a hint of laughter in his voice. He looked over at the new clock, it was only two o'clock. Why would she be sleeping in the middle of the afternoon, especially since he hadn't been home in three and a half weeks? It really wasn't how he had pictured their reunion. His image had involved a lot less clothing and a lot of sweating.

He ran his hand down her arm causing her to look up at him. "I don't feel so good." She said quietly, closing her eyes again.

Jeff instantly went into panic mode. Chase didn't get sick, unlike him who would catch a cold if there was a breeze blowing in Guam. He put the back of his hand to her head and checked for a fever. "What's wrong?"

"I'm just tired…and I think your dad's trying to kill me." She said softly. "I went over there today and he cooked breakfast for me…I've been sick as a dog all day."

Jeff laughed. "Now you know why me Matt were so skinny as kids. Daddy ain't the best cook in town." Jeff laid down full on the bed and pulled the covers up on him and Chase. "You can't get sick, baby. I been workin' my ass off, doin' all three shows, so I could get another week off and take you to Cancun."

Chase sighed and put her arm around Jeff's body. "I know. I'll feel better later on." Losing the battle with sleep, she felt herself drifting off. "I'm glad you're home."

With a kiss to her forehead, Jeff closed his arms around her. "You missed your papa bear?" He looked down at her still body and smiled. "I missed you, too."

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Dave watched as Britain threatened to polish the wood off of the banisters. It was something she always did; when she was scared, she cleaned. He sat on the couch, because he was given strict orders by her not to move and get in her way. He was getting dizzy watching her move from dusting, to vacuuming and now polishing. The house wasn't even that dirty to begin with. If any piece of dust thought that it stood a chance at survival in that house, it obviously hadn't met his Britain.

The smell of Pine Sol tickled his nose, but he was afraid to sneeze. If he did, that would mean that she would have to polish the coffee table again. He had already caught heat from daring to sit a water bottle on that table after she had shined it, so well in fact that it made his bald head look like Mr. Clean in the reflection.

Britain was totally oblivious to it all. She continued to clean, listening to her iPod, singing along loudly to Avenge Sevenfold. Every once in a while, she would look over at him and give him a disapproving shake of her head if he even looked like he was going to rest his big feet on that coffee table.

The sudden ring of the door bell, made Britain look up. Removing her earphones, she held up her hand. "I'll get it. You're gonna mess up my vacuum lines." As she opened the door she let out a high pitched squeal. "Vati!"

Britain jumped in her father's arm and buried her head against his shoulder. "What took you so long? Where's Ma?" She asked looking around her father.

"Your mazer is fussing over your garden. She says there's too much sun for the plants." Johan Weis said with a laugh. "How's my girl?"

Dave smiled at the two of them. It was amazing to him how Britain would instantly turn back into a five year old when she was around her father. Tiptoeing through the vacuum lines, Dave made it to the door to great his in-laws. "Johan, good to see you." He said stretching out his hand.

"David…the hair is gone?" Johan replied.

Dave ran his hand over his bald head and smiled. "It's killing me. I hate his hair like that. I think he's doing it to punish me." Britain replied laughing.

"Punish my Britannien? My angel girl? Never." Johan smiled, carrying his bags in the house.

"An angel? You sure we know the same Britain?" Dave asked with a smile putting his arm around her. As her father sat down, Dave looked at Britain confused. "How come he gets to walk across the vacuum lines?"

"Because he's my Daddy. When you become my Daddy, I'll let you walk on my freshly vacuumed floor, too."

Just as she started to walk out the door to find her mother, Dave pulled her close to his body. "I thought I was your daddy…that's what you were calling me that last night. Does that count?"

Britain smiled at up at him. "That is my daddy. You are my papi…besides, you're gonna have to work harder than that to get me to call you daddy." And with a swift pat to his backside, she ran out of the house to find her Ma.

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Jeff laid on the bed, flipping through the channels. Giving up on finding anything to watch, he turned off the TV. "You think we should call Britain? She's havin' surgery tomorrow."

Chase looked up from her book and put her glasses on the night table. "I don't know. My dad said that her folks were flying in and they would be going out to dinner tonight. They're probably not home yet."

As Jeff turned to his side, he heard the crumbling of papers under him. He rolled slightly to pull out the papers, but not before he noticed a big, fat, red F on the one labeled, Test #3.

Bringing his brows together, Jeff held the paper up to Chase's face. "What is this?" He sounded like parent scolding his child. "Why is there an F on your test?"

Chase felt like a scolded child. Shrieking away, she took the paper from his hand and shrugged her shoulders. "It was just one test, Jeff. I'll make it up."

"Oh no. There's no such thing as just one test." He said in that drawl that drove Chase crazy. "Your dad'll fuckin' kill me if he knew you failed a test."

She put the paper in her notebook and looked over at him. "Well we won't tell him."

Jeff thought about for a minute and then he knew what he had to do. "That's it…you're grounded." He nodded his head for effect, causing Chase to laugh at him.

"I'm what?"

"You, young lady, are grounded. No TV, no phone, no goin' out. You need to study and the punishment doesn't stop until you can pull up your grades." With a satisfied smile, he laid back on the pillows and closed his eyes.

If he said he didn't like this new found power, he'd be a damn lie. Although he sure at any minute he was going to be smothered by Chase, he couldn't help but to live in the moment. He was exercising authority, something that he didn't have in his house. When she moved in, she got rid of his old tattered couch…the one he had since he had his first apartment. She was the one that decorated everything in girly pastels and had fresh flowers all over the place. And though he had surrendered his power to her willingly then, it felt damn good to exercise it now.

Chase looked at him for a moment then nodded. Carefully, she placed her books on the floor and laid next to him. She let her hand reach out and touch his chest softly. "Jeff?" She said in a sweet voice. "You're not really grounding me, are you?"

"Uh-huh." He said still smiling and not opening his eyes. He felt her hand make circular motions on him before they found the hem of his t-shirt. Grabbing her wrist, he opened his eyes. "No you don't. You're grounded from that, too. No lovin' until you study."

Chase rolled over and folded her arms across her chest. With a pout on her face she stomped her feet on the bed. "You are so mean. I don't wanna be your girlfriend anymore."

Jeff looked over at her and laughed. "Well, if someone took school a little more seriously, then she wouldn't be in trouble now."

Chase looked at him and smiled. She nuzzled up to his neck and softly kissed it, trailing the kisses upward to his ear. She traced her tongue along his jaw line, and made it over to his chin.

"I'm not gonna kiss you, Chase." Jeff said determined.

"I know and you shouldn't." She said absently before closing her lips over his. With a gentle pressure, she forced her tongue inside his mouth, intoxicating him with her kiss. Before he knew it his hands found the back of her head as he wound her hair between his fingers.

Taking his free hand, she trailed it down her side and up her t-shirt. "I'm not goin' touch you, either." Jeff said with a little less conviction.

"You can't…you're teaching me a lesson. I know this is for my own good." Those psychology classes were paying off, big time. As she guided his hand to her breast, she felt him massage her while she continued to kiss him.

Somehow, Jeff lost control. He was the one that had the authority, but damn her for taking it back. She managed to roll them so he was on top of her. She moved his hand from up her shirt and sat up so she could remove it. Laying back down, she took his hand again and trailed it down her body.

"And I certainly am not gonna put my hand down there." Jeff said in a breathy voice. It was his last effort at maintaining the situation.

"You can't…I'm grounded. I wouldn't expect anything less from you." She whispered and then a sharp gasp escaped her as soon as his hand made contact.

Before either of them could figure out that Chase had gotten her way, yet again, they were both out of all of their clothes struggling for power in that bed. Chase laid on top of Jeff and trailed kisses down his chest, licked down his stomach and smiled, just before her tongue contacted with his heightened arousal.

"You cheated. I'm gonna tell your dad…" He said before closing his eyes.

With a coy smile, she looked up at him. "If you do, this'll be the last time, I will ever do this to you."

No more words, no more threats…Jeff was utterly defeated. He lost his battle as soon as her mouth closed down around him. All he could concentrate on was the warmth. God he loved her…everything about her. She always made him forget just how much of fuck up he really was. But she didn't need him to be her superhero…she just needed him to be her Jeff.

Before it got to the point that he couldn't take it any longer, he pulled her up and attacked her lips. It had been 3 ½ weeks, since he was with her and he didn't want to wait another minute. Rolling her so he was on top. "You still feelin' sick?" He asked with concern.

"No. I'm fine." She whispered pulling him back on top of her.

When he reached over to his side of the bed and grabbed his jeans, she looked confused, but smiled when he pulled out a condom. "You don't need that." She said taking it from his hand.

"But you're not on anything." He reminded her.

"I called my doctor and he faxed me a prescription. I started taking the pills again last week."

Jeff rubbed his thumb over her lips. "You can't just take 'em like that, can you?"

Chase shrugged. Who the hell really cares? I sure as hell don't right now. "I was supposed to wait until I got my period, but I knew you were coming home. It's fine…really."

"You sure?" He asked again.

She nodded and that's all the incentive he needed. Almost a month of waiting was over and both of them were glad of that. "I love you." He said as he kissed her again, as he started a gentle rhythm that her body instantly responded to.

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"So we'll see you in the morning." Mia Weis said to her daughter, before she walked around the table and kissed Dave on the cheek.

"How come he gets a kiss and I don't?" Britain asked her mother pouting.

"Because he's cute and you're not." Mia answered with a smile.

Johan got up too and kissed Britain, causing her to smile. "You are cute to me."

"Guten nacht, Vati." She said as she watched them walk up the steps.

Dave took her hand causing her to look back at him. "You sure you're okay with this?" She nodded, but he could tell she wasn't. He stood up and led her by the hand to their bedroom.

"So I'll be home until Thursday, but I'll be back on Tuesday." He reminded her as they settled in bed.

"Davey, I know. My parents are here and they will take care of me. Besides, Monique said I'll need about a week, two at the most. I'll be fine." Britain hoped that she sounded more convincing to him than she did to herself.

He settled back on the pillows and pulled her on top of him. He stared out the large window in their bedroom, noticing how the trees blew in the breeze. "You scared?"

"Of what, dying? People have surgery all the time…besides, if I died who would take care of you and the girls? They'd kill each other and you'd go insane because you're so unorganized." She laughed as she patted her hand on his chest. "I'm not going anywhere."

Dave let out a nervous laugh. A complication from surgery was one thought that he refused to let in his mind. "I mean are you scared that it won't work?"

"Yeah." She admitted quietly.

He tightened his grip around her body and sighed. "It's just the first thing we're trying. If this doesn't work we'll just try something else." He couldn't help his optimism. Never in his wildest dreams did he ever see them without children of their own. She was going to get pregnant, he was sure of it.

"What did I ever do to deserve you?" She asked looking up at him.

He gave her the smile at always made her heart flutter. "You were a good girl, you always said your prayers and you ate all your vegetables." He gently flicked her nose, causing her to laugh. "I love you."

When she kissed him, everything about the surgery, the infertility, Maddy sneaking in all hours of the night when he was on the road; went away. Nothing mattered but them.

The soft laugh that came from her throat as his lips tickled her stomach made Monique's words ring loud in her ears. "We can't." She whispered in a hurried voice. "No sex 24 hours before surgery…remember?"

"Fuck them. They can't tell me I can't make love to my wife." He replied, still trailing his kisses lower and lower.

She tried to protest, but what was the point? Her husband wanted to show her how much he loved her and no one was going to stop that.