Jeff opened the door to the patio deck slowly as he didn't want to disturb Lillian, who was quietly reading in one of the plastic chairs. When the door closed, she took off her reading glasses and placed them on top of the table, watching as Jeff took a seat next to her. "What are you doing up so early?" he asked, pointing off to the horizon where the sun was just beginning to rise.

Morning sickness. "I couldn't sleep," she lied with a shrug. "This is a good book, so, you know...just trying to find out what happendes next...what are you up to?"

He gave a laugh as he sat back in his chair, slouching low. "I never sleep," he told her with a grin. "With the wedding coming up and Candice changing everything..."

"Like what?"

His face fell, the smile dissapearing right away. Fidgiting with his hands and not making contact with the blonde, he gave a sigh before he said, "she doesn't want you singing for our first dance. There's some other guy she found, and Candice said she'd rather have him than you..."

Lillian looked down at her hands that rested on her stomach and let out a sigh of her own. "That was the only thing you got to decide," she whispered. "Jeff, I wrote a song on my own, I have the music for it, and the lyrics are done...it was just for you guys."

"I don't know what to tell her, Lils. This is her final desicion, she told me last night before we went to bed. I can try and talk her out of it..."

"You have to!" she shouted, unexpectedly. "Jeff, this is your day too! She can't make the choices for everything!" she stood up from her chair, grabbing her book and putting her glasses back on, "you said I could sing at your wedding. You asked me to do that before you even proposed to her!" Turning her back, she shuffled towards the entrance of the house, silently cursing to herself. With her hand on the handle, she turned one last time to look at Jeff, shaking her head at him, "how could you let her take so much control?," she asked him, disapointed. "That's not like you, sweets."

Opening the door and allowing herself in, Lillian walked to the front hall and put her shoes on, wanting to go for a walk. Putting on one of John's coats to keep her warm in the early morning, she went to the front door and opened the door, gasping in shock when she saw Ness sitting on the front step having a cigerette. "God damn, Lils," she mumbled, a hand over her heart and a smile on her face, "you scared me."

"I didn't think you were awake," the blonde answered, sitting next to her friend and eyeing the ashes that fell to the ground. "Doesn't anyone sleep in this house? You're always awake, Jeff never sleeps..."

"Randy sleeps. Often. Sleeps really well after sex...you know, just once I wish he held me again. Like the night after we kind of had a fight on the stairs, Jeff put me to bed in the guest room, and Randy came down and held me that night. I could feel his arms around me, and I traced the tattoo on his forearm, and it was the safest I've felt since I left rehab. It was like, I was meant to be with him, because we just mold right into each other...we fit together perfectly...and it was amazing. Just one more time, before the wedding stress takes a toll on everyone, I want him to hold me like that again." She took a drag out of her cigerette and blew the smoke up in the air, leaning back against the door for support. "That's probably the stupidest thing I've ever said," she mumbled.

That was Jeff... "It wasn't stupid," Lillian said to Ness, holding back on what she really wanted to say. "But you should probably tell him thes..."

"Why does everyone keep saying that!" Ness shouted, standing up from the step and glaring down at Lillian. "You know him, and you know he won't fucking listen to anything I say. It's easier said than done, Lillian...do you know where Jeff is?"

Nodding her head, she pointed to the patio before grabbing Ness's hand to stop her. "It's an automatic reaction," she told her, her voice hardly above a whisper. "I'm sorry. I just found out that I'm not going to be singing at the wed..."

Rolling her eyes and jerking her hand out of the friend's grip, she left her sitting by herself on the front step on the house on her own. With a sigh, Lillian stared down at her hand, the same hand she had just tried to reason Ness with, and was in disbelief. The same girl that had just took her shopping a few days ago...the same girl that had confessed she has horrible sex with her boyfriend, but refused to leave him, had just rolled her eyes at her problems.

With a huff, she stood from her spot and charged into the house. "Ness!" She shouted, catching up to her in the kitchen, grabed her arm and had her face in the direction she demanded. "For once, listen to someone else's problems!"

"Lils, I need to tal--"

"Shut up, Ness!" By now, Randy and John appeared in the kitchen, quickly followed by a droggy Candice and a confused Jeff. "All I hear out of you, is Randy Randy Randy. Randy doesn't hold me, Randy doesn't say he loves me, Randy doesn't pay attention to my needs...fucking gag me Ness, you don't pay attention to your needs! I was just told I'm not allowed to sing at my best friend's wedding because..." she looked at Candice and pointed a finger in her direction, "you don't want me there. Nevermind the fact that I've busted my ass writing a song just for you and Jeff, nevermind that I've been stressing out and practising the song for the last three months so I sound at least somewhat perfect at the wedding. And for you, Jeff, letting her get away with all this?" She walked towards Jeff and stood eye to eye with him, showing no intimidation. "Fuck yourself," she whispered, seething and narrowing her eyes. "You deserve better than Candice, and the only other woman you ever wanted is Ness, and you're not doing a God damn thing about it."

Randy wrapped his arms around Ness's waist and held her clse to his body, his hands resting inside the front pocket of her sweatshirt. Where her neck was bare, he placed his lips upon it, giving her the sincerest and smallest kisses he could while she concentrated on what Lillian said during her outburst. "Let's go talk," he whispered, leaving kisses along the shell of her ear. Ness found his hand and linked her fingers through his, leading the way up to his guest room.

She allowed him in first and closed the door behind her, leaning against it for support while she looked down at the ground, not knowing what to say. Scared to look up at him, she watched as her toes alternated back and forth between the beat she had stuck in her head, praying for him to say something first. Anything.

His eyes stayed on her as he sat on the bed, wondering if she was going to move from her spot anytime soon. "Is there something you need to tell me?" he asked quietly, trying to ignore the image of him beating the hell out of Jeff Hardy that was replaying in his head. "You seem kind of..."

"Why don't you ever hold me?" she blurted out, finally looking up at him and placing her hands in her jean pockets. "You've held me once, and that was after we had a fight, but you never just...hold me. Just once, I want to feel your arms around me, and feel protected. Why can't you just be there in the morning? Do you know how much it sucks to wake up, and you're not here?"

Randy reached his arms forward and allowed Ness to come to him, wrapping her up secuerly around her waist and pulled her onto him for a kiss. When the kiss deepend, Ness pressed her hands against his chest, struggling to pull away from him as his strength around her became stronger. Her grunts of frustration went unnoticed, so she bit down on his lip until it drew blood, forcing him to break the kiss and sit up straight. "What the fuck!" he yelled, bringing a finger to his lip to see how bad it was bleeding. "Why did you do that?"

Ness crawled to the top of the bed and took her sweatshirt off, getting beneth the covers in her bra and jeans. "You weren't listening," she mumbled. "I didn't even want to kiss you."

"I didn't want to witness Lillian telling everyone that Jeff loves you," he snapped back, joining her under the covers and his attention to her. "If I find that anything happens with you and Hardy, or you with anyone..."

She shivered under the covers when she felt his arm go around her waist, and his bloody lips leaving a trail of kisses on her shoulder. The hand that was rested comfortably on her hip trailed across her stomach and down to the button of her jeans, which he undone expertly. "Stop it," she whispered, feeling his hand move down the front of her jeans and play with the top of her panties. "Randy," she mumbled, taking his hand from underneth the covers and throwing it to the side. "Hold me."

And with that, Randy wrapped his arms around her again and held her close to her chest, but she wasn't sure if it was where his hands were, or the position they were in...it didn't feel like last time.

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"That was...interesting," John commented as he poured a glass of orange juice for himself. Not long after Ness and Randy left, Candice and Jeff did the same, retreating to their room downstairs, leaving John and the pregnant Lillian by themselves in the kitchen. "Didn't expect that coming out of tiny ol' you."

Lillian shifted uncomfortable in the chair, making the fork spin on a plate filled with scrambled eggs and fried potatos. "I was...frustrated. Ness has only been looking out for herself lately, and her and Randy aren't getting along that well. All she wants to do is talk to Jeff about anything, but God forbid I might have a problem that I want to talk about."

John pulled her up and took her over to the couch in the living room, laying down on it and inviting her to lay with him. Smiling and taking a sip from the glass of orange juice he made sure he brought, she snuggled close to his muscular chest with her arms going around his defined stomach. "Jeff told me Candice doesn't want me to sing at their wedding anymore," she told him, keeping her voice low in case someone could hear them. "He said she found someone else..."

"What a bitch," John mumbled, his hand rubbing her back as if on habit. "You wrote that song and everything for them, did you tell Jeff that?"

"Candice doesn't care. She's planning the entire wedding. Who knows if we're even invited anymore, maybe they only want the top guys there or something..." he cut her off when he titled her chin up in his direction and kissed her, silencing the rest of her sentence. He could feel her grin against his lips when she kissed him back, her tongue slightly flicking at the closed entrance between them.

With a groan, John used all he strength to sit up, keeping his arms locked around Lillian while she moved with him and stradled his hips. Nuzzling her neck to the side, he nipped at the sensitive spot on her neck, gently, softly, enough for her to just barely feel it and tease her. Her delicate giggle from when he moved his hands up her shirt escaped from her mouth, followed by a quick gasp of his name. She felt him grind himself against her, feeling the grumble from the back of his throat released against his neck, and she gasped his name again. "John," she whispered," her hands pressed against his pecs, trying to push him back. "John, stop..."

"Lils? Are you OK?" She shook her head and covered her mouth with her hand, moving off of his lap. Making a mad dash to the kitchen, she stopped at the sink, gagging. Jumping off the couch, John ran to where she was, holding her hair back as she continued to throw up. "Does this happen a lot?" he whispered, turning the water on to clean out the sink.

"Every morning the last four days," she whispered as she leaned against the counter and slid all the way down to the ground. "John?" he stopped scrubbing the sink and looked down at the blond, waiting for her to continue. "I...I need to talk to you."

Dropping the cloth into the now clean sink, John sat on the ground with Lillian, putting an arm around her shoulders and allowing her to rest her head on his chest. "I've been thinking, since that whole fan thing..." she put her hand into her shorts pocket, struggling to get out the object. Finally pulling it out, she held it up for John to see, scared of the look on his face. "John, just hear me out," she began once she saw the serious look on his face.

"Lillian..."

"We're going to fake it," she explained, handing him the ring. "You said you'll be there for me, so when I have doctor appointments, and when we go shopping...we're going to pretend we're married."

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Jeff sat on the couch, his feet propped up on the coffee table in front of him and his guitar in his lap, gently playing it while Candice sat next to him. With her hair down and her white satin house coat loosely around her shoulders, she put the pen down in her wedding plans book, "baby," she whispered, twirling a piece of his hair around her finger. "I've made some more changes to the wedding..."

With a sigh, he set the guitar by the side of the couch and invited his fiancee to sit in his lap. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her on the cheek, "like what baby?"

"Well..." she picked up her book and opened it to a bookmarked page, "I talked to Hunter and Shawn, and they've agreed to be your best man and groomsmen...and I thought for our honeymoon..."

"My best man? Candy, Matt is my best man. Randy, John and Punk agreed to be my groomsmen..."

"Sweetie, this is better for your career. Having the top guys up there with you shows your serious about..."

"My career?!" he yelled, startling her from her spot on him. "This is our wedding day, and you're worried about my career?"

With a laugh and a roll of her eyes, Candice leaned against the arm rest of the couch. "And mine, Jeffey. That's why I have Stephanie as my maid of honor, and Mickie has my bridesmaid. Although, I can't stand that annoying laugh she has whenever she's around you...I think she's trying to steal you from me."

"Mickie wouldn't do that. She's my friend, she's been my friend since before I knew you. Candice, you just can't change things like this on me without discussing it with me first. This is our wedding day."

"Jeff, I'm doing this for you," she told him bluntly, pulling him close by the collar of his shirt and pressing her lips, harshly, against his. She nipped at his bottom lip, trying to get him to open up but he refused, not even pressing his lips to hers to kiss her back. "Baby," she whispered, her hands tracing the muscles through his shirt. "What's your problem?"

Standing up from the couch and standing in front of her, he cupped her face in his hand, looking down at her chocolate, brown eyes. "I want Lillian to sing our first dance."

"What? No, that's not happening. Absolutley not. Edguardo has a wonderful voi..."

"Candice! Let me make one descision about our wedding!" His yelling was heard throughout the house, causing John and Lillian to watch from the top of the stairs where Jeff and Candice couldn't see them. "She's worked hard on it, Candy. Just let her sing one song...please..."

Trailing her lips across his abdomen, she planted her kisses gently as she moved lower and lower, finally reaching his belt buckle and undoing it. "Jeff, I'm not having Lillian singing at our wedding. No more discussions." Removing the belt completely, she continued to let her lips go lower until he finally stepped back away from her. "Jeff? Jeffey, where are you going? We aren't done talking!" Candice shouted after him, standing up from the couch and wrapping her housecoat around her. "Jeff, I'm speaking to you!"

He continued to ignore her, making his way upstairs, past John and Lillian, to find Ness...

Only to find her safely in the arms of Randy.