Already a whole week had passed since the whole 'Lita caught cheating' thing, and Spring Break had began. Matt was allowed a three day period of grieving, then his friends were back on him, trying to make him happy, and it didn't bother him that much because it only showed that there still were people that cared about him.
They had all gone on a 'Child Day', which meant they went to the nearest Chuck E. Cheese and acted like children, even getting Mark and Kane to help on the ticket earning. And what did the whole group get for Matt? A guitar with a camo type paintjob, making the Hardy one of the most grateful people there. They had known he wanted music lessons for some time now, and maybe now it was possible.
"My sister, Kaitlyn, knows how to play guitar, Matt. Not much, but enough for you to rock out, if you'd like." Alex had told him, making him happy.
After that day of playing, Matt had fallen asleep hugging both the guitar and Daniel in the floor of Kane and Mark's house, which had been strewn with blankets as all the furniture was pulled back. The rest of the group slept all around them, all of them too tired to even try to snatch a sofa or a bed.
"What are ye thinkin' 'bout, love?" Sheamus asked as he sat down next to Mike, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him closer.
Right now they were seated in Evan's kitchen table, the group having moved from Mark's house to Evan's when all awoke. Evan, Jeff, and Daniel were cooking at the moment, while the rest of the group was on Matt duty, making sure he didn't get too sad.
"Just about everything that has happened... I still can't believe what Lita did." Mike answered, resting his head on Sheamus' shoulder.
The taller teen rubbed his arm, kissing his forehead, then told him, "Well, I can't say that I know what was passin' through the lasses mind, but at least she's kept a distance and hasn't tried ta wound us anymore."
Mike nodded, then smiled up at Sheamus as Evan gave him a dish. "Turkey bacon for Mikey." Evan told them, making Mike shake his head.
"I swear, with this group of friends I will never need my parents." Mike told them, then started eating on his pancakes, which he wasn't allowed to eat syrup with.
But that didn't bother him much, seeing how the strong scent of the syrup made him sick for some reason or the other. Sheamus was given his plate after Mike and the couple fell into a pleasant silence as the 'chefs' took the rest of the food out for the rest of their friends.
"Sheamus?" Mike asked suddenly, halfway through their meal.
Sheamus looks down at him, only to see a half pouting Mike. "What's wrong, love?"
"I feel like I've neglected you these past days." Mike states, making Sheamus smile tenderly.
"With all that's been goin' on, Miz, an' the fact ye have life inside of ye, I didn't really expect ye ta wait on me hand an' foot." Sheamus told him honestly, feeling somewhat relieved that Mike would even tell him this.
"Well, I know, but we haven't really spoken in a long time. So... I was wondering..." Mike gulped, mentally kicking himself for being so nervous, "If you'd- uh..."
"If I'd what?" Sheamus smiled at him, actually finding Mike's nervousness both cute and endearing.
"If you'd go out on a date?" Mike finished, looking at him with big hopeful eyes.
Sheamus smiled at the look he got from Mike and nodded. "Of course, Mizzy. Of course." Then he leaned down and kiss Mike's lips softly, feeling content with his life at the moment.
"Good, it's my turn to treat you." Mike told him, then went back to eating, leaving Sheamus puzzled as to what that could mean.
"See? I told you you would love it, Sheamus!" Mike said as soon as he took his hands off of Sheamus' eyes, making the teen's eyes widen in shock.
They were in the beach, in the Shack more specifically, and it was completely light up with Christmas lights, tiki lamps, and complete with Chris Jericho wearing a Hawaiian shirt and shorts, along with a bow tie.
"Welcome, Sheam-O." Chris told him, holding a tray of drinks with one hand while the other was behind his back. "Hope you know that I'm so going to use whatever you say against you."
Sheamus smiled at him while shaking his head, then allowed Mike to lead him to a table that had one candle in the middle, two plates set, and rose petals scattered all around.
"Ye did this all fer me, lad?" Sheamus asked, smiling down at the blushing Mike.
"Well, yeah... I mean, I've kind of been neglecting you this past few days, and you deserve to be spoiled, at least once." Mike told him, sitting him down then sitting down in front of him.
"And what will the lovely couple be having this fine evening?" Chris asked, setting down a glass water in front of each teen.
"I don't know, what are your suggestions?" Mike asked, smiling goofily as Chris smiled down at them.
"Well, we have our delicious hamburger, our fries, we have some shish-kebabs; which I do not want to make; fish tacos; which I do not want to make either; nuggets; not want to make; and some tacos, which I do not want to make." Chris told them, smiling happily.
Sheamus shook his head at Chris' laziness, and looked at Mike, who was also smiling. "I don't know, Jericho, maybe me an' Mikey'll be havin' some fish tacos."
Chris glared at him, then put his fingers to his ear and gasped in shock, "Oh, I'm sorry, Sheamus, but the kitchen just ran out of fish and anything that isn't hamburgers or french fries," Then he leaned in close to Sheamus, still glaring, "And just be happy we have that."
Sheamus growled at him, then Mike placed a hand on both their chests and pushed Chris back. "I think we'll be having the burgers, Chris."
The man nodded and smirked, then turned around and whistled as he walked into the kitchen, leaving Sheamus frowning and shaking his head.
"How does he even have a job?" He asked, then turned back to Mike, who was smiling dreamily at him. "What?"
"Nothing... Just, you know... Me thinking." Mike told him, which made Sheamus smile and grasp the smaller's hand.
"What about?"
Then the Irish teen started stroking Mike's thumb with his own, making him sigh contentedly. "Just how good a father you will be."
Sheamus now gave him a toothy smile, happy that Mike thought that. "You thought of any names yet?"
Mike nodded, then chuckled as Chris swore in the kitchen, cursing about oil being too hot and not good enough to touch him. "Actually, yeah. But I want to hear your suggestions first."
Sheamus smiled at him, brought his hand up to his lips and kissed it, then said, "Charlie if he's a boy, and Jazz if she's a girl."
This managed to puzzle Mike, who cocked his head to the side, "Why's that?"
"So we can call him Chewie or Chewbacca and her Jasmine."
Mike only stared at him, not even able to come up with a glare at his boyfriend's stupidity, then asked, "Have you been watching movies again? Star Wars and Aladdin?"
Sheamus chuckled at his tone, shaking his head, and said, "Nah, love, I was kiddin'. I'll just be content letting ye pick the names."
Mike then smiled at him, leaned over and pecked him on the lips, then straightened up as Chris walked up with two plates of hamburgers. He set Mike's down gingerly, actually happy to serve the young man, and all but threw Sheamus'.
"You're fault I now got burnt." He said as soon as Sheamus opened his mouth to protest, showing him the burnt hand.
"Doesn't mean ye have ta be a jerk, Jericho!" Sheamus told him, crossing his arms as soon as Mike sent him a glare.
"Thank you for the food, Chris. And thank you for helping me set this up." Mike told him, smiling up at the man.
Chris nodded, then grumbled, "You're welcome, Mike. It's not like I completely hate Sheamus."
Mike laughed at this, then said, "Still, thank you."
And with that Chris left, leaving the couple to enjoy their meal in peace and quiet. That is, until he screamed, "You better not try to make a baby out there!" Making them laugh out loud.
Yeah, life is good for them.
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