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Love Is Insane And Baby We Are Too

Chapter 25: Butterfly Kisses

"Dad! We're hoooome!" Jeff yelled into the house, even though Gil was probably downstairs or out back and couldn't hear him anyway. Jeff, Amy and I piled into the house with our luggage dragging behind us and the dogs jumping all over us. It was about eight in the morning. We took an overnight flight and got a decent amount of sleep. Matt, Shannon and Shane would all be back late tonight after their taping in Orlando. Technically, it will probably be tomorrow morning. Same deal.

"I'm gonna take a nap in Matt's room," Amy yawned and stretched before climbing upstairs, dragging her bags with her. Jeff fell onto the couch and grabbed me around the waist, pulling me down with him. His hands wandered and he tried to get grabby but I pulled away.

"What?" he asked, a little confused.

"I smell. I'm gonna take a shower." Jeff grinned and sat me up on his lap.

"Mmm, I'll come." I laughed and pushed him into the back of the couch.

"Boy, you better not talk like that in front of me again," a rough voice said from the stairwell. Both Jeff and I jumped and I leapt off his lap when I saw Gil coming upstairs.

Busted.

I gnawed my lower lip and tapped my fingertips together, feeling my heart in my throat as Gil stood before us, hands crossed over his chest. I held my breath when Jeff stood up and wrapped an arm around my waist.

I'm just so unsure of what everyone will think about this seemingly unnatural relationship between Jeff and I. Really, it's not like our constant bickering was a secret. I know Gil likes me, but will he still like me when I'm dating his son? A million thoughts along these lines were running through my mind.

To my surprise, Gil snorted. "Ain't surprised," was all he said through a chuckle before walking up to Jeff and giving his son a hug. "Hurt her boy and I ain't holdin' your brother back." Jeff just laughed at his dad and Gill gave me a hug. "Don't suppose you told your Daddy?" I shook my head and looked at Gil wide-eyed. Gil laughed again. "Where's Amy? Thought she was comin' home with ya'll."

"She's sleeping upstairs," I told Gil, sitting down on the couch and flicking the TV on while Jeff's dog Jack jumped onto my lap. Jeff plopped down next to me.

"Alright. I'm gonna go get the grill started. Few of my fishin' buddies are comin' by tonight. You kids must be sick of eatin' all that catered crap," he muttered, walking into the kitchen to head into the backyard.

I dropped my head onto Jeff's shoulder and sighed with a smile on my face. Well now the only person I have to worry about being unhappy with this relationship is my dad. I know Sara will be happy and I already talked to my mom this morning, who was happy as well, though she still hasn't gotten to meet Jeff yet.

A hand brushed through my hair and I sighed. I'm so happy. I haven't been this happy in ages. How many girls actually get to date their 'celebrity' crush? I do. Sure there was a mild I-can't-stand-that-fucking-prick phase but the attraction was still there. Just… hiding.

"I gotta take you somewhere… real special this week, before we go back on the road," Jeff randomly said as we watched TV. "Don't ask cause I'm not tellin' ya where." I scoffed. It's pretty lame that he already knew what I was going to ask.

I got away with it for two days. Only two though. I don't know who told him, but someone showed him pictures that had gotten on the internet in some wrestling forums. It was all over Wikipedia and every wrestling fansite on the internet. Jeff Hardy and Xanadu Calaway are a real life couple. Pictures to prove it. Some even showed up online from last night when Jeff, Matt, Amy and I went out to eat lunch in town. Sneaky people.

And now I was in trouble. Lots of trouble. Dad was bitching. "How long has this been goin' on? Does your mama know? Why the hell didn't I know? You tell Sara first too? I'm your father! He's too damn old for you! What's a guy that much older want from ya? I'll tell what he wants! You're a little girl to him!" Blah, blah, blah. At this point I'm just fed up with hearing it. I held my cell phone to my ear, looking completely bored as Jeff sat close to me, a frown on his face while he strained to hear my dad's rambling. "Put him on the phone."

That woke me up.

"No way Dad!" He must think I'm retarded. "So you can yell at him and scare him away?"

"Real men don't run away. A twenty year old girl that's mature enough to date a thirty year old should know that." Ugh, he is so pissing me off right now. But I'm not going to pull a fit. I'm mature. I'm mature. I'm mature damn it!

I thrust the phone towards Jeff and he looked a little horrified before he took it and hesitantly answered. "Hello sir… no sir… no sir… yes sir… of course sir…" That's basically what Jeff said for the next five minutes before he left the room with my phone.

-Jeff's POV-

"Sir, I mean no disrespect what so ever, but X is a big girl. Give her some credit. She's not stupid. She dated a young guy, and he two-timed her the entire time. I'm not sayin' I'm perfect, but I've had feeling's for her for a while now, that I tried denyin' cause she is a lot younger then me and a lot less experienced, but it doesn't matter. I'd never go behind her back, ever. I love her and I'm gonna take good care of her. As a man, I give you my word that if anyone ends up hurt in this relationship, it's gonna be me."

My heart pounded in my chest when there was only silence on the other line. Then he cleared his throat. I sighed and leaned against the hallway wall. "I'm trustin' you with my daughter Hardy. One wrong move boy, and you're gonna have ta deal with me in the ring, and we both know I can get the match."

"Yes sir. I promise I will treat her with nothin' but respect and love."

"Put my girl back on the phone boy." I grinned to myself as I went back into my room to give X the phone. She raised her eyebrows when she saw me smiling. 'We won,' I mouthed, which made her smile too.

-X's POV-

"Hey, stop for a second," Jeff said the next day while we were up in his room making out. I moved a little away from him and looked confused when he sat up. "Remember I said I wanted to take you somewhere special?"

"Yesss," I answered. I'd actually forgotten all about it, but now that he mentions it…

"I think now is the right time."

The drive was only a few minutes. I was a little unsure of what was going on when Jeff drove his car through the crossroads of a graveyard. Even though it was December, North Carolina was about seventy degrees. Jeff turned the car off and pulled the keys out, exhaling and staring straight ahead of him. This is the special place?

"Jeff?" I had to break him out of the little trance he was in after a few minutes. My curiosity was getting the best of me. He glanced over at me and smiled, brushing his thumb over my hand.

"Come on," he instructed me before he got out of the car. I opened my door and climbed out, finding Jeff waiting for me and offering me his hand. He held my hand, leading me through the well-maintained cemetery. Jeff finally stopped in front of a statue of an angel. I looked to the bottom and read the words engraved at the base in my head.

'Ruby Moore Hardy
Devoted wife
Loving mother
An angel then and now'

I looked at Jeff who seemed to be looking at the engraving as well. "This is my mom," Jeff said softly. I didn't really know what to say. I knew Matt and Jeff lost their mom when they were really young, but the two didn't really talk about her all that often. Gil brought her up now and again and there were photographs around the house, but I didn't know much about her.

"Mom, this is Xanadu." I felt a little uncomfortable as Jeff continued to talk to his mother. "I told ya about her before. We're together now. I think Matt's a little uncomfortable with it, but he'll deal." Jeff chuckled a little and the looked at me. He wrapped his arm around me and ran his hand up and down my arm. I know he wouldn't ask me to do it, but I knew he wanted me to talk.

"Uhm, hi Mrs. Hardy. Your sons are… two of the most amazing people I've ever met. And I love them both very much. In different ways obviously." Jeff laughed a little and sat down on the grass, urging me to sit too by tugging my hand.

An hour passed as Jeff and I talked to his mother. He told her about what he did to Randy and how he almost got in a lot of trouble for it. About how he had to convince my dad to let us be together. Basically, he told her all about how our relationship happened. By the time it seemed as though he'd run out of things to say, the sun was setting.

A butterfly flew over to us, landing on the nose of the angel. Jeff and I both watched it flutter before it flew and landed on my hand, which was resting in my lap, I slowly moved my hand up so the orange, black and yellow insect was eye level. It's wings moved back and forth before it took off again, and landed on Jeff's shoulder.

"She always sends butterflies," Jeff mumbled, more to himself then me I think. He looked at the creature and smiled softly. "Love you too mom," he muttered and the butterfly flew off into the distance. Chills ran through my body as a breeze blew softly through our hair. The idea that Jeff's mother might have actually sent that butterfly as a messenger amazed me. "Yeah, I thought the same thing. But it's always the same colors. It might even be the same butterfly. I swear, every time I come, it comes too. Matt and Dad see it too, so it ain't just me." He shrugged at his own words and stood up, brushing grass and dirt off his pants before lifting me off the ground with his strong hand.

We walked back to the car in a comfortable silence and headed back to the house. "I hope you don't think I'm weird or anytihn'."

"Why would I think it's weird? It's nice that you still have a connection with your mother." I smiled at Jeff and he glanced at me out of the corner of his eye.

"You know, I've never taken anyone there before. Matt's taken Amy, but I've never been there with anyone but Dad and Matt. You mean a lot to me." His hand found mine and he squeezed it gently.

I sighed and smiled, squeezing his hand back. "I love you."