A/N: So, I haven't written this in a while because I... how do I put this... Absolutely despise the Hardyz? But I figured I'd give this a shot because my friend is still waiting for HER installment of this with the over-rated Jeffrey Nero. So here ya go, assholes—some shitty writing for some shitty wrestlers.

When we got home from New York, I walked into an empty house. After everything was said and done, I realized I had walked out on my family and friends with a bad attitude. Jeff and Jill's room was still lived in, but the bed was made and some of their stuff was gone.

They'd either went to stay at Shan's, or a motel.

I guessed the first, and found myself pounding on his front door.

He opened it was an expressionless face.

It was then I decided I'd really fucked up. "Hey, man."

He said nothing.

I cleared my throat. "Mind if I... Mind if I come in?"

He looked over his shoulder, leaning on the door frame. "Why?"

I tried to see past him, but he moved. "Are Jill and Jeff here?"

"Could be."

"I need to talk to all of ya." My voice sounded pathetic, but I would've done anything for them to forgive me. "Can I please come in?"

Shan sighed and stepped back, nodding after a few seconds as he let go of the door handle. "Sure," he said on a breath, and turned to go back into the house.

I followed him into the backyard, where Jill and Jeff were sitting at the edge near the diving board, both legs in the water. Kyle was playing with Chloe in the shallow end, and everyone looked up at me—except Jeff—when I slowly shut the screen door.

Kyle smiled wearily. "High Voltage."

I nodded at her, then looked at Jill. She was holding Jeff's hand and glaring at me in that way of hers; she made me want to crawl under a rock and die.

Shan held his hand out to me. "Matt Hardy, ladies and gentlemen."

I nodded again. "I deserve that."

"You deserve an ass whoopin'," Jill bit.

"I deserve that, too."

"Well, don't mind if I—"

Jeff reached up calmly and placed a hand on Jill's stomach, keeping her on the ground. "Jill, the baby."

Jill looked at him, then settled back.

I sighed. "Would ya guys be willin' to forgive a guilty man?"

"I don't see a man," Jill hissed.

I narrowed my eyes, just slightly. "I don't think I deserved that."

"But we deserved everythin' you said to us." Her eyes sizzled. "Right, Matt?"

I scrubbed my hands over my face. "I came here to apologize."

"It's too late." She looked away. "Ya fuckin' jerk off."

"Jill, the baby," Jeff reminded her monotonously.

"What? It can't hear!"

"Don't get worked up, it's not good for it."

"Neither is its uncle." Jill looked angry as hell, but her eyes were glassy. "How can you just stand there and pretend like what you said didn't hurt us?"

"Of course I know it hurt you! That's why I'm apologizin' to ya."

"This is an apology? Standin' there like the fuckin' asshole you are. Tell me—did ya have fun in New York?" She tried to get up again but Jeff held her down. "Did ya?"

I shrugged after a moment. "It was a funeral. How fun could that be?"

"Aw, I'm sorry." Jill looked over at Shan. "Hey, Shannon. Did ya have fun with Jeff and Shane at Fantasy Lake while Kyle had her Bridal Shower?"

He nodded. "Yeah."

"Oh, wonderful! Hey, honey." She touched Jeff's shoulder. "Did ya have fun at the doctor's yesterday?"

Jeff just stared ahead, tanned face accented with tinted shades.

"Hm. I don't think he did, Matt." She finally looked at me again. "I don't think he did, because while you were at your girlfriend's fiance's funeral, your brother was at the doctor, being told that his eyesight is permanently lost."

My heart dropped. My stomach turned.

I felt my eyes tighten. "Really?"

"Really." Jill crossed her arms. "Asshole. You're a fuckin' asshole."

Jeff shushed her quietly, putting his arm around her back.

"Okay." I swallowed the lump in my throat. "I deserved that."

"Just remember this, retard, we're your fuckin' family. When this bitch tears your heart out and kicks it to the curb with her New York stilettos, we're gonna be here waitin' to pick up the pieces of your pathetic life."

I nodded. "I know."

"And another thing—"

Jeff held her back. "Please calm down."

She sighed, running her fingers down his face.

I looked at Shan. "Anythin' you want to say?"

"You're a fuckin' asshole."

"Okay."

"You hurt a lot of people doin' the stupid shit you do."

"I know that." I paused, but Shan said nothing. "Anythin' else?"

He nodded. "Yeah."

And before I knew it, Shannon had pushed against my chest. I lost my footing, and saw his smiling face right before I hit the water.

He was laughing when I came up sputtering.

"Are we even?" I asked breathlessly.

"Not even close." He nodded. "Hope your phone still works."

"We need somethin' to do," Shan grumbled, lifting his drunken head from Kyle's shoulder.

"What're we gonna do?"

"Let's have a cage match." He tried to push himself off the couch, but he gave up, practically laying across her lap. "It'll be a good way to kick the shit out of you."

I smiled slightly. "Where?"

"In the backyard."

I shook my head. "I don't want to get up."

"But this is borin' as all hell." Shan yawned. "I might as well just go on upstairs."

"Then do that."

Shan grinned up at Kyle. "Or we could just bang. And then I can go to sleep."

She rolled her eyes and pushed him over, watching him fall onto the ground. She glanced soberly at me. "He's such a fucking dead-weight."

I nodded. "He'll probably just slip into a coma."

"Let's hope so."

Jill came back into the room with Jeff, pulling him along to sit next to me on the couch. She looked up at me, then at him. "Wow. I'm in the middle of a Hardy sandwich."

"That's a mighty tasty one," I grinned.

She pushed me slightly, but then she tensed up.

I narrowed my eyes at her. "Jill?"

She let out a breath and pressed her hand to her back. "Huh?"

"You all right, sugar?"

Jeff looked up. "What's the matter?"

Jill shook her head, teeth baring. "I'm fine. Really."

"You don't look fine." I frowned when her jaw clenched. "Are ya havin' pains?"

"Jill? What kind of pains?" Jeff turned toward her, gently finding her shoulders. "Where are they? Lean back, honey, lean on me."

"When you're not strooo-ooong," Shan crooned into the carpet, but Kyle kicked him before he could continue.

Jill let out another heavy breath. "I'm fine, Jeff. Seriously. I think I just pulled somethin' in my—" Her teeth snapped shut, and her other hand touched her belly. "Shit, now it's over here."

"Okay. Okay." I swallowed thickly, standing up. "Okay, Jill, we're gonna take you to the hospital."

Jeff's head shot in the direction of my voice. "Hospital? What the hell you gettin' at, Matt?"

"I think Jill's havin' contractions."

"Contractions?"

"Yeah." I pulled Jill up into my arms. "Lord, you're sweatin'."

"Matt, Matt, ow ow ow!" She fell back onto the couch. "Ow! Don't fuckin' move me. I can't move. It hurts so bad."

"Jill? Jill?" Jeff's voice was so choked, so watery. His eyes were glazed more than usual. "Jill, breathe, honey. Come on. You're gonna be okay."

"Jeff, what if it's—"

He shushed her quietly.

"Shit. I'm callin' an ambulance." I dug into my pocket. "Where the fuck is my phone?"

Kyle frowned. "Kitchen table maybe? Where did you put it after you got out of the pool?"

"I think you're right." I went into the kitchen and saw it there, blinking like it usually did when I had a message. I picked it up and scanned my calls, frowning when there were at least ten from Darcy. I went back into the living room. "Hey, did you hear my phone ringin'?"

Kyle shook her head, now bent over Jill too. "I didn't hear a thing."

I shrugged, then dialed 911.

Jill screamed and grabbed her stomach, jerking away so hard that Jeff practically flipped off the couch. He landed on the ground and just lost it, bending into himself with his arms over his head.

"Jeff, it's gonna be all right," I assured him, but he didn't break that position. I bent down with my phone still pressed to my ear and touched his shoulder. "Jeff, just try and console her."

"What can I do? I can't see where's she hurtin', what she's doin'." He shrunk away from me, face still buried against his knees. "I'm useless."

I sighed, hanging up. "They put me on hold. Fuck it, we're goin' by ourselves."

"You can't drive, Matt, you're drunk."

I shook my head. "Nah, Kyle, I'm just buzzed."

"No." Jeff snatched my arm with a quick and tight grip, face scrunched in anger. "You're not takin' my fuckin' wife in a car if you're buzzed."

"Wife?"

Jeff growled. "You're not puttin' her life on the line. I won't let you. I can't do anythin' to help her but she's not goin' in a car with you. She's too valuable."

I smiled slightly, then looked at Kyle. "Can ya drive her?"

She nodded. "Yeah. Of course."

"I'm goin' too." Jeff stood up, bumping into the coffee table slightly. He grabbed me to balance himself. "Help me out there."

"Here, wait. Kyle, take Jeff. I'm gonna pick Jill up."

Kyle nodded and started for the door, pulling Jeff's arm gently. I bent down over Jill and tried my hardest to smile into her tight and red face. "Darlin'? I'm gonna pick ya up, okay?"

She nodded weakly, eyes leaking with tears. She gasped slightly and bit my bicep once I held her, trying her hardest not to scream as I went out to the car.

"Jeff says put her head in his lap." Kyle shut the back door and pointed to the other side. "So put her in over there. You're coming with us, right?"

"Yeah. What about Shan?"

"He's fine," she said distractedly. "I'll be right back, I need to grab Chloe."

"Okay." I folded myself into the back and tried to place Jill as softly as I could, but she still hissed out a breath once I got out. "She all right?"

Jeff pushed her sweaty hair away from her face. "She's breathin' so heavy, Matt."

"She's gon' be okay. Just keep her calm."

I closed the door and went to the front seat. My pocket started vibrating, and I grabbed it, quickly sticking my hand in to fish it out. "Hello?"

"Matt?"

I frowned, pressing my finger to my other ear. "Darcy?"

"Matt!" There was a lot of commotion in the background. "Matt, why haven't you been answering?"

"I haven't had my phone with me."

"Oh, God"—static—"Matt, my"—static—"Matt!"

"Darce?" I looked at the screen, making sure her call was still there. "I can barely hear ya."

"Matt, you need to come over here!"

"Darcy, I can't right now. Jill's—"

"Matt, it's serious!"

I paused. "Are ya cryin'?"

"Matt, I—"

I checked the phone again. "Darce, I can't hear ya."

"Matt, you need to come here. Please!"

"Darcy, I can't. Jill's going into—"

"Matt, you have to!"

"Darcy, I can't! I'll try to be there as fast as I can, but I can't come over right now. Just watch a movie or somethin'. I'll be there—"

"Matt, I can't!"

I rolled my eyes. "Why not?"

"Because my house burned down."

A/N: DUN DUN DUN. Twist. Time for Matt to battle his morals. Review.