Chapter Twenty-five Disclaimer: I make no claims to either of the Hardys, their friends, family, or employers in any way, shape, or form. I also do not own any products mentioned in this story, unless I've magically become super rich overnight, LMAO. All characters are real and are their own property, with the exceptions of Krys, Alexandra Calloway, Katrynne Jacobs, and Kira Summers-Orton. Thanks for not suing me.

"What do you mean, you're in labor?" Matt cried. "The baby's not supposed to be due for another two weeks!"

"I thought you were a genius, Matt! Babies can come whenever they think it's time! And right now, I think it's time, so someone please get me to a fucking hospital!"

Krys' words to him rang in Matt's head as he escorted Krys from the doctor's office. "So, you're sure you're fine now?" he asked as he helped her back into Jeff's Jeep. "You're not hurting anymore, or whatever?"

"Dear Lord," Krys grumbled with a roll of her eyes as he helped her into the front seat. "Yes, Matt, I'm fine. The doctor only said it was false labor, brought about by stress. The baby's still healthy and all that other shite, so stop bugging me about it."

"Do you need anything?"

"Other than a warm bed and some nice fluffy pillows, nothing I can think of." She looked at her reflection in the side mirror as she spoke, then cried out.

"WHAT?" Matt cried, his face turning pale. "Is it the baby? Are you in labor?"

"I'm FAAAAAAAT!" she whined, covering her face with her hands. "Don't look at me, Matt, I'm fat, bloated, and ugly. I can hardly see my swelling feet, and I'm whining of all things! Oh, God, get this thing out of me; it has me whining!"

"Are you sure you're not Jewish?" Matt asked sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

"Piss off," she said with a glare. "Just take me home. I wanna lay down."

With a sigh, he turned the keys in the ignition, and pulled out of the parking lot. Man, I'll be so happy once she has this baby…

Back at Krys' house…

"Is she alright?"

"Did she have the baby yet?"

"Matt, did you really make her go into labor?"

Questions barraged the two from their friends as they walked through the doors back to Krys' house. Kat and Jeff had disappeared off into some unknown place, and Alex and Jason stood up from the sofa when the door opened.

Matt ushered Krys inside. "She's fine, guys," Matt said, helping her to a seat on the sofa. "It was just false labor, brought on by a lot of stress."

"I can see why," Alex commented. "You and Jeff arguing upstairs in her room, right in front of her…it couldn't have been too good on her. If I was in her shoes, I'd be coming back from false labor myself."

Jason did a double take. "WHAT? Are you pregnant?"

Alex elbowed him in the ribs, and smirked triumphantly when he yelped in pain. "You'd only hope for so much." Jason grinned sheepishly, and Alex rolled her eyes. "Anyway, so what now?"

"Matt and I had a talk," Krys said. "In the car on the way back from the hospital. We decided that it would be best for the baby if Matt had an active role in his son's life. It's never healthy for a child to grow up without a male influence in their life, so, even if we're not together, Matt and I made plans to make sure that he had the baby with him certain times, and me other times."

"So…how are you gonna work it out?"

"Well…" Matt started. "We settled on Krys moving with me to Cameron for the first two years of his life, that way, we can have him around, and he'll still have a positive male influence in his life. Then, once he's past the two year old mark, we might just share partial custody of him. I really don't want to fight her over this. And I think it's for the best for little Matty in the long run."

For a second, Krys nodded, then her head swung around to meet Matt's. "What did you just say?"

"Us sharing little Matty is best for him…"

"Oh, no, Matthew, his name is not going to be Matty. I don't want my son to be a heartbreaker, just like his father." Though she had a scolding tone, her eyes sparkled mischievously, and Matt knew she was only teasing him.

"Krys, we've been through this. I thought we settled on Matthew Moore Hardy, Jr."

"No. YOU did, I didn't settle on that nasty old name."

"HEY! Matthew happens to be a very classy name. It's in the Bible." Matt puffed himself up, seemingly offended.

"Oh, lord, they're at it again," Jason said, rolling his eyes. Alex chuckled.

"Jay, they're only teasing each other. Look." She pointed at the two, who were now engaged in mock arguing, which turned into a staring contest, then turned into a giggle fest, until both were literally leaning on one another on the sofa, laughing themselves silly.

"You two are weird," Jason said, steering Alexandra into the kitchen, leaving Krys and Matt to their alone time.

While Alex and Jay were in the kitchen, Krys was still chuckling from her fake argument with Matt. "I miss us having fun like this," she whispered, leaning her head on his shoulder. "Just those days where you, me, Jeff and Amy would sit around in a hotel room, get piss drunk, and tell each other some stupid ass jokes."

"I miss that, too," he commented, moving to wrap his left arm around her shoulders. "I miss those days where we'd all go into the woods and do the Cleansing on New Year's Eve, and just talking till sunrise. Then we'd all go back to my house, and cook a big breakfast for us, Adam and Jay, Lex and Kat, Ember and my dad, and just sit around and talk. Whatever happened to those days, when we didn't have a care in the world, except to just wrestle and have fun?"

She took a deep breath, smiling softly when he began stroking her arm. "I guess all the fun died out once they split up Team Xtreme." For a moment, neither spoke, then Krys asked, "Matt?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm gonna head upstairs, and take a nap. I'm a little tired from everything that happened today."

He nodded and stood up. "Do you need me to-"

"No, thanks. I'm fine." She stood up, and waddled over to the stairs. Just the sight of Krys, with her hand on her belly preparing to walk up the stairs, had Matt smiling at the mere thought of her moving into his home to raise their son.

"I just wanna tell you…" As soon as the words left Matt's mouth, Krys turned from the top of the stairs to look at him curiously.

"Tell me what, Matt?"

Matt took his time answering. "…You look really beautiful, Krys. You couldn't look any more beautiful than you do right now."

She smiled down at him, then moved back to the bottom of the stairs to press a feather light kiss to his forehead. "Thank you, Matt. I really appreciate it."