Thanks for the support girls! I am really sorry to Tierney, I promised the two parties would be in the one chapter, but it has ended up being much longer than expected so the original one chapter has now been split into three, just so I'm not trying to overload one chapter with two much happening.

Anyway I hope you enjoying as always.

PS Sinfully Delicious Lol- you made me laugh :shifty eyes: I think you may be right about that. xD

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Chapter Thirty-Seven

Dylan blinked a few times, trying to get her bearings. It was clear that she was in Alex's lounge room still. They hadn't moved from the beanbags either. She smiled slightly thinking about how from now here on out, she wasn't going to be able to look at someone straight when they actually did sit on these things. Sabin especially. At that she actually snorted, trying to hold back her laughter. "Mm- what's so amusing?"

She shifted and looked over her shoulder to find Alex rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Just thinking about how after last night whenever someone else is on these beanbags, I'm gonna remember last night quite vividly," she told him.

He chuckled and tightened his arm round her beneath the rug he had dragged over them earlier before she'd fallen asleep. It wasn't overly large and covered her more so than it did him. "Yeah, I'm gonna laugh whenever that does occur," he replied, kissing her cheek softly.

"I feel lazy, but I like it," she remarked, rolling over and laying an arm over his neck as she kissed him gently. "Mm, what's the time anyway?"

He reached up and found his phone, checking the time. "Ah- three twenty," he answered before tossing his phone back onto the couch. "Damn- so much time to occupy."

Dylan laughed at the look on his face before she sat up and grabbed her underwear. Alex asked her what she was doing. "Getting dressed and heading to the bed, its comfy and at least there is enough blankets then to share, unless you wanna stay out here on these," she explained as she crawled from off the bean bags and shivered slightly at how cold it was. She grabbed her clothes and then saw Alex still laying there and quickly snatched up his clothes. "Hey Mr. Shelley?"

"Mmm?" he inquired, lifting his head to look at her. Seeing her standing there holding his clothes, Alex sat up. "Dylan? Can I have my clothes? My boxers?"

She smirked and shook her head at him slowly heading back for the hallway. "If you want them, you're gonna have to get them when you catch me," she said to him. Alex got up, holding the small rug round his waist as he asked for his boxers back, slightly more demanding this time.

Dylan still refused. Alex pulled a face but chuckled when she disappeared round the corner and right for his bedroom. "Dylan!" He followed her and ended up having the door shut on him. "Come on, open the door, please, or I swear when I get my hands on you-"

"You threaten, I won't ever open it up," she replied through the door and he growled.

This teasing was all good fun but he would have loved to have been the one doing the teasing and not the other way round as it currently were.

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Dylan smiled as she heard Alex whisper a please but ignored him, dropping his clothes on the floor by the door and walking over to the where his ring vest was lying over the back of the chair and picked it up. "Dyl, you're going to have to explain to my mother why we are not there at nine o'clock tomorrow as to why we aren't there, cause I will keep you in bed for that long if it means teaching ya not to pull fast ones on me."

Smiling she told him it was already unlocked. The door opened and Alex stepped over the clothes walking straight for her. Dylan squeaked and quickly crawled over the bed, only Alex caught her foot and dragged her back to him with one tug. She looked up at him when he pinned her down and told her that wasn't nice playing games on him like that.

She lifted one shoulder and leaned up to catch his lower lip between her teeth playfully. Alex pushed her back into the bed, his mouth moulding over hers in a passionate kiss. "We might need to get some sleep, but I need a shower," she said. Alex chuckled and agreed before pulling himself up and picking her up, carrying her to the bathroom which made her giggle at how sweet he could be without even needing any prompting.

He set her down and Dylan slid her arms around his waist as he reached over to run the bath. There was a strong sense of security whenever she was in contact with him and Dylan had become almost addicted to the feeling. It kept her feeling like she wasn't being watched constantly by everyone and being judged.

"I love you," she whispered. He looked down and smiled widely at her, sliding his hand into hers slowly as he leaned down to kiss her.

"Ditto." That made her smile sweetly as he pulled back.

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Alex rested back in the bath with Dylan against his chest. She squeezed the wash cloth in her hands before tossing it away and sighing heavily. "You okay?" he asked, trailing a hand up and down her arm.

"Yeah, I was just thinking about tomorrow," she answered.

He grimaced slightly. "Mom is a little on the conservative side and generally plans these damn barbecues every chance she gets, we really have to be there at nine cause she whatever time she says means be there an hour before that. There will be a ton of people there, just forewarning you," he told her.

Dylan glanced round at him for a second. "I'll make sure to dress conservatively then," she said and he chuckled before kissing her.

"Aw, but I love the leather and combat boots," he teased. She laughed and shook her head. "Oh well, better to keep on mom's good side. And while we're on the subject of parents what about yours?"

She shut her eyes and sighed heavily before she spoke: "Its better you never meet them. I doubt they would want to know anything, about us, you, and me especially; I haven't talked to my mother since she left me with dad when I was eleven and haven't seen or heard from dad since I was sixteen and I moved to NC to live with Matt."

"Sorry, but I would like to meet them- when we are allowed to let everyone in on the news," he admitted.

Dylan looked round at him and bit her lower lip. "That's the problem, when we let this out, I'm afraid that they might be hounded by the press, hence why I never tell about the parents, if I leave them out of my life, I am saved having them in the same room as each other and me," she stated, and reached up to rubbed his cheek. "Otherwise I would love to take you to meet them."

He kissed her palm and said it was okay, least now he knew the truth. "I wanna know all there is to know about ya, from the first word and up," he murmured, leaning his cheek against hers. She smiled widely and said she would tell him as much as he wanted to know, but not until after the barbecue and they had the chance alone and were able to be completely relaxed as there was a lot to tell.

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When morning came, Dylan woke up to find herself alone in bed. The sound of Alex singing though made her smile and stretch out beneath the sheets. Sitting up, she looked round and remembered that her clothes were in the guest room. Getting out of bed, she grabbed Alex's robe from off the back of the bathroom door and wrapped it round herself. Padding down the hallway, she saw Alex in the kitchen and ducked into the guest room.

Finding probably her most conservative pieces of clothing in her wardrobe, Dylan dragged on the pair of baggy jeans and a white singlet. Searching through her things, she had the choice between a red and white baseball tee shirt or her Detroit Hockey jersey. She went with a cream deep plunging v-neck shirt which hugged her and had three quarter length sleeves before pulling on and picking up a black vest which she left open, dropping her jersey back onto her suitcases. Grabbing her favourite white belt, Dylan fixed it into the loops before heading for the kitchen, pulling her shirt down a little. She said good morning to Alex before leaning up and kissing him lightly as he turned to look at her. "Mm, good morning," he hummed in reply. "Hungry?"

She shook her head. "Not really, but I have to eat something," she answered, opening the fridge.

"Toast," he suggested with a smile as he watched her before looking back at the small television sitting at one end of the kitchen table.

"With peanut butter," she added.

He huffed and she looked at him, quirking an eyebrow at him. "You're meant to have peanut butter and Shelley," he remarked, seeing her look. Dylan burst out laughing and shook her head before telling him she didn't like Shelley with peanut butter, in jest.

He gaped at her and she reached up to shut his mouth. "You'll catch flies doing that," she said to him.

"How could you not like peanut butter and Shelley?!" he demanded.

She giggled. "I like it just fine, but I like the idea of the jelly being on something other than toast," she stated, smiling cheekily at him.

Alex looked at her and then smirked suddenly. "Oh yeah?" She nodded. "So- if I ever suggested going and getting jelly in the middle of sex, you'd be all up for it?" She said yes and Alex just got this large happy go lucky goofy smile on his face as he leaned back in the corner of the benches and watched her.

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Pulling up in front of his parent's house at five to nine, Alex prayed his mother hadn't gone overboard and invited the whole damn neighbourhood of her friends and their family. Heading up to the front door, he didn't even have to knock as Jenny ripped open the door and latched onto him before moving to grab hold of Dylan and dragging her inside and nearly up the stairs, however Alex caught her and said that Jenny could steal her away once they said hello to mom and dad.

She looked at Alex and grimaced. "Mom's big club is here for, just letting ya in. There are about fifty people coming. Excluding the family numbers that is. So in total, welcome to the eight plus hell that will be your late morning and afternoon," Jenny said.

Alex groaned and led Dylan into the kitchen and out turned, kissing her deeply and whispering he loved her just before he turned and opened the back door. The delightful, over enthusiastic voice of his mother felt like nails on a chalkboard to him. "Patrick! See ladies how handsome he has gotten in the months since he was last here."

Alex groaned softly as his mother grabbed his arm and pulled him over to a group of about fifteen middle aged women. Looking over his shoulder, he mouthed a help to Dylan who was tentatively following him.

"Oh my, if only was about twenty years younger-" one of the women gushed, fanning herself.

Dylan smiled. Alex was only wearing a white singlet and a pair of three quarter khaki pants. The singlet hugged every little ounce of muscle on Alex's torso and she couldn't blame the women for noticing such a thing. Hell, she'd had a hard time keeping her hands off him. It wasn't normal for Dylan to be so well, touchy feely due to how the last few years of her relationship with Tyson, there had been no close contact unless it was her laying under him while he was drunk and turned on.

She got to Alex's side and he excused the lady who was talking. "Sorry Gail, ladies-" he started and looked at Dylan, "I'd like you to meet my friend Dylan Hardy, a TNA Knockout who works alongside me on the show."

"Oh my word, such intricate markings young lady," one woman commented from right near Dylan as she took hold of Dylan's wrist and inspected the cross on there. Alex looked at his mother and smiled but she only frowned.

"I hope I'm not here too early!" a voice called out suddenly. Dylan and Alex both turned slightly to find a leggy blonde coming out the back door.

"Chloe?" Alex mumbled and Dylan looked at him.

The blonde smiled widely at Alex and just walked right up and kissed him, wrapping her arms round his neck. Dylan looked down, frowning somewhat as Alex's mother said how adorable they still looked even after being separated for a year. When Chloe moved to his mother, Alex looked at Dylan who refuses to look up. "I'm gonna go see how Jenny is, I haven't talked to her in a few days."

Alex made to grab her only she pulled far away and he got dragged back to the ladies by his mother. Heading inside, Dylan turned down a wrong way and ended up in what seemed to be a large game room where Alex's father and a number of others were. "Dylan!" She smiled at Alex's father who seemed very pleased to see her. "Gents, meet the bonafide cousin of the WWE's own Hardy Boys and a future legend. This here is the TNA Knockout Dylan Hardy."

Dylan laughed at how he introduced her but she found that quite a few of the men knew exactly who she was. "Wow- even better looking in real life."

"So- how you going about with this mess on-screen?" one man asked, leaning up against the bar counter. That's when she realised that it was in fact Jenny's fiancé.

"Uh- I'm dealing with it fine. I was looking for Jenny."

"Upstairs. And the far room on the right," he told her. She nodded, said thank you and that she'd see them all later. Finding Jenny's room she knocked.

"Jenny- its Dylan."

The door opened and Jenny smiled widely at her. At seventeen, the girl was what six months along- at least that was what Alex had told her on the ride over here and it was pretty clear now that she was pregnant. The little sundress that she wore hid it well, but not that well anymore. Stepping into the room, Dylan asked Jenny how she was.

"I'm great. At first, I was afraid scared but you know what, I'm looking forward to being a mommy," she answered. Dylan smiled and said that was good to know.

"Who is Chloe?" she inquired, looking out the window of the girl's room which had a direct view of Alex and Chloe.

Jenny rushed to Dylan's side. "Whoa no! Not good! Chloe is Alex's ex from like a year ago. They'd be going good for three years before- well I don't know actually, something just made Alex one day drop her and leave. It was the night after he and Chris went to see this wrestling show and well- yeah. I guess mom invited her, thinking he needed to find a decent girl," Jenny retorted, saying the last part sarcastically as she looked at Dylan lowered her gaze suddenly. "You like my bro right?"

Dylan nodded. "No point in trying to keep it a secret from you."

Jenny laughed slightly. "Yeah, I can be quite a little bug and pain when it comes to that type of stuff. So are you and he- you know?" Dylan nodded and mumbled that she couldn't tell anyone. "Of course I won't." They both looked down at the party outside just in time to see Alex look up at them from where he sat between his mother and Chloe, he smiled up at them only Dylan turned her back on him in the window and breathed in heavily.. "Don't worry, I won't say anything. I can keep a secret pretty good considering I usually blab everything to Alex and since it concerns him well- I don't really have to worry about him knowing."

"Look honey, I know that your mother doesn't like me, it is plain as day and so I know that she has Chloe here to try and get Alex's attention," Dylan said, looking at the floor just as Jenny started giggling. "What?!"

"I think you and Alex are so cute, even before you were "together". You both are trying to hide something you should be proud and happy about due to some dick and that means getting jealous even if it gets extremely hard."

Dylan looked at the teenager and laughed. "Yeah, you're right and subconsciously, I knew that but well, don't always enjoy admitting things at times. Stubborn Hardy genes I blame it on," she told Jenny who nodded. Dylan checked the time and suggested that they get downstairs before Alex or his mother came up with a search party.