Disclaimer: I don't own the WWE or any of its superstars.

A/N: Eh, this chapter is boring. Sorry. I have some juicyness for the next chapter though. And unfortunately, this story is coming to an end. I don't want to draw it out any longer than it has to be and ruin it. Only two chapters left. Oneshots are a possibility though. As of now, there will not be a full sequel though. I can't come up with an idea, and I'm not going to force it, even though I know a lot of you don't want this to end. I still have two more Jeff stories though, and I just started a Morrison fic.

Love Is Insane And Baby We Are Too

Chapter 38: The Morning After

-Jeff's POV-

It had all been a dream.

X wasn't there when I woke up. There was no make up. It never happened. She hadn't called me. She never met me at the beach. It was just a figment of my tortured imagination. I had just fallen asleep and made it all up in my head.

I felt awful. I didn't even wanna get out of bed today, but I did, knowin' I'll be able to see her once we get to the parks. Maybe I can talk to her alone again today. Ask her to give me another chance. Swear to her on my life that I won't disappoint her again.

I went in the shower, watchin' the fresh purple dye from the other day that still stuck in my hair swirl down the drain. A haircut. That's what I need. I'm gonna get my hair chopped off. To my shoulders maybe. Fresh start, right?

I toweled off and got dressed, feelin' depressed and still thinkin' that everythin' last night had been so real. That's all I want. It's all I'm askin' for. I just want her back. I learned my lesson. I know now not to take the promises that I make lightly.

It's not fair that I had to lose everythin' to learn that.

I'll just go downstairs and get some damn breakfast, then call up Matt and Aimes, unless they're already down there eatin'. Then we can go to Animal Kingdom and meet X. Maybe I'll feel better. We'd had a good time at Disney yesterday.

Where the hell is my keycard?

-X'S POV-

"Good morning early birds," I greeted Matt and Amy chupperly as I slid into half of Amy's chair. They were sitting and eating breakfast and I was just in the best mood ever after last night. Jeff and I were back together. Well, unofficially, but that's where it was going.

What had I been thinking trying to live without him?

"What're you doing here? And awake?" Amy asked surprised as she scooted so half my butt could fit on her chair.

"Oh god! You had sex with my brother, didn't you?" Matt asked, a distressed look crossing his face. I smiled awkwardly and laughed a little.

"Um... no?" I obviously lied.

Matt shook his head. "I don't care what happens, I am never gonna get used to the idea of that. Ugh," he groaned with a shudder of disgust at his brother and best friend fucking.

"Well you're gonna have to," I grinned.

"So, what're you back together then?" Amy asked a grin slowly spreading on her face.

"Well... kind of. I mean, that's where it's going, I think. Unless he has other plans..." The thought hadn't occurred to me until just now. What if that was just fun for him? What if he'd gotten over me emotionally? I'd just assumed...

Matt snorted and scooped some food into his mouth. "Yeah right. Trust me, the only thing Jeff ever even talks to me about is you now."

The grin spread back over my lips. "Really? That's so sweet. I'd love to stay and chat, but I ordered him some breakfast so I can go bring it to him. I'll see you in an hour or so?" I asked, giving Amy her seat back

"Sounds good. Later," Mat answered and I kissed Amy's cheek before running over the counter to get my food and heading back upstairs.

I was bouncing on the balls of my feet in the elevator, eager as hell to see Jeff, hoping he hadn't woken up yet. I felt giddy. Like everything in the world was right once again. I darted out of the elevator, receiving a strange look from the family headed into it, and found the room, balancing the food in one hand as I pulled the keycard I'd snagged from the nightstand out of the pocket of my torn jeans.

I slid it through the little radar and the door clicked open. "Jeff?" I questioned, scrunching my face when I saw him on his stomach, fully dressed and clearly showered due to his wet hair, looking under the dresser for something.

He shot up off the floor, looking like a deer caught in headlights, before a smile pulled over his lips. He breathed a deep sigh and rushed over to me. "X. Holy shit, when I woke up and you weren't here I thought I fuckin' dreamed everythin' that happened last night," he admitted and I smiled, leaning forward and pecking his lips.

"You're cute. I just went downstairs to get breakfast for us," I told him, showing off the plastic bag full of styrofoam doggie boxes.

Jeff took the bag and inhaled the scent of pancakes and breakfast sausage. "Mmm, I'm starvin'," he announced, ushering me over to the table in the corner of the room, right next to the sliding glass door separating the balcony and the bedroom. It overlooked the little beach, now littered with people, where Jeff and I had our reconciliation.

He dropped the bag on the table and turned to me instead of digging in, his hands resting possessively on my hips. I met him halfway as he leaned in, kissing me in a heated way, kind of like the first time he'd kissed me (the non-televised one, I mean).

Jeff's fingers tickled over the bare skin between my pajama shorts and tank top before he fully wrapped his arms around me and pulled away from my lips, content in resting his chin on top of my head. "I love you," he told me huskily. My body tingled at the sound of those words again, having been craving them.

"I love you too," I breathed into his shirt, my arms wrapped comfortably around his shoulders. I had butterflies in my stomach at the surreal feeling of being with him again. Just when I had started to accept the fact it wouldn't happen, everything had worked out fine.

"You sure? What about your dad?"

Well, almost everything.

Sighing, I pulled away from him, taking a seat in one of the wooden chairs at the table. Jeff followed suit, inching his chair closer to mine so he could rest his hand on my thigh while I pulled the boxes from the bag. I understand why; every chance for psychical contact we could have, we were relishing in. The relationship was renewed.

"It doesn't matter," I stated firmly, though I knew it did. This wasn't just a general distaste for all guys that were interested in me that my father had anymore. No. The two of them had gotten into a physical confrontation regarding me. This definitely wasn't going to fly with my father. It was going to take a lot of convincing and I don't think the Daddy card is going to work this time.

Jeff cocked his head to the side and raised his eyebrows. "X. You know it does. Your dad probably hates me." Yeah, he's probably right.

"But I don't and that's all that I care about." My hand fell on top of his. "I can't live without you," I confessed dramatically. "If he cares about me at all, he'll understand. You made a mistake. It's not the end of the world."

Jeff snorted and shook his head. "Seemed like it."

I swallowed and squeezed his hand. "I know. I'm so sorry that I just abandoned you like that. It was wrong. I should've helped you."

Jeff's purple head shook back and forth as he stabbed at some pancakes with his fork. "I shouldnt've done it in the first place. It was so stupid. I knew it was wrong. But I just... lost it. All that pressure got to me."

I understood, for the first real time. Jeff was under a lot of pressure at work. They wanted to give him the championship and apparently, success scares him. And now I had had some time to be away from him, had some time to cool off from the whole situation. That's why I could understand now.

"It's okay Jeff. That's what second chances are for, right?" Another smile spread over his lips as he nodded his head and scooped some more food into his mouth.

"I saw Amy and Matt downstairs," I told him as we ate, Jeff's thumb rubbing over the top of my hand where they were still connected on my lap.

"Oh jeeze. What'd they say?" he asked, a small chuckle coming from his mouth as he lightly shook his head, strands of hair from his bun falling into his eyes.

"Well, Matt pretty much guessed what happened last night. He was grossed out. I think they were both happy though. I'm sure this makes things a lot easier now; they won't have to go back and forth." The memory of our rocky break up seemed to bring a sad look into Jeff's eyes, and I wanted it to go away. It happened. It's over. That's all that matters. "Hey, don't get all sad. Everything's fine, okay?" Jeff snorted and leaned back, his hand slipping from mine.

"Yeah, except you're never gonna trust me again. I can't believe I was so stupid..." I sighed, stood up and straddled his legs, firmly holding his face so he could look nowhere else.

"Stop it. I love you. I understand now that you made a mistake. I was just so mad when it happened, all I could do was blame you. But the separation did us good, and I had time to cool off. I forgive you so stop dwelling on it, okay?" I laughed a little as a smile pulled at his lips and kissed him playfully on the mouth. He tasted like maple syrup.

Jeff took me out later that night for dinner after a long day of looking at animals. I was so perfectly content sitting in a booth in the corner of Le Cellier, cuddled in to Jeff's side with my head on his shoulder as we finished off some post meal coffee and dessert.

I was so full and just... happy. I couldn't see how anything could've gone more perfect. Things were comfortable again for us. It felt like nothing had happened. Of course, I know things will feel different when I'm back on the road and he has to go home to finish his suspension.

"I'm gonna start makin' plans to rebuild the house when I get back to Cameron," Jeff told me casually, taking a sip of his coffee. From what I understood, Beth had found an apartment of her own after staying with her parents for a while, so Jeff wanted to keep the land and just have his own place again. Another fresh start. "And I was wonderin' if you still wanna move in. I mean, I know it'll just be us now and it was different before cause Matt and Amy were always there too, and my dad. I'll understand if you don't wanna, but—"

I put my hand over his mouth and lifted my head from his shoulder. Sliding my hand away, I kissed his stubble-framed lips and grinned. "Of course I do."

"Yeah?" he checked.

"No, I was kidding." Jeff rolled his eyes and bumped his shoulder into me playfully.

"You're hilarious sugar."