Disclaimer: All of the people in this story are owned by Vince McMahon and the WWF, they are not mine, except Lenae, Monica, Melanie, Aunt Carrie, Uncle Wes, Michael and Lisa. The song "Till There Was You" is by The Beatles and "Stranded" is by Plumb, they are not mine. If you would like to use this story please ask, thanks.
Author's note: Thanks sis for your input and proof-reading on this chapter, it's greatly appreciated. :)
Chapter 8: Till There Was You
Amy's eyes widened in shock, "Wha, what?! You two got married?"
Melanie nodded hesitantly, "The day before yesterday. We knew it was right."
"Wa, wait a minute, you mean to tell me you aren't in love with him?" Amy asked in disgust.
Melanie smiled a gentle, almost dreamy smile, "Quite the contrary. The past few months I've known him only solidified what has been happening in my heart."
Tears came to Monica's eyes, "This is so sweet."
"It's like we each knew what the other was feeling, until finally, Chris got down on one knee and proposed to me."
"And you said yes," Amy answered quietly.
Melanie nodded. Amy threw her arms around her neck, tears of joy coming springing to her eyes, "I'm sorry for doubting you Mel, and I'm so happy for you two."
"So how is little Gregory Christopher doing?" Amy asked, a gleam in her eye.
Finally, it's here!:
"But you have too!" Matt pleaded.
"Don't whine, it does not become you Matthew Moore Hardy," Jeff scolded.
"Alright, alright, I'll do it!" Chris exclaimed, throwing up his hands. Matt clapped his friend on the back, "Thanks man. Besides, every one knows you are a better singer than I am."
Chris gave him a sidelong glance, "Don't butter me up man."
Nervously, Chris let his neck loll to one side then the other as he waited, somewhat impatiently, to walk down the aisle. *Singing in front of a screaming crowd is one thing, but at my best friend's wedding is another.* Smiling, Chris watched as Amy's 3 year old cousin, Lisa, slowly walked down the aisle, looking every bit the little princess, with her fluffy blonde curls, tossing light pink flower petals along the plush, forest green carpet as she went. Waiting for his cue to go out, Michael, Amy's 6 year old cousin and Lisa's older brother, nervously shifted from one foot to the other. From across the hallway, Jeff gave Michael the thumbs up sign and mouthed, "Knock em dead sport," he said with an encouraging smile. Coaxing a small smile from the little guy, Michael walked carefully down the aisle, wanting to make sure that the ring didn't fall off the fluffy rose - colored pillow.
Next, Jeff came slowly down the aisle, with a slightly showing Trish on his arm. Chris followed, with a slightly rounder Stephanie on his arm. Leaving Stephanie's side, he walked over to the mic, standing slightly off to the side of the podium. The wedding march began to play as Amy, dressed in a flowing, white satin gown, walked slowly down the aisle, Matt's father at her side. Temporarily, giving the bouquet of red roses in her hands to her Mother, Amy walked up to Matt and gently withdrew her arm from Mr. Hardy's.
"I'm proud to call you my daughter," he said huskily, tears coming to his eyes.
Amy's own eyes glistening, she lifted her white veil, revealing her red hair piled atop her head, with stray curls hanging down here and there, and gave her soon - to - be father-in-law a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you Mr. Hardy, you don't know how much that means to me."
"Your Mother would be proud son," Gilbert whispered, wrapping an arm around his eldest son's shoulders.
"Thanks Dad," but Matt's eyes were focused solely on Amy.
Turning from Gilbert Hardy, Amy tucked her hand into Matt's. As he wrapped his own hand around hers, Matt's eyes never left her radiant face.
Taking the microphone, Chris managed to keep the screaming edge out of his voice as he sang softly:
"There were bells on a hill,
but I never heard them ringing.
No, I never heard them at all,
till there was you.
Till there was you."
"I love you," Matt whispered to her. They turned to face the minister. "Pastor Smith, so we meet again," Matt said, an amused grin on his face.
"Under better circumstances I hope," Pastor Smith responded, a twinkle in his eye.
Opening his Bible, Pastor Smith spoke, "Do you Matthew Moore Hardy take Amy Christine Dumas to be your lawfully wedded wife, through sickness and in health, till death do you part?"
"I do," Matt fairly shouted, as he turned to Amy and took both her slender hands in his.
"Do you Amy Christine Dumas take Matthew Moore Hardy to be your lawfully wedded husband, through sickness and in health, till death do you part?"
"I do," Amy answered solemnly, though her heart was spilling over with joy. Trish started wiping at the tears in her eyes, unsure if it was her hormones, or just the sweetness of the ceremony. Even Chris and Jeff did a quick swipe at their eyes every now - and - then.
"Well then, by the power vested in me and in the eyes of God, I now pronounce you man and wife." Cupping Amy's face in his palms, Matt gently pressed a kiss to her lips.
"I've waited so long for this moment," Matt said, swallowing hard. Turning, Amy reached down to retrieve the bouquet from her mother, at the same time giving her a hug. Before Amy and Matt went to greet the guests, she gave Trish and Steph big hugs, "Thank you both for being a part of our wedding, it means so much."
"We maybe four months pregnant, but we wouldn't have missed it for the world!" they exclaimed simultaneously, still sniffling. Amy just laughed. Bending down, Amy gave pulled her cousins into a hug. "You guys did great!" she exclaimed, smiling brightly at them. Lisa and Michael beamed at her compliment. "Where's your mama?" Amy asked.
"She has her camera ready to take a pictwure of you," Lisa responded innocently, pointing Aunt Carrie out in the crowd.
Carrie frowned slightly, placing a finger to her lips, "Remember Lisa, I wanted to play, let's surprise cousin Amy."
"Ohh!" Lisa clapped a hand to her mouth, obviously forgetting everything her mama told her. Running over to her mother, she buried her face in her mama's light blue skirt. Laughing, Amy crossed the distance between her and Aunt Carrie, hugging her tightly from the side, "Oh, it's so good to see you again! I'm glad you could make it, how are you doing?"
"Fit as a fiddle, except for a slight limp, and that wasn't going to keep me from missing this. Are you kidding, I always knew you guys were perfect for each other!" she exclaimed with an all knowing smile.
Matt pulled Jeff into a bear hug and whispered, "Thanks baby brother, for being my best man."
Jeff smiled endearingly into Matt's beaming face, "How could I have said no."
"And Chris, thanks for doing that for me, and for keeping the "Fozzy" in you tucked inside," Matt said with a grin.
"You're welcome," Chris said, his own smile beaming, "but that means I get to release the "Fozzy," inside at the reception," he joked, grinning mischievously.
Pictures were taken, guests were greeted on their way out, until finally, husband and wife climbed into the limo, as Lisa and Michael joined 'the big kids,' in throwing rice on the couple.
Amy rested her head against Matt's shoulder, "I can scarcely believe it. We finally got married."
"I know," Matt responded, the wonderment obvious in his voice. Wrapping his arms around her satin clad waist, so as not to wrinkle the delicate rosebud shaped fabric adorning her shoulders. "I have the distinct feeling that many of people were silently cheering us on to tie the knot," he whispered thoughtfully into her hair. Just then, Matt pulled back, easing his hold on Amy, as the quiet whir of the partitioned tinted glass going up, caught his attention. So did the glimpse of Al Snow's face - grinning widely.
"Hey, how did.."
"He had to pull some strings," Amy replied, chuckling softly. "Now kiss me Mr. Hardy," Amy demanded softly, tracing his jawline.
"My pleasure Mrs. Hardy." Smiling, he pressed his lips to hers.
When the white limousine came to a halt in front of the reception hall, Al lowered the glass partition and turned around to face Matt and Amy, "You are so right Matt, you have no idea how many people were rooting for you two," he said seriously, a twinkle in his eye. Before Matt had a chance to register his comment, Al practically shooed them out of the car, "Now go, your public awaits."
Taken aback by Al's direct comment, Matt slowly got out and held the door open for his beloved.
Pulling up her skirts, Amy grasped Matt's hand tightly, as he led her up the steep steps. As they hurried down the long hallway, Amy gasped, "I feel like Cinderella late for the ball."
"I hope not, we might still have a few min.." Matt replied, glancing at his watch.
"Congratulations!" the guests yelled to the newlyweds as they stepped into the expansive dining room. Matt smiled weakly, "Not," he whispered to Amy.
Jeff and Trish ushered Matt and Amy to the wedding party table.
Feeling the blood rush to her face, Amy leaned towards Matt, "I can't believe we were late - to our own wedding party!" she exclaimed in a hushed whisper.
Trish, seated to the left of Amy, responded, "You guys aren't late," she answered with a sly smile. "Matt, double check your watch."
He looked down at his watch, carefully this time. "Oh, oh yeah," he replied with a relieved smile as he looked up at the two women. "Thanks Trish."
She smiled, "No problem."
"What, what time is it?" Amy asked, resting her hand on Matt's sleeve.
"We arrived on time, in fact we got here ten minutes early, everyone else just arrived before us."
"We wanted to get here earlier to surprise you," Stephanie replied with a smile, leaning forward.
Everyone immediately quieted as Jeff stood up. Picking up his glass, he started to speak, "I would like to propose a toast to my brother, Matt and Amy, who is like the sister I never had. I love you both, and wish you a wonderful and fulfilling marriage." With a conspiratorial wink to Matt and Amy, Jeff continued, "And on behalf of everyone in this room, it's about time!" Matt shook his head as a slow smile spread across his face, "You're incorrigible Jeff."
"I know," Jeff answered with a sly grin.
"But you know I wouldn't have it any other way," Matt replied, his eyes getting misty as he gave his brother a hug.
"Thanks big brother," Amy said softly, reaching across Matt, to squeeze Jeff's hand.
His fingers curled around hers, "Any time lil sis," Jeff replied warmly, a twinkle in his green eyes.
The caterers placed heaping plates of honey baked ham, roast tenderloin, mashed potatoes and gravy, zucchini stuffing and green beans before the wedding party and guests. Amy glanced over at Lisa as Aunt Carrie cut Lisa's ham into bite - size pieces. Lisa grabbed the plastic fork in her chubby fist and stuffed a bite of ham and green beans into her mouth. Thoughtfully, she poked at her zucchini stuffing before taking a tentative bite. Finding it to her liking, she smiled toothily.
A wistful smile on her face, Amy leaned in towards Matt, "I wonder if our children will look like that."
Matt smiled, following her gaze. His look turned to one of horror, as he turned back to Amy, "Like that?! She's wearing the food!" He looked back at Lisa again, who was now smashing the mashed potatoes between her fingers. He cringed inwardly, *I love children, but I don't know if I'm ready for that!*
"She's just a child, don't let her intimidate you. You didn't let Michael."
"But, but that was different. There was no physical mess," Matt argued.
Amy raised an eyebrow, "You have to clean up after you're own mess don't you?" she challenged.
Matt opened his mouth to speak, but found he had no answer. Matt was relieved when he saw Chris step up to the microphone.
"I'll be right back," he whispered into her ear. Stepping up onto the stage, Matt whispered something to Chris. Frowning slightly, Chris stepped away from the mic and pulled a C.D. from the shelf behind him. "After this you can sing some of your Fozzy tunes, I promise, " Matt cajoled him.
"I know, I know," Chris mumbled, trying hard not to smile. Even though he couldn't scream out some Fozzy songs yet, he was still thrilled to be apart of their wedding, and of all things their D.J. *This is right up my alley!* he thought excitedly.
Hopping down from the stage, Matt held his hand out to Amy, "Dance with me?" he asked excitedly.
"Wh what, now, but everyone is still eating?" Amy questioned nervously.
"Well then, we'll provide them with some entertainment," Matt responded, smiling charmingly.
Returning his engaging smile, Amy reached for his hand. Leading her onto the polished wood dance floor, Matt wrapped one arm around her waist, while taking her hand in the other.
Matt nodded his head ever so slightly. Then Chris nodded back, pressing the play button.
"You know it only breaks my heart,
to see you standing in the dark alone,
waiting there for me to come back.
I'm too afraid to show.."
Amy smiled, her eyes sparkling, "You didn't."
"Oh but I did," Matt replied, his eyes sparkling mischievously. Releasing her hand, Matt wrapped both arms around her waist as Amy locked both hands behind his neck.
"My favorite song. It's been almost a year since that day," Amy said, her eyes getting misty.
"I know," Matt answered softly as Amy rested her head against his chest. Other couples slowly drifted onto the dance floor as the song continued to play.
"If it's coming over you
like it's coming over me.
I'm crashing like a tidal wave
that drags me out to sea,
and I wanna be with you and
and you wanna be with me.
I'm crashing like a tidal wave
and I don't wanna be
Stranded, stranded, stranded, stranded."
As Jeff whirled he and Nora towards the newlyweds, he met Matt's eyes and gave a slight nod of his head. Matt looked over Amy's head to see Lenae sitting forlornly at her parents' table, head propped in her hands.
"If you'll excuse me just a minute Amy," Matt spoke softly, distracted. A bit taken aback, Amy reluctantly released him.
Lenae let out a sigh, as she watched the numerous couples whirl around the dance floor. *Matt is so sweet and cute and even though Amy is nice, it's still painful for me to watch them together, especially now that he is married.*
"Penny for your thoughts?" Matt asked quietly, sitting down across from her.
"Hmm," Lenae mumbled, not really seeing Matt, as she intently continued to watch the couples.
"Let's dance!" Matt said enthusiastically, grabbing Lenae's hands.
"What!" Her eyes widened, "I, I can't. I don't know how to dance!" she exclaimed, her heart pounding in her chest.
Matt smiled easily, "It doesn't matter, I'll show you." Taking her hands in his, he whirled her around the dance floor.
"Matt," Lenae said, slowly lifting her eyes to his, "I want to find a guy - like you," she rushed out in one breath. Matt stared at her in surprise, then burst out in laughter.
Roughly pulling her hands from his, she placed her hands on her hips, "What's so funny?" Lenae demanded. Slightly embarrassed, since they were the only ones standing still, Matt took her hands in his and continued to dance. "Why did you laugh at me?"
"Sweetie, I wasn't laughing at you. Look, you are only eight years old, first of all, you wouldn't be dating a " 'guy,' " you would be dating a boy. Dating will come in it's own time, but not now."
"Why not?" she demanded.
"Because," Matt squirmed a bit, "when boys are your age they don't like girls like that. They um, believe girls to have cooties."
"Cooties, what are cooties?"
Getting in deeper by the second, he desperately scanned the room in search of Trish or Andrew. No such luck. "Cooties are an imaginary disease."
Lenae looked up at him, her eyes wide with wonderment, "Oh, that would explain why Bobby ran away screaming, when I tried to give him a hug on the school playground yesterday."
"Uh yeah, something like that," Matt replied with a grin.
"But when will a find a guy like you?"
"When you are much older, and honey, I hope you find a man even better than me," Matt replied. Planting a kiss on her golden, blonde hair, he gently placed Lenae back in her chair. Matt turned and started to walk away.
"Oh Matt?" Lenae called after him.
Sighing ever so slightly, he turned back around.
"Would you ask Chris to sing a slow song please, his screaming is hurting my ears." Matt smiled at her simple honesty.
"Sure thing Lenae." *Oh I'm sure Chris is going to love this,* Matt thought with a mischievous grin. As the dancing wound down a bit, Amy announced they were going to have cake. Amy adored chocolate cake while Matt loved cheesecake, so they had both. The icing was mocha cheesecake flavored while the cake itself was chocolate. Lisa watched, intrigued, as Matt and Amy each fed each other a bite.
"Why are they acting like me when I eat?" she asked innocently.
Aunt Carrie laughed, "Because, it's tradition honey."
Quite bewildered, she responded with her mouth in a perfect "O."
"Adults are silly," Michael mumbled.
Jeff grinned widely, "This will be the only time I get to see Amy stuff Matt's face, just because normally he does it himself. I am soo glad I'm filming this." Jeff handed off the camera to Nora, just in time for Matt to smash a small piece of cake in his brother's face.
"And I am soo glad that Nora was filming that," Matt emphasized, grinning widely.
"Traitor," Jeff muttered as Nora burst out in laughter.
"Hmm, yum," Jeff exclaimed, licking the icing off his lips. "I think I should share the wealth." Shoving the camera into Uncle Wes's hands, Jeff planted a messy kiss on Nora's lips.
"Uhh," she said, wiping the icing from her lips. "Hmm, hey this is good!"
Everyone started laughing, but no one laughed harder than Lenae. *This is just too funny!*
Afterwards, the group was almost too full to move. The brave soul that she was, Amy was the first to get up, "Alright ladies, time to get yourselves out of those comfy chairs and catch this flying bouquet!"
The girls stayed seated, since they weren't grown - ups. "Come on," Amy wheedled, crooking her finger, "you are little ladies too," Amy finished with a smile. Excitedly, Lenae and Lisa joined the throng of women.
"Everybody ready?" Amy yelled behind her. Tossing it high and far, the women screamed and - Lenae came up with the catch, clutching the flowers tightly in her hands.
Amy smiled, her long train trailing after her, "You know what this means don't you?"
"No, what?"
"Legend has it, the woman who catches the bouquet becomes a bride next."
"Really?!" Lenae's eyes twinkled.
"Really," Amy replied giving her a hug.
"Alright boys, who wants to catch the garter belt?" Matt announced with a devilish grin.
"Oh no!" Amy feigned, making a beeline for the double doors.
"Not so fast Red," Matt whispered in her ear, as he grabbed her waist from behind. Picking her up, he tossed her over his shoulder.
"We sure know how to entertain an audience don't we?" Amy said, grinning widely.
Gently, Matt sat her down in the plush chair in the center of the room.
Pushing her skirt up some, Matt slid his hand up her dress, "I hope you shaved your legs babe," he commented dryly.
"Oh shut up!" Amy responded good - naturedly. Truth was they were both a bit nervous and were trying to lighten the mood a little bit.
"How far up your leg is this?" Matt hissed.
"How far up do you think it is?" Amy countered mischievously, a twinkle in her hazel eyes.
"Ah ha!" Matt exclaimed. Lifting her leg up off the floor a bit, Matt stretched the green trimmed garter off around her shoe. The men cheered as Matt tossed the garter up and over. Everyone turned around as they saw a sheepish Erin come up off the floor with it.
"You know what this means," Matt said knowingly, casting a glance over at Monica, who was blushing a deep scarlet. As the party wound down, everyone helped clean up, but Matt tried to keep Amy out of the mix as much as possible, since he didn't want her wedding dress to get all dirty.
Finally, it was time to go. Everyone said their good-byes. Tearfully, Amy hugged Lisa, Michael, Aunt Carrie and Uncle Wes.
"You two had better come up and visit when you get settled," Aunt Carrie demanded, wiping the tears from her own eyes.
Uncle Wes wrapped his arm around her shoulders, "Congratulations you two," he said warmly. Amy turned around, *Now where did Matt go off to,* she wondered, placing her hands on her hips. Gingerly, Matt crept down the steps of the reception hall, carrying a sleeping Lisa in his arms. Amy's heart nearly melted at the sight, *Someday, I want Matt to be holding our child in his arms,* she thought longingly. Matt tried to jolt her as little as possible as he passed little Lisa into Uncle Wes's arms, but to no avail. Her eyes opened wide, struggling in Matt's and Uncle Wes's arms, "No nap, I don't want to sweep yet!"
In an attempt to calm her down, Matt took her back in his arms and began to dance with her. She pulled her hands from Matt's, clapping them together, "Ooh goody, I get to dance wif Unca Matt!"
"Just keep a tight hold on her," Uncle Wes yelled, seeing the panicked look on his face.
"Neigh!." Everyone turned around at the sound of a horse - as Jeff rounded the corner, a giggling Michael clinging tightly to his neck. Breathing heavily, Jeff bent down so Michael could slide off his back.
"Again!" he exclaimed, kicking Jeff in the sides.
"Whoa, calm down sport. Remember, I'm not a real horse," Jeff said good - naturedly.
Uncle Wes lifted Michael off his back, "Come on son, we need to be leaving soon."
"Whew, I'm dizzy," Lisa exclaimed as Matt sat her down. Aunt Carrie picked her up.
No sooner had she picked her up, did she start pushing to get back down. "Unca Jeffy!" She raced to him, arms outstretched. Jeff picked her up and swung her around, "Hey there Angel," Jeff announced. Little did he realize Nora watching from the shadows, arms crossed, a bright smile on her face.
Michael ran over to Matt, "Bye Uncle Matt," he whispered shyly.
"Bye kiddo. Be good and take care of your Mom okay?"
Michael nodded, "Okay."
"Alright kids, time to go," Aunt Carrie and Uncle Wes announced simultaneously. Amy gave her Aunt and Uncle one last hug.
"Thanks for coming to the wedding, it really meant a lot to us," Matt told them earnestly.
"We wouldn't have missed it for the world," Uncle Wes said with a smile.
Michael and Lisa exchanged bear hugs with Amy. "Be good," she whispered to them.
Michael made one last beeline for Jeff. Sniffling, Michael wrapped his little arms around Jeff's neck, "I don't want to leave," Michael whispered into his shoulder.
Jeff wrapped his arms around the little guy, "Hey, don't cry sport. Nora and I talked with your Mom and Dad and we are going to visit you all this coming Spring."
"Really?!" His eyes brightened, "How long is that?"
Jeff smiled, "A few months."
"Oh goody!" Beaming, he skipped to the car as his parents called him again.
"Bye Unca Jeffy!" Michael yelled, sticking his head out the window as they pulled out of the parking lot.
Amy crossed her arms. "He's really taken with you," she said with a smile.
"I know," Jeff replied with a frown.
Matt clapped a hand on his shoulder, "What's wrong?"
"So am I."
Al cut the engine, opening the door for Amy and Matt.
"Thanks Al, for everything," Matt said gratefully.
"Oh it was my pleasure. I couldn't have chosen a better couple to be chauffeur to." Tipping his black cap, Al smiled impishly, "Now you kids don't do anything I wouldn't do."
Amy gave him a hug and laughed, "Will do." Watching the limousine pull out of the driveway, Amy said with finality, "Well, we're finally married. It seems like it took us forever, doesn't it?" Amy asked, turning to Matt.
Thoughtful, he replied, "Sometimes, yes, but I have the feeling we aren't the only ones." Ignoring the quizzical look she gave him, he took her hand, "Come on, let's go inside." They walked up the steps to the door, when Amy let out a cry of surprise as Matt literally swept her off her feet.
"Matt, what are you doing?" Amy cried in surprise.
"Carrying you across the threshold that's what. I'm going to do this right," he stated determinedly. Amy laughed as he struggled to fit her and the folds of her voluminous dress inside the door-frame at the same time.
"There," he said exultantly, setting Amy on her feet gently. She looked at Matt's beet red face, "Putting on a bit of extra weight there aren't ya doughboy," she teased, poking a finger in his stomach. "Hey!" he exclaimed. Pulling up her dress and train, she raced up the stairs. Able to move much faster than his bride, Matt caught up to Amy and tackled her to the ground.
"Gotcha!" he exclaimed, his eyes gleaming in triumph, as he grasped her wrists.
Amy frowned, her chest heaving against his, "Get up, you are going to get my dress all dirty."
Allowing her to get up, Matt watched Amy walk regally down the hall, Matt grinned, "You're just a sore loser."
A wicked grin on her face, Amy turned around to face Matt, "We shall see who is the sore loser."
Matt frowned in alarm, *Uh oh.*
A short time later:
Amy and Matt sat on the back porch, watching the sun fade into the trees. Her head against his shoulder, she sighed, "It's so beautiful and peaceful out here."
"I know, I wish every day could be like this."
Amy lifted her head from Matt's shoulder, "Well, it was awfully nice of Jeff to leave us the house for tonight. Where is he staying at anyway?
"You mean, who is he staying with," Matt corrected her.
Amy raised an eyebrow.
"He is staying with Chris and Jessica," he said, a sly grin playing on his lips.
"I want to hear all about it tomorrow," Amy replied with a smirk. "I'm sure the conversation will be interesting."
Standing up, Matt took her hand. "I can think of something a bit more interesting," Matt said with a sly grin.
"Oh really," Amy said with a smile, "do tell."
"How about I show you," he suggested smoothly. Noiselessly, they made their way upstairs. Matt opened his bedroom door and flipped on the lightswitch. Amy stared at his room, speechless.
"Pardon me, I thought a 27 year old man lived here, not a 10 year old boy," Amy cracked.
"Hey!" Matt defended, "I've liked race cars since I was a kid and I haven't changed."
"Obviously," Amy said dryly as she watched Matt flop back on his race car bed.
"Besides," he said, linking his hands behind his head, "I don't want to change," he pouted.
Amy laughed, "Whatever Matty." Her voice floated away as she entered the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Nervously, she stripped down to her underthings and reached for the green negligee that the girls had bought for her. Reluctantly, she pulled her hand back thoughtfully, as a plan formed in her head. Nervously, Matt pulled his t-shirt off and ran a hand through his hair. He walked to the bay window and pulled back the curtain and opened the window. "A full moon," he said to himself with a smile. The bright beam shone through the window and left a pattern on the floor.
"Matt?" Amy asked hesitantly. He turned around.
"You startled me there for a second," he said, a slow smile spreading across his face. "You look beautiful."
She laughed nervously, "Maybe you have been talking to the moon too much."
Matt sat down on the bed and pulled her into his lap, "Red, you could be wearing a potato sack and I would still think you are gorgeous - inside and out."
"The girls bought me lingerie.. hey, I see that gleam in your eye Matt Hardy!"
Matt barely bit back a grin, "Sweetheart, whatever you feel most comfortable in."
"You're darn right! And I feel most comfortable wearing one of your old sweatshirts. Um, you did wash this by the way, didn't you?"
"What do you take me for.. - um, I think so." Amy just laughed and buried her head in his shoulder.
"Nervous?" Matt asked her gently.
"Completely, and you?"
"Very, I - ah!" Amy giggled as she resumed her tickling. "You know I am ticklish - and I hate being tickled!"
"So," Amy answered flippantly. "Say Uncle!" she demanded. Matt tried to push her hands away as he fell back against the pillows. Mercilessly, she attacked his ribs with a vengeance.
"Uncle, uncle!" he yelled. Amy pulled back, breathless.
Her guard down, Matt grabbed her by the shoulders, flipping her over so she was pinned beneath him. "Now, I'm the one on top," he finished, breathing heavily.
"Face it, I'm too much for you," Amy said, a saucy grin on her face.
"Never!" Cupping her face in his, Matt's lips passionately claimed hers. Caressing his face with her fingertips, Amy fervently returned the kiss.
Sunlight streamed through the window as Amy slowly opened her eyes. Snuggling closer to Matt she laid her head on his chest, content to feel the rise and fall of it. He reached an arm over and rested his hand on the back of her head, softly stroking her gleaming, red tresses.
Amy smiled sleepily, "So, you're awake."
"Mm Hmm," Matt responded, smiling slightly.
"I'm going to go take a bath, then one of us can make breakfast."
Matt opened one eye at her last statement, "One of us?"
"Mm Hmm," she sing - songed as she shut the bathroom door.
30 minutes later:
Matt carefully balanced the two trays as he opened up their bedroom door. Sitting them carefully on the desk next to the window, he rapped his knuckles on the bathroom door, "Breakfast is ready."
"Okay, I'll be out soon!"
"Soon, you are going to be a prune if you stay in their much longer!" Matt yelled. "Besides, breakfast will get cold."
Impatient, Matt threw open the door. Sighing, Amy sunk deeper into the bubble bath.
"Ummm, Calgon take me away," she said with a wry grin, closing her eyes.
Cautiously, Matt tip-toed over, "Ames?"
Suddenly, a soapy hand shot out of the water, grabbing a fistful of Matt's collar. Amy planted a quick yet passionate kiss on Matt's lips. "I'm glad we waited." Cradling her face in his hands, Matt responded, "So am I." Alas, as Matt deepened the kiss, he discovered that it is not wise to lean over the edge of a slippery tub. A loud splash sounded as Matt fell in. "Ah! I definitely sense breakfast will be cold."
"Ya think," Amy retorted with a small giggle.
Author's note: Thanks sis for your input and proof-reading on this chapter, it's greatly appreciated. :)
Chapter 8: Till There Was You
Amy's eyes widened in shock, "Wha, what?! You two got married?"
Melanie nodded hesitantly, "The day before yesterday. We knew it was right."
"Wa, wait a minute, you mean to tell me you aren't in love with him?" Amy asked in disgust.
Melanie smiled a gentle, almost dreamy smile, "Quite the contrary. The past few months I've known him only solidified what has been happening in my heart."
Tears came to Monica's eyes, "This is so sweet."
"It's like we each knew what the other was feeling, until finally, Chris got down on one knee and proposed to me."
"And you said yes," Amy answered quietly.
Melanie nodded. Amy threw her arms around her neck, tears of joy coming springing to her eyes, "I'm sorry for doubting you Mel, and I'm so happy for you two."
"So how is little Gregory Christopher doing?" Amy asked, a gleam in her eye.
Finally, it's here!:
"But you have too!" Matt pleaded.
"Don't whine, it does not become you Matthew Moore Hardy," Jeff scolded.
"Alright, alright, I'll do it!" Chris exclaimed, throwing up his hands. Matt clapped his friend on the back, "Thanks man. Besides, every one knows you are a better singer than I am."
Chris gave him a sidelong glance, "Don't butter me up man."
Nervously, Chris let his neck loll to one side then the other as he waited, somewhat impatiently, to walk down the aisle. *Singing in front of a screaming crowd is one thing, but at my best friend's wedding is another.* Smiling, Chris watched as Amy's 3 year old cousin, Lisa, slowly walked down the aisle, looking every bit the little princess, with her fluffy blonde curls, tossing light pink flower petals along the plush, forest green carpet as she went. Waiting for his cue to go out, Michael, Amy's 6 year old cousin and Lisa's older brother, nervously shifted from one foot to the other. From across the hallway, Jeff gave Michael the thumbs up sign and mouthed, "Knock em dead sport," he said with an encouraging smile. Coaxing a small smile from the little guy, Michael walked carefully down the aisle, wanting to make sure that the ring didn't fall off the fluffy rose - colored pillow.
Next, Jeff came slowly down the aisle, with a slightly showing Trish on his arm. Chris followed, with a slightly rounder Stephanie on his arm. Leaving Stephanie's side, he walked over to the mic, standing slightly off to the side of the podium. The wedding march began to play as Amy, dressed in a flowing, white satin gown, walked slowly down the aisle, Matt's father at her side. Temporarily, giving the bouquet of red roses in her hands to her Mother, Amy walked up to Matt and gently withdrew her arm from Mr. Hardy's.
"I'm proud to call you my daughter," he said huskily, tears coming to his eyes.
Amy's own eyes glistening, she lifted her white veil, revealing her red hair piled atop her head, with stray curls hanging down here and there, and gave her soon - to - be father-in-law a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you Mr. Hardy, you don't know how much that means to me."
"Your Mother would be proud son," Gilbert whispered, wrapping an arm around his eldest son's shoulders.
"Thanks Dad," but Matt's eyes were focused solely on Amy.
Turning from Gilbert Hardy, Amy tucked her hand into Matt's. As he wrapped his own hand around hers, Matt's eyes never left her radiant face.
Taking the microphone, Chris managed to keep the screaming edge out of his voice as he sang softly:
"There were bells on a hill,
but I never heard them ringing.
No, I never heard them at all,
till there was you.
Till there was you."
"I love you," Matt whispered to her. They turned to face the minister. "Pastor Smith, so we meet again," Matt said, an amused grin on his face.
"Under better circumstances I hope," Pastor Smith responded, a twinkle in his eye.
Opening his Bible, Pastor Smith spoke, "Do you Matthew Moore Hardy take Amy Christine Dumas to be your lawfully wedded wife, through sickness and in health, till death do you part?"
"I do," Matt fairly shouted, as he turned to Amy and took both her slender hands in his.
"Do you Amy Christine Dumas take Matthew Moore Hardy to be your lawfully wedded husband, through sickness and in health, till death do you part?"
"I do," Amy answered solemnly, though her heart was spilling over with joy. Trish started wiping at the tears in her eyes, unsure if it was her hormones, or just the sweetness of the ceremony. Even Chris and Jeff did a quick swipe at their eyes every now - and - then.
"Well then, by the power vested in me and in the eyes of God, I now pronounce you man and wife." Cupping Amy's face in his palms, Matt gently pressed a kiss to her lips.
"I've waited so long for this moment," Matt said, swallowing hard. Turning, Amy reached down to retrieve the bouquet from her mother, at the same time giving her a hug. Before Amy and Matt went to greet the guests, she gave Trish and Steph big hugs, "Thank you both for being a part of our wedding, it means so much."
"We maybe four months pregnant, but we wouldn't have missed it for the world!" they exclaimed simultaneously, still sniffling. Amy just laughed. Bending down, Amy gave pulled her cousins into a hug. "You guys did great!" she exclaimed, smiling brightly at them. Lisa and Michael beamed at her compliment. "Where's your mama?" Amy asked.
"She has her camera ready to take a pictwure of you," Lisa responded innocently, pointing Aunt Carrie out in the crowd.
Carrie frowned slightly, placing a finger to her lips, "Remember Lisa, I wanted to play, let's surprise cousin Amy."
"Ohh!" Lisa clapped a hand to her mouth, obviously forgetting everything her mama told her. Running over to her mother, she buried her face in her mama's light blue skirt. Laughing, Amy crossed the distance between her and Aunt Carrie, hugging her tightly from the side, "Oh, it's so good to see you again! I'm glad you could make it, how are you doing?"
"Fit as a fiddle, except for a slight limp, and that wasn't going to keep me from missing this. Are you kidding, I always knew you guys were perfect for each other!" she exclaimed with an all knowing smile.
Matt pulled Jeff into a bear hug and whispered, "Thanks baby brother, for being my best man."
Jeff smiled endearingly into Matt's beaming face, "How could I have said no."
"And Chris, thanks for doing that for me, and for keeping the "Fozzy" in you tucked inside," Matt said with a grin.
"You're welcome," Chris said, his own smile beaming, "but that means I get to release the "Fozzy," inside at the reception," he joked, grinning mischievously.
Pictures were taken, guests were greeted on their way out, until finally, husband and wife climbed into the limo, as Lisa and Michael joined 'the big kids,' in throwing rice on the couple.
Amy rested her head against Matt's shoulder, "I can scarcely believe it. We finally got married."
"I know," Matt responded, the wonderment obvious in his voice. Wrapping his arms around her satin clad waist, so as not to wrinkle the delicate rosebud shaped fabric adorning her shoulders. "I have the distinct feeling that many of people were silently cheering us on to tie the knot," he whispered thoughtfully into her hair. Just then, Matt pulled back, easing his hold on Amy, as the quiet whir of the partitioned tinted glass going up, caught his attention. So did the glimpse of Al Snow's face - grinning widely.
"Hey, how did.."
"He had to pull some strings," Amy replied, chuckling softly. "Now kiss me Mr. Hardy," Amy demanded softly, tracing his jawline.
"My pleasure Mrs. Hardy." Smiling, he pressed his lips to hers.
When the white limousine came to a halt in front of the reception hall, Al lowered the glass partition and turned around to face Matt and Amy, "You are so right Matt, you have no idea how many people were rooting for you two," he said seriously, a twinkle in his eye. Before Matt had a chance to register his comment, Al practically shooed them out of the car, "Now go, your public awaits."
Taken aback by Al's direct comment, Matt slowly got out and held the door open for his beloved.
Pulling up her skirts, Amy grasped Matt's hand tightly, as he led her up the steep steps. As they hurried down the long hallway, Amy gasped, "I feel like Cinderella late for the ball."
"I hope not, we might still have a few min.." Matt replied, glancing at his watch.
"Congratulations!" the guests yelled to the newlyweds as they stepped into the expansive dining room. Matt smiled weakly, "Not," he whispered to Amy.
Jeff and Trish ushered Matt and Amy to the wedding party table.
Feeling the blood rush to her face, Amy leaned towards Matt, "I can't believe we were late - to our own wedding party!" she exclaimed in a hushed whisper.
Trish, seated to the left of Amy, responded, "You guys aren't late," she answered with a sly smile. "Matt, double check your watch."
He looked down at his watch, carefully this time. "Oh, oh yeah," he replied with a relieved smile as he looked up at the two women. "Thanks Trish."
She smiled, "No problem."
"What, what time is it?" Amy asked, resting her hand on Matt's sleeve.
"We arrived on time, in fact we got here ten minutes early, everyone else just arrived before us."
"We wanted to get here earlier to surprise you," Stephanie replied with a smile, leaning forward.
Everyone immediately quieted as Jeff stood up. Picking up his glass, he started to speak, "I would like to propose a toast to my brother, Matt and Amy, who is like the sister I never had. I love you both, and wish you a wonderful and fulfilling marriage." With a conspiratorial wink to Matt and Amy, Jeff continued, "And on behalf of everyone in this room, it's about time!" Matt shook his head as a slow smile spread across his face, "You're incorrigible Jeff."
"I know," Jeff answered with a sly grin.
"But you know I wouldn't have it any other way," Matt replied, his eyes getting misty as he gave his brother a hug.
"Thanks big brother," Amy said softly, reaching across Matt, to squeeze Jeff's hand.
His fingers curled around hers, "Any time lil sis," Jeff replied warmly, a twinkle in his green eyes.
The caterers placed heaping plates of honey baked ham, roast tenderloin, mashed potatoes and gravy, zucchini stuffing and green beans before the wedding party and guests. Amy glanced over at Lisa as Aunt Carrie cut Lisa's ham into bite - size pieces. Lisa grabbed the plastic fork in her chubby fist and stuffed a bite of ham and green beans into her mouth. Thoughtfully, she poked at her zucchini stuffing before taking a tentative bite. Finding it to her liking, she smiled toothily.
A wistful smile on her face, Amy leaned in towards Matt, "I wonder if our children will look like that."
Matt smiled, following her gaze. His look turned to one of horror, as he turned back to Amy, "Like that?! She's wearing the food!" He looked back at Lisa again, who was now smashing the mashed potatoes between her fingers. He cringed inwardly, *I love children, but I don't know if I'm ready for that!*
"She's just a child, don't let her intimidate you. You didn't let Michael."
"But, but that was different. There was no physical mess," Matt argued.
Amy raised an eyebrow, "You have to clean up after you're own mess don't you?" she challenged.
Matt opened his mouth to speak, but found he had no answer. Matt was relieved when he saw Chris step up to the microphone.
"I'll be right back," he whispered into her ear. Stepping up onto the stage, Matt whispered something to Chris. Frowning slightly, Chris stepped away from the mic and pulled a C.D. from the shelf behind him. "After this you can sing some of your Fozzy tunes, I promise, " Matt cajoled him.
"I know, I know," Chris mumbled, trying hard not to smile. Even though he couldn't scream out some Fozzy songs yet, he was still thrilled to be apart of their wedding, and of all things their D.J. *This is right up my alley!* he thought excitedly.
Hopping down from the stage, Matt held his hand out to Amy, "Dance with me?" he asked excitedly.
"Wh what, now, but everyone is still eating?" Amy questioned nervously.
"Well then, we'll provide them with some entertainment," Matt responded, smiling charmingly.
Returning his engaging smile, Amy reached for his hand. Leading her onto the polished wood dance floor, Matt wrapped one arm around her waist, while taking her hand in the other.
Matt nodded his head ever so slightly. Then Chris nodded back, pressing the play button.
"You know it only breaks my heart,
to see you standing in the dark alone,
waiting there for me to come back.
I'm too afraid to show.."
Amy smiled, her eyes sparkling, "You didn't."
"Oh but I did," Matt replied, his eyes sparkling mischievously. Releasing her hand, Matt wrapped both arms around her waist as Amy locked both hands behind his neck.
"My favorite song. It's been almost a year since that day," Amy said, her eyes getting misty.
"I know," Matt answered softly as Amy rested her head against his chest. Other couples slowly drifted onto the dance floor as the song continued to play.
"If it's coming over you
like it's coming over me.
I'm crashing like a tidal wave
that drags me out to sea,
and I wanna be with you and
and you wanna be with me.
I'm crashing like a tidal wave
and I don't wanna be
Stranded, stranded, stranded, stranded."
As Jeff whirled he and Nora towards the newlyweds, he met Matt's eyes and gave a slight nod of his head. Matt looked over Amy's head to see Lenae sitting forlornly at her parents' table, head propped in her hands.
"If you'll excuse me just a minute Amy," Matt spoke softly, distracted. A bit taken aback, Amy reluctantly released him.
Lenae let out a sigh, as she watched the numerous couples whirl around the dance floor. *Matt is so sweet and cute and even though Amy is nice, it's still painful for me to watch them together, especially now that he is married.*
"Penny for your thoughts?" Matt asked quietly, sitting down across from her.
"Hmm," Lenae mumbled, not really seeing Matt, as she intently continued to watch the couples.
"Let's dance!" Matt said enthusiastically, grabbing Lenae's hands.
"What!" Her eyes widened, "I, I can't. I don't know how to dance!" she exclaimed, her heart pounding in her chest.
Matt smiled easily, "It doesn't matter, I'll show you." Taking her hands in his, he whirled her around the dance floor.
"Matt," Lenae said, slowly lifting her eyes to his, "I want to find a guy - like you," she rushed out in one breath. Matt stared at her in surprise, then burst out in laughter.
Roughly pulling her hands from his, she placed her hands on her hips, "What's so funny?" Lenae demanded. Slightly embarrassed, since they were the only ones standing still, Matt took her hands in his and continued to dance. "Why did you laugh at me?"
"Sweetie, I wasn't laughing at you. Look, you are only eight years old, first of all, you wouldn't be dating a " 'guy,' " you would be dating a boy. Dating will come in it's own time, but not now."
"Why not?" she demanded.
"Because," Matt squirmed a bit, "when boys are your age they don't like girls like that. They um, believe girls to have cooties."
"Cooties, what are cooties?"
Getting in deeper by the second, he desperately scanned the room in search of Trish or Andrew. No such luck. "Cooties are an imaginary disease."
Lenae looked up at him, her eyes wide with wonderment, "Oh, that would explain why Bobby ran away screaming, when I tried to give him a hug on the school playground yesterday."
"Uh yeah, something like that," Matt replied with a grin.
"But when will a find a guy like you?"
"When you are much older, and honey, I hope you find a man even better than me," Matt replied. Planting a kiss on her golden, blonde hair, he gently placed Lenae back in her chair. Matt turned and started to walk away.
"Oh Matt?" Lenae called after him.
Sighing ever so slightly, he turned back around.
"Would you ask Chris to sing a slow song please, his screaming is hurting my ears." Matt smiled at her simple honesty.
"Sure thing Lenae." *Oh I'm sure Chris is going to love this,* Matt thought with a mischievous grin. As the dancing wound down a bit, Amy announced they were going to have cake. Amy adored chocolate cake while Matt loved cheesecake, so they had both. The icing was mocha cheesecake flavored while the cake itself was chocolate. Lisa watched, intrigued, as Matt and Amy each fed each other a bite.
"Why are they acting like me when I eat?" she asked innocently.
Aunt Carrie laughed, "Because, it's tradition honey."
Quite bewildered, she responded with her mouth in a perfect "O."
"Adults are silly," Michael mumbled.
Jeff grinned widely, "This will be the only time I get to see Amy stuff Matt's face, just because normally he does it himself. I am soo glad I'm filming this." Jeff handed off the camera to Nora, just in time for Matt to smash a small piece of cake in his brother's face.
"And I am soo glad that Nora was filming that," Matt emphasized, grinning widely.
"Traitor," Jeff muttered as Nora burst out in laughter.
"Hmm, yum," Jeff exclaimed, licking the icing off his lips. "I think I should share the wealth." Shoving the camera into Uncle Wes's hands, Jeff planted a messy kiss on Nora's lips.
"Uhh," she said, wiping the icing from her lips. "Hmm, hey this is good!"
Everyone started laughing, but no one laughed harder than Lenae. *This is just too funny!*
Afterwards, the group was almost too full to move. The brave soul that she was, Amy was the first to get up, "Alright ladies, time to get yourselves out of those comfy chairs and catch this flying bouquet!"
The girls stayed seated, since they weren't grown - ups. "Come on," Amy wheedled, crooking her finger, "you are little ladies too," Amy finished with a smile. Excitedly, Lenae and Lisa joined the throng of women.
"Everybody ready?" Amy yelled behind her. Tossing it high and far, the women screamed and - Lenae came up with the catch, clutching the flowers tightly in her hands.
Amy smiled, her long train trailing after her, "You know what this means don't you?"
"No, what?"
"Legend has it, the woman who catches the bouquet becomes a bride next."
"Really?!" Lenae's eyes twinkled.
"Really," Amy replied giving her a hug.
"Alright boys, who wants to catch the garter belt?" Matt announced with a devilish grin.
"Oh no!" Amy feigned, making a beeline for the double doors.
"Not so fast Red," Matt whispered in her ear, as he grabbed her waist from behind. Picking her up, he tossed her over his shoulder.
"We sure know how to entertain an audience don't we?" Amy said, grinning widely.
Gently, Matt sat her down in the plush chair in the center of the room.
Pushing her skirt up some, Matt slid his hand up her dress, "I hope you shaved your legs babe," he commented dryly.
"Oh shut up!" Amy responded good - naturedly. Truth was they were both a bit nervous and were trying to lighten the mood a little bit.
"How far up your leg is this?" Matt hissed.
"How far up do you think it is?" Amy countered mischievously, a twinkle in her hazel eyes.
"Ah ha!" Matt exclaimed. Lifting her leg up off the floor a bit, Matt stretched the green trimmed garter off around her shoe. The men cheered as Matt tossed the garter up and over. Everyone turned around as they saw a sheepish Erin come up off the floor with it.
"You know what this means," Matt said knowingly, casting a glance over at Monica, who was blushing a deep scarlet. As the party wound down, everyone helped clean up, but Matt tried to keep Amy out of the mix as much as possible, since he didn't want her wedding dress to get all dirty.
Finally, it was time to go. Everyone said their good-byes. Tearfully, Amy hugged Lisa, Michael, Aunt Carrie and Uncle Wes.
"You two had better come up and visit when you get settled," Aunt Carrie demanded, wiping the tears from her own eyes.
Uncle Wes wrapped his arm around her shoulders, "Congratulations you two," he said warmly. Amy turned around, *Now where did Matt go off to,* she wondered, placing her hands on her hips. Gingerly, Matt crept down the steps of the reception hall, carrying a sleeping Lisa in his arms. Amy's heart nearly melted at the sight, *Someday, I want Matt to be holding our child in his arms,* she thought longingly. Matt tried to jolt her as little as possible as he passed little Lisa into Uncle Wes's arms, but to no avail. Her eyes opened wide, struggling in Matt's and Uncle Wes's arms, "No nap, I don't want to sweep yet!"
In an attempt to calm her down, Matt took her back in his arms and began to dance with her. She pulled her hands from Matt's, clapping them together, "Ooh goody, I get to dance wif Unca Matt!"
"Just keep a tight hold on her," Uncle Wes yelled, seeing the panicked look on his face.
"Neigh!." Everyone turned around at the sound of a horse - as Jeff rounded the corner, a giggling Michael clinging tightly to his neck. Breathing heavily, Jeff bent down so Michael could slide off his back.
"Again!" he exclaimed, kicking Jeff in the sides.
"Whoa, calm down sport. Remember, I'm not a real horse," Jeff said good - naturedly.
Uncle Wes lifted Michael off his back, "Come on son, we need to be leaving soon."
"Whew, I'm dizzy," Lisa exclaimed as Matt sat her down. Aunt Carrie picked her up.
No sooner had she picked her up, did she start pushing to get back down. "Unca Jeffy!" She raced to him, arms outstretched. Jeff picked her up and swung her around, "Hey there Angel," Jeff announced. Little did he realize Nora watching from the shadows, arms crossed, a bright smile on her face.
Michael ran over to Matt, "Bye Uncle Matt," he whispered shyly.
"Bye kiddo. Be good and take care of your Mom okay?"
Michael nodded, "Okay."
"Alright kids, time to go," Aunt Carrie and Uncle Wes announced simultaneously. Amy gave her Aunt and Uncle one last hug.
"Thanks for coming to the wedding, it really meant a lot to us," Matt told them earnestly.
"We wouldn't have missed it for the world," Uncle Wes said with a smile.
Michael and Lisa exchanged bear hugs with Amy. "Be good," she whispered to them.
Michael made one last beeline for Jeff. Sniffling, Michael wrapped his little arms around Jeff's neck, "I don't want to leave," Michael whispered into his shoulder.
Jeff wrapped his arms around the little guy, "Hey, don't cry sport. Nora and I talked with your Mom and Dad and we are going to visit you all this coming Spring."
"Really?!" His eyes brightened, "How long is that?"
Jeff smiled, "A few months."
"Oh goody!" Beaming, he skipped to the car as his parents called him again.
"Bye Unca Jeffy!" Michael yelled, sticking his head out the window as they pulled out of the parking lot.
Amy crossed her arms. "He's really taken with you," she said with a smile.
"I know," Jeff replied with a frown.
Matt clapped a hand on his shoulder, "What's wrong?"
"So am I."
Al cut the engine, opening the door for Amy and Matt.
"Thanks Al, for everything," Matt said gratefully.
"Oh it was my pleasure. I couldn't have chosen a better couple to be chauffeur to." Tipping his black cap, Al smiled impishly, "Now you kids don't do anything I wouldn't do."
Amy gave him a hug and laughed, "Will do." Watching the limousine pull out of the driveway, Amy said with finality, "Well, we're finally married. It seems like it took us forever, doesn't it?" Amy asked, turning to Matt.
Thoughtful, he replied, "Sometimes, yes, but I have the feeling we aren't the only ones." Ignoring the quizzical look she gave him, he took her hand, "Come on, let's go inside." They walked up the steps to the door, when Amy let out a cry of surprise as Matt literally swept her off her feet.
"Matt, what are you doing?" Amy cried in surprise.
"Carrying you across the threshold that's what. I'm going to do this right," he stated determinedly. Amy laughed as he struggled to fit her and the folds of her voluminous dress inside the door-frame at the same time.
"There," he said exultantly, setting Amy on her feet gently. She looked at Matt's beet red face, "Putting on a bit of extra weight there aren't ya doughboy," she teased, poking a finger in his stomach. "Hey!" he exclaimed. Pulling up her dress and train, she raced up the stairs. Able to move much faster than his bride, Matt caught up to Amy and tackled her to the ground.
"Gotcha!" he exclaimed, his eyes gleaming in triumph, as he grasped her wrists.
Amy frowned, her chest heaving against his, "Get up, you are going to get my dress all dirty."
Allowing her to get up, Matt watched Amy walk regally down the hall, Matt grinned, "You're just a sore loser."
A wicked grin on her face, Amy turned around to face Matt, "We shall see who is the sore loser."
Matt frowned in alarm, *Uh oh.*
A short time later:
Amy and Matt sat on the back porch, watching the sun fade into the trees. Her head against his shoulder, she sighed, "It's so beautiful and peaceful out here."
"I know, I wish every day could be like this."
Amy lifted her head from Matt's shoulder, "Well, it was awfully nice of Jeff to leave us the house for tonight. Where is he staying at anyway?
"You mean, who is he staying with," Matt corrected her.
Amy raised an eyebrow.
"He is staying with Chris and Jessica," he said, a sly grin playing on his lips.
"I want to hear all about it tomorrow," Amy replied with a smirk. "I'm sure the conversation will be interesting."
Standing up, Matt took her hand. "I can think of something a bit more interesting," Matt said with a sly grin.
"Oh really," Amy said with a smile, "do tell."
"How about I show you," he suggested smoothly. Noiselessly, they made their way upstairs. Matt opened his bedroom door and flipped on the lightswitch. Amy stared at his room, speechless.
"Pardon me, I thought a 27 year old man lived here, not a 10 year old boy," Amy cracked.
"Hey!" Matt defended, "I've liked race cars since I was a kid and I haven't changed."
"Obviously," Amy said dryly as she watched Matt flop back on his race car bed.
"Besides," he said, linking his hands behind his head, "I don't want to change," he pouted.
Amy laughed, "Whatever Matty." Her voice floated away as she entered the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Nervously, she stripped down to her underthings and reached for the green negligee that the girls had bought for her. Reluctantly, she pulled her hand back thoughtfully, as a plan formed in her head. Nervously, Matt pulled his t-shirt off and ran a hand through his hair. He walked to the bay window and pulled back the curtain and opened the window. "A full moon," he said to himself with a smile. The bright beam shone through the window and left a pattern on the floor.
"Matt?" Amy asked hesitantly. He turned around.
"You startled me there for a second," he said, a slow smile spreading across his face. "You look beautiful."
She laughed nervously, "Maybe you have been talking to the moon too much."
Matt sat down on the bed and pulled her into his lap, "Red, you could be wearing a potato sack and I would still think you are gorgeous - inside and out."
"The girls bought me lingerie.. hey, I see that gleam in your eye Matt Hardy!"
Matt barely bit back a grin, "Sweetheart, whatever you feel most comfortable in."
"You're darn right! And I feel most comfortable wearing one of your old sweatshirts. Um, you did wash this by the way, didn't you?"
"What do you take me for.. - um, I think so." Amy just laughed and buried her head in his shoulder.
"Nervous?" Matt asked her gently.
"Completely, and you?"
"Very, I - ah!" Amy giggled as she resumed her tickling. "You know I am ticklish - and I hate being tickled!"
"So," Amy answered flippantly. "Say Uncle!" she demanded. Matt tried to push her hands away as he fell back against the pillows. Mercilessly, she attacked his ribs with a vengeance.
"Uncle, uncle!" he yelled. Amy pulled back, breathless.
Her guard down, Matt grabbed her by the shoulders, flipping her over so she was pinned beneath him. "Now, I'm the one on top," he finished, breathing heavily.
"Face it, I'm too much for you," Amy said, a saucy grin on her face.
"Never!" Cupping her face in his, Matt's lips passionately claimed hers. Caressing his face with her fingertips, Amy fervently returned the kiss.
Sunlight streamed through the window as Amy slowly opened her eyes. Snuggling closer to Matt she laid her head on his chest, content to feel the rise and fall of it. He reached an arm over and rested his hand on the back of her head, softly stroking her gleaming, red tresses.
Amy smiled sleepily, "So, you're awake."
"Mm Hmm," Matt responded, smiling slightly.
"I'm going to go take a bath, then one of us can make breakfast."
Matt opened one eye at her last statement, "One of us?"
"Mm Hmm," she sing - songed as she shut the bathroom door.
30 minutes later:
Matt carefully balanced the two trays as he opened up their bedroom door. Sitting them carefully on the desk next to the window, he rapped his knuckles on the bathroom door, "Breakfast is ready."
"Okay, I'll be out soon!"
"Soon, you are going to be a prune if you stay in their much longer!" Matt yelled. "Besides, breakfast will get cold."
Impatient, Matt threw open the door. Sighing, Amy sunk deeper into the bubble bath.
"Ummm, Calgon take me away," she said with a wry grin, closing her eyes.
Cautiously, Matt tip-toed over, "Ames?"
Suddenly, a soapy hand shot out of the water, grabbing a fistful of Matt's collar. Amy planted a quick yet passionate kiss on Matt's lips. "I'm glad we waited." Cradling her face in his hands, Matt responded, "So am I." Alas, as Matt deepened the kiss, he discovered that it is not wise to lean over the edge of a slippery tub. A loud splash sounded as Matt fell in. "Ah! I definitely sense breakfast will be cold."
"Ya think," Amy retorted with a small giggle.