Disclaimer: I do not own the WWE or it's wrestlers, Vince McMahon and family have that honor.
The song, "God is God," is by Steven Curtis Chapman, and is not mine.
A special thanks to my sister for proof-reading this whole series for me. I owe ya big time. lol! :)
Thanks to everyone who has read this saga. And Claire, thanks for continuous support for the series from the beginning.
Hope you all like it! :-)
Chapter 13: Hello, Goodbye
Amy caught a late flight back to Cameron, tears in her eyes, as she hugged Matt good bye.
"Matt, I hate to leave-but I can't stay indefinitely. There is so much back home I have to attend to.." Amy trailed off, feeling incredibly guilty.
"I know, it's okay, I understand. Jeff would understand too," Matt responded gently, wiping away a tear from each cheek with his thumbs. "I'll be home as soon as I can. I have to finish out this tour and then I'll get to have some time off with you and Jeff."
"Matt, I.." she trailed off reluctantly.
"What is it hon?"
"Um, nothing."
Matt stared at her suspiciously. He knew that she was keeping something from him. It bothered him considerably, but he decided to let it slide - for now. This was not the time to push for secrets.
"Do you think Jeff is going to pull through?" Amy asked tearfully, breaking down for the first time that night.
"He has to!" Matt cried vehemently, clenching his fists at his sides. "I don't know what I would do if I lost Jeff. I love him so much!" he exclaimed, wrapping his arms around his fiery angel. Clinging to each other, they silently prayed for God to spare Jeff's life.
Sorrowfully, Matt watched the plane carrying his wife take flight. Unexpectedly, his cell phone rang, "Hello?"
"He what?! Were they.." Slamming his phone shut, Matt called for a taxi, as his own eyes brimmed with tears. The damn had broke.
Very emotional and exhausted, Amy slowly walked up the driveway and slipped the key into their house, Jeff's house too. *Oh God, please don't let him die, please,* her heart pleaded. Amy's eyes snapped open at the sound of Penny barking. *What the..* walking around to the side of the house, Amy unlocked the gate, "Penny, what's wrong, I don't hear anything?" Looking at Penny as if she were a few fries short of a happy meal, Amy shook her head and started her way back up the path to the front door. Penny got in front of her though and nuzzled Amy's hand with her head. Smiling, Amy was forced to back up a few steps, as Penny kept pushing her head into Amy's arm. As Penny snuggled up against Amy's back, Amy's head jerked up as she heard a loud pop. Thinking the sound came from the bushes behind her, she turned around. All of a sudden, Amy felt a wave of tremendous heat hit her as the house exploded in a ball of orange-white hot flame, throwing Amy into the brush. Attempting to push herself up onto her elbows, she gasped as excruciating pain rippled through her stomach. "The baby," Amy whimpered as she felt something sticky and warm encompass her dress. The last thing she remembered as her world exploded in excruciating pain, was Penny howling, licking Amy's hands and face profusely.
A tear-stained Stephanie handed the pay phone to Matt, "Matt, it's your father. Amy's been hurt!" Stephanie frowned deeply as she handed the phone to Matt.
"Wha, what? How?!" Gripping the receiver to his ear, Matt's face paled, "Oh my.." Matt's hand shook as he hung up the phone, "Give everyone my love, but I have to go," he yelled to Steph, as he rushed down the hall.
"Godspeed Matt," Stephanie said softly.
Several hours later, back in the states:
"Where is she?" Matt demanded wildly, bursting through the waiting room doors.
"Where is who?" the receptionist asked calmly, all the while frantically pressing the red button at her desk. Within minutes, two security guards appeared at Matt's side, ready to escort him out.
"Don't remove him from this building Ma'am," Gilbert Hardy requested as he walked purposefully to the group. "This is Matthew Hardy, her husband."
"Oh, I'm sorry sir," the receptionist apologized to the father and son.
"It's alright, you didn't know," Mr. Hardy said kindly.
"Matt, her room is on the 3rd floor, down the corridor to the left, 8th door on the right. She's asking for you!" he called, as Matt raced for the elevator.
Heart pounding wildly in his chest, Matt quietly opened Amy's door.
Quietly, he crept to the chair by her bedside, thinking she was asleep. She rolled over to face him, staring at him with haunted eyes. "Honey, I thought you were asleep," Matt said softly, brushing back a lock of her matted hair. Amy shook her head furiously.
Leaning forward, she clutched the folds of his hospital gown, "Matt, no one has told me anything, is our baby..?" Amy asked, a cold fear clutching at her heart.
Matt shook his head slowly, tears stinging his eyes, "No sweetheart," he responded hesitantly, "our baby didn't make it."
"No!" Amy sobbed, wrapping her shaking arms around his neck. Matt wrapped his arms around Amy, rocking her back and forth in his arms like a child.
"We will get through this, we are going to make it," he reassured her, his own voice shaking.
"Our baby girl, I lost our baby girl."
"And the pain falls like a curtain,
on the things I once called certain.
And I have to say the words I fear the most:
I just don't know.
And the questions without answers,
come and paralyze the dancer,
so I stand here on the stage afraid to move,
afraid to fall.
God is God.."
To be continued..
The song, "God is God," is by Steven Curtis Chapman, and is not mine.
A special thanks to my sister for proof-reading this whole series for me. I owe ya big time. lol! :)
Thanks to everyone who has read this saga. And Claire, thanks for continuous support for the series from the beginning.
Hope you all like it! :-)
Chapter 13: Hello, Goodbye
Amy caught a late flight back to Cameron, tears in her eyes, as she hugged Matt good bye.
"Matt, I hate to leave-but I can't stay indefinitely. There is so much back home I have to attend to.." Amy trailed off, feeling incredibly guilty.
"I know, it's okay, I understand. Jeff would understand too," Matt responded gently, wiping away a tear from each cheek with his thumbs. "I'll be home as soon as I can. I have to finish out this tour and then I'll get to have some time off with you and Jeff."
"Matt, I.." she trailed off reluctantly.
"What is it hon?"
"Um, nothing."
Matt stared at her suspiciously. He knew that she was keeping something from him. It bothered him considerably, but he decided to let it slide - for now. This was not the time to push for secrets.
"Do you think Jeff is going to pull through?" Amy asked tearfully, breaking down for the first time that night.
"He has to!" Matt cried vehemently, clenching his fists at his sides. "I don't know what I would do if I lost Jeff. I love him so much!" he exclaimed, wrapping his arms around his fiery angel. Clinging to each other, they silently prayed for God to spare Jeff's life.
Sorrowfully, Matt watched the plane carrying his wife take flight. Unexpectedly, his cell phone rang, "Hello?"
"He what?! Were they.." Slamming his phone shut, Matt called for a taxi, as his own eyes brimmed with tears. The damn had broke.
Very emotional and exhausted, Amy slowly walked up the driveway and slipped the key into their house, Jeff's house too. *Oh God, please don't let him die, please,* her heart pleaded. Amy's eyes snapped open at the sound of Penny barking. *What the..* walking around to the side of the house, Amy unlocked the gate, "Penny, what's wrong, I don't hear anything?" Looking at Penny as if she were a few fries short of a happy meal, Amy shook her head and started her way back up the path to the front door. Penny got in front of her though and nuzzled Amy's hand with her head. Smiling, Amy was forced to back up a few steps, as Penny kept pushing her head into Amy's arm. As Penny snuggled up against Amy's back, Amy's head jerked up as she heard a loud pop. Thinking the sound came from the bushes behind her, she turned around. All of a sudden, Amy felt a wave of tremendous heat hit her as the house exploded in a ball of orange-white hot flame, throwing Amy into the brush. Attempting to push herself up onto her elbows, she gasped as excruciating pain rippled through her stomach. "The baby," Amy whimpered as she felt something sticky and warm encompass her dress. The last thing she remembered as her world exploded in excruciating pain, was Penny howling, licking Amy's hands and face profusely.
A tear-stained Stephanie handed the pay phone to Matt, "Matt, it's your father. Amy's been hurt!" Stephanie frowned deeply as she handed the phone to Matt.
"Wha, what? How?!" Gripping the receiver to his ear, Matt's face paled, "Oh my.." Matt's hand shook as he hung up the phone, "Give everyone my love, but I have to go," he yelled to Steph, as he rushed down the hall.
"Godspeed Matt," Stephanie said softly.
Several hours later, back in the states:
"Where is she?" Matt demanded wildly, bursting through the waiting room doors.
"Where is who?" the receptionist asked calmly, all the while frantically pressing the red button at her desk. Within minutes, two security guards appeared at Matt's side, ready to escort him out.
"Don't remove him from this building Ma'am," Gilbert Hardy requested as he walked purposefully to the group. "This is Matthew Hardy, her husband."
"Oh, I'm sorry sir," the receptionist apologized to the father and son.
"It's alright, you didn't know," Mr. Hardy said kindly.
"Matt, her room is on the 3rd floor, down the corridor to the left, 8th door on the right. She's asking for you!" he called, as Matt raced for the elevator.
Heart pounding wildly in his chest, Matt quietly opened Amy's door.
Quietly, he crept to the chair by her bedside, thinking she was asleep. She rolled over to face him, staring at him with haunted eyes. "Honey, I thought you were asleep," Matt said softly, brushing back a lock of her matted hair. Amy shook her head furiously.
Leaning forward, she clutched the folds of his hospital gown, "Matt, no one has told me anything, is our baby..?" Amy asked, a cold fear clutching at her heart.
Matt shook his head slowly, tears stinging his eyes, "No sweetheart," he responded hesitantly, "our baby didn't make it."
"No!" Amy sobbed, wrapping her shaking arms around his neck. Matt wrapped his arms around Amy, rocking her back and forth in his arms like a child.
"We will get through this, we are going to make it," he reassured her, his own voice shaking.
"Our baby girl, I lost our baby girl."
"And the pain falls like a curtain,
on the things I once called certain.
And I have to say the words I fear the most:
I just don't know.
And the questions without answers,
come and paralyze the dancer,
so I stand here on the stage afraid to move,
afraid to fall.
God is God.."
To be continued..