Summary: When Amy Dumas' husband dies in an accident, she gets a second chance at a first love.

Rating: PG-13 (adult situations)

Disclaimer: I own no one... except for Evonne.

Chapter Eight

Covering her mouth, Amy yawned as she got in a cab beside Matt.

"You should have slept on the plane... jet lag's a bitch," he said as he watched her movements.

"You would think I would have learned," she said.  Amy yawned again and blinked her eyes widely in an effort to waken herself up.  "But of course, I didn't."

Matt chuckled to himself.  "How about I take the luggage and check us in; and you just sit in the lobby?"

Amy nodded sleepily as the cab stopped in front of their hotel.  They both got out and she  made her way to the lobby.  There she found a soft chair and sat in it. 

Matt walked in behind her and sat their luggage next to her.  He watched as Amy's sleepy eyes closed.  After he marveled at her beauty for a couple of moments, Matt leaned down.  With his hand, he caressed her cheek softly.  Slowly, his lips touched her cheek as he gave her a small kiss.

He smiled as he backed away and went up to the front desk to check them in.  As he got everything straightened out, he and Amy got two separate rooms next to each other with a connecting door.  Matt signaled for a bellboy to take their things up to their rooms.  Then he went to Amy and watched her for a couple of minutes as she slept before waking her to go up to their rooms.

"Where's Matt?" Stephanie asked Amy.  She looked behind Amy as the solemn diva walked through the door and into her home.  Stephanie yelled up the stairs to Evonne, telling her to get her stuff and bring it down to go home.

Amy walked into the small, moderate home and sat on the plush couch in the living room.  "Um, home," she mumbled as Stephanie followed her.

She nodded softly and looked at her best friend.  She knew whatever happened in London, didn't go well as she thought it would.  Stephanie really hoped that they would come together within the week.  "Did you tell him the truth about Evonne?"

Shaking her head no, Amy sighed sadly.  "Um, I didn't get a chance to."

Stephanie placed her hands on her hips and gave her a disapproving look at that.  She was a bit disappointed at that.  "Did you tell him your feelings for him... and he declined them?" she probed more.

Again, Amy shook her head.  "I don't want to talk about it," she answered.  She leaned over and cradled her head in her opened hands.  Amy really didn't know what happened, at first things were good...

Sighing, Stephanie sat down next to her.  "What ever it was... I'm sure you and Matt can work through this."

Amy looked at Stephanie and softly shook her head.  "Yeah, maybe..."

After the long and exhausting ride, Amy settled into her hotel room.  Still sleepy from the trip, she yawned and stretched trying to get the kinks out of her muscles. 

Amy took out her things and put them in the proper places.  Usually she wouldn't bother with a menial task like that, but considering the fact for the rest of the week it was her home... she might as well get comfortable.

When she was done, she went to her small table in her room.  There on top sat a small fruit basket with a small card from one of the shows that she and Matt would be appearing on in the next up coming week.  They had three TV appearances, four autograph signings, and a commercial to tape with in the week.  They have a busy week ahead of them... and to Amy it would be a good one if she gets to spend it with Matt.

She took the card out of the basket.  Opening it she read, "Glad you will be on the show tomorrow, can't wait to meet you in person.  David Smith, London In The Morning."  Amy shrugged her shoulders and sat the card on the table.  She opened the plastic that protected the fruit and went through it. 

Pulling out a green apple, Amy bit into it and smiled shyly.  Maybe this is the place to explore our feelings, she thought to herself with a soft smile.

"Or maybe not," she mumbled as Evonne bounced down the stairs with her bags and dolls in her hand.

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Matt walked into his home and set his luggage as well as Amy's on the floor, not even bothering to take them upstairs.  He was tired, sad, and confused with his life... with Amy... basically with everything.  The trip in England didn't go as well as he hoped it would go.

Now, it was pretty much a mess for him.  He almost thought he wouldn't make it through the week having to be with her everywhere, but at the same time he was happy that he was getting to bond with her without Evonne being around.

Sighing, Matt flopped his body down on his full size hotel bed.  He was tired, yet content with how things were so far.  Finally, he has Amy to himself for a whole week. 

Though he loves Evonne with all his heart, it was, and still is, hard for him to bond with Amy.  They practically raised Evonne together... and while it was nice that Amy trusts him with her daughter, and encourages his paternal instincts to come out.  He wanted her to see him more intimately romantic light, than parental one.

Standing quickly, he decided that there was no better time like the present to start.  Hearing wonderful things about the sights of London in the evening, Matt went to their shared door.  He knocked quickly and waited for Amy to open the door.

She opened the door and stood there with a smile on her face.  "Matt," Amy said.  She bit into the apple that she was holding.

"Want to go out?  My treat," he said quickly.  Matt stuffed her hands into the pockets of his jeans, a nervous habit of his.

"Sure," Amy said just as eagerly.

"How could everything go so wrong from there?" he asked.  Matt walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge.  He grabbed a bottle of water, opened it and drank it down.

Leaving it half empty and opened on the kitchen counter, he walked over to the answering machine.  The light was blinking, and Matt pressed the button to hear all of the messages that was left within the week that they have been gone.

"You have 22 messages," the electronic voice said.

Matt sighed tiredly as he went through the messages deleting some and saving others.  When he got to the last message, he paused at the voice and message that was recorded.

"Hi, Matt," the female voice said.  She paused a bit before continuing.  "I was just wondering where we go from here... in London, I kinda got the feeling you wanted to start something up with me again.  And I want to... but you have to want it too.  I'll be in the US next Friday; I'll be at my father's house... call me there if you want to talk."  A beep sounded as the machine signaled that it was over.

Shaking his head sadly, he sat down on the couch in the living room.  Matt thought about himself, his life, Amy...  "Maybe I should just move on..."