A/N: When I was going to do this chapter, it was going to be the last one, but then I got to thinkin bout how much I don't wanna end this story. lol So I'm gonna try to prolong it as much as I possibly can. I'm sorry bout makin ya'll cry during that last chapter. It truly was not my intentions. But I'm glad it was written well enough to make people emotional, as weird as that may sound. Lol And is anyone else psyched about Soil's new CD?!!! Lol March 23rd!!! They're comin up here on St. Patrick's Day, but I think it's a 21+ show, so I can't go which sucks. Grrr Ah well. I'll just wait for the Godsmack concert April 16. And then Otep's new CD this summer..........damn, I don't have the money for all this shit! Lol Not much else to say. Here's the chapter.

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Shane and I snuggled up together in the hammock and looked up at the stars. His arms were wrapped around me protectively as my head rested on his bare chest. We listened to an almost 3 year old Nero's quiet snores, which he inherited from his father, on the baby monitor that I held tightly in my hands. I sighed happily as Shane placed a light kiss in my hair.

"Ya know, I really love being retired," he said sounding very content.

"I'm glad someone does. I hate it! I miss my baby!" I laughed.

"Well, it's not that I don't miss you, but I feel, I don't know, refreshed. These past 3 months have been heaven. I love hanging out with my son. I missed that kind of interaction."

"I know you did. But now I have to miss it," I replied. "It sucks being on the road without my boys."

"Yeah, but you know what, you're doing so awesome. I think you've gotten better since we left."

"Ya know, it's been almost 2 years since, well, you know, and it's just so hard for me to be without him by my side. But I'm glad that I didn't stick with Vince's original plan for me. I couldn't just stick to wrestling the Divas. That's not me, and the fans know that. Who the hell would believe that I would just give up everything I earned to fight them in bra and panties matches? You'd have to be pretty damn brain dead."

"Well............." Shane joked.

"Shane!" I exclaimed with a laugh. I sighed and looked up at the star that was designated as my own. "Do you think Jeff's watching us? Like right now?"

"Well, I'd imagine he's watching you and Nero 24/7, baby," Shane answered.

"Oh, I know he's watching me. I was doing a run through with Dave when I first got back into my normal routine and he put me up for his powerbomb and I just started freaking out. I yelled at him to put me down and everything. But I felt a hand on my back and instantly calmed down. I knew Jeff was right there. And that's when I realized that he wasn't going to let me get hurt," I smiled.

"Then why ask questions when you already know the answers?"

"Well, I guess like right now, is he up there watching us? I mean sitting on the stars? I know that they're just balls of gas millions of miles away. I know my physical science. Probably the one science class I was actually good at!" I laughed. "But I don't know. I guess I like to believe in something different. Like in the Lion King when Simba believes that the Kings of the past are up there. Maybe it's like that? Like in ancient times, that's where they believed heaven was. Among the stars. Maybe it's like that? I just like the thought that Jeff's up there, right now, sitting on the corner of my star, listening to Pearl Jam and Stone Temple Pilots. Do you think that's possible? Or am I just being an idiot?"

"Baby, you can believe whatever you want to believe. You have this knack for being just, I don't know, so imaginative. That's one of the things I love about you. You believe what you want, and that's the right thing for you. Because it's all in your heart. I know that no matter how old you get, you're going to have this certain childish way about you. And I love that. It gives you an innocence that most people lost long before they reached 20! So I think, yes, it is possible for Jeff to be sitting on your star, watching you. And probably getting complaints from his neighbors for his music being too loud," Shane laughed.

"It's amazing how he's still such a big part of my life. He's been gone for almost 2 years and there isn't a day that doesn't go by when I don't think about him."

"Well, you walk into Nero's room and it's like a freakin shrine to the man," Shane laughed. "But besides that, he was always a big part of your life. He guided you through everything. And I'm now man enough to admit that he was your guardian angel."

"I still miss him Shane," I said nuzzling my head into him.

"I know you do. We all miss him. I don't think any of us thought that we'd miss him as much as we do. There's just that piece of color that's missing in our lives now. But I think it's coming back slowly the older Nero gets. He's got a lot of Jeff in him. You two didn't have an affaire did you?!" Shane grinned.

"No, Nero is all you!" I laughed. "How come Nero knows that Jeff is his Godfather? He couldn't possibly remember that."

"I think Nero is more skilled at things than we give him credit for. He speaks better than any 2 year old I've ever heard."

"Yeah, that baby of ours is amazing," I smiled gazing up at my star, swearing that it had just winked at me.

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'KUAN!!

its authentic, apocalyptic destroyer

damaging challengers -- resurrection, disorder

a monument of crisis - eye strikes this - your dead

line my nest with your soul -- cleansed in bloodshed'

"The fallowing match is scheduled for one fall and is for the WWE Hardcore Title. Entering the ring, the WWE Hardcore Champion, MYSTIC ANGEL!!

'BATTLE READY!

poets gonna take control

BATTLE READY

souls violate parole

BATTLE READY

violently invade your home

-- breaking the bones

OF THOSE WHO POSE'

Dressed in a pair of black UFO hipsters and a black wife-beater, I slid into the ring, jumped up on the posts, and held up my belt to the crowd. I threw the belt over my left shoulder and looked up at the ceiling. I blew a kiss into the air and patted my right arm which was adorned with a rainbow colored band, as usual, in memory of Jeff.

"Angel has held this title more times than any WWE superstar in history," Tazz said.

"And this match is going to decide if she'll go down in history or be forced to give up the title to Jonah," Josh added.

"Who ever wins the belt tonite will have it retired under their name. And will go down in history to be the number one hardcore champion in WWE history. That's right folks, tonite is the last nite you'll see anyone defending the WWE Hardcore title," Tazz said as Jonah slid into the ring.

The ref held up the belt to the audience and called for the bell to ring. 'This is it,' I thought. 'The last hardcore match I'll ever be in.' I took a deep breath and we locked up. Jonah brought me into a side headlock and I fought against him. The crowd cheered for me, always knowing that when they see me in a hardcore match, they're going to get one hell of a show. I dropped to one knee and pushed him into the ropes. He bounced off them, back to me, and I brought him down in a tornado DDT. I quickly slid out of the ring and reached under the ring, throwing out various items before pulling out a kendo stick. A sadistic grin crossed my face and I started to slide back into the ring, only to be caught by a baseball slide to the face. I dropped the stick and rammed my back into the barricade. Jonah climbed out of the ring and picked me up, hovering over the barricade, my face connected with it. My hands quickly covered my jaw as I stumbled around. Suddenly I hit the mat from a German suplex and Jonah covered me for the pin. I quickly kicked out and he pulled me up to my feet. He whipped me into the steps and the force caused me to do a back roll. I curled up in the fetal position as Jonah started slamming a two by four into my back. I screamed out in pain with each shot and soon he was hooking my leg. I kicked out on two. Jonah growled at me and went to the ring, searching for something more brutal to attack me with. I took a few deep breaths as I tried to collect myself and push my pain aside. I crawled to my feet and picked up the kendo stick I had once thought of using. Jonah was in perfect position for a harsh slam to the back of the head. I swung as hard as I could and a mind shattering smack could be heard throughout the whole arena.

"WOOO!" the crowd chanted. The kendo stick had broken into two as Jonah dropped to the floor holding the back of his head. I pulled him up and dragged him to the ramp. I brought him down quickly onto the hard steel in a snap suplex and covered him. He kicked out.

"Strong son of a bitch," I sneered as I stood. I looked down at him and started kicking him in the ribs. He grabbed my foot and pushed me down with a grunt of pain. I landed hard on the ramp, the fall knocking the wind out of me. I laid there, still, trying to recover my breath as Jonah recovered and was standing over me. He straddled me, with a steel pipe in hand, and brought it up to my throat, no doubt trying to choke me out. I struggled and eventually brought his head down to mine, connecting it with as much force as possible. He rolled off me and I grabbed at my throat, coughing, struggling for air. I made it to my feet and we fought our way up the ramp. Now on the stage I hit with a hard right and he staggered a bit, stars evident in his eyes. I grabbed his head and brought his jaw down on the top of my head in a mind blowing jaw breaker that Jeff would have been proud of. I pulled him to his feet and started to slam his head onto the titantron, only to have him reverse and my head slam against the picture. He quickly brought me down in a back slide, but somehow I managed to move out of it. He released a primal yell and moved to do a leg drop, only he connected with the stage instead of me, for I had rolled out of the way. He grabbed his ass as I struggled to stand. Light blood trickled down my forehead and wiped it with my hand. I took a deep breath as Jonah and I looked at each other with deep hatred. I was the first to make a move, nail the right of his head with my fist and he moved back. We went back and forth with punches until we had dropped down onto the announcers' platform. Tazz and Josh had long since run off for fear that we'd be there. Jonah went to whip me into the steps from the stage to the platform, but I reversed and he slammed, chest first, into the desk. I quickly lifted him up and rolled him onto the desk. I climbed up onto the highest point of the desk and gave the camera and crowd the memorable Jeff shrug before performing a tight Halo's Twist. The desk broke from under us from the impact.

"Holy shit! Holy shit!" the crowd chanted excitedly as I put my body on top of Jonah's. The ref counted the pin and the match was over.

'KUAN!!

its authentic, apocalyptic destroyer

damaging challengers -- resurrection, disorder

a monument of crisis - eye strikes this - your dead

line my nest with your soul -- cleansed in bloodshed'

"And here is your winner, the final WWE Hardcore Champion, MYSTIC ANGEL!!!" And with that announcement, the Hardcore belt was retired, never to be brought back again.

Jonah and I were helped into the back and were quickly patched up. I had a large bandage over my left eye and a bunch of scratches from the broken pieces of the desk on my back. Nothing major to be worried about. After the main event of Triple H vs. Randy Orton for the Undisputed Championship the ring was set up for a sort of ceremony. There was a black carpet placed in the ring and set up in the middle were two pedestals. One holding the old WWF Hardcore Championship belt with the Hardcore Legend's name, Mick Foley, on it and the other empty. Various superstars filled the ring and Vince stood in the middle of it all with Stephanie and Shane on either side of him.

"Now as many of you are aware, tonite you witnessed the last Hardcore title match to ever take place in the WWE. We will be retiring the belt in a few moments," Vince announced as Shane held the belt that I had just won up to the crowd, who cheered loudly. "The title was put on the shelf in the year 2002. It was brought back and has been a strong title since then. And it's only fitting that the person who brought it back, retires it. So, Mystic Angel, please come out here."

'KUAN!!

its authentic, apocalyptic destroyer

damaging challengers -- resurrection, disorder

a monument of crisis - eye strikes this - your dead

line my nest with your soul -- cleansed in bloodshed'

I limped down the ramp, a smile on my face, to a crowd who was on their feet, cheering for me. I climbed into the ring and faced Vince. He smiled at me and handed me a microphone. "Congratulations Angel. You are the undisputed, number one, WWE hardcore champion." Shane handed me the belt and I looked down at it, rubbing my hand over the gold, seeing my name etched permanently into it. I held it up to the crowd and again the cheered for me.

"Wow, I don't know what to say. There have been so many before me and it's just an honor to be on a list with all of the wonderful previous champions. To be on the same list as Raven, Hardcore Holly, Crash Holly, Bradshaw," I paused and thought. "And of course, Mick Foley." The crowd grew louder as the ever famous car crash of Foley's music was heard. The crowd got to their feet as the elderly Mick Foley walked towards the ring. He climbed into the ring and we all stood and clapped.

"Angel, it's an honor to have you on that list. You are talented, beautiful, and one hell of a woman!" he laughed. "When you came onto the scene, I knew I wouldn't be the Hardcore Legend for long. I knew you'd take over that name in no time. So I'm willing to share that name with you." He took one side of the belt and lifted it into the air, motioning for me to do the same with my end.

"I'd like to present to you Mystic Angel and Mick Foley, WWE's Hardcore Legends!" Vince announced. Once the crowd calmed down a bit, we lowered the belt and I held it close to my body.

"I just want to say that I'm dedicating this win and this belt to my fallin best friend who I love more than anything, Jeff Hardy! He's missed everyday and I know that without him, none of this would have been possible," I smiled.

"Well, Angel, it's time to retire the belt," Vince grinned. I nodded and placed it on the empty pedestal. A clear cover was placed over it and we all celebrated in the ring till long after the RAW was over.

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"Are you and Matt seriously opening a training center?" I questioned as I tossed a ball in the living room with Nero.

"Yeah, we're real excited about it," Shane beamed as he sat on the couch. "We've already got some people signed up."

"That's great sweetie," I smiled as Nero walked off to play with some blocks. I sat on the couch next to Shane and kissed him before feeling slightly sick.

"You okay?" he asked brushing hair off my face.

"I don't know. I haven't been feeling well for the past 2 weeks," I sighed putting my hand on my stomach.

"Well, maybe you should see a doctor Angel."

"Um, no doctors. I'm sure I'm fine," I replied before jumping up and running off.

"Daddy, is mommy sick?" Nero questioned as Shane pulled him onto his lap. Shane ruffed up Nero's short spiky dark brown hair and smiled.

"Looks that way," Shane shook his head as I walked back to them. I sat on the couch and Nero reached up to kiss my cheek.

"Feel better mommy," he grinned at me. I chuckled as he slid off Shane's lap and started playing with his blocks again.

"God I love him," I smiled.

"Me too. Ya know, I wouldn't mind having another one of him around. That'd be a great birthday present," Shane winked at me. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. Shane leaned over and whispered in my ear, "We could always sent him to my parents for the week and be pregnant by my birthday this Saturday."

"Such the," I paused and jumped up once again.

"Sweet talker?!" he yelled after me. The only sound I made was the one of me puking in the bathroom. I walked back out and motioned for Shane to come to me. "What?"

"I don't think you have to wait till Saturday to be pregnant," I whispered.

"What?" he questioned more than a little confused.

"I think we're going to have a baby," I bit on my lip. Shane's eyes lit up with happiness as he picked me up in his arms and spun me in a circle. Nero stopped playing and looked at us, wondering what all the ruckus was about. Shane set me down on the floor and grabbed my face in his hands, pulling me towards his face. He placed a harsh, but not painful, kiss on my lips. I started to laugh at his happiness and Nero walked towards us.

"Mommy? Daddy?" he questioned pulling my Shane's jeans.

Shane picked Nero up in his arms and kissed his cheek. "How would you like to be a big brother?" Shane asked.

Nero tilted his head in thought and smiled. "I'll have a little brother?"

"Or a little sister sweetie," I smiled rubbing his arm. He reached for me and I took him in my arms. We looked into each other's bright blue eyes. "Would you be alright with that?"

"Uh-huh," he nodded hugging my neck.

"Well, now you'd better be pregnant, now that Nero's all excited. Can't let him down," Shane smirked.

"Let who down?" I laughed as I carried Nero upstairs, Shane followed me closely.

"Okay, okay, you caught me. Can't let me down either," he replied.

"Thought so," I said pulling out a shirt for Nero to nap in. Nero lifted his arms over his head and Shane pulled the old shirt off and started tickling his stomach. Nero giggled as I stood there watching, waiting, with my hand on my hip, holding one of Jeff's old Hardy Boyz t- shirts. Yeah, it was big, but he loved it, and it always helped him sleep. Shane looked up at me and smiled. He pulled the shirt over Nero's head and picked him up, pretending to fly him to his bed. Shane pulled the covers up to Nero's chin and kissed his forehead. I walked over and did the same. "Have a good nap sweetie."

Shane and I started to walk out of Nero's room when he called us back. "Where do babies come from?" Shane and I stopped dead in our tracks and glanced at each other, both of us fearing that THE question would be coming sooner or later, we were just hoping for later. "Where do babies come from?" Nero persisted in knowing. Shane I turned around and smiled at out son.

"Well, Nero, you see, when two people love each other, like your mother and I," Shane started.

"They write the baby factory and 9 months later a baby is flown in to us by a large white stork," I answered nudging Shane in the stomach.

"Oh............what's a stork?" Nero questioned.

"A stork is a bird," Shane answered with a nod.

"Thank you Captain explanation," I rolled my eyes. I placed another kiss on Nero's forehead. "Is that it?"

"Yep! I love you Mommy," he smiled.

"I love you too," I grinned.

"I love you too Daddy."

"Love you Nero." Shane and I left Nero's room for him to sleep. When we reached the living room, we curled up on the couch.

"Should I be scared?" I asked.

"Why would you be scared? We have one healthy boy, why wouldn't we have another?"

"I don't know. Maybe that's just something mother's question."

"Well don't. You're healthy, I'm healthy, Nero's healthy, I'm sure this baby will be no different."

"Well, here's another year taken off from work," I sighed.

"Good, that means more time for the three of us to be together," Shane smiled hugging me tightly.

"Correction, the FOUR of us," I laughed.

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A/N2: Alright, I think this is the second to the last chapter. So I'm almost positive that the next one will be the last one. I think that's it. I hope ya'll like this chapter. The song I used was "Battle Ready" by Otep.