A/N: By now you guys must b thinking wat kind of crazed asshole I am right? I promised Sunday and its TUESDAY! 2-days late, and it ain't the first time this happened. Man, I really am ashamed of myself for being so irresponsible. I'm trying hard, completing the chapter and posting it by that day just keep on getting late. I cudnt finalize this by Sunday nor Monday, but its FINALLY done tonight. Hope u guys like it and I gotta give a load of thanks to you for the lovely reviews yet again! I came back from the 3-day trip and when I logged on there it was: 8 reviews! it made me very proud! So for that, I wanna thank: Trish and Jeffy 4ever, KaTE, Soul Charger (really? Addicted? Aww shucks), Lil Mary and finally ME and Definitely Not You! (ahem . . . I'm tlking abt the reviewer and not ME! hahaha, just a lame joke.) (Wow you really met THE Bret Hart?! How could you FORGET THAT?!!! Whoa, I heard he was gonna b a member of the hall-of-fame WWE on WMXX but then he refused to b part of something involving Vince? That's wat I heard, anywho) Thanks to all of you, oh boy, im acting like im receiving an Oscar or something! Lol. But dunt worry, if I ever receive one (like that'll ever happen) I'll surely thank the very talented reviewers of mine who stuck with me even when my story got bumped off the net. Stayed patient when I cudnt update on time, and most importantly, took the busy-time off their schedule to review on my little story. Thank you guys, ahem … wait, I was supposed to say tht on the last chapter! lol. Ok I'll stop blabbing, u must really b annoyed by my stupidity. -_-

Chapter 21

Greenwich Connecticut was the home to both the McMahons and the Levesques, but one of these homes belonged to both of them together. This was the house of Stephanie McMahon and Paul Levesque, their pairing was very popular amongst the WWE fans back in the time when it was called the WWF. But as of now, the couple wanted to keep their marriage off-screen and not go through the bumpy schedule of an on-screen relationship. Besides, Vincent Kennedy McMahon would never allow a connection between himself and Ric Flair be placed on screen, ego was a gigantic subject in both of their sides.

The weather outside was chilled with wind and snow, the coldness of it was sent past the boundaries of the home Paul and Steph shared, a perfect night to spend in bed.

The flat LCD TV was left carelessly on at the opposing wall to the master-bed, though the volume was clicked to 'mute' hours ago. Muffled sounds and sighs of astonishment came from the covered bed, inside the warmth of the blanket rested the two couple. Sharing a loving moment that is spent between husband and wife.

Stephanie rolled on top of her husband and arched her spine up, freeing out from the blanket but keeping Triple H's mouth hooked to her breast as he suckled it with great pleasure. His hands pressed her back to suck in more of the huge bosom that was attached to his lips, Hunter licked her tit to forge it into its pebbly hardness. Steph's loose hair fell from her shoulder to meet with his head in her bare chest, she looked down, enjoying the feeling of finally having this relationship with her husband yet again. For the past couple of weeks they were too busy with the hectic schedule that sex was out of the question, finally tonight, they both found each other, and one orgasm wouldn't be enough to fill their thirst. With a quick move of her soft body, Stephanie released herself from Hunter's biting-grip and fell onto the pillows beside him, she spread herself open infront of him so he could come to her and snuggle in once more to her thick, Amazon-like breasts. He adored his wife's body, and her ability to really shape that feeling of pure sexual pleasure, as the World Heavyweight Champion, Triple H loved more to be Stephanie McMahon's husband. Hunter restrained himself from her breasts to lay a simple kiss on Stephanie's pouted lips, but she applied the tongue and pressed his face to squash against hers, opening her mouth and eating his, she took the taste of his tongues and made sure he got the taste out of hers. Stephanie rounded her arms around his neck and pulled him more into her essence. Paul's hands did the same to squeeze her body to his while they smooched periodically. One of his hands even went far enough downwards to grasp her left boob, massaging it with his palm to take in the moan from her throat. He felt his spasm reproducing in that organ as it was stuck inside Stephanie, slowly he began to cum into her, filling that location with his sexual production and at the same time taking in the kiss she presented on his mouth. Paul groaned out to move away, but his wife prevented that and only pulled his head back in, the location beneath her torso moved up and down, rhythmically moving with his cock attached to her. Once more, she felt the feeling of reaching the sweet success of another climax. At least she knew she would feel that. Hunter himself started to feel senseless in his own muscular body, they let out a few gaps to breathe but never really letting go of each other's lips. He really missed her for the last few weeks.

~ New York ~

The Earth is very small, but for us it's mass is large enough to create this world for us to live in. So many people has their lives changed as each second floats away, in Greenwich a couple is sharing love together in the warmth of their bed. In New York, another couple is struggling to have one bit of communication with the person they love. But just like life plays its toll, they can't talk, even when they are in the same room, alone, Matt Hardy and Amy Dumas couldn't have a conversation. Just a short few hours back Matt got smacked by Chris Jericho's steel-chair, although it was planned, the injuries were real. So real that the current Hardcore Champion was now lying in a hospital-bed with his spine kept in position so that it doesn't pop-out of place. But as he was laid on top of the white-sheeted plastic bed though without conscious, he was sided with the only woman who held his heart. Amy didn't know for how long she had been sitting there, on the padded chair just beside Matt's bed, they weren't in the operation-room, they were inside Matt's resting room where he needed to rest for at least 38 hours. He was sleeping, he actually never woke after the checking was done. The doctor gave Matt some painkillers as medication only, his spine wasn't in any critical situation thank god, but just because of his recent healing from a neck-wound Matt needed to be extra-careful with his back. He needed to lay flat for more than a day as the doctor prescribed. Heading all the way to New Jersey for the next House-Show was impossible, but the WWE had other plans and Matt's Hardcore title would be on the line this Friday, exactly one day later. That was what Amy hated, she sat in that chair with her head on her hands, and all she could do was cry. For how long she did not count, but she kept on weeping and tearing herself apart from the inside with all the emotions that were fussing around her mind. Playing games with it.

"God . . . please . . . please help us." She slowly spoke into the darkness of the room, her voice never went higher than a single whisper. Amy could feel the pain through her head, not only emotional pain but physical pain, she didn't sleep properly last-night, she was out all day signing autographs and now at nearly 3AM in the morning, she was still awake. Her head felt like exploding, her body tired and worn out, but she couldn't go to sleep, not yet, she wanted to tell Matt the truth, waiting for another day in another time seemed forever and Amy knew just how bad her heart would shrink. The thoughts and hazed memories flushed through her subconscious every time she tried to rest her eyes. The dreams consisting of those events with Batista, leading to Chris's actions and then ultimately that Matt would hate her after those. But remembering these only gave more tears, and more tears meant her headache would grow at every drop.

Amy pressed her fingers against her temples to slowly massage the pain, she used a pain-relieving balm a short while back, but that wasn't helping.

"Uff . . ." She squeezed her eyes to take in the pain, it felt like something was forced into one side of her skull and pulled out the other end. "Damn . . ." But cursing wasn't useful now was it? The door slowly opened all the way across the room, looking up, Amy saw one of the nurses standing there.

"Ah, ma'am, I think it's better if you go home and get some rest, he will be safe here don't worry." She told her. Visiting hours was over a long time ago, but Amy Dumas told the nurses and doctors that she would be fine to stay there and that she wouldn't disturb Matt. The people there were kind enough to grant her that simple wish, but she had to leave, sitting in that chair all night long was no way to end a tiring day especially of a professional wrestler.

"No . . ." Amy raised her voice so that the girl could hear her, "It's alright, I'm okay with this, I . . . I just can't leave until I see him with open eyes." And there wasn't anything more rightful than that. Amy smiled at the nurse and retook her gaze back at Matt, the sleeping Matt. Sighing, the nurse responded; "I know that, but . . . Mr. Hardy won't be getting up until tomorrow noon. Are you going to wait here so long?"

It was Amy's turn to sigh, "Well . . . I can at least try. I, we, have a flight leaving to New Jersey on Friday. And the doctor said to take Matty to the airport directly from here. So, yes, I have to stay here." The raven-haired 28-year-old finished before looking up at the nurse yet again.

"I . . . I see, but if you have to go to your hotel to pick up your bags right? Why don't you go tonight and rest there, and comeback first thing in the morning?"

"It's alright! Don't worry about me, I'm going to get the luggage first thing in the morning and then comeback here later. Don't worry, I'm fine." Lita could feel the headache continue through her head, this conversation was really unnecessary, but she needed to tell someone about her plans so that the people here at the hospital could do things their way. The nurse left slowly after that, nodding and wishing Amy the best of luck. As the door closed, leaving the Woman's Champion all alone yet again, Amy leaned forwards into Matt's bed and rested her head there. On top of her hands, the same way she had done for so many times before . . . each time Matt was injured Amy would stay with him in the hospital for atleast half-way through the night. But tonight it was different, not only was Matt injured in the same location he was only a week ago, but she also needed to talk to him.

The tears slowly poured down Amy's hazel-eyes, though closed, the drops burst through the small space of her eyelashes, her voice once again fell into the broken sobs. "Please forgive me Matt," She cried for him, "Please . . . forgive me."

She didn't know how he could find any emotion for her after hearing all this, that was what Amy feared, Matt would hate her . . . and his hate would tear her soul. But then again, she needed to trust him, trust the man SHE loved the most. And by telling him those actions, it would mean she was questioning HIS love for her. Love, what a strange thing God has gifted humans with, at one part of the world, a couple was sharing love in the comfort of their bed and in another part, another couple was trying to have a little talk, a talk about love, but couldn't. And just like Amy Dumas and Matthew Hardy, another man's love for his maiden was slowly breaking loose, because even if he felt that way, he didn't know if she loved him back. But he couldn't live another day to wonder that thought, he took action right now, tonight.

~ New York ~

He could've sworn he heard something, from the bathroom. The lights were dimmed and the night outside was cold, and those silences made the sniffles sound crystal clear into the ears of Chris Jericho. When he woke from his strong and deep sleep, he didn't see Trish next to him. That was what made him jump up from the bed, and the second thing Chris noticed were the bathroom lights being on, and whispers, no, soft sobs, coming out from inside it. Trish was in there, talking to somebody . . . and if it was Jeff Hardy again, Chris Jericho would get furious. He slowly muttered the cursed words at that blonde man, "You son of a bitch." His voice was kept to himself but the sudden wakening from a dream only made Y2J's eye-balls burn with red veins, looking as if his hatred was allowing his eyes to pop-off.

(To Be Continued)

a/n: apologizing! Apologizing! Could you guys wait just 2 more days and come back on Thursday for the full thing? So sorry! you must already be cursing me and titling me as a disgusting immature rookie right? I don't know what's happening to me, its like I'm all irresponsible all of the sudden! Y'know at some point when you have bad days? Well, that's whats happening to my 'schedule' for the last 2 weeks or so! I've been good at the previous chapters right? I am just SO sorry guys. I really am. Come back on Thursday (if u can/care)