Emilie turned the knob shutting off the water that fell on her back. She grabbed the towel that hung over the top and dried herself off before stepping out of the shower. She slipped her white tank top and a pair of black shorts over her still slightly wet body. Picking up her brush she ran it gently through her hair, getting out all the little knots. She opened the bathroom door and stepped into the bedroom, where she found Jeff laying in his bed. He was propped up on one elbow, holding the remote flipped through the channels, while attempting to not let the bag of ice that rested on his knee drip onto the bed. He was lucky that was the only injury he sustained. That TLC match was brutal but somehow everyone managed to walk away from it with only minor injuries. But despite the dangerous aspects of the match the fans loved it. And even though he didn't win the tag team titles Jeff still felt satisfied about his performance. Emilie was proud of him as well. The match was the show stopper of the night and Jeff was the star. She smiled as she remembered over hearing the other wrestlers talking about him. Even Paul Levesque was impresses by Jeff; saying something along the lines of "Damn that kids got a pair of brass ones." A comment like that coming from some one like Triple H was something to really be pleased about. Emilie walked over to the bed and sat down next to Jeff.

"Anything good on?"

"Na just a bunch of infomercials. Hey do you think we need that George Forman grill?" Jeff said refereeing to the paid program he was watching.

"What's the point? You don't cook anyway."

"Yeah but you do?"

"Yeah I'll just drive from Brooklyn to North Carolina every night to cook you dinner. Not very feminist like of me."

"Well you don't have to drive. You could stay here." Jeff said hoping Emilie would pick up on his hint.

"What are you getting at Hardy?"

Jeff sat up, grunting a bit at the pain that shot through out his whole body.

"I want you to move in with me. I want you to live here with me. And when I'm on the road you could travel with me."

Emilie wasn't to sure if Jeff was serious. Sure they loved each other but they had been dating for less then four months. She couldn't just move in with him. She had a job, she had a band, and her whole life was in New York. She couldn't just get up and leave. Could she?

"Jeff I can't. I can't move to North Carolina."

"I know." He sighed "But it was worth asking. Oh I almost forgot. I have some good news."

"What?"

"September 13th Raw's gonna be at the Nassau Coliseum and then I got a show at Madison Square Garden so you've got me for one whole week."

"The 13th? Shit!" Emilie cursed out loud. Jeff just looked at her strangely, taken back by her response.

"Well that was a reaction I wasn't expecting."

"Oh I didn't mean that towards you. It's just that's the same week of Rosh Hashanah. I have to go to my parent's house. Unless you want...na, never mind."

"What?"

"Well my mother did invite you to come to Rosh Hashanah dinner but I'm sure you have better things to do."

"Are you kidding? I'd love to go!" Jeff yelled with a surprising amount of energy.

"You would?"

"Yeah! You met my family now it's time for me to meet yours. Besides I've never been to a Jewish dinner. It would be nice to learn more about your religion."

"Are you sure. I mean my family's not like yours. They're loud and obnoxious and kind of judgmental. They're...well...Jews."

"I'm sure they're all not that bad. After all look how amazing you turned out."

Emilie snickered at his flattering comment. 'What a smooth talker' she thought to herself as he winked at her.

"Oh you are good."

"What can I say; it's a gift."

Emilie let out a yelp as Jeff grabbed her around her waist and pulled her down next to him, ignoring the pain that plagued his joints. Truth be told he almost didn't even notice the soreness. It was almost as if she was his pain killer. With her in his arms he felt invincible, nothing could possible hurt him. He looked down at her, pausing for a moment to take in all of Emilie's beautiful features. Her smile, her lips, her skin. Every time he looked at her he felt as though he was seeing her for the first time. He ran his finger down her cheek and gazed down into Emilie deep blue eyes.

"Do you have any idea how much I love you?" he whispered softly.

"Probably as much as I love you."