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Summary: Amy is distraught upon receiving a call learning of her husband, Matt Hardy's death. When a new man senses her sorrow and steps in to save her, will it be to late? Or can she find real lasting love again?

Additional Information: This is the second story in the series Love United. It follows after the Trish and Shawn love story.

A/N1: Thank you for rendering your support for this story and for sitting on pins and needles wondering when I will finally place the two of them together in the most romantic way. It shall come; I just haven't the best idea yet as to when. So bear with me and I will make it worth your while.

I can't believe that I actually agreed to this Amy thought to herself as she primped her hair in front of the mirror. It had now been almost a week since Chris had pulled her to him and kissed her hard and strong. It had been two weeks since the death of the only man she could fit into her heart and she was no closer to moving on then she had been that first night.

It was nice having Chris around the house. He cooked, good but not well, and he did a really good job of cleaning up after all the messes she managed to make. She hadn't felt the need to do anything, much less do laundry, but she found that no matter what, he was there for her and she in some way owed him. It was just a shame that she could never give him what he really needed from her, from any woman in their right mind.

"You can give it to him but you are being stubborn again is all Amy. When will you wake up and see that because I died, your life didn't end?"

"I don't want to have this talk right now Matt. Isn't it enough that you talked me into accepting Chris's offer to get out of the damn house? How much more do you want from me at this point?"

"I want you to realize how beautiful you are and that you are capable enough to move on from me."

"You had no issue kicking my ass to the curb to bed all the angels did you?" she knew it sounded funny the minute it came out of her mouth, but she didn't know what else to say to him. He had been there like he promised from the day he died, whenever she needed him, which she found wasn't as much as it once was. She was at a loss now because she knew deep in her heart that he was right and she needed to love him enough to move on and be happy again. She just didn't see it being with Chris Irvine.

"You can be a funny girl sometimes Amy. I didn't die so I could nail more angelic girls then you believe me. They don't happen to get any better then you. I died so I could be able to give you the life you really need and deserve."

"The life I needed was fine with you in it, alive and well thank you very much."

He knew it was going to take a long time to make her see what he had done had been for her, but he knew with the time he had on his hands now, he could do it. Not to mention the heavenly support of some angels that thrived on love. With the deck stacked against her the way it was, it was only a matter of time before she saw Chris Irvine for what he was. The everlasting love of her life.

He had to admit it pained him not to be able to be the one for her, but he knew that with all the time they had spent together on earth, and the wedding of their dreams they got to share in, he had enough memories to last him until the hereafter. He only wished that she could see it the same way as him. She was his angel, and now he had the real chance to be hers. All he had to get her to do was to believe.

There was a knock at the door then, a soft knock that Matt would normally signal with a woman's touch, but he knew better. It was Chris and it was his way of making her feel more at ease at what she had been talked into.

"Make yourself scarce Matt; you don't want Chris thinking I need to be taken away and locked up for being crazy do you?"

He laughed then, a laugh that made the walls shake. It was apparent that Chris hadn't gotten around to telling her that he was also hearing voices and seeing things in the lateness of the night. It was kind of amusing to watch how perfect for each other the two of them really were.

"Come in Chris, I'm almost ready to go."

He walked into the room, carefully scanning it for any sign of Matt. He knew that his old friend had been there, and had been talking her more into being with him. He smiled when he noticed that he was nowhere to be found and that she had probably kicked him out so that Chris wouldn't think she was clinically ill.

"Where is Matt?" he asked, trying to hide the smile that was forming on his face when she threw him a look of complete and utter shock.

"Matt is dead Chris, or didn't you attend the damn funeral?"

"Easy tiger, I meant I heard the two of you talking in here and I wanted to make sure that everything was alright."

She looked at him then, shocked to realize with the expression on his face that he was serious. He had been able to hear the two of them talking? How much more connected was Chris to this whole thing and when was it all going to end?

"You can hear Matt?"

"Well yeah, how else did you think I would get you to dinner? You love the poor bastard Amy, and he is the only one that you will willingly listen to. I had to get some sort of help if I wanted to take you out."

She smiled then, the smallest smile he had ever seen, but the one that hit his heart the most. She had assumed as always that she was in this alone, and with him there to remind her she wasn't, she was at a loss for what to do.

"So you planned the whole thing I take it?"

"Yeah, I can be pretty shifty when I need to be. You would know that if you stuck around long enough."

Chris knew he had stepped on a nerve, and the last thing he wanted was for her to take it the wrong way and then not go to dinner with him. He really wanted a chance to show her what she could have again if she just opened her heart.

"He has you there Ames. Don't rag him out, just go enjoy a night out on the town and forget all about me."

Amy frowned and looked back towards her run down face in the mirror. That was easy for Matt to say now, he was dead and she was alone. The last thing in the world she wanted to do right now was forget all about him.

"Shall we go?" Chris asked, taking her hand in a gentleman way as she stood from the chair. As they made their way out of the room, Amy took one long lingering look back. This was all happening so fast she couldn't get a handle on it. How could someone that claimed to love you, want you to move on so damn quickly?