The airport was crowded and noisy and I wanted to get on the plane. Adam held Matt on his lap to my left, and Jay was at my right. I was dazing out as I waited, endlessly, for our plane to come in. We had arrived with a lot of superstars and were the only three left in the airport.
"This is ridiculous." Jay said leaning forward. "Three hours?"
"Maybe there's bad weather somewhere." I said.
"US Airways flight 1607 to Tampa Florida is canceled due to hardware failure." A voice said over the loudspeaker.
"Fucking great." Jay said. He stood up and walked to the lady standing at the desk by the boarding gate. "Blondie, here."
"Can I help you, sir?" She asked.
"Apparently not considering I'm still here in Boston when I should have been in Tampa an hour ago." He answered.
"Your flight had to make an emergency landing due to hardware failure, I'm sorry, sir, there's nothing I can do." She said.
"Do you know who I am?" Jay asked. He must have been pissed, Jay never pulls rank on anyone. "I'm Christian, a professional wrestler. I've been traveling for, pretty much, the past month. Getting my ass kicked. I am tired, beat, sore, and I need to get home, because I have about two days before I set off and do it again."
"I'm sorry, sir, there's nothing I can do." She repeated.
"I think not." Jay said. "You find us a plane with four empty seats going to Tampa and you get us there." He pretty much demanded her to do something for us.
She looked fearful and picked up a phone. Jay's eyes were red. He never usually gets this angry, and Adam and I were trying hard to hold our laughter in. When he tries yelling at us, we just laugh back at him. He's got this funny look when he's mad.
"Sir, I have a flight, but it leaves in five minutes. It's at gate sixteen-"
Before she could finish Jay had us running to catch this other flight. When we got there the doors were closing. The pilot of the flight just got word about us, and we were let on. Once in the seat Jay let out a sigh.
"Well, that was some handy work." Adam said turning around to face us. His seat was in front of us.
"I want to go home." Jay replied. "No if ands or buts about it. I was getting home."
Adam and I looked at each other and smiled, trying not to laugh once more.
I sat back in my window seat and looked at the world below me. Matthew was in between Jay and myself and wasn't bothered by the flying. He grew up on plans and in hotels, nothing of that nature fazed him. Me, on the other hand, hates flying. It scares me to the bones. I've flown many times before joining the WWE, to get to different sets, but I never grew used to it.
"It's only two and a half hours." Jay told me.
"Yeah, I know." I replied. I took a deep breath.
"At least we know the boy's got the hang for flying." Adam said turning around again. "Look at him. He's content."
"That's not my genetics." I said.
"No, we know that. Anything mischievous would be you." He replied with a laugh. I laughed back with that sarcastic laugh. "I was kidding."
"I know." I said back. "He's going to be like his daddy anyway, I can tell. Look at him, he looks like him. He's got his fathers every trait. I don't know if you see it like I do."
"I do." Jay spoke up. "I see it. I see him with his father and I know."
"Does his birth certificate read Hardy?" Adam asked.
"Matthew Anthony Hardy." I answered. "I was there myself, I did it myself. And when it came down to thinking of a name, I couldn't think of one. Nothing came to me. Matt didn't know he was the father, no one knew I was pregnant, except Stephanie, so I couldn't really ask Matt what he thought, or anyone really. She liked the name Anthony and for her, I wanted to use it, but I wasn't as crazy about it as she was. And the nickname Tony didn't really strike me. I came from New York, I saw enough Tony's, ya know. I remember that first night after he was born laying in bed and I couldn't sleep. The name Michael came to me, Michael Anthony, it was cute. But then Matthew came into mind, and it just stuck. And to me, if I named him Matthew, Matt would believe me that he was his son. And when I looked at him the next day he just looked like his father I had to."
"Why did you use Hardy and not Diaz?" Adam asked.
"That was more like a split second decision. I was at the desk ready to leave and they asked for a last name and I just blurted out Hardy. That's how it happened. Only Matt and Stephanie know that. Not Paul, not even Jeff found out."
"Well, hopefully you'll get that last name." Jay said with a smile.
"Screw you." I said.
"Pretty intense if Jeff didn't even know." Adam said.
"Well he was really uptight about Matthew in the first place, it just wasn't my place to tell him that I used the last name. Maybe it was, maybe I should have been honest up front, ya know." I paused. "I remember when I told Matt, right before we went out for a match, it was a Smackdown, I was escorting him to ringside, and I just told him. He was thrown off the whole match." I laughed. "It was kind of funny."
No one had questioned Matthew's name before. I didn't care that anyone asked, anyone could have asked and I would have told them the truth. Stephanie was a little cautious about doing it. She thought it might damage some friendships, or anything that might develop. She was right, it could have ruined a lot, which is probably why I didn't tell Jeff about Matthew's last name. He never asked me about it, not once. Either he knew or assumed that I used mine or Hardy. But I never opened my mouth about it.
I should have been honest from the beginning, but I didn't want to taint anything that could happen. So I thought best to just not say anything unless anyone asked. I didn't want to cause anything among any superstar, and of course myself and Jeff.
I didn't tell Paul because I knew his fatherly instincts would dig their claws into me and guilt would push me to tell people. I didn't want to tell anyone out of guilt. Paul would also advice me on how dangerous it could be. But I decided to do it. Matt Hardy is Matthew's father, and I want Matt to have the same last name as his father. No one can take that away from him. The name is proof to him, to Matt, to everyone that Matt is indeed his father.
I can now say why I did it. At first, it seemed, and was, an impulsive decision, but with reasons behind it. Reasons I didn't see it at first. I wasn't sure if Matt would even accept Matthew as his son. There were possibilities that he could not have been. I knew. I knew for sure that Matthew was Matt's son. Another reason why I named him Matthew. But, if I gave Matthew the Hardy name on his birth certificate, Matt would have to accept him. Everyone would. To me, that immortalized it, and Matt would know.
The plane finally touched ground in Tampa, Florida, and I swear I thought Jay was going to kiss the ground. We got our bags and headed out to the daily parking lot where we owed about ten dollars in tolls. I put Matthew's car seat in the front seat of my Vette and everything in the back.
"You should have brought the Camaero." Adam told me. "It has more room."
"I know, I had a truck, it's in Cameron." I said.
"Why?" Adam asked.
"Something Jeff and I invested in together, I couldn't take it." I answered.
"Buy one." Jay told me.
"Then something's going to have to go." I said as I got in. "Meet you home."
We all took off in our cars to home. Adam lived in a different estate than Jay and I, about ten minutes away. The exit after us on the freeway. Jay and I pulled into the driveway, me behind him. The driveway held my Camaero, Jay's Thunderbird, my Corvette, and Jay's Blazer and BMW Coupe. The Thunderbird is a 1969 all black, Jay's baby. He hardly drives it. He bought it with his first paycheck. A beautiful car. He puts a tarp over that one. The Blazer he's had forever. It was the car he lived in when he was breaking into the business. And the beamer was his own little present for himself.
"You're gonna get rid of something?" Jay asked.
"What else can fit in this driveway? It's huge, but if I add another truck."
"It's one huge circle, with this extra space here for my baby." Jay said. "Your cars are there, and mine are here. You can pull it off."
"I know, but I then have no use for it." I said. "I know who to give it to." I smiled.
"Wonderful, I'd love to talk more about your stupid decision to trade in a beautiful car, but I have to get into my house." Jay took off, running inside. He left the door open and his bags right in front of it. Matt showed the same enthusiasm he ran straight for his playpen and all his toys in the living room.
I picked Jay's things up and put them by the stairs. I could hear Jay running upstairs. I laughed to myself. Matthew was doing his own running, from toy to toy. I myself went upstairs to bring mine and the baby's things to our rooms. Let me give you a layout of Jay's house as best I can, to better understand where things are. When you first enter the room there is a big open room, that's the living room, the one anyone can go in. It's a hardwood floor with a couch, love seat, all of Matt's toys that aren't upstairs. The TV's in there, everything you'd find in a living. That leads into the kitchen. A small step up from the living room. Typical kitchen. It's pretty big with two ovens and things. Both are in the island in the middle of the kitchen. And there's a little breakfast nook with three chairs and a small table. Next to that through an open door way is the dinning room. Hardwood floors again, big windows. In there is a table that seats about ten and a china closet with, get this, actual china in it. Now this big open space that the living room is in descends under the staircase that's pretty wide, fits about five grown men across comfortably. On the other side of the staircase is the living room no one can touch. It's all white, everything in it. There's candles, a small rock waterfall thing. A very beautiful room. Next to that is Jay's personal gym and one of the three bathrooms, the smallest one.
Upstairs is the bedrooms and things. First, the master bedroom, Jay's room. He designed it himself, everything in it, even the bathroom. It's all a beautiful hunter green, the bathroom having a matching hunter green marble tiles. My room is across from him, a burgundy color. My bathroom is black, and I love it. Matt's room is next to mine, peach color. Next to his room is his toy room, Jay's old junk room. The other bathroom is at the other end of the hallway, next to the office. The laundry room is also up here, at the other end of the hallway.
Alright, anyway, I sorted mine and Matthew's clothes out for the wash. After, Jay had calmed down, thank God, and was playing with the baby.
"I'm going to Chris's." I said.
"I'll be over in a few minutes, I'll bring Matty with me." Jay told me.
"Alright."
I went out the back door and ran across the backyard. He had a huge pool, and over the fence was the beach. Chris was outside poolside. There's no fence dividing their property, just some hedges. I cut through the hedges and sat beside him.
"Nice day to be poolside huh." I said.
"Des! How are you!?" He asked very excited to see me.
"Fine, fine and yourself?"
"Very good. Doctors cleared Monday for me." He said. "I asked for Sunday, they said don't push it." He laughed. "One day, just one day."
"Yeah, but you don't want to jump it early." I said.
"I know. But, I'd do it now." He smiled. "I've seen the show's. Heat's on for Sunday."
"I know. I wrote that match, every move." I said. "It's a part of me."
"Well, after you kick ass, me and you get to kick ass together."
"Hell yeah, been waiting for that. Do you think people forgot about us?"
"Hell no!" He said. "No chance in hell." He laughed.
"I have something to tell you sir. You're not going to believe it. Jeff and I are, well, talking."
"What? Wait, back up. When?"
I told Chris the entire story. Everything that happened between Jeff and myself. He couldn't believe it, and told me so many times.
"How did Paul and Steph take it?"
"I haven't told them yet." I answered quietly.
He chuckled. "You better. Stephanie's going to want to know about the whole Jeff thing. Paul, on the other hand, is going to want to know about Kurt. Give them a call."
"It's what Jay said." I paused. "Anyway, you want to buy a car?"
"Unless it's your red with black leather enterer Camaero, I don't want to hear about it." I smiled. "Destiny Diaz, what's going on?"
"I need a tuck." I answered.
"So the Camaero goes?" I nodded. "I'll give you forty-five for it."
"Ok." I answered.
"I'll go to the bank first thing tomorrow."
"Want it that bad?"
"Only since I saw you with it." He answered.
I laughed at Chris. Jay came across the yard with Matt. Matty ran as best he could towards Chris. Chris picked him up and propped him on the beach chair.
"Good to see you, Chris." Jay said. "You gonna be there Sunday?"
"Only as a spectator." Chris answered.
"I know what it's like, and I hate it." Jay said. "So, good thing it's you and not me." He laughed.
"Adam come back too?" Chris asked ignoring Jay's remark.
"Yup." I answered.
"Call him up. Barbeque at my house." Chris said.
Adam came right over. Being alone was boring him, and scaring me. We all went down to the beach, set up towels and basked in the sun. Jay took Matt out into the water, not too deep of course. I sat back and told Chris more about the Jeff story, also informing Adam of it as well.
"Well, Goddamn, Destiny." Adam said. "It's about freaking time."
I laughed at him. It was a perfect day. The perfect way to relax us after that flight. We were so wound up over Unforgiven and everything that was going on that we forgot what relaxing was. It felt like I had finally exhaled after returning. It felt good, very good.
"This is what I love." I said taking a si[ of my Smirnoff.
"Drinking?" Adam asked.
I laughed. "Besides that." I said. "But seriously, beautiful Florida evening. BBQ Chris style, not caring or worrying about where I'll be tomorrow. And seeing my baby run free."
"Complete Utopia." Adam added. "Enjoy it because we only have three days of it."
"You leave Friday?" Chris asked. I nodded. "Damn, Vince keeps you on some schedule."
"Bastard." Adam said.
"Well, indulge all you want while you're here." Chris said.
"Oh, and do I plan on it." I said. "Being 100% lazy."
"My favorite thing to do." Adam said with a smile.
"Yeah? It's the best thing you do." Jay joked.
The night was beautiful. Three wrestlers and a baby. Unfortunately, Chris's wife, Jessica, was out of town. Chris told us what he'd been doing on his down time.
"Physical therapy was painful." He said. "All I had was a sprain, and it sucked. I felt that I was doing better in therapy, and when it stopped hurting I thought I was cleared, but obviously not."
"What did you do on your down time?" Jay asked.
"Everything around the house I promised Jess I'd eventually do." He laughed. "And she knew when the, 'hun my back hurts' excuse was used past it's limit."
"It's scary, they always know." Adam said.
"We know all. When you're lying, joking, it all. Women's intuition, and God do I love it."
"And it's flawless!" Adam cried.
"Mine has many flaws. But when it's on, boy is it on."
"I used to like you." Adam said.
"I know, but now you love me." I laughed.
I don't think I could ask for a better first night home. I had my friends around me and all we did was laugh and joke and get a little wasted. I wasn't worried about Sunday for the first time since I composed the match. Things were perfect.
"This is ridiculous." Jay said leaning forward. "Three hours?"
"Maybe there's bad weather somewhere." I said.
"US Airways flight 1607 to Tampa Florida is canceled due to hardware failure." A voice said over the loudspeaker.
"Fucking great." Jay said. He stood up and walked to the lady standing at the desk by the boarding gate. "Blondie, here."
"Can I help you, sir?" She asked.
"Apparently not considering I'm still here in Boston when I should have been in Tampa an hour ago." He answered.
"Your flight had to make an emergency landing due to hardware failure, I'm sorry, sir, there's nothing I can do." She said.
"Do you know who I am?" Jay asked. He must have been pissed, Jay never pulls rank on anyone. "I'm Christian, a professional wrestler. I've been traveling for, pretty much, the past month. Getting my ass kicked. I am tired, beat, sore, and I need to get home, because I have about two days before I set off and do it again."
"I'm sorry, sir, there's nothing I can do." She repeated.
"I think not." Jay said. "You find us a plane with four empty seats going to Tampa and you get us there." He pretty much demanded her to do something for us.
She looked fearful and picked up a phone. Jay's eyes were red. He never usually gets this angry, and Adam and I were trying hard to hold our laughter in. When he tries yelling at us, we just laugh back at him. He's got this funny look when he's mad.
"Sir, I have a flight, but it leaves in five minutes. It's at gate sixteen-"
Before she could finish Jay had us running to catch this other flight. When we got there the doors were closing. The pilot of the flight just got word about us, and we were let on. Once in the seat Jay let out a sigh.
"Well, that was some handy work." Adam said turning around to face us. His seat was in front of us.
"I want to go home." Jay replied. "No if ands or buts about it. I was getting home."
Adam and I looked at each other and smiled, trying not to laugh once more.
I sat back in my window seat and looked at the world below me. Matthew was in between Jay and myself and wasn't bothered by the flying. He grew up on plans and in hotels, nothing of that nature fazed him. Me, on the other hand, hates flying. It scares me to the bones. I've flown many times before joining the WWE, to get to different sets, but I never grew used to it.
"It's only two and a half hours." Jay told me.
"Yeah, I know." I replied. I took a deep breath.
"At least we know the boy's got the hang for flying." Adam said turning around again. "Look at him. He's content."
"That's not my genetics." I said.
"No, we know that. Anything mischievous would be you." He replied with a laugh. I laughed back with that sarcastic laugh. "I was kidding."
"I know." I said back. "He's going to be like his daddy anyway, I can tell. Look at him, he looks like him. He's got his fathers every trait. I don't know if you see it like I do."
"I do." Jay spoke up. "I see it. I see him with his father and I know."
"Does his birth certificate read Hardy?" Adam asked.
"Matthew Anthony Hardy." I answered. "I was there myself, I did it myself. And when it came down to thinking of a name, I couldn't think of one. Nothing came to me. Matt didn't know he was the father, no one knew I was pregnant, except Stephanie, so I couldn't really ask Matt what he thought, or anyone really. She liked the name Anthony and for her, I wanted to use it, but I wasn't as crazy about it as she was. And the nickname Tony didn't really strike me. I came from New York, I saw enough Tony's, ya know. I remember that first night after he was born laying in bed and I couldn't sleep. The name Michael came to me, Michael Anthony, it was cute. But then Matthew came into mind, and it just stuck. And to me, if I named him Matthew, Matt would believe me that he was his son. And when I looked at him the next day he just looked like his father I had to."
"Why did you use Hardy and not Diaz?" Adam asked.
"That was more like a split second decision. I was at the desk ready to leave and they asked for a last name and I just blurted out Hardy. That's how it happened. Only Matt and Stephanie know that. Not Paul, not even Jeff found out."
"Well, hopefully you'll get that last name." Jay said with a smile.
"Screw you." I said.
"Pretty intense if Jeff didn't even know." Adam said.
"Well he was really uptight about Matthew in the first place, it just wasn't my place to tell him that I used the last name. Maybe it was, maybe I should have been honest up front, ya know." I paused. "I remember when I told Matt, right before we went out for a match, it was a Smackdown, I was escorting him to ringside, and I just told him. He was thrown off the whole match." I laughed. "It was kind of funny."
No one had questioned Matthew's name before. I didn't care that anyone asked, anyone could have asked and I would have told them the truth. Stephanie was a little cautious about doing it. She thought it might damage some friendships, or anything that might develop. She was right, it could have ruined a lot, which is probably why I didn't tell Jeff about Matthew's last name. He never asked me about it, not once. Either he knew or assumed that I used mine or Hardy. But I never opened my mouth about it.
I should have been honest from the beginning, but I didn't want to taint anything that could happen. So I thought best to just not say anything unless anyone asked. I didn't want to cause anything among any superstar, and of course myself and Jeff.
I didn't tell Paul because I knew his fatherly instincts would dig their claws into me and guilt would push me to tell people. I didn't want to tell anyone out of guilt. Paul would also advice me on how dangerous it could be. But I decided to do it. Matt Hardy is Matthew's father, and I want Matt to have the same last name as his father. No one can take that away from him. The name is proof to him, to Matt, to everyone that Matt is indeed his father.
I can now say why I did it. At first, it seemed, and was, an impulsive decision, but with reasons behind it. Reasons I didn't see it at first. I wasn't sure if Matt would even accept Matthew as his son. There were possibilities that he could not have been. I knew. I knew for sure that Matthew was Matt's son. Another reason why I named him Matthew. But, if I gave Matthew the Hardy name on his birth certificate, Matt would have to accept him. Everyone would. To me, that immortalized it, and Matt would know.
The plane finally touched ground in Tampa, Florida, and I swear I thought Jay was going to kiss the ground. We got our bags and headed out to the daily parking lot where we owed about ten dollars in tolls. I put Matthew's car seat in the front seat of my Vette and everything in the back.
"You should have brought the Camaero." Adam told me. "It has more room."
"I know, I had a truck, it's in Cameron." I said.
"Why?" Adam asked.
"Something Jeff and I invested in together, I couldn't take it." I answered.
"Buy one." Jay told me.
"Then something's going to have to go." I said as I got in. "Meet you home."
We all took off in our cars to home. Adam lived in a different estate than Jay and I, about ten minutes away. The exit after us on the freeway. Jay and I pulled into the driveway, me behind him. The driveway held my Camaero, Jay's Thunderbird, my Corvette, and Jay's Blazer and BMW Coupe. The Thunderbird is a 1969 all black, Jay's baby. He hardly drives it. He bought it with his first paycheck. A beautiful car. He puts a tarp over that one. The Blazer he's had forever. It was the car he lived in when he was breaking into the business. And the beamer was his own little present for himself.
"You're gonna get rid of something?" Jay asked.
"What else can fit in this driveway? It's huge, but if I add another truck."
"It's one huge circle, with this extra space here for my baby." Jay said. "Your cars are there, and mine are here. You can pull it off."
"I know, but I then have no use for it." I said. "I know who to give it to." I smiled.
"Wonderful, I'd love to talk more about your stupid decision to trade in a beautiful car, but I have to get into my house." Jay took off, running inside. He left the door open and his bags right in front of it. Matt showed the same enthusiasm he ran straight for his playpen and all his toys in the living room.
I picked Jay's things up and put them by the stairs. I could hear Jay running upstairs. I laughed to myself. Matthew was doing his own running, from toy to toy. I myself went upstairs to bring mine and the baby's things to our rooms. Let me give you a layout of Jay's house as best I can, to better understand where things are. When you first enter the room there is a big open room, that's the living room, the one anyone can go in. It's a hardwood floor with a couch, love seat, all of Matt's toys that aren't upstairs. The TV's in there, everything you'd find in a living. That leads into the kitchen. A small step up from the living room. Typical kitchen. It's pretty big with two ovens and things. Both are in the island in the middle of the kitchen. And there's a little breakfast nook with three chairs and a small table. Next to that through an open door way is the dinning room. Hardwood floors again, big windows. In there is a table that seats about ten and a china closet with, get this, actual china in it. Now this big open space that the living room is in descends under the staircase that's pretty wide, fits about five grown men across comfortably. On the other side of the staircase is the living room no one can touch. It's all white, everything in it. There's candles, a small rock waterfall thing. A very beautiful room. Next to that is Jay's personal gym and one of the three bathrooms, the smallest one.
Upstairs is the bedrooms and things. First, the master bedroom, Jay's room. He designed it himself, everything in it, even the bathroom. It's all a beautiful hunter green, the bathroom having a matching hunter green marble tiles. My room is across from him, a burgundy color. My bathroom is black, and I love it. Matt's room is next to mine, peach color. Next to his room is his toy room, Jay's old junk room. The other bathroom is at the other end of the hallway, next to the office. The laundry room is also up here, at the other end of the hallway.
Alright, anyway, I sorted mine and Matthew's clothes out for the wash. After, Jay had calmed down, thank God, and was playing with the baby.
"I'm going to Chris's." I said.
"I'll be over in a few minutes, I'll bring Matty with me." Jay told me.
"Alright."
I went out the back door and ran across the backyard. He had a huge pool, and over the fence was the beach. Chris was outside poolside. There's no fence dividing their property, just some hedges. I cut through the hedges and sat beside him.
"Nice day to be poolside huh." I said.
"Des! How are you!?" He asked very excited to see me.
"Fine, fine and yourself?"
"Very good. Doctors cleared Monday for me." He said. "I asked for Sunday, they said don't push it." He laughed. "One day, just one day."
"Yeah, but you don't want to jump it early." I said.
"I know. But, I'd do it now." He smiled. "I've seen the show's. Heat's on for Sunday."
"I know. I wrote that match, every move." I said. "It's a part of me."
"Well, after you kick ass, me and you get to kick ass together."
"Hell yeah, been waiting for that. Do you think people forgot about us?"
"Hell no!" He said. "No chance in hell." He laughed.
"I have something to tell you sir. You're not going to believe it. Jeff and I are, well, talking."
"What? Wait, back up. When?"
I told Chris the entire story. Everything that happened between Jeff and myself. He couldn't believe it, and told me so many times.
"How did Paul and Steph take it?"
"I haven't told them yet." I answered quietly.
He chuckled. "You better. Stephanie's going to want to know about the whole Jeff thing. Paul, on the other hand, is going to want to know about Kurt. Give them a call."
"It's what Jay said." I paused. "Anyway, you want to buy a car?"
"Unless it's your red with black leather enterer Camaero, I don't want to hear about it." I smiled. "Destiny Diaz, what's going on?"
"I need a tuck." I answered.
"So the Camaero goes?" I nodded. "I'll give you forty-five for it."
"Ok." I answered.
"I'll go to the bank first thing tomorrow."
"Want it that bad?"
"Only since I saw you with it." He answered.
I laughed at Chris. Jay came across the yard with Matt. Matty ran as best he could towards Chris. Chris picked him up and propped him on the beach chair.
"Good to see you, Chris." Jay said. "You gonna be there Sunday?"
"Only as a spectator." Chris answered.
"I know what it's like, and I hate it." Jay said. "So, good thing it's you and not me." He laughed.
"Adam come back too?" Chris asked ignoring Jay's remark.
"Yup." I answered.
"Call him up. Barbeque at my house." Chris said.
Adam came right over. Being alone was boring him, and scaring me. We all went down to the beach, set up towels and basked in the sun. Jay took Matt out into the water, not too deep of course. I sat back and told Chris more about the Jeff story, also informing Adam of it as well.
"Well, Goddamn, Destiny." Adam said. "It's about freaking time."
I laughed at him. It was a perfect day. The perfect way to relax us after that flight. We were so wound up over Unforgiven and everything that was going on that we forgot what relaxing was. It felt like I had finally exhaled after returning. It felt good, very good.
"This is what I love." I said taking a si[ of my Smirnoff.
"Drinking?" Adam asked.
I laughed. "Besides that." I said. "But seriously, beautiful Florida evening. BBQ Chris style, not caring or worrying about where I'll be tomorrow. And seeing my baby run free."
"Complete Utopia." Adam added. "Enjoy it because we only have three days of it."
"You leave Friday?" Chris asked. I nodded. "Damn, Vince keeps you on some schedule."
"Bastard." Adam said.
"Well, indulge all you want while you're here." Chris said.
"Oh, and do I plan on it." I said. "Being 100% lazy."
"My favorite thing to do." Adam said with a smile.
"Yeah? It's the best thing you do." Jay joked.
The night was beautiful. Three wrestlers and a baby. Unfortunately, Chris's wife, Jessica, was out of town. Chris told us what he'd been doing on his down time.
"Physical therapy was painful." He said. "All I had was a sprain, and it sucked. I felt that I was doing better in therapy, and when it stopped hurting I thought I was cleared, but obviously not."
"What did you do on your down time?" Jay asked.
"Everything around the house I promised Jess I'd eventually do." He laughed. "And she knew when the, 'hun my back hurts' excuse was used past it's limit."
"It's scary, they always know." Adam said.
"We know all. When you're lying, joking, it all. Women's intuition, and God do I love it."
"And it's flawless!" Adam cried.
"Mine has many flaws. But when it's on, boy is it on."
"I used to like you." Adam said.
"I know, but now you love me." I laughed.
I don't think I could ask for a better first night home. I had my friends around me and all we did was laugh and joke and get a little wasted. I wasn't worried about Sunday for the first time since I composed the match. Things were perfect.