Jeff had flown to England with Rylee just like he had promised her, Vince had easily given him three months off work, and had told the younger Hardy boy not to return to work until he was sure Rylee was back to a normal state of mind. Jeff had scoffed at this comment, Rylee had never had a normal state of mind. Not for years anyway.

Upon returning to Newcastle, Rylee and Jeff had moved into her old flat, Laura had stayed put in the states on Rylee's request, telling her that it was best for Fallon and Aurora if they stayed at home. There was no point in uprooting the children for a small hiccup in Rylee's life.

Rylee woke in her bed, without opening her eyes she reached out to put her arm around Jeff's stomach but instead of warm skin, her hand hit cold bed sheets, before anything had really registered in her head, Rylee was out of bed and pulling open the bedroom door. She strained to hear the sound of a pencil scratching against paper, it was normal for him to leave their bed in the middle of the night to sit on the balcony, drawing by the security light. The flat was too dark to walk around, but Rylee refused to reach for the light switch, something wasn't right. She moved quickly around the furniture in the living room, the balcony door was slightly open, the curtain fluttering in the slight breeze. "Jeff?" She whispered, hardly hearing herself. She reached out to push back the curtain to step out on to the balcony. A cold hand grabbed her shoulder, instinct told her to spin around, fists flying towards her attacker.

"Ry!" He caught her fists and pulled her into a tight hug. "Calm down babe." He whispered, stroking her white blonde hair. Once Jeff could hear her breathing normally again he stepped back from her, grabbed her hand and led her back their bedroom. "Babe what just happened?" He asked cautiously, chewing on his bottom lip.

"I, I don't know. I woke up and you weren't in bed and, and I thought you were on the balcony and I just got a fright, that's all." Rylee whispered off, turning away from him under the covers to face the wall. Jeff frowned, eyebrows knotted together in disbelief.

"Are you sure that's all babe? You know you can tell me. Why didn't you turn the light on?"

"Something didn't feel right, I don't know what. Look, can we just go back to sleep, please." She rolled over to look up at Jeff, knowing that he would cave in eventually, she smiled as he stretched out his arm for her to rest her head on his shoulder. Rylee yawned, pulling the quilt tighter around herself she snuggled closer to Jeff. "It's Fallon's birthday on Monday, we're flying over on Sunday morning, don't forget."

"I know babe, I know."

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"I hate flying." Rylee fumed, glaring at the back of the woman's head in front of her at the check in desk. Jeff laughed, pulling her into a hug come head lock, ruffling her hair. "I'm not five y'know" She glared up at him, not being able to hold her serious face for long before she burst into laughter

"Next!"

"Hi, Rylee McMahon and Jeff Hardy." Rylee handed over her business credit card, getting more and more bored of the airport by the minute.

"Thank you Miss McMahon," The young girl behind the desk, typed in their names and scanned the screen. "Miss McMahon, Mr Hardy, your private jet had arrived, please step to the side, Jane will be with you in a moment to take you to the VIP lounge."

"Cheers." Rylee smiled as the girl handed her back her business credit card and their passes.

"Mr Hardy, Miss McMahon. My name is Jane. Follow me." Jane was a young woman with short, straight, chesnut hair, a petite figure wrapped in a pin striped suit. Rylee looked up to Jeff's face and watched his eyes move down under Jane's swaying hips.

"Pervert." Rylee hissed, slapping Jeff's chest with the back of her hand.

"Welcome to the VIP lounge, refreshments are available at the bar, and if there is anything I can do, don't hesitate to ask." Jane smiled before walking away. The VIP lounge hasn't anything they hadn't seen before, huge leather sofas, wide screen television screens were dotted around the room, Sky News on permantly. Rylee walked straight to the window to see if she could spot the small black private jet. She smiled when she found it, thinking as she always did when she saw it that it looked like a small animal in amungst a group of elephants.

"Miss McMahon?" Rylee spun around, to see Jane. "Your jet is ready."

A/N : Hey, sorry this chapter is shit, i haven't posted anything in ages, and i have a bit of spare time at the minute so i should be posted more often, sorry for the ridiculous wait.