Kim sighed and leaned back more in the seat of Matt's Corvette and closed her eyes for a moment, trying to focus her thoughts and decide how this was going to end. She could feel Matt's anger, knew that he was upset with her, but he wasn't reacting the way that she had expected him to when she told him that he was a father. But then again, Matt was always the one who surprised people and remained calm in the most tense of situations. That was one of the things about him that she'd always liked, how he would remain calm and simply try to help, like whenever she and Amy had fought about something backstage that led to a huge spectacle with everyone watching. And Kim had a feeling that that would start happening again, because she wasn't going to take anything lying down. She had grown up, matured, and become a hell of a lot tougher while living in Calgary and training others to live out what had once been her own dream. And she would never give this chance up, even though it was tempting to just corner both Amy and Adam backstage and give them a piece of her mind as well as a taste of her fist. But she would have to wait for that.

"Matt?" Kim finally spoke quietly, her voice tentative.

"Wait till we're in the hotel." Matt barely glanced at the woman next to him, trying to keep his gaze on the road in front of him.

It took only minutes from the arena to the hotel, and when Matt whipped his Corvette into the parking lot of the hotel, Kim felt the tension rising in her. About halfway across the lot, she could see Jason unloading Mackenzie, and carrying the obviously sleeping child into the hotel, and instantly, Kim felt guilty for not being the one who was taking care of her daughter. But she knew that talking with Matt, getting to the bottom of all of this was extremely important and something that she had to do. Tugging the hair tie out of her hair as Matt pulled into a parking place, she ran her fingers through her hair to straighten it somewhat, then climbed out of the Corvette, lifting her ring bag to her shoulder. Following Matt towards the front of the hotel, she paused when he took her bag from her, reminded strongly of their one night together, when he had brought her to the hotel and carried her bag for her. Crossing her arms almost self-consciously over her chest, she stepped into the elevator when the doors opened, leaning back against the wall and noting that Matt was on the floor under hers, which made her curious as to how he'd gotten the room since the WWE usually booked most of the floors for the staff and for the wrestlers. Saying nothing yet, she simply followed Matt down the hall to his room, and waited for the door to shut and him to go off as she tugged her hoodie over her head, tossing it aside.

Turning to face him, she opened her mouth to start trying to explain everything that had been going through her head when she had found out she was pregnant, but before she could get even one word out, Matt's lips were on hers as he pushed her up against the wall of the hotel room, his large hands firm on her waist. Instantly giving in, she threaded her arms around his neck, responding easily into the kiss, moaning when his tongue pushed past his lips and she felt his body push hers more against the wall. Letting her hands move from around his neck to grip his shoulders, she realized that her body was curving to fit against his, her curves aligning against the harder planes of his body, and she was thoroughly enjoying it. Without thinking too much about it, she slid her hands down the hard planes of his chest and slipped them underneath his shirt, tracing the muscle pattern that she found there, feeling her own pleasure enhance with each jump that his muscles gave. Whimpering quietly when she felt Matt's calloused hand slide beneath her own shirt, she leaned back more against the wall, her hips pressing more into his as his hand coasted up her stomach and slowly cupped one of her breasts in his hand. A moan escaped her lips, into his mouth as his hand gently kneaded the sensitive flesh, and she arched into his touch, wanting it badly. When Matt tore his lips from hers, Kim gave another whimper, this one of protest, but was relieved when his hand kept kneading her breast.

"Christ. That hasn't changed." He muttered, dropping his head to press his forehead to hers gently.

"I thought we were going to talk." Kim kept her voice low.

"We can talk later. I need you so fucking badly I can hardly stand."

Instead of responding, Kim simply pulled Matt's shirt over his head, tossing it aside with a soft plop, her eyes quickly moving up and down his chest, feeling almost as if she were five years younger, and this was their first time all over again. But she was making sure that she was going to enjoy this even more, and cherish it, because she was hoping that this would be the start of a new beginning for her and Matt. The start of their family, because she knew that he would want to meet Mackenzie, and that he would make an amazing father to her, because it was in his nature. Lifting her hands again, she skimmed them down his chest, dragging her nails lightly over the tanned flesh, her eyes lighting up when she saw his muscles jumping beneath her touch. Feeling the tall man in front of her shudder from her fingers moving over his skin, she let out a gasp when she was suddenly pinned rather hard to the wall, her wrists pinned to the wall as well, above her head, being held there by one of Matt's hands. His other hand moved up to the front of her tank top, and the sound of fabric ripping reached Kim's ears as she felt cooler air on her chest and stomach before his body was pressed against hers again. A moan slid past her lips at the feel of his hot skin on hers, but it was cut off by his lips claiming hers again.

Matt finally released Kim's hands, only to shove the scraps of her tank top down her shoulders, and followed it with her bra, his hands cupping her breasts almost roughly, kneading the sensitive flesh as his thumbs ran tight circles over her nipples, which hardened into tight peaks. Nearly writhing beneath his hands, Kim could only deepen the kiss even as she rubbed her hips into his as roughly as she could. Hearing Matt's groan only encouraged her as she managed to work her hands between them, unfastening and unzipping his jeans, and shoving them down far enough to slid her hands through the front flap of his boxers, cupping the hard length of him in her hands. Her thumb stroked over the broad head that already had a drop of precum already beaded up. His mouth was torn from hers with another groan as his hands fumbled to undo her jeans and shoved them down, along with the thong she was wearing. Letting her hands fall from his length, she pulled his boxers down as she stepped out of her jeans and thong, kicking them aside. Expecting to be pulled to the bed, Kim let out a gasp when Matt's calloused hands gripped her waist and lifted her, guiding her legs around his hips. Hesitating a moment, the dark haired male leaned down again, fumbling in his jeans until he found his wallet, and pulled a condom package out of it. Quickly discarding the foil package, he rolled the condom onto his length as quickly as he could before shifting his grip to her hips, holding her tightly against the wall. He pressed the broad head of his length against her entrance, making her moan again even as he sank into her, slowly, inch by inch.

Kim's fingernails dug almost painfully into his shoulders, as Matt easily settled into a fast, rough rhythm, pulling nearly all the way out of her before thrusting back into her hard, going deeper with each thrust. Her head fell back against the wall, soft, panting moans falling from her lips with each thrust as Matt braced his hands on the wall, pushing Kim more against the hard surface each time he pumped into her. She knew that she wasn't going to last much longer, from a combination of the sensations coursing through her body and the fact that she hadn't had sex with anyone since she conceived Mackenzie. Her moans got louder as she gripped Matt's shoulders tighter, her nails digging deep into his skin as she finally climaxed, her body clenching around his tightly. Matt's hips moved almost frantically as he raced towards his own release, and with a final hard, deep thrust, reached that needed moment. Leaning heavily against Kim, pinning her fully to the wall, both of them panted, trying to catch their breath as he eased out of her slowly.

Finally deciding that standing against the wall was uncomfortable, Matt moved over to the bed, settling on it without letting go of Kim. Stretching out on his side, he held the blonde against him, then pulled the blanket over them both. Kim gave a soft smile, feeling more contented than ever, even though she knew that now they would be having possibly the most serious conversation of their lives, and she was going to have to try and figure out how to tell Mackenzie that her father was going to be in their lives. That he wanted her, and that he was back. That they were going to be a family, hopefully. Resting her head on Matt's shoulder, she rested her hand on the middle of his chest as his arm curled around her shoulders, holding her close to him.

"I think we can talk now." Matt's voice was quiet, even as he held Kim close to him. "I want to know everything about her, Kim. And I want to know why you never even though to call me. I thought that you had left and cut ties with me because you were upset about us making love."

"I… I was just scared, Matt. I wasn't expecting to get pregnant, to have a baby. I wanted to relearn wrestling, under Bret, and show that I could do anything I wanted to do in the ring, to show that I could be everything that was needed, that I didn't have to fight solely Divas." Kim sighed softly. "But I never regretted having Mackenzie. From the moment I first saw her in an ultrasound, I was in love with her. And the day she was born was one of the happiest days of my life. I never hid from Bret or Trish, and eventually Jay who her father was. I even told Keelie, but she's never met her either, with Kee being in Japan. But she's one of the brightest little girls ever. She's a year ahead of herself, already in kindergarten, and she already has an interest in wrestling. She loves goofing off with us, and she can even put someone in an ankle lock."

"And she looks like you."

"No, not really. She's got your dark hair, your eyes. She's tiny, yes, but she's you all over again, Matt. Even Jeff saw it immediately. He knew, the moment he laid eyes on her that she was yours."

"I can't wait to meet her, Kim. I can't wait to be her dad."

"I know."

Kim's voice was soft, gentle as she curled more against Matt, her body heavy and nearly begging for sleep, but she wasn't ready, not until she knew that she and Matt were okay, that they would be okay. And she wanted more than anything to actually be with the taller male, unlike how they had been years before. He had always been the first person to put her at ease, especially when she had first met him, when she had joined the WWE with Adam and Jason, and Keelie had been tagging along as well, even though she had left as well. Feeling Matt's lips on her forehead, she smiled softly, snuggling more against him comfortably, liking how well their bodies fit together. Closing her eyes for a moment, she simply savored the feel of Matt's large hand drifting up and down her back slowly, holding her close to his side, and knew that neither of them wanted to move, and that was perfectly fine with her.

"I love you, Kim. Always have." Matt's voice was soft, barely audible in the dark room.

"I love you too, Matt." Kim spoke the words into Matt's shoulder, letting her eyes drift close again, feeling perfectly content once again.

Kim let out a soft groan several hours later, hearing the shrill ring of her cell phone, laying in her purse, on the floor near the door. Knowing instinctively that it was going to be her daughter, she struggled to get out of Matt's arms, despite his protesting groan and how he tightened his arms around her. Finally managing to slide out of his arms, she hurried to her purse, and dug her cell phone out, smiling softly at the display, which showed the call was from Jay's cell phone, meaning Mackenzie was looking for her.

"Hello?" She spoke quietly, not wanting to wake Matt.

"Mommy? Where is you? Uncle Jay says you'd get me breakfast, and I'm hungry. I want some cereal, please." Mackenzie's voice sounded slightly plaintive.

"Okay, baby. I'll be there in just a few minutes, okay? And I have a surprise for you. Now, can I talk to Uncle Jay?" Kim chuckled some.

"Kay. UNCLE JAY!" Mackenzie didn't bother to pull the phone from her mouth while shouting for her uncle.

"What's up, Kimmy? Where are you?" Jason sounded curious, and slightly worried.

"With Matt. He's not mad, Jay. He wants to meet her, be her dad. I'm going to introduce them this morning." Kim spoke quietly, her gaze flickering over Matt's sleeping form.

"And should I ask how your night was?" There was a teasing quality to Jay's voice.

"Not with my daughter in the room, William Jason." Kim rolled her eyes. "What you can do is call Keelie. Find out when she's coming back to the States."

"I can answer that for you, Kim." His voice turned serious. "She probably won't come back for a while. After everything that happened between her and Jeff back in 2003, Kee fell apart. And I don't think that anyone's told her that Jeff is getting married to Trish. And that would kill her. So I don't want her to come back yet. I want her to rebuild herself, and she loves Japan so far."

"Christ, I'd forgotten that she and Jeff were constantly together. They were inseparable. I can't believe that Jeff left her, and that he's marrying Trish now. It's… weird." Kim dug through her duffle bag, which had been dropped, forgotten, by the door, looking for clean clothes. "Look, Jay. I'm going to get a shower, and go downstairs to get Mackenzie's breakfast, then I'll bring Matt to your room to meet Mackenzie, okay?"

"Okay. I'll let her know you're going to get her breakfast. I'll let you explain about Matt."

Kim hung up her cell phone, and tossed it into her bag, heading into the bathroom. After taking a quick shower and blow-drying her hair, she pulled on the fresh jeans and tank top before tugging her hair back into a ponytail. Slipping out of the bathroom, she couldn't help but smile at Matt's sprawled, sleeping form, and shrugged his hoodie on before sliding her feet into flip flops. Grabbing the keycard off of the table by the door, she tucked it into the pocket before hurrying out of the room. Making her way downstairs, she found the breakfast area, and grabbed a couple single serving sized boxes of cereal, a bowl and spoon, and a small stack of bagels for herself, Matt, and Jason. Pausing when she felt several pairs of eyes on her, she chuckled some, knowing that some fans had spotted her and were debating coming over to ask for pictures and such. Putting the food into a small bag sitting on the counter, she gave the table of kids a welcoming smile, and signed a few napkins and pieces of paper before waving goodbye and hurried back to the elevator. Letting herself back into the hotel room, she blinked at the empty bed, then chuckled when Matt stepped out of the bathroom, his long hair wet.

"You left." There was still the sound of sleep in his voice.

"I went to get… our daughter breakfast. We'll take it to her together." Kim was shocked at how easily the words came out of her mouth.

"I like the sound of that." The smile that spread across Matt's face made Kim smile as well as she leaned against the wall some.

Matt disappeared back into the bathroom as Kim glanced around the room some, chuckling from how rumpled the bed was, and how the clothes that she and Matt had been wearing the night before were simply strewn across the room. Shaking her head some, she set the bag down on the table in the room, and started picking the clothes up, simply tossing them into a chair, just wanting them off of the floor. Grinning some when Matt's large hands suddenly covered her hips, she instinctively leaned back into him, closing her eyes at the feeling of him nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck. Laughing softly when his hands slipped beneath the hoodie and tank top, she nudged his hands back down, shaking his head.

"Matt. Mackenzie's waiting. We can do this later, okay?" She arched an eyebrow up at him.

"Fine, fine." He let his hands fall out of the sweatshirt and tank top before tucking them in his jeans pockets, stepping back from the smaller woman.

Kim smiled, but had a nervous feeling in the pit of her stomach. She knew that it was only right, that Matt should get to meet his daughter, that Mackenzie should know her father, but it still scared her. She wasn't sure if she could afford falling for Matt again, not if she could lose him easily. Not if everything could happen all over again. Picking up the bag of food again, she made her way out of the hotel room, with Matt right behind her, and didn't protest when his hand closed around hers. She loved how her hand fit in his, how his hand seemed to entirely encompass hers because of it's larger size. Making their way to the elevator, Kim fidgeted somewhat as they rode up to the next floor, and she easily located Jason's room, since it was next to the one that she had rented for herself, the one that she hadn't even been in. Knocking on the door, she laughed some when she could hear Mackenzie's excited babble, then heard Jason unlocking the door.

"Hey, Kim. Matt." Jason grinned some, reaching down to keep Mackenzie from rushing out of the room. "Squirt, I told you to stay back. You know you can't run out into the hallway."

"Come here, baby." Kim laughed, letting go of Matt's hand and passing him the bag to scoop her daughter up into her arms, stepping into the room.

"I missed you last night, Mommy." Mackenzie cuddled into her instinctively.

"I know, baby. But I have someone for you to meet."

Kim took a deep breath, and set Mackenzie down on the bed, settling next to her, and motioning for Matt to come over as well. She knew that it was going to be touchy to do this, and she wasn't sure how Mackenzie was going to react, after being told her whole life that some families just didn't have fathers. And now, suddenly, she was going to have one. Hugging the five year old close, she glanced from Matt down to Mackenzie, her voice quiet.

"Mackenzie, this is Matt. Honey, he's your daddy." Kim spoke quietly.

She kept her gaze on Mackenzie when the little girl simply studied Matt, the eyes so like her father's taking in every detail that she could see. With slight hesitation, Matt moved over so that he was in front of Kim and Mackenzie, crouching down some so that they were all on nearly the same eye level. Kim barely noticed Jason standing off to the side, simply watching everything, and knew that he was ready to step in if something turned bad. But Kim was hoping that Mackenzie was going to understand completely what was happening, that Matt was going to be in their life, and that they were, possibly, going to be a real family.

"Why didn't you want me?" Mackenzie finally spoke, her voice tiny.

"Honey, I didn't not want you. I didn't know about you. But I do now. And I want to make it right." Matt lowered his voice, reaching out slowly to brush the back of his hand down his daughter's cheek.

Kim bit down on her lip, feeling almost horrible for never telling Matt that he was a father, but there was no way to change it now. All she could do was hope for the best now, and let her daughter get to know her father, and well, hope that they could become a real family. Waiting a moment, Kim reached down, taking Matt's hand in hers again, then pulling Mackenzie against her side gently. Leaning down, she pressed a kiss to Mackenzie's dark head, feeling the little girl snuggle against her side.

"So are you going to be my daddy?" Mackenzie eyed Matt curiously.

"Only if you want me to be, sweetie. I want to be your daddy. A lot." Matt nodded seriously.

"Okay." Waiting only a moment, the tiny girl slid off of the bed and easily wrapped her small arms around Matt's neck in a hug, burying her face in his chest as his arms closed around her, holding her tightly to him as Kim had to force back tears.

[A/N: I think this is actually one of the longer chapters in this story, but I started and just couldn't stop. This chapter slightly serves as the first mention of a new charrie I've been developing: Keelie Reso, the younger sister of Jason, who, as you have read, dated Jeff Hardy for a while. I've decided, since I've looked at a lot of my fic ideas, to start a series. It's called: 'There's Something About North Carolina and Canada' because each of the couples is from Canada and North Carolina. One story that I've started already is Jasmine Hart and Cody Rhodes. Keelie and Jeff will have the next story start, as well as Rebekah Moore, the sister of Shannon Moore, and Jason Reso, Amaryllis Helms, the sister of Greg Helms, and Adam Copeland, and finally Danielle Hart-Smith, the daughter of Diana Hart and Davey Boy Smith, and Greg Helms. I'm going to be incorporating each of these couples in each other's stories, making for lots of fun. Keelie will be returning soon, to throw a wrench into Jeff and Trish's wedding plans, and well, to cause all sorts of problems that will result in all kinds of fun, such as a reconciliation between Kim and Adam. Thanks for all the reviews, and keep them coming! -Ky]