This was inspired one rainy night (okay Monday after Raw) and I was driving home by myself for an hour and heard this song and thought of the Hardy boys. I actually missed my exit forming this story in my head. You can hear My Favorite Mistake by Sheryl Crow at: http://www.musicsalad.com/html/SherylCrow.html The song really has nothing to do with the story, basically just the title, but the concept was there. I dunno, maybe later it will. It was a combination of this song and my favorite song of all time which I have always wanted to write a story about. All I Wanna Do Is Make Love To You by Heart. Its actually more the second one. Lyrics are as follows:

My Favorite Mistake: http://www.sunflower2000.com/sherylcrow/lyrics/globelyrics/1.html

I woke up and called this morning
The tone of your voice was a warning
That you don't care for me anymore

I made up the bed we sleep in
I looked at the clock when you creep in
It's 6 a.m. and I'm alone

Did you know when you go
It's the perfect ending
To the bad day I was just beginning
When you go all I know is
You're my favorite mistake

Well, your friends are sorry for me
They watch you pretend to adore me
But I'm no fool to this game

Now here comes your secret lover
She'd be unlike any other
Until your guilt goes up in flames

Did you know when you go
It's the perfect ending
To the bad day I've gotten used to spending
When you go all I know is
You're my favorite mistake
You're my favorite mistake

Well maybe nothin' lasts forever
Even when you stay together
I don't need forever after
It's your laughter won't let me go
So I'm holding on this way

Did you know, could you tell
You were the only one
That I ever loved
Now everything's so wrong

Did you see me walking by?
Did it ever make you cry?

You're my favorite mistake
You're my favorite mistake
You're my favorite mistake

(Sheryl Crow/Jeff Trott)

Heart

All I Wanna Do Is Make Love To You

Lyrics and midi: http://www.westvalley.net/bonna/midis/alliwanttodoismakelovetoyou.htm

It was a rainy night when he came into sight
Standing by the road, no umbrella, no coat
So I pulled up along side and I offered him a ride
He accepted with a smile so we drove for a while
I didn't ask him his name, this lonely boy in the rain
Fate tell me it's right, is this love at first sight
Please don't make it wrong, just stay for the night
All I wanna do is make love to you
Say you will you want me too
All I wanna do is make love to you
I've got lovin' arms to hold on to

So we found this hotel, it was a place I knew well
We made magic that night. Oh, he did everything right
He brought the woman out of me, so many times, easily
And in the morning when he woke all I left him was a note
I told him I am the flower you are the seed
We walked in the garden we planted a tree
Don't try to find me, please don't you dare
Just live in my memory, you'll always be there

All I wanna do is make love to you
One night of love was all we knew
All wanna do is make love to you
I've got lovin' arms to hold on to

Oh, ooh, we made love
Love like strangers
All night long
We made love

Then it happened one day, we came round the same way
You can imagine his surprise when he saw his own eyes
I said please, please understand
I'm in love with another man
And what he couldn't give me
was the one little thing that you can

All I wanna do is make love to you
One night of love was all we knew
All I want to do is make love to you
Come on, say you will, you want me too

All I wanna do is make love to you
One night of love was all we knew
All I want to do is make love to you
Say you will, you want me too

All night long ...

Hi there, my name is Rachel, or Racey for short. I’m 22 and I live in a little nowhere town in the middle of a little nowhere state in the middle of, you guessed it, nowhere. There is nothing particularly special about me, I’m an ordinary girl. But, I do have kinda of a quirky story to tell. The instant you hear it, the judgmental among you are going to think I’m a slut. To you I can only shrug my shoulders. Everyone makes mistakes. You’re not totally wrong, nor are you totally right. I have done some things I’m not proud of. The story I am going to tell you, however, is about my favorite mistake. I remember it all, every tiny detail. Interested? I hope so, here is just a little bit, to give you the premise. Read on.

I was hanging with my usual little crew, about five years back. I was 17. We were just outside the city limits hanging out in a big ole field, talking, joking, laughing, and tipping cows. (No, just kidding!) We were having fun, like we always did. There was some show in town that drew half the city to the high school gym. The only reason we weren’t there, is that we decided once we blew that place, we weren’t ever going back. I think it was a wrestling show. Independent or something.. an Indy they call em. I don’t really recall, but the events of tonight, has led me to believe it WAS, in fact, wrestling. So, like I said, our crew was just hanging. Next thing we know these two young long haired guys blow out of there all in a huff and they stumbled upon us.

We all got to talkin’ and found out they were our age. There was Matt. He had dark hair, almost black and soft brown eyes. He was the oldest of the two, brothers we found out. He was 20, about 6 feet tall. He had a gentle, caring way about him. I was always known as a people person, I could read people. I sensed that he could too. I took an instant liking to him. Jeff was about 3 years younger. Exactly my age, only a month or so separated us. He was also 6 feet, had blond hair and exciting eyes that I am still not for sure if they were green or blue. I don’t think he sat still for more than two minutes at a time. He took some getting used to. I just wasn’t used to fast people. He was full of energy, electric, and magnetic. Soon I was drawn to him as well. The rest of my crew didn’t seem impressed. I was. Call it stereotypical simple country girl mentality, I was drawn into their charisma. I was not a dumb gal, mind you, I just didn’t always do the smartest things. Since my friends were starting to give me the brush off for engaging the strangers in conversation I suggested we three take it elsewhere.

I took them to Joneses. It was a little diner close by. We had hamburgers and fries. No big surprise there. But, it all started with fries and ketchup. Who knew this delicacy could be erotic? Matt had dipped a fry, then when he went to put it in his mouth he smeared the ketchup against the corner of his lip. I guessed it was an accident, and he didn’t notice. I reached over and brushed it off, intending to wipe it on a napkin. He snatched my hand and sucked the ketchup off. I gulped visibly and blushed. He just smirked. Jeff, I supposed, felt that he wasn’t getting enough attention, so he took a fry, dipped it in ketchup and leaning over me, smacked Matt in the forehead with the red goop. I couldn’t help but laugh at the stern look on his face. Matt wiped his forehead with a napkin. Jeff smiled in victory and whispered in my ear. I remember it was something about, "I knew I would be the one to make you crack." It was a hot, seductive whisper and I immediately felt the butterflies in my stomach. Matt looked like he was about to commit murder so I told Lucy, the waitress, to get our check. I gave Jeff the money, refusing to let either of them fight over who was going to pay. I took Matt out to the truck.

He was moping. As we leaned against the hood, staring at each other he finally admitted to me that they had a contest going to see who would get me to laugh first. I quirked my eyebrows and asked if he had done the ketchup smear on purpose. He nodded. I smiled up at him and let my hand drift up his chest to end with burying my fingers in his hair. I had a secret, I told him. The secret was that it was his look that made me laugh, not Jeff’s childish antics. He smiled and I rested my head against his chest. It was warm and firm. I took a deep breath, he smelled wonderful. What did he win? I had asked. He squeezed me and simply said that they won the sound of my laugh.

Matt tightened his hold on me seconds later. I looked up to see Jeff come out of the diner, his face unreadable. He grunted, swung open the passenger side door to my truck and plopped himself in the seat slamming the door behind him. I sighed and looked to Matt. He had no answers it seemed. I let Matt in on my side and sandwiched him between Jeff and I. I just drove a while, the boys mentioned staying in a tiny hotel in town. I drove them there and they both co operated long enough to beg me to come inside for a while. Like I said, I wasn’t a dumb girl, just didn’t always do the smartest things. I agreed.

Maybe I shouldn’t have. I turn the TV remote control in my hands now and watch the tube, fixed on the sight that greets me. This site is what caused my flashback. I see them and hear them, it almost makes me cry. I thought I would never see them again, but there they are. I watch them leave and my heart sighs. I get up and shut off the television. I stumble on a toy. Janelle left her toy tiger out again. I pick it up and place it in the toy box next to Mackenzie’s stuffed bunny. Janelle and Mackenzie are my twin daughters. They will be 5 years old in about a week. Now are you interested in hearing more about my favorite mistake?

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What do you think? To Be Continued?? There is lots more to this story.. I’m just getting warmed up! Let me know!

I look in on the girls asleep in their big beds. So beautiful, my girls, I think to myself as I kiss them both gently on their little foreheads. I know that every mother says that, and every mother means that, but my girls really are gorgeous. I’m a beautiful person as is their Daddy. I smirk to myself. The Daddy. What is a Daddy? The sperm donor, or the one who raised them? Robert is the only Daddy Janelle and Mackenzie know.

I was lucky and met Robert when I was 3 months pregnant with the girls. He was an orderly at the hospital where I took my natural birthing classes. He was there the day I found out there were two. We fell in love and he married me before I got much bigger. He didn’t care that he wasn’t their biological father. He never asked about how it happened either. Robert is the kindest, gentlest man I have ever known. He stands at just 5’9, has short dark hair and bright blue eyes. Those eyes twinkle when we make love. He loves me, probably more than anyone ever had. I’m scared though. I know that I shouldn’t be, but I am afraid to tell him now how the girls were conceived. I haven’t told this story to anyone. Would you like to hear it? You already know how we got there, I’ll just take it from when Matt, Jeff and I got into the hotel room.

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Matt unlocked the door, keeping a wary eye on Jeff, who was standing behind me. We pushed inside. The tiny room held just one worn out desk, a closet that passed for a bathroom, a small table with two chairs and one king sized bed. I looked at the boys before me. "You both sleep there, together?"

They look to each other and nod. Matt speaks. "Its just for a night or so. It was my wrestling debut tonight, Jeff was there to cheer me on. We were lucky to even get a room. Only problem is," he remarked with a chuckle, "is that Jeff kicks."

"Do not!" the younger one pouted. "You’re just jealous so you’re trying to embarrass me."

Matt rolled his eyes. "Jealous of what?"

"Me! Because when I debut it going to be so much more kick ass than yours was." He made some sort of snort here then he continued. "It was a complete snooze-fest, Racey."

The boys exchanged more insults. I think they were trying to impress me. I wasn’t impressed. Jeff was really starting to get on my nerves. It was the guy’s big night and his brother was making fun of him. It wasn’t very nice. When he shoved Matt I stepped in. "Enough! What is with you two? Should I just leave?"

"No!" They both shouted together. It startled me and silence followed. Looking back, I still don’t know what to think. To this day, I don’t know if what happened next was planned or not. I don’t know if they did this all the time and I was just their newest conquest. I don’t know what they were thinking that night. I know that I wasn’t thinking. I think now, that I didn’t want to think then.

Matt got up and removed his shirt. "I’m going to take a shower to cool off. There are cards in my bag if you two want to play." I found myself licking my lips at the mass of muscles that lay beneath his shirt. His bare chest seemed to glisten in the dim light of the hotel room. He turned then and squatted beside his bag to retrieve a towel. He flipped the blue cloth over his shoulder and stood. I wonder if he was aware of my hungry gaze. He stopped at the bathroom door and winked at me. "Be good you two, I’ll be out in a few." The door closed behind him and I was left gazing at the rotting wood.

Jeff popped up beside me with the cards. "Wanna play?" I nearly jumped to the ceiling before nodding and joining him at the little table. He shuffled the cards, back and forth, one between the other, snapped them together and took them apart, cut the deck about 5 more times then looked at me. "What do you want to play?"

I guess I should have expected the question, but I didn’t. "I don’t know how to play anything," I admitted, kind of embarrassed.

"Oh come on! You must know how to play Poker?" I shook my head no. "Blackjack?" Again no. "Bridge? Rummy? Gin? Hearts?" No, no, no, and no. I sighed and wished Matt would come from the bathroom and rescue me. "Go fish?"

Oh!!! Go Fish! I knew that one! "Yes! I can play that one!" He laughed. "I’ll teach you how to play War instead, its easy."

I narrowed my eyes. He didn’t ask me if I knew how to play War. It just so happens that I did. No, this Jeff guy was NOT making a good impression on me. He dealt out the entire deck of cards. Good, seems he was going to play it the way I knew anyway. He told me to pile them up and flip over the top card. If it was higher than his, then I got to take the cards, if it was lower, then he takes both cards. Aces high. Queen of Hearts and Queen of Spades takes all. What was that rule, I wondered? We play till one of us has no more cards. This is going to be a long game.

The first cards we put down was me a 3, him a 4. No big loss. The next set was me a 10, him a 3. See, a long game. The next set of cards we put down were both 5’s. "War!" He shouted. I had already slapped down my three cards face down and looked to him.

"We both flip the last card at the same time, okay?" I smirked at the surprise on his face.

"How.. but… I didn’t tell you that’s what to do when we have the same card."

I shrugged. "So, I know how to play War. Same time, okay?"

He frowned and placed 3 cards face down. "On three." I nod. "One, Two…" I’m about to flip and he goes "Wait, Wait, Wait." I frown.

"What?"

"Since you know how to play, lets make this more interesting."

I shook my head. "I’m not betting you money, Jeffy. I spent my cash on dinner. We aren’t going to get to finish this anyway, Matt will be out soon." I had hoped so anyway. I snuck a peek at my card while Jeff glanced toward the bathroom door, listening to the shower run. I had a king. Jeff turned toward me and I sat up like I hadn’t done anything.

"Nah, he hasn’t started singing yet. He’ll be another 20 minutes. Wanna make it more interesting?"

I giggled. So, okay, I found it funny. "Interesting how?"

He looked down at his hands. "If I win this hand, I win the cards… and a kiss." He looked up to me, his eyes hopeful.

I cocked an eyebrow. "A kiss?" He nodded. I didn’t particularly want to, but I had a king. So I agreed. "Okay."

"Really?" he sounded like a kid with a new toy at Christmas. Like really? This is mine? It was cute. I nodded and he smirked. He counted again, when he got to two, I stopped him.

"Wait, wait, wait. And what if I win?"

He smiled devilishly. It was handsome. "You won’t."

I frowned. "What if I do?"

He chuckled. "You won’t. But if you do, you name it, okay?" I nodded satisfied and he started the count again. What was I going to name as my price…. "..Three." We flipped and I almost fell out of my chair. That rat bastard had an Ace. He grinned like a rooster in the hen house. I didn’t look at his face, instead I flipped over my cards to count my losses. The Queen of Spades, an Ace and a 7 of hearts. Ouch. I reached over and flipped Jeff’s cards. An 8 of diamonds, a 10 of clubs and a deuce. Why couldn’t that card have been then last one he flipped? He caught my hand before I was able to take it back. He kissed the back of my hand, flipped it, caressed my palm then placed a kiss in the center of my palm, raising his eyes to me. Then he dropped my hand and placed his hand ready for the next set. "Ready?" He looked at me expectantly.

That damn tease. That was all he wanted? "Yeah-yes." I stammered nervously. He smirked to himself having unsettled me. I guess that had been his goal. We flipped our cards again and I groaned. Both 8’s. We flipped down our cards and looked at each other. "Same bet?"

He nodded. "If that’s okay with you?" I nodded. I flipped over a 4 and he flipped over a 5. Life just wasn’t on my side. I offered my hand to him and he chuckled. "No pretty Racey. I have to admit, I was just being polite last time. This time I was kind of hoping for a kiss from you."

I blushed hotly. His voice was like honey. It just washed over me. He leaned over the table and brushed his lips against mine as I closed my eyes. His tongue snaked out and licked my bottom lip, shivers raced from my lips to my tummy and my eyes shot open in surprise. He went back to sitting in his chair smiling at me as if he hadn’t done a thing. "You wanna put down first?" He asked me, calm, cool and collected.

I hated him. My blood was boiling hot. My heart was racing and he sat back as if kissing me had not effected him. I slapped down my card and looked at the floor, I didn’t want to know who won. Apparently I did, because he put the cards together and placed them on my side. He looked to me. "Racey, your turn again."

I flipped down another card. He put down his and chuckled. "War, baby." He purred as he told me. I whimpered. I couldn’t take more of his teasing. How could we have so many cards the same so close together? I just didn’t get it. I swear the deck was marked, or rigged or something. We put down our three cards. He didn’t count. I waited. He didn’t count. I could feel him looking at me. "Racey, sweets, look at me."

I shook my head, sure that if I looked at him I would cry or scream or something. His chuckle was soft. "Please baby, I wanna see those pretty eyes."

Okay, so I’m charmed by compliments. I looked up. His greenish eyes were glowing it seemed. He was very beautiful. He bit his lip. "There they are." I blushed. We just assumed same bet. "One…Two… Three."

At last, victory for me. I put down the Queen of hearts, he put down a 9 of diamonds. He smiled at me. "What do you win?"

I took a deep breath. I felt like I hadn’t breathed in minutes. I didn’t know what I wanted. Just then Jeff got off of his chair and knelt beside me. "I’ll do anything you want. You win a slave for the night. Okay?"

I shook my head and pushed a strand of blond hair behind his right ear. "I don’t want a slave… I just.. want.." my head dipped closer and I kissed him with everything I had. I licked his lips and sucked on his tongue as he ran his hands up and down my thighs. I barely noticed he had lifted me from the chair as his tongue stroked mine. I didn’t hear the shower stop as he gently placed me on the bed and began to suck on my neck. His fingers danced under my shirt and he stroked my belly slowly. It seemed that all of my nerves were on end and every touch was ecstasy. I had never felt so alive, or so I thought. I think I saw Matt out of the corner of my eye, but I don’t think it really registered until he touched me.

<center> To Be Continued.. shortly. Was running out of room so here’s something to read while you’re waiting for the rest</center>

I’m sorry. At this point in the story I have to pause. Robert has knocked softly on the door and wants to know when I’m coming to bed. I hide these scrawled notes to myself and tell him in a little while. He remarks that he hopes the light isn’t bothering the girls. I look to my sleeping beauties. No, they are fast asleep. He asks what I am writing, I bite my lip and can’t answer. He shrugs and heads to bed. I turn back and read over what last I wrote. Where was I? Ah yes.. and then he touched me.

My back stiffened as I felt Matt’s hands caress my shoulders. I felt like I’d been caught doing something bad. "Shh Rachel, relax." His voice purred close to my ear as Jeff continued kissing down against the neckline of my blouse.

"I… can’t," do this, I finished silently. Matt continued purring that I should relax and go with it. His hands caressed my sides and his lips played at the back of my neck as Jeff continued kissing down the front of my shirt. He sucked a nipple through the fabric of my top and bra. I hissed as it hardened to a point and Matt let his hand wander under my shirt. I lay on my side between them, Jeff in front, Matt behind and I let them work magic on me.

Matt’s hand found my breast. He teased the nipple through the silkiness of my bra and it too stood at attention as Jeff nibbled on the other one. I recall Matt pulling the shirt over my head but I don’t recall who’s deft fingers unhooked my bra and sent it flying to the corner with my discarded shirt. They kissed and caressed, licked, nibbled and sucked on my skin. It was an assault to the senses unlike anything I’d ever felt. Matt was rubbing me through my jeans as Jeff wove his hands under Matt’s arm and caressed my ass. I was writhing under their ministrations not knowing which name to call out.

I suppose in a normal situation, that would be a bad thing. But at the time, there was nothing dirty about what we were doing. It was beautiful to me. It wasn’t my first time in the technical sense. When I was 15, some over zealous jack ass had nearly killed me when he got excited, shoved it in, popped my cherry and his load at the same time. Needless to say it was disappointing. I was just 15, so I swore off sex forever thinking it would never be something I wanted. But this, whatever it was, I wanted.

I banished the past from my mind as Matt unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped them as Jeff slid them off of my legs. I turned so I could see Matt. He was an exotic beauty. His eyes were smoldering dark brown. His wet hair cascaded down his shoulders in waves as droplets of water ran their tracks across his arms and chest. He watched me look at him. My eyes caressed his tan chest, devoid of hair. I had to touch its smoothness. He quivered as if my touch burned him. Heat radiated between us. Passion. Desire. Want. Need. I always wanted to save what I would consider my first time for love. No one counts on lust getting in the way.

I reached out and traced a circle around his belly button. He sucked in and I smiled as I unwrapped the towel from his waist. I would have forgotten Jeff in that instant if I didn’t feel him come up behind me and press his bare erection against the back of my thigh. Matt watched my face as I appraised the rest of his body. He was gorgeous. A deep dark patch of black pubic hair barely hid his large, jutting erection. I stroked him in my hands and watched his face as he closed his eyes. He smiled and bucked in my hands, I leaned over and kissed his chest. I let go of him and let him press against my belly as I slid my arms around him.

"You’re beautiful." I whispered.

I pressed my body against Matt and felt Jeff slip a finger into my pussy. My legs spread involuntarily as he finger fucked me. I barely heard Matt remark that I was beautiful too over the sounds of the sloshing between my legs. Matt bent his head to kiss, lick and suck at the top of my shoulders and Jeff inserted two fingers. I cried out as they stretched my tight hole. Matt raised his head alarmed. I shook my head and told him not to worry. He rubbed the pads of his thumbs beneath my breasts, grazing the nipples then dipped back down to my abdomen. His entire palm rubbed in slow, ever growing circles. This massage remains to be the most intense thing I have ever felt, next to what followed.

Jeff removed his hand and I heard a distinct sucking noise as I realized he was tasting me. "Delicious" he cooed against my ear as he kissed my shoulders and upper back. His hands worked my back muscles, massaging them in a downward motion, much like Matt was doing to my front.

When he got to my lower back and ass their eyes met over my shoulder. I saw Matt nod and I assume Jeff nodded as well. I felt Matt’s soft hands spread my pussy lips and I watched as he stroked his cock and positioned himself against me. "Ready, love?"

I nodded. He rubbed my tummy downwards and Jeff rubbed my ass, then Matt entered me to the hilt and my world exploded in firework colors of green, blue and purple as I climaxed. I heard Matt groan as he maintained his control. When I opened my eyes again, Matt’s thumb was stroking my ultra sensitive clit and his hard cock was still buried deep inside of me. He smiled at me and kissed my lips. I swallowed hard and kissed him back, sucking his bottom lip. He pumped in and out of me, slowly at first. I was barely aware of Jeff kissing my back. Then Matt’s strokes became more rapid and intense. He rubbed my abdomen and I felt my muscles flex and contract in anticipation of coming again. He pulled back and moaned my name telling me he was about to come. I held on to his back muscles and begged him to come inside of me. I held him tight, wishing to give him as much pleasure as he had just given me. He inched out, in, out and then quickly he rushed into me. His hips rocked against mine as the rest of his body stiffened and he erupted inside of me. When I felt his hot come hit my walls it set off another orgasm for me and I whimpered his name as I held him against me.

Matt pulled out of me, exhausted. He smiled at me and I swore I could get lost in those warm brown eyes forever. He stroked his now limp cock and muttered about a mess. I giggled and kissed down his body. I crawled down and licked him from head to stem, noisily sucking our juices. I accidentally grazed him with my teeth as Jeff nudged my pussy from behind with his nose. I looked between my legs and smiled. Jeff knelt behind me and entered as I sucked Matt’s cock back to full erection. Jeff pounded into me over and over. It wasn’t as sweet , tender or as beautiful as Matt had been but it felt wonderful. I moaned against Matt’s penis, the vibrations causing him to climax in my mouth. I clamped my lips tight around his head telling him it was alright. As I sucked down every drop, I felt Jeff come inside my pussy.

When we all relaxed, I crawled up into Matt’s waiting arms. He stroked my hair and held me against him. Jeff saddled up behind me, his limp cock still drooling against my thighs, now wet with all of our come. I tried to block out Jeff’s snoring as I listened to Matt’s rhythmic heartbeat beneath my ear. My own heartbeat pounded in my ears in tune to Matt’s song. I fell asleep between the two brothers, happier than I had been in a long time.

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<center>To Be Continued, yes there is more. Thanks for your interest and responses!</center>

I freeze as I write this. Its been an hour and Robert has shuffled out of the bedroom into the bathroom, grumbling. He isn’t happy that I’m not in bed. I hold my breath and wait till he gets out, he peeks into the room, shakes his head and goes back to bed. I let out the breath and sigh. I’m sorry he is unhappy, but I really need to write this down or I’ll just explode.

I woke up a few hours later. At least I assume it was only a few hours, it was still pretty dark. I slipped easily from beneath Jeff, but I was laying on top of Matt and he had an arm swung over me. I moved and he shifted in his sleep. I didn’t want to leave his warm embrace. I lifted his arm and slid out from underneath it. I nearly screamed as I realized his other arm had wrapped around me. He must have done it in his sleep. I went to move that one and he moaned. I froze. He tightened. I sighed and it wrapped tighter. Then I heard it, gentle, raspy and low. "Don’t leave."

I whimpered in response, unsure if he was awake or not. "I have to." I whispered.

"No." he opened his eyes. There they were, those chocolate brown eyes that I could look into forever, and not get bored with all the depth and layers behind them.

"Yes, Matt, I have to." I quickly lifted his arm and ducked beneath it before I lost the strength to resist the temptation to stay.

He sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. I scurried around the room, looking for my discarded clothes. He watches me. I can feel him watching. I glanced at myself in the mirror and I could see him behind me, watching me. Ick, I looked like hell.

"Don’t go, Racey, please."

For a minute I thought it was Jeff, that was the first time Matt called me by my nickname. I liked the sound of it on his lips. It sounded sexy and grown up. I looked at him and I was lost. I needed to stall. "Do you mind if I use your shower?"

"No, as long as you promise to come back to bed once you’re clean."

I smiled and lied easily. "I will baby, you win." I picked up my clothes and entered the dingy bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I reached into the shower and turned it on as hot as I could get it. I needed to burn off what I felt. I stepped in and yelped in surprise. It was VERY hot. I scrubbed quickly with the soap, trying to get the knowledge that I had just had sex with two men from my mind. I tried to pretend the soap would wash it away. It was dirty and slutty. I felt horrible. It was easy to feel like crap when I wasn’t looking at them. When I had to face reality, that was going to hurt and I knew it when I first got involved. But I didn’t care, I was after a good time. Well, I had one. "Yeah, good one Racey." I admonished myself out loud. "You spend 2 years trying to wipe your slate clean, get rid of the undeserved reputation of slut, then when they finally believe you are as you say, you go and do this." I shake my head and deny the tears. It didn’t matter that anyone was going to judge me. I already had been judge, jury and executioner. I would punish myself for this for a long while.

I shut off the water and reached for the towel I thought I had brought in. Shit, where was it? I throw back the curtain and there it is, draped across the lap of one naked Matt. I shake my head and sigh. "Didn’t trust me?" I ask as I snatch the towel and avert my eyes.

He sits back and raises an eyebrow. "No, I don’t. Come back to bed with me, Racey."

I shrug. "Jeff must be getting lonely."

"I said come back with ME. Fuck Jeff." He spat.

My turn to raise an eyebrow. "Yes, I did, thank you very much for reminding me. I fucked you too. I didn’t hear you complaining then. What is with the attitude now?"

"You’re not a slut, Rachel."

It was calm, almost inaudible, but I heard it. He had heard me. "You don’t know me, and what you do know of me, is that I fucked two strange men within hours of meeting them. Unprotected. Fuck, I better not get anything from you two. How often do you do this? A lot?" Funny, it didn’t occur to me that I could be pregnant.

"No!" He assured. "Never. We’re clean." He shrugs and changes the subject. "What happened two years ago?"

"Huh?"

"I heard you talking. What happened that you spent two years fighting?"

I shrugged. I don’t know why, but I’m about to tell him. "I lost my virginity on the first date to some asshole who didn’t deserve it and had a big mouth."

"I’m sorry. Did he hurt you?"

I looked to Matt. How could he possibly know that? "Huh.. how.." I shook my head. He threw me a look. I sighed heavily. "Yes, he did. He threatened to…" I couldn’t go on. "He took it fast and hard, I wasn’t ready and it hurt a lot. That’s it."

"He raped you?"

I blinked. No one had ever actually called it that. "No."

"Did you want to do it?"

Well, this was a circular form of questioning. "Yes." He sat quiet and stared at me. His eyes narrowed and squinted. I knew that look, I did it all the time. He was reading me, trying to get a feel if I was telling the truth. I finally broke. "What?"

"Did you want to do it?" he repeated.

I felt my body shake. I knew the answer was no, so did Matt. I shook my head and intended to bolt past him and out of the door. He snatched me and pulled me back against him. He cooed and whispered in my ear. "Its alright Racey, Rachel, beautiful. Its okay. You’re not a slut. He raped you, baby. I’m sorry." I continued shaking. He continued purring. "Its okay baby, let it out. Cry. You need to, its okay." For the first time in two years, I cried about it.

He held me close and stroked my hair gently. Carefully he picked me up and sat on the side of the tub, placing me across his lap, my head buried in his shoulder, my legs dangling over one side. He held me tight as I cried. It felt good to have that wall of strength. He was warm, and I was still damp and shivering. Soon thoughts of his body so close to me again filled my senses and I stopped crying. I sniffed and looked into his dark eyes, overflowing with concern. "I-I’m okay," I stammered and wiped my own tears, "honest." I smiled to prove I had calmed down.

He reached a hand up and brushed away more tears with the pad of his thumb. I knew before he even moved what he was going to do next. He dried his now salty finger against my bottom lip, then he dipped his head to lick it. His hand found my hair and he pulled my head back and kissed down my throat. I felt him harden against my thighs. His cock was trapped beneath them. I shifted and he let go of me long enough to let me swing one leg over his lap to end up straddling him. I pushed my hair back away from my neck and shifted again so his hard cock rubbed my belly. I arched my back as his hands played along the defining muscles. His touch was exquisite. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he dipped his head to suckle my breasts. I squirm and hear him beg against my chest to enter me. My response is to stand, he positions himself and enters my slick passage.

I moan as I feel him fill me again. This feeling, I will never forget. He rubs my abdomen again. I just have to ask, I don’t care if it ruins the mood. "Why do you do that?"

His eyes meet mine. "Rub you? The massage?"

"Yes."

"You don’t like it?" he stops.

"No! I love it, don’t stop. Just wondering if you know something I don’t know?"

He nods and smiled slyly. "First, I relax your muscles with the small circles." He demonstrates, he is VERY right. "Then the larger circles," he continues with larger movements downward, "settle your muscles and since I rub downwards, they all concentrate there. Its supposed to intensify orgasm. Does it?"

I think back to the bed. Mn hmm. "Yes, it does. Not that I have much experience with orgasm, but yes, the first and second compared to the third, the first two were more intense. The one Jeff gave me wasn’t. How do you know that?"

He smiles again. In victory? I wonder jealousy if his many women conquests taught him that. "I read it in a porn mag once. It was called ‘My Most Intense Orgasm’ or something. It works for me when I.. well.. you know.. to myself. You’re the first woman I’ve tried it on."

This revelation is sweet to my ears. He has just singled me out as special, providing he is telling the truth. He bucks below me, bringing my attention back to his waiting cock. I smile at him. "Ride me Racey, please." He growls low. The command plea arouses me. His hips push up from the tub wall and grind against me. I steady myself and squeeze my knees around him. Without further comment I hold him tighter with my arms, legs and inside, my pussy walls suck and grab at him. My body rocks agonizingly slow at first. I hear him beg for harder and faster but I ignore him, taking my time. The torture is excruciating for me as well. He makes an attempt to grab me, I suppose intending to pound into me, but he is too slow, or I am too fast and I grab his arms and hold them at bay. My arms push against his, giving me leverage. I grind my hips, the pace increasing. Faster, harder. I pant and sob as I writhe on his lap. He lowers his head and sucks my breasts. I beg him to kiss me, I’m getting closer. His tongue enters me and fucks my mouth as furiously as I ride him. He sucks my tongue and I feel every pulse as he twitches inside of me. I climax with him and his mouth swallows my cries.

I press my forehead to his as we catch our breaths. I sigh and giggle. He looks to me. "What is it?"

"Its just, I just took a shower. Now I’m dripping with semen again." I giggle, I can’t help it, its funny. I am swung around before I can think and look down to find Matt sitting on the cold bathroom tiles between my legs, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"I can fix that," he chuckles and I blush.

"No baby, not here on the floor. Its not very romantic. We can go back to bed now."

He carries me easily back to the bed and sits me on the edge, he still takes the floor. I steal Jeff’s pillow and ask Matt to kneel on it. He smiles at my concern and spreads my legs with his large hands. His thumb explores first, rubbing my sensitive nub. His slides his middle finger down my slit and I bite my lip to keep from crying out. He nudges his nose against me and smiles up at me again. He winks then surprises me as his tongue snakes out and laps against my slit. I want to squeal, but I don’t want to wake Jeff. Matt wiggles his tongue inside of me and I squirm on the bed, shaking it. Jeff mumbles and tosses in his sleep but doesn’t wake up. Matt laps with purpose against my pussy. His tongue strokes forwards and backwards, judging from my quiet moans what I like best. He tongues my freshly clean asshole then sucks at the tight little hole as I shift forward, giving him more access. He lifts my legs and places them over his shoulders then buries his long curled tongue into my pussy. His noble nose rubs my clit as his tongue plunges into me, over and over sucking up my juices and his semen. I bury my hands in his hair and smother his face into my pussy as I come silently but violently against his mouth.

My breathing is erratic and harsh, my body still trembling when he disengages my legs from his shoulders, lifts me, slides into bed and places me back against him. He wraps both arms around me protectively and pulls me away from Jeff as far as he can without falling off the bed himself. He is asleep almost instantly. I doze for a while in his arms and contemplate tonight. No matter what, I can never say that it wasn’t beautiful and special. I listen for Matt’s deep even breathing and I check his eyelids for movement. When I’m sure he has fallen into a deep dream state sleep I unwrap his arms from around me and slip down the bed and off the end, not risking climbing over him and waking him.

I go back to the bathroom and put on my clothes. I have a little trouble looking at myself in the mirror but I manage to do it. I sigh and tell myself not to regret it. I don’t think I ever did after that point. I came out to find Matt and Jeff still asleep. Matt’s position had changed a little but he looked to be still dreaming. That was odd, when one dreams, they can’t move. At least that was what I read. I sat on the desk chair and looked to the table that held the remains of Jeff and my card game. I picked up the Queen of Hearts and smiled at it. I found some paper and a pen in the top drawer of the desk and wrote them a short note.

Dear Matt and Jeff,

Thank you for tonight, every second was beautiful. But the Queen of Hearts takes her victory and all of her secrets home with her. It was nice meeting you and I hope you accomplish your dreams. Good luck with wrestling, Matt. Jeff, your time will come. Best wishes and sweet love.

All the love I can give,

Racey Rachel

I considered signing my last name, but when I said secrets, I meant them. I didn’t want them to come find me, or look for me, or look me up when they were in town. This was one gorgeous night only, I didn’t want it to end, but it had to. I left the Queen of Hearts on top of the note and got up to leave. That is when I noticed a small half sheet of paper, sitting on the edge of the desk.

Matt and Jeff Hardy

111 Prospectors Place

Cameron, NC 28326

It was probably in Matt’s handwriting. Why had he done it and when? I looked to the bed, they both still seemed to be asleep. I snuck out of the room quietly and cursed my truck when it groaned loudly in protest as I started it in the chilly pre-dawn. I remember looking once to the window before I pulled from the parking spot. My heart jumped as I thought I saw Matt watching me. I shook my head and reversed the truck, driving from the parking lot, and their lives, forever.

Note: The address is faked. The city, state and zip code portion is the one listed with P.O. Box 433 on their official site:<a href="http://www.mattandjeffhardy.com/">The Official homepage of the Hardy Boyz.</a>

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I hid in my room for days afterward. I refused to feel guilty. I just wanted to forget. All my friends wanted to know what happened to the strangers. They called and left me messages, saying the guys had found some of them and were asking about me. They all assured me they hadn’t told them anything. I told no one what happened in that room. I went back to Joneses a few days later and ordered a salad, Lucy looked at me, plopped it down in front of me and sat in the seat opposite me in the booth.

"What's goin on, honey? And don’t tell me nothin’ cuz I seen that kicked puppy look in yer eyes before and I didn’t like it none then either. Did those boys hurt you like Travis did?" She popped her gum nosily, her nasal voice grinding into me.

"Lucy," I started, avoiding her question. "How did you know Travis hurt me?"

She snorted. "I saw ya right after, Doll. You were a mess, ya looked a fright. None of yer friends were very good to ya after, I remember that. That weren’t right."

I gave a bitter laugh. "But I didn’t even know he hurt me till a few days ago." I sighed and picked at my salad. It suddenly wasn’t what I wanted.

"What did those boys do to you, Doll? Same thing?" She shook her head sadly.

"No Lu, they were great actually."

She shook her head. "The dark one, that I’ll go for. That blond one, he weren’t nothin but trouble. I worried for you that night. You know that boy asked me for my number when you and the other went to the truck? I swear I must be twice his age."

I laughed. That sounded like a Jeff thing to do. I had started seeing things like that. Calling them Matt things to do and Jeff things to do. It’s a habit I still see myself doing to this day. "They didn’t hurt me, Lucy."

She smiled. "Good, glad to hear it, Doll. Cuz here." She slid over a playing card with a note clipped to it. "The dark one told me to give this to you." She touched my nose and slid from the booth.

I turned over the playing card and smiled. The Queen of Hearts. The note read:

Stolen: One heart of the Matt Hardy kind. If found, please return to…

It listed a phone number and the address I had left in the hotel. Or the address I thought I had left in the hotel. I found the piece of paper in my jeans the next day when I went to wash them, I must have picked it up subconsciously.

I resisted the urge to crumble the note. I didn’t want to see them again. It was a mistake I wanted to forget. Since Matt left, my self damning thoughts that I was, indeed, a slut of the worst kind had come back with a vengeance.

Lucy returned with her order pad. "Anything else I can get for you, Racey?"

I looked to my barely touched salad. I looked up to her. "Can I have some pickles?"

"Pickles?" she questioned. "For your salad?"

I looked to the salad again. "No Lu, just the pickles please."

She nodded. "Sure thing, I’ll return the salad, you can have the pickles no charge."

"No, you don’t have to do that," I started to protest but she shook her head cutting me off.

"I’ll hear none of that, love. You’ll eat your free pickles and like it cuz I say so." She slid the pad back in her apron, tucked the pen behind her ear and took my salad with one hand, tousling my hair with the other. I think she was more of a mother to me than my own mom.

I sat back in the booth and scratched my head. I didn’t usually like pickles. I had a craving for cream cheese too. Pickles and cream cheese? What was that? Those things don’t go together on their best day. Maybe I was coming down with something. I felt my forehead, a little warm but nothing out of the ordinary. Lucy slid me the plate of whole sour pickles, spears and chips. I nursed the spears greedily. I decided I would have to buy some. I thanked Lucy kindly and left her a tip that more than covered the cost of the salad, pickles and pop I had consumed.

I went grocery shopping and bought the necessary items along with some fever reducer and pain reliever. I recall looking at the pregnancy tests and shaking my head with a laugh. No, I couldn’t be. I was only 17. The next morning, as I hung over the toilet bowl, I cried. No, I was 17. I couldn’t be.

I denied it for another week. I checked my cycle, it wasn’t due for another few days. I decided I must have caught a bug or maybe some STD from one of the guys. Maybe Matt was clean but he couldn’t make promises about Jeff. And I had done it with him too. I winced recalling it again as I retched one morning,18 days after my encounter with them. Five days after my cycle was supposed to come. I was a little late. I still insisted it had to be a disease, so I went to the doctors and demanded they do any blood work necessary for any STD’s including AIDS. The pretty young nurse testing me for AIDS looked me over.

"We do a 45 minute counseling session before the test and another one when you get the results, is that okay?" she asked nicely.

I nodded.

"How old are you?"

"17."

"When was your last test?"

What did she mean? Like test in school? I was only 17, of course it was my first AIDS test. "You get many 17 year olds that have had this done before?" I asked sarcastically. I instantly regretted it when her eyes snapped to mine.

"My brother died of AIDS when he was 24. He contracted it when he was 15. He didn’t get tested until it was too late. I think anyone who is sexually active should get tested regularly."

I nodded, properly chastised as she swabbed my mouth. (Yes, I know for a fact this is the way some AIDS tests are done, its different than other oral tests, though.) She quickly capped the sample and explained the process to me on how it is tested and re-tested and technology is so advanced they rarely get an inconclusive result. The percentage of accuracy is very high. She asked me my symptoms and a few more personal questions like what kind of sex I had, anal, oral or vaginal. It was an embarrassing interview but I understood its necessity. She suggested that I also have a pregnancy test done. I denied, but she pressed. A nagging voice told me I should. For once, I listened and submitted to a pregnancy test. She said she would call me with the results.

A week later I saw the clinic on my caller ID.

"Hello?"

"May I speak to Rachel Redgrave please?"

"This is."

"This is Dr. Inniss from the Walk-In clinic. I have the results of some of your tests. We would like you to come in and get them, if could. When would be good for you?"

My stomach dropped. It sounded like bad news. "Uh.." I looked around my room. "Today, n-now I guess." I was shaking.

"Excellent. See you in a little bit then. Buh-bye."

Excellent? What was excellent about it? I arrived at the clinic, thankfully not running into anyone I knew. I met with the nurse and the doctor as they told me the results of my STD and AIDS tests. Thankfully, they were all negative. I was counseled for another 20 minutes or so on protection and the like. I didn’t get it though, what was wrong. I had to interrupt.

"I’m sorry to interrupt here, but I don’t understand. If everything is fine, how come I am feeling like this."

They looked to each other and the doctor decided to tell me. "Ms. Redgrave, you’re pregnant."

I was stunned, shocked, horrified. That was putting it nicely. "I.. you don’t understand, I can’t be pregnant. I’m only 17."

They looked to each other again and sighed. "I’m sorry Miss. I take it that this was an accident?"

"An accident?!! Fuck right it was an accident. I’m only 17. My parents are going to kill me. My friends are going to kill me. What am I going to do with a baby at 17! What about school. WHAT ABOUT MY LIFE?! THAT TEST IS WRONG. ITS GOT TO BE WRONG!" I sobbed and cried, screamed and tore at my hair. The nurse wrapped a comforting arm around me as I continued to shake my head in denial. This was impossible. My life had just been tossed away.

When I had calmed down the doctor spoke again. "There are… options, Ms. Redgrave. You can choose to carry it full term and give it up for adoption.. or.." he looked to the nurse. "You are within your rights and safety to abort the pregnancy. We hesitate to suggest the final option, of course, but its still early enough where you can have it done without endangering yourself."

I sniffed and wiped my nose on the kleenex the nurse handed me. I looked up, my eyes filled to the brim with tears. "How long do I have to.. think it over?"

"The abortion will only be an option for the next week or so at the most. We don’t like to carry it on much longer than that."

I nodded. "I’ll be back tomorrow."

I drove home in a daze. What was I going to do? The first thing I was going to do, was cry. Next, I didn’t know what. I thought of calling relatives who had had babies young, but I feared all of them would tell my parents. I thought about calling my friends, but what friends? The last time I had sex they shunned me, this was going to get me banned permanently. I went to Joneses and pulled Lucy aside. I explained the situation to her and she let me cry on her shoulder.

"Call them." She urged. "Tell them what happened, maybe they’ll help you?"

I shook my head. "Its my body, Lu. Last time I checked it was freedom of choice."

"Oh Doll, you’re going to abort?"

"I don’t know," I cried, frustrated. No one would understand. Lucy was my only hope. She told me she would respect whatever my choice was and she would take me to the clinic tomorrow. I made the appointment, I was going to abort.

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If you were paying any attention to this tale, you know right well that I didn’t terminate the pregnancy. I look back on my girls now as the sun is starting to come through their curtains and light falls on their faces. My little gorgeous angels. A mother has never been so proud. This is why my babies are here, and not a bloody non entity in some trash heap somewhere. I encourage you to read on.

That night I lie in Lucy’s bed and stared at the number, flipping the card in my fingers. I took a deep breath and dialed. One ring, two rings. I slammed down the phone. Lucy came into the room having heard the click. She observed the position of the phone and the card and number in my hand. She nodded and left the room, leaving me to myself. I counted to ten and dialed again. My thoughts were elsewhere as a male voice picked up.

"Hello?"

Great… which one do I ask for, it coulda been either. "Um.. Matt Hardy, please?"

"Speaking," he paused. "Oh God, Racey?"

I nodded and then felt stupid, he can’t see me. "Yeah, its me. How are you doing?"

"Good, I’m good. How are you?"

"How’s Jeff?" I avoided his question, my tummy flipping at the sound of his voice and the nerves I was sporting.

"Jeff’s good. The lucky bastard is debuting in two months. I had to wait till I was 20, he gets to do it at 17. Figures, right? I didn’t catch it, did you say how you were?"

"That’s great for Jeff, tell him I said hi."

"Rachel?"

"Hmm?"

"What’s wrong?"

"Why would there be anything wrong?" I had almost forgotten for a second why I called them. I just liked talking to him and listening to the sound of his voice. I could almost see those sparkling brown eyes… I shook my head and snapped back to reality. "Oh, right, why I called. I don’t know why, I guess I just thought you should know. I’m pregnant and I’m aborting tomorrow. Don’t try and come back here, okay. I don’t want this to get messy. I’m only 17. Its freedom of choice and I choose to abort. I don’t know who the Dad is, it doesn’t really matter, now. I just thought you should know what happened." I slammed down the phone before he could get a word in. I felt bad, I imagined that was a stunning thing to hear. "You may have fathered a baby, but I’m gonna kill it, goodbye."

I felt even worse. Guilt ate at me, but not for sleeping with the boys. For killing our baby. Our baby. That was nice. I didn’t get any sleep that night, I weighed everything in my head. What I would feel after aborting it, what I would do if I carried it full term and how I would feel if I gave it up for adoption, what I would do if I kept it. I had no answers when my eyes closed at last some time around 4am.

The appointment was at 3pm. I sat in the waiting room, wringing my hands. Lucy touched my arm gently and I smiled at her, thanking her for the billionth time for taking me and for letting me spend the night at her place. Suddenly a mother rushed in with a small girl child cradled in her arms, frantically screaming she needed a doctor, the child’s fever was 102 and she was scared. A little dark haired boy followed her everywhere whimpering and sobbing himself. "Matt?" I jumped at the name and then realized it was the mother calling the boy. "Matt? Where are you?" she started to shout and look around the room. He was so close to her she couldn’t see him. He tugged on her shirt and she looked down. "Oh thank heavens, there you are. Be brave baby, Jessa is going to be alright." She sat down and indicated he should sit next to her. She stroked the boy’s hair and begged him not to cry or she would too.

I smiled at their names. Matt and Jessa. Strange, almost like Matt and Jeff. A nurse entered the room and called the mother in. The boy started crying. "Shh, baby, no Matt. You can’t cry, come with mommy. We have to take Jessa to see the doctor so she can get better. Please don’t cry." Then she looked to me. "Honey, I’m sorry to do this to you. Can you or your mom watch him until I get out please? My baby, I’m so scared and I can’t just leave him." I nodded and Lucy snorted.

"Sure, I’ll watch him. Its okay." I jabbed Lucy in the ribs and sat Matt next to me.

"Now you be good for the lady," she looked to me in askance.

"Rachel and this is Lucy." I introduced.

"Matt, be good for Rachel and Lucy, Mommy will be back soon." She took off running into the examining rooms and Matt began to whimper again.

I took his small hand in mine. It was soft. "Hi Matt, buddy, how ya doin?"

He looked at me and sniffled. "Hi."

An infant sobbed in the corner of the room and Matt looked like he was going to cry again. "Hey, buddy," I wanted to distract him, he looked at me. "Guess what? I’m gonna tell you my secret name. Do you want to know what it is?"

He wiped a grimy hand against his face smearing his tears with dirt as he nodded. I leaned down low and whispered to him, making a big deal of looking around. "Since you’re so special, Matt, you can call me by my secret name, okay? Call me Racey." My eyes lit up dramatically as I tried to make it seem important and special to just him.

"Racey!" he grinned excitedly.

I nodded and he clapped as his mother stormed back into the room. "Thank you so much for watching him Rachel," she turned to him. "Matt, can you come with Mommy now?"

He looked to me. I nodded. "Its okay, just remember my secret name okay? And if you need me, you just shout it, loud as you can, okay?"

He nodded and hopped off the chair, chattering excitedly. "Her name is Racey, Momma…" is all I heard before they disappeared.

Lucy grinned at me. I looked at her. "What?"

She shook her head. "Nothin."

I frowned. "No, c’mon, tell me."

She shrugged. "I was just thinkin you’d make a good Momma is all. You got a way with kids honey, not too many people got that. But you do. When your time is right though, that’s when you’ll be it."

I rubbed my belly absently. I pretended it was protruding. What would I look like in a few months? And in nine? I gulped and my name was called. "Lucy, will you come in with me?"

She looked startled but agreed and followed me in. Dr Inniss smiled at me. "Well Rachel, you have decided to terminate?"

I looked to Lucy and grabbed her hand. "Actually, I think I’m going to carry it full term and raise it if I can."

Lucy looked concerned. "Honey, are you sure? You’re 17, how will you support it?"

I sighed. She had a point, I was lost in emotions. "I don’t know, maybe I’ll think of something. I want this baby, Lu. I want it to at least have life. Maybe when the time comes for me to have it I will give it up for adoption, but I know one thing for sure. I am going to have this baby."

She nodded and smiled, hugging me. Dr. Inniss smiled too. "Ah, so you’re here for a pre-natal check up, excellent."

When we got home I was tired so I decided to take a nap. It had been an exciting day for me. Lucy handed me the number and address again before I was totally out though. "Shouldn’t you tell them you’re keeping it?"

I stared at her a good 30 seconds before I answered. "No, they will do a few things. 1) Not care, and in that case, I don’t want to know. Or 2) They will come look for me and demand to be in its life. I wanna do this on my own, Lu. Two kids trying to achieve a career in wrestling isn’t my idea of a secure lifestyle."

"I dunno, I bet they’d give it up for you and your baby."

"Stop saying they. The Dad is only one of them. Maybe we’ll know when it comes out. And I don’t want them to give up their dreams because some girl was dumb enough to sleep with them and not ask that they use a condom."

"Take two to tango, love. They could have put one on without being asked."

I scoffed. "Get real, Lu. What guy is gonna do that?"

"Someone scared to get sick, that’s what. I still think you ought to tell them. If you can’t talk to them on the phone, write em a letter."

She left me alone then and I slept. The next morning I woke up and found a stack of papers, a supply of pens, envelopes and the address sitting on the desk in Lucy’s bedroom. Hmm, that isn’t too much of a hint. I got up and scrawled a note, read it over and tore it up. I did this about 30 more times, not being able to find the right way to word it. Finally, I thought I had it.

Dear Matt and Jeff,

Hi. Its Rachel. Matt, I wanted to say that I’m sorry for the phone call I made to you a while back. It wasn’t a joke. I’m really pregnant. When I told you that, I HAD decided to abort the pregnancy. When I got there though, I couldn’t do it. I’m going to carry it full term. Maybe give it up for adoption. I don’t know. I want to keep it. I don’t want anything from you. I don’t want you money or your time and I don’t want you coming back here for me. I’m going to do this on my own. Lucy, (remember the waitress from that night) just told me I should tell you guys what was up. Fact remains I still don’t know who the Dad is. I’m sorry but don’t worry about it. Like I said, I don’t want anything except for you to know. Good luck with your careers, maybe we’ll see ya on TV one day.

All the love I can give,

Racey Rachel

I folded the paper and put it in the envelope. I decided I would hold off on sending it, read it in a week and then see if I still want to say that. I think I forgot about it, when I went to look weeks later, it was gone. I guessed I threw it away and it wasn’t in me to write another one. I took that as a sign it was best that I just let them think that I aborted.

The next few months flew by. Lucy and I wound up moving back in with her mother, to take care of her. My parents disowned me the second they heard I was knocked up. They went on and on about what did they do wrong. I was 4 months pregnant and quite large. I had my appointments transferred to the hospital by Lucy’s mom’s house and that’s where I met Robert. I remember thinking him very handsome. I wanted to ask Lucy what she thought of him, but she couldn’t make it to the visit that day. Her mother was having treatments on the other side of the hospital. I remember Robert was cleaning up the supply room when the ultrasound determined that I was going to have twins. I squealed, then had trouble breathing. One was going to be a handful, two, impossible. The doctor got called away telling me he’d be right back. I must have begun hyperventilating because Robert was next to me shouting directions to me to calm down. Our eyes met and that was it. We were it.

<center> To Be Continued </center>

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Like I said before, Robert and I were married before I got any bigger. He went with me to all my appointments. The guys never tried to find me but I did notice they came back to town and were both wrestling in the local show. I dragged Robert to the match. He still doesn’t know why. I gasped when they came out. They were beautiful. Their hair was shorter, they were working as a tag team. Their moves were incredible. I feared for them. The twins both kicked me for the first time at that match. It was like they knew. I made sure to hide anytime they were around. I made sure to disappear after the show. I didn’t want a run in. I just needed to see them.

It turned out Rob lived a block from Lucy’s, so moving wasn’t that difficult. He was a good provider. He took care of me, he made sure I got my vitamins. He made sure everything went smoothly. He never asked how it happened, he said it didn’t matter. I think it does, but I think he wouldn’t understand. He got promoted and by the time 7 months came along we were making a pretty good living.

"Rrrrrooooooooobbbbbeeeerrrrtttttttt!!" I screeched one day and he came running.

"What is it?" He was out of breath.

"The babies, they’re coming!"

"No! They can’t! They’re early! Two months early! Rachel, tell them no!"

I rolled my eyes, no matter how much I begged, he never called me Racey and second… "You can’t just tell babies not to come out Rob!"

"But, its not time, are you sure?"

I winced in pain and screamed again, grabbing his shirt. "YOU BET YOUR ASS I’M SURE. THEY WANT THE FUCK OUT NOW!"

He nodded and got the baby bag and keys, rushing out the door, slamming it behind him. I watched the door. This felt like it was right out of ‘Father of the Bride 2’ He had forgotten me. "Good one Rob, no prob., I can make it on my own." I called to no one in particular. I dialed Lucy and told her to get to the hospital quick cuz they were coming with speed. I got outside and Robert had pulled out of the driveway. Oh this was gonna be interesting. I can hear him ‘Hello! My wife’s having twins, can you take them out or put them back, they’re not really done yet’ ‘Calm down Sir, where’s your wife?’ ‘Uh, she’s right… uh…’ I sighed as he pulled back in, hopped out and opened my door.

"Here you go sweetie, can I get you anything? A pillow? Need help with your seat belt, anything?"

I gritted my teeth and looked at him. "YOU can get ME to the HOSPITAL so I can have these damn BABIES!" I screamed through clenched teeth.

He rushed me there and because he worked there, paperwork breezed by. The delivery went smoothly and I delivered two very healthy baby girls. As I lay in the hospital bed, cradling my beauties, and Robert sat in a chair nearby, stroking my hair I tried to decide who their father was. They weren’t identical, one had blonde hair and brown eyes, the other had dark hair and green eyes. My heart fell as I realized what it must be. I had dark hair and green eyes, that explained her, the blonde with brown eyes meant it had to be Jeff. I had secretly hoped they were Matt’s. I had at least felt for him. But as I studied her more, her eyes were so much like Matt’s. In fact, both of my girls had pools of emotion for eyes. When we were alone and Robert had left to do… something… I told my girls not to worry because their mommy would take care of them, they smiled, laughed and cooed. Then I told them Robert would be their daddy. They kicked a little and fussed, but they were babies.

"What are we going to name them?" Robert asked me the hovering question.

I looked at them and it just came to me. "I like Janelle for my pretty light girl and Mackenzie for my dark baby." I looked to Robert who’s brow was drawn in thought.

"Can’t we give them normal names, sweetheart? Like Amanda or Gabrielle?"

I frowned. "Rob, I like Janelle and Mackenzie."

"But darling, those names, are so, rare."

"Yes, they are. I knew one other Rachel, my sister Melissa, graduated with 7 other Melissa’s. I must say I prefer a rare and unique name."

"But dear," he began.

I cut him off. "Robert, don’t make me do this and say this, but these are my babies. I conceived them without you and I grew them without you. I don’t want to raise them without you, but that’s the way it will be if you insist on fighting me on this."

I hurt him, and I knew it. It was stupid to fight over names but really, they were my babies. He nodded and left the room silently. I felt much older than my 18 years. Seven months will really mature you.

Since the babies were over 5 pounds we got to take them home the next day and the whirlwind began. I took them to Lucy’s first.

"Lu, look at them, they’re Jeff’s." I sighed.

She nodded. "The blond hair, I guess, but that’s not necessarily it, honey. Their eyes look like Matt’s."

I nodded. "I know, I thought that too. But I think they’re Jeff’s."

She shrugged. "Did you want them to be Matt’s?" I nodded, she continued. "I think they’re Matt’s. In fact, I almost know they’re Matt’s."

I smiled. "We can think their biological Daddy is whoever we want. I know that Robert will make the perfect father."

Here I am, writing this, almost 5 years later. A daddy or a father? I ask you again, what is a true father or daddy? I just saw their biological father on TV. It made me smile, and it made me cry.

Five years is a long time to not know the truth. I wonder to myself if they can handle it. The girls I mean, learning Robert is not their biological Dad. I wonder if its too young. They are smart girls though. Let a mother brag! Janelle is my wild child. She is hyper and gets into everything, she climbs on everything and usually gets hurt. She is every bit her father Jeff. Mackenzie is more subdued and quiet. She will follow Janelle on an adventure, but knows enough not to get herself hurt. I like to see her as part me and part Matt, even though I know she isn’t. I know one thing for sure though, I’ll never forget the Hardy Boyz. They gave me the most precious things in my life. My favorite mistakes. I love you my babies. Now Mommy is going to bed.

<center> The End.. but don’t worry.. there is most definitely a sequel!</center>

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