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Everything

Good Morning beautiful,

Took a walk over to my dad's house to visit with him for a little while. The keys to the truck are on the dresser, come on over when you wake up.

Jeff.

He read the note once again, set it down on the nightstand so that it stuck out noticeably underneath the clock whose bright red digital numbers read 5:58 a.m. Normally he would've still been in bed, curled up with his blankets; However, there was a good reason he was up so early, the reason for everything he did as of late, and that was the woman whose sleeping form he was admiring - Trish.

He really wanted nothing more than to crawl back under the covers and lay beside her, smelling the sweet scent that lingered on the blonde locks that were fanned out around her face and watch her smile softly in her sleep, but he'd been awake most of the night thinking and there was something he needed to do.

Tearing his eyes away from Trish, Jeff made sure that the keys were in fact on the dresser where he'd said they'd be, shut the bedroom door quietly, and started down the hall smiling to himself as he looked around and spotted things that she had left laying around his trailer. Every room seemed to be effected by her presence, she'd left her sunglasses on the kitchen table beside the glass of wine she couldn't finish the night before, the jacket she'd stolen from him when she got cold riding on the back of his dirt bike because she'd been too stubborn to wear her own like he had suggested was laying on the couch, and her favorite pair of old ugly running shoes almost tripped Jeff as he made his way out the front door.

It was only a short venture up the winding dirt road and since that didn't leave Jeff with too much time to think about exactly how he'd bring up the topic he wanted to discuss with his dad he walked up the path silently and bounced a few ideas around in his head.

He could come right out and say what he needed to say - the good ol' direct approach - but he wasn't really sure that was the best idea since it was pretty early in the morning and he didn't know how his dad would do with discussing something so important before he'd had a chance to finish his first cup of coffee.

On the other hand the round about approach had it's dangers too, Gilbert wasn't exactly known for having an abundance of patience, but then again that was just because of his old school southern roots.

A few more minutes passed while Jeff trekked up the dirt road, silently arguing with himself and before he knew it he was stepping up onto his father's creaky wooden porch. He stood hesitantly at the front door for a few seconds, and then as he dug out his keys he got his bearings together and decided on how he was going to approach this talk with his dad.

Ease into it…

No…Just tell him…

…maybe not…

Damn…

If I can't talk to my dad about it how in the hell will I talk to Trish?…

Just calm down…see where things go…it can't possibly be this hard…

Drawing in one last deep breath he slipped the key into the lock and let himself into the house he'd grown up in.

"Dad?" Jeff's voice echoed through the early morning silence that filled the hall of his father's house as he made his way through the old oak front door. He wasn't worried about waking 'The Legend' because the smell of coffee that greeted him on his way toward the kitchen confirmed what Jeff already knew, as usual his old man had probably been up since before the sun.

"Jeffrey?…I'm in here.." The raspy voice of Gilbert Hardy called back over the sound of the coffee pot peculating and something sizzling in a frying pan. "Is everything alright?"

"Everything's great." The youngest of the Hardy men leaned against the door frame leading into the kitchen and smiled brightly at his father. "What're you making?"

Gilbert turned his attention away from the pan he was tending and looked at his son with his eyebrows arched. "Bacon..eggs..what're you doing up so damned early?"

"Well that's a fine how-do-you-do, and yes I would love some.." Jeff stepped further into the kitchen, poured himself a cup of coffee with a smirk, and took a seat at the table.

"Cut that out, you know I'm happy to see ya,…most of the time" The elder Hardy shot a stern glance over at Jeff, but the look faded as quickly as it had come and was replaced with a wink and a smile. "It's just that getting you outta bed early is usually a chore…I remember when you were a kid I had to dump ice water on you to get your ass outta bed in time for school, so seeing you up at quarter past six a little bit of a surprise."

Jeff laughed while his dad grabbed an extra plate out of the cupboard, set it on the counter and began piling half of the eggs and bacon he'd made into it. "I just wanted to see what you're up to old man…"

Shaking his head Gilbert carried the two plates of food over to the table and set one in front of Jeff. "You dragged yourself out of bed at this ungodly hour because everything's fine and you wanted to see what I'm up to?" He asked, taking a seat across the table. "Boy, just who do you think you're fooling? 'Cause it certainly isn't me…"

Jeff took a sip from his coffee, set the cup back down on the table, and had to tear his eyes away from the warm dark brown liquid that reminded him of a pair of eyes that he loved looking into so that he could meet his father's gaze. "Well no…I have something I need to talk to you."

"Something you need to talk to me about?"

Because he had a mouthful of eggs Jeff nodded, but once he swallowed he offered a bit more information to sooth the worried look that had spread across his father's face. "It's about Trish.."

"Oh.." Gilbert shifted in his seat a little, even though he wasn't really sure where Jeff was going with this topic it caught his attention quickly. It had just been the day before that Jeff had arrived with his arm wrapped around a beautiful woman that he had introduced as his girlfriend, Trish. She seemed like a sweet girl, down to earth, full of spunk, and Gilbert thought they looked happy together, he was actually pretty sure that he hadn't seen Jeff so happy in a long time. "I was wondering where Patricia was…"

"She's still sleeping. We had a full day yesterday with the drive, and we went for a dirt bike ride last night so she was really tired."

The older man set his fork down and took a sip from his mug of coffee. "I see. She seems like a good girl.."

"She's amazing" He replied softly. "I love her.."

Gilbert leaned back in his chair, the worried feeling he'd had when Jeff said he needed to talk disappeared and was replaced with a great sense of pride towards the man he'd raised. "Why?"

"What?"

"Well this seems like a pretty serious talk Jeff, and if you're here for the reason I think you're here, then I want you to tell me what it is about her that you love."

"It is, and I will, but I have to warn you I could probably talk about her all day."

"I'm an old man, I'm ain't going nowhere."

Jeff laughed. "Alright, fair enough. I love her because…"

He paused, trying to think of how he could explain everything he felt for Trish and not have it come out in one big messy jumble of emotions, but he realized there was probably no way that was going to happen so he gave in and let it all come out.

"She's strong in every way that I need her to be, and she's smart…unbelievably smart…and beautiful…those eyes…and that smile...and her laugh. I would give anything to be able to spend the rest of my life just watching her smile and listening to her laugh. I know I said she's amazing, but honestly I'm not even sure that's a good enough word."

His face lit up a bit as he talked about her and Gilbert noticed that right away which in turn caused the 'old man' to smile and nod as Jeff continued.

"Oh, and she has her quirks…She hogs all the blankets and then pushes them off the other side of the bed, she sings off key in the shower, steals my shirts all the damn time, and she leaves all her things laying around the house, but I love those all of those things because they make her who she is, and sure sometimes she drives me nuts, but I never want to be without her…She's everything to me."

"You make sure you tell her that…all of that, as often as you can." Gilbert wiped his eyes, pushed his chair away from the table, and then got up and crossed the kitchen. Stopping once he was in front of an old wooden hutch he began digging through one of the draws until he pulled out a tiny box and started back towards the table where Jeff was sitting. "and you give her this, your mom's ring…and know that your mom and me…we're both real proud of you."

Jeff opened the box and glanced down at the ring. It was every bit as beautiful as he remembered it being and held a special meaning that he knew Trish would appreciate as much as he did. "Thanks dad."

Gil nodded and rejoined his son at the table where the two men went back to talking, mostly about Jeff's mom and how Gil had proposed, but then a familiar roar of a truck engine halted the conversation.

"and there she is." Jeff smiled and watched as the through the window as Trish hoped out of the truck with a frustrated look on her face and started towards the front porch. Only moments later he heard the familiar creek of the screen door, footsteps coming towards the kitchen, and then a beautiful blonde in a pair of ripped jeans and one of Jeff's worn out t-shirts appeared in the kitchen.

"So I love your truck…I'm not so sure it loves me back.."

"What did you do to it?"

"What did I do?" She put on hand on her hip and began gesturing animatedly with her free hand as she continued to talk. "..No..no..you don't understand, I did everything just like you told me with the third pedal and the shifting gears but… I swear to god I stalled it 8 times on the way over here.."

Jeff sighed, rested his head in his hand, and gazed up at her with a disbelieving look "Yea..that's the clutch. Anyway, was it smoking?"

"No, but I'm guessing it's not supposed to make sputtering noises either…"

"Sputtering noises?…"

"Yea. This is what it sounded like: put-put…pbbbff…and that was followed by me yelling 'Damn it! Not again!'"

His face dropped. "Not again?"

"Well yea, it did it more than once.."

Gilbert watched while Trish recalled the truck's behavior then turned to see the expression on Jeff's face, and that's when he began to chuckle. He'd been through similar situations more than once with his own wife. Whenever Ruby had broken something or had done something she thought would upset him she would flash the same innocent smile Trish was wearing, and in response to that he would shake his head and mutter under his breath just the way his son currently was.

"We're gonna go dad.." Jeff got up, drained his coffee and then set the cup in the sink. "I'm gonna see if I can salvage my truck from damage done by Disaster-Diva and then we're off to the beach."

Gilbert laughed. "You two have fun."

"We will.." Jeff walked away from his father and towards the truck where Trish was already waiting for him, but before he got more than a few steps he turned and looked back at Gilbert. "Hey dad…"

Gilbert smiled warmly and, as though he was able read the younger man's thoughts and concerns, he softly offered the few words Jeff needed to hear the most. "You'll be just fine.."

- XO - XO - XO -

The weeks following Jeff's talk with his dad had been interesting to say the least. He'd carried the ring around with him hoping for the perfect moment to give it to her, but that moment never seemed to come. He'd taken her out to half a dozen romantic dinners, and they'd gone for more moonlit walks then ever before, but those moments always felt generic and cliché and he couldn't have her proposal looking like something straight out of a Lifetime movie. So he continued to rack his brain trying to come up with the perfect moment, but then one day, when he was least expecting it, the perfect moment presented itself…

"I'm going to have an entire yard full of those someday.." She smiled softly and gazed out the window as the drove through a stretch of road that was surrounded by two beautiful fields full of sunflowers. "Well, maybe not a whole yard full…but-..what're you doing?…" She glanced over at Jeff as the car started pulling towards the side of the road.

"Stopping."

"Because?.."

"Just trust me.." He smiled at her, put the car in park on the side of the road then got out and opened her door for her before taking her hand and running into deep into the field with her.

Stopping only once they were so far in that they could no longer see the road he pulled her close and kissed her deeply. "I love you.."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. ".I love you too Jeff.." She said a bit breathlessly as she looked around at the flowers that surrounded them. "It's beautiful out here. I love it when you do things like this."

"Well…there's a reason…"

"Oh?" She looked at him curiously. "Alright then, what is it baby?"

He took a deep breath, he'd thought about how he was going to ask her million times, but now that the time had come he was sure he'd forgotten about 90% of everything he wanted to say and so he thought back to the conversation he had with his father and the advice the old man had given him.

Tell her that, all of that, as often as you can…

"I don't always have take the time to tell you how much you mean to me, how much I love you, and all the reasons why I love you…but I want to now. I want you to know that I love it when I go to get a shirt from my suitcase and it smells like you, that your laugh is more beautiful to me than any song I've ever heard, that sometimes I look at you and I find myself praying that our kids will have your eyes. What I'm trying to say is…Trish, you're everything to me. I can't picture my life with out you and I don't want to." He took a step back, fished the ring out of his pocket and then got down on one knee and gazed up at Trish; Her honey colored hair was blowing softly in the wind and the smile she wore lit up her brown eyes. She was unquestionably the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. "I want to share a life with you, Trish. Will you marry me?"

Her eyes welled up with tears of joy and she nodded. "Yes. Yes to you and your painty jeans, and that quirky smile, and kids that will probably have blue hair, and everything else I love so much about you."

He slipped the ring on her finger and got back to his feet with a relieved smile. She'd said yes and he finally felt like he could breath again, but the feeling faded a second later as Trish spoke again.

"Under one condition.."

He looked at her with big green eyes, trying not to portray how anxious he was feeling. "Oh, okay, anything. Just tell me what it is"

"Well…" She smirked playfully at him. "now I really do want a yard full of these, so that even when I'm 90 and I have gray hair and I'm all wrinkly I won't forget this moment. "

He laughed softly then turned and picked the closest flower and handed it to her with a sincere smile "I like the sounds of that."

"Even the 90, and gray ,and wrinkly part?"

He pulled her close, kissed her once more, then whispered softly against her lips. "Especially that part, because I'll be sitting right beside you on the front porch swing, and I'll look out in the yard and I'll be able to remember this day. The day you agreed to forever be my everything."

SUPER BIG THANKS to everyone that has read and reveiwed so far It means a lot to me and gives me the inspiration to keep writing.=)