Hello. I'm Matt Hardy. Jeff (immune-to-fear.tumblr.com) is my younger brother. I am the sensei of Mattitude. Layla El is my beautiful girlfriend. She makes me so happy and I want her to be mine forever. I like my job, and I do it well. If you want to know more, feel free to ask.
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After spending all of last night and all day with Ryan’s illness, Matt and Layla decided it was time to see a doctor. They couldn’t risk anything happening to their almost two months. When they showed up to the hospital, Layla carried Ryan to the receptionist desk…
Layla looked back at Matt, frowning. “I’m sad.” She said before bending down and taking Ryan out of his carrier.
“I know baby girl.” he said, frowning slightly. He hated to see her sad. He wrapped his arm around Layla. ” the good thing about coming here, is that we get to make him better.”
Layla sighed softly as she scooted into his embrace, lightly rocking the now quiet, Ryan. Layla looked up at him, “Yeah…I know. But something always has to show to stop my happy train. Now I’m crazily worried.”
Matt smiled softly at Layla. “I vow to always keep your happy train moving.” He said, tilting her chin up to kiss her on the lips softly.
Layla looked back up at him, smiling a little before returning the kiss. Her smile grew as she pulled away, “Thank you.”
Matt pulled her close and kissed her forehead.
A few minutes later, the receptionist called Ryan up to go to a room. Layla sat up, with a now sleeping baby in her hands as she followed the nurse into the back.
Matt walked back with Layla and Ryan to the room and sat at the nurse asked the basic questions about Ryan and his symptoms.
CAN’T.
STAY.
AWAKE.
GAH.
GO TO SLEEP MISSY!
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After spending all of last night and all day with Ryan’s illness, Matt and Layla decided it was time to see a doctor. They couldn’t risk anything happening to their almost two months. When they showed up to the hospital, Layla carried Ryan to the receptionist desk…
Layla looked back at Matt, frowning. “I’m sad.” She said before bending down and taking Ryan out of his carrier.
“I know baby girl.” he said, frowning slightly. He hated to see her sad. He wrapped his arm around Layla. ” the good thing about coming here, is that we get to make him better.”
Layla sighed softly as she scooted into his embrace, lightly rocking the now quiet, Ryan. Layla looked up at him, “Yeah…I know. But something always has to show to stop my happy train. Now I’m crazily worried.”
Matt smiled softly at Layla. “I vow to always keep your happy train moving.” He said, tilting her chin up to kiss her on the lips softly.
Layla looked back up at him, smiling a little before returning the kiss. Her smile grew as she pulled away, “Thank you.”
Matt pulled her close and kissed her forehead.
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After spending all of last night and all day with Ryan’s illness, Matt and Layla decided it was time to see a doctor. They couldn’t risk anything happening to their almost two months. When they showed up to the hospital, Layla carried Ryan to the receptionist desk…
Layla looked back at Matt, frowning. “I’m sad.” She said before bending down and taking Ryan out of his carrier.
“I know baby girl.” he said, frowning slightly. He hated to see her sad. He wrapped his arm around Layla. ” the good thing about coming here, is that we get to make him better.”
Layla sighed softly as she scooted into his embrace, lightly rocking the now quiet, Ryan. Layla looked up at him, “Yeah…I know. But something always has to show to stop my happy train. Now I’m crazily worried.”
Matt smiled softly at Layla. “I vow to always keep your happy train moving.” He said, tilting her chin up to kiss her on the lips softly.
After spending all of last night and all day with Ryan’s illness, Matt and Layla decided it was time to see a doctor. They couldn’t risk anything happening to their almost two months. When they showed up to the hospital, Layla carried Ryan to the receptionist desk…
Layla looked back at Matt, frowning. “I’m sad.” She said before bending down and taking Ryan out of his carrier.
“I know baby girl.” he said, frowning slightly. He hated to see her sad. He wrapped his arm around Layla. ” the good thing about coming here, is that we get to make him better.”
After spending all of last night and all day with Ryan’s illness, Matt and Layla decided it was time to see a doctor. They couldn’t risk anything happening to their almost two months. When they showed up to the hospital, Layla carried Ryan to the receptionist desk and asked to check him in. They were on hold. Layla glared at the lady after receiving a rude greeting, rolling her eyes and shaking it off before sifting down in a chair in the waiting area.
Matt walked with Layla into the hospital and to the reception desk. He sighed when the nurse told them they’d have to wait. God knows how long they’d have to wait. He hated emergency rooms. He just wanted his baby boy to feel better. Matt sat next to Layla, and looked over at her.
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Trying to cool down Ryan…he’s up to a 102.4. And he keeps crying.
This makes me sad..We need to take him in, baby..
I know…
Do you want to go to the hospital?
What choice do we have? *cradles Ryan in her arms, calming him down*
Alright baby, we’ll go.
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Trying to cool down Ryan…he’s up to a 102.4. And he keeps crying.
This makes me sad..We need to take him in, baby..
I know…
Do you want to go to the hospital?
Trying to cool down Ryan…he’s up to a 102.4. And he keeps crying.
This makes me sad..
We need to take him in, baby..
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Jesus. It’s freaking me out.
You heard too! Right at Morgan U. I live right around the corner from it!
That one was just…
The guy in Miami was high, cause they shot him, and he kept eating.
Yeah but this guy was clean. He attacked him out of nowhere.
that’s crazy.
