"Good morning."
Amy Copeland was all smiles as she turned from the window at which she was standing and staring out of, her heart melting. She closed her eyes softly as his arms encircled her, loving the feel of him and the sound of his heartbeat.
"Morning," she said softly. "How long have you been awake, honey?"
The tall blond man smiled at her.
"Long enough to know you've been standing here awhile." He playfully tweaked her nose. "Do you know how beautiful you look bathed in sunlight?"
In a way, the woman supposed his choice of wording was kind of corny, but that didn't mean she didn't like it. On the contrary, she felt some goosebumps and let out a pleasant little shudder.
"Oh, do tell," she teased, laughing as she snuggled against him.
Adam Copeland chuckled and placed a hearty kiss on the soft, smooth forehead of his wife of six years. He could hardly believe they'd actually been together that long, all things considered. It wasn't that either of them had cheated or anything of the sort... It was just the sheer number of hardships they'd endured throughout their relationship. They'd been trying to have a baby for well over a year now, and for some reason, it simply wasn't working. And then, early on in their romance, they'd had a completely different sort of problem. Amy had been stalked and harassed on a regular basis.
It seemed like almost a lifetime ago by now. Adam hadn't even actually thought about it for the better part of the past year, not really. Of course, it did occasionally enter his mind now and then, but he would push it back to the farthest recesses. Their lives together were supposed to be happy, and had been for so long now.
"Mmm..." The redhead in his arms stirred and pulled back a little, just enough to gaze up into his eyes. "... We're going to try again later, right?"
The tall blond man instantly knew what his wife meant, and he nodded.
"Absolutely." He grinned devilishly. "Besides, even if it doesn't work, we always still have fun trying."
Amy smiled, but she didn't completely feel the gesture within her soul. She actually felt somewhat despondent deep down. It tore her up that she knew how badly her husband wanted a family - and yet, for some reason, she was unable to give him one. She sank into his touch as she sadly thought about that.
"Adam, I..." She bit her lip as she hesitated in her thought. She ran a hand through her mussed red hair, meeting his eyes squarely as she went on. "... I think we ought to see someone." She couldn't help feeling slightly embarrassed.
He arched an eyebrow as he studied her pretty face.
"You mean like a fertility specialist?"
Somewhat bashfully, the woman nodded. She bowed her head but managed to meet his green eyes again.
"After a year with no baby, I think we should," she said.
The tall blond man held her close against him, his expression gone serious. He raised one hand up to her face, the pad of his thumb caressing her delicate jawline.
"Okay," he said gently. "If you think that's what we should do, that's what we will do." He ducked his head to hers, slowly capturing her soft lips for a kiss.
They had no clue they were, at that very moment, being watched.
*
Christopher Irvine's face hardened into a deep scowl at the scene. It really made his gut clench to witness the supposedly tender moment.
He had stayed away for far too long - longer than any man in love should have to stay away from a woman. And hence, he'd come back to Tampa, where he'd actually lived himself some years earlier. It seemed his lucky stars that they lived at that same house, the same place Copeland had lived years before he and Amy had ever gotten married.
Growing disgusted, Chris turned away from the window and studied his own reflection in his rearview mirror. His clear blue eyes were bloodshot due to lack of sleep. He had gotten his previously long blond hair cut awhile back so that it was now short but spiky up in the very front. He was clean-shaven and still quite the sexy beast if he did say so himself. And just wait until he sprung his little surprise on them. He would show them... He'd show them all!
He smirked as thoughts of his life over the past few years circulated through his head. He'd recently gotten out a serious relationship and was single once again... Well, it had been as serious as one could get with attorney Dana Finley. That woman had been insatiable, but he'd grown tired of her fairly quickly. No one could compare with one's real love, after all.
In his mind, things had been over long before the incident... But the straw that finally broke the camel's back had been when he'd told Dana he wanted to go back. He'd dreamed of making his big, long-awaited return to the WWE. He knew he'd always been so over with the fans, whether they'd cheered him or booed him.
Dana hadn't believed in him. In fact, she had laughed... Laughed! That had infuriated Chris. No one laughed at him and got away with it. He'd broken up with her right then and there. And it hadn't perturbed him in the least that they'd been in the middle of sex, either. He'd merely kept thrusting until he came, withdrew and left her hanging - served the bitch right! And he'd told her it was over.
Irvine smirked as he recalled it all. It was the only way it could be, anyway. After all, Amy was the only
woman for him.