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Amy smiled to herself as she pressed the button to make the call, her breath held in anticipation. She raised the cell phone to her ear, pressing it against it as she listened to the ringing on the other end. And then, she heard his beloved and very sexy deep, soft-spoken voice.

"Hey, baby."

"Hey yourself," she replied, her smile broadening into a bright grin. They'd just spoken four times over the last two days during Christmas Eve and then Christmas, but they couldn't help themselves. And the previous night, after all of the festivities had been long over for both of them with their families, they'd delved into something that turned out to be a little new for *both* of them - phone sex.

"How did you sleep last night?" he asked in a breathy voice, and she giggled softly, knowing exactly what he was getting at. Damn, she missed him.

"I slept *so* great last night," she replied, her cheeks flushing red despite the brisk, cold air through which she was walking. She shivered slightly but felt somewhat warm in all the right places at the sound of his voice, and by the words he spoke to her. Hell, just thinking about him could warm her up in a heartbeat. "And what about you?"

The blond man chuckled.

"I slept great, too," he answered softly, his gaze sweeping across the kitchen, where he just so happened to be sitting at the table. His mother, Judy, kept moving around the room, preparing an early dinner. He didn't want to say too much, get into too much detail while she was within earshot.

"Aww... is that all you have to say about it?" Amy asked, her breath escaping visibly in a cloud before her. It was damn freezing up here.

"Well... I'm not exactly alone, babe."

"Ahh... gotcha. So, your mom's right there, huh?"

"Bingo," the Canadian replied, his gaze raising almost sheepishly as his mother headed over to the table.

She laughed softly, shoving her free, gloved hand into the pocket of her coat. Thank goodness she'd gotten out her very warmest one. She kept walking, her smile softening as she reached the destination she'd been seeking. She was absolutely freezing.

"Listen, Adam... I need to ask a favor of you."

He perked up, straightening a bit in his chair as he felt a smile touch his lips. It was so good to hear her voice, even though he would much rather she were right there, with him.

"Name it, honey."

"You can open the front door and let me in out of the cold..."

"What?" The tall blond man rose from his seat and strode from the kitchen, the cell phone still pressed to his ear. He walked down the short alcove and into the hallway, and as he approached the front door, he cocked his head to one side. Then, opening the door, he got the surprise of his life.

The smiling redhead met his shocked green eyes and spoke into the phone again.

"Well? Aren't you gonna invite me in?"

The blond man gaped at the lovely vision before him, as though unable to believe she was really there but was actually a mirage. Then, her laughter sounded directly into his ear, and he blinked, shaking it off.

"Ames? *What* are you doing here?! Get in here!" he exclaimed, reaching one arm out for her. He gently ushered her into the warm house, hanging up his cell phone with a push of his thumb on the proper button. He quickly shut the door behind her, enveloping her in his embrace, a smile on his face as he dipped his head so he could claim her lips with his. He gave her a long, lingering kiss, and she raised one gloved hand to his cheek, a shiver running through him not only from the coldness of it, but the sensation of having her right here, in his arms. He allowed his tongue to enter her moist, hot mouth, and a soft giggle escaped her as they kissed.

After long, lingering moments, he pulled back and straightened up, gazing down at her in surprise. His green eyes sparkled as he looked her over.

"Baby, what are you doing here? I... I can't believe you're *here*!"

Her hazel eyes were merry as she fixed them on him.

"I didn't want to be away from you any longer," she confessed. "My family had a wonderful Christmas celebration yesterday, and while it was nice, all I could think of was *you*."

"But you traveled all this way...? I'm speechless, Ames," he said, an expression of wonder coming to his handsome face as he shook his head. He couldn't believe she was really here, in Toronto.

"I couldn't stay away," she explained softly, her hand coming up to cup his stubble-covered cheek. "I love you too much."

He grinned down at her, his heart melting at the expression on her face, and the sound of her sweet words. She was really something else.

"I love you." He dipped his head again, kissing her softly. Then, pulling back, he glanced around, confusion appearing on his sharp features. "Where's your stuff?"

"I left it in the rental," she answered, removing her gloves and rubbing her hands together for warmth. "It's parked just down the block." She allowed him to lead her down the short hallway and further into the house.

"I can't believe you," he said, marveling at her actions. "But I'm glad you're here. I missed you." He wrapped an arm around her waist, drawing her closer to him. "And guess what? You get to meet my mom."

"Oh, I know," she said with a small smile. She was actually feeling slightly nervous about that, although she'd heard nothing but terrific things about Judy Copeland. Still, she was meeting her boyfriend's mother for the very first time, and she wanted to make a good first impression. "By the way," she turned to face him, a shiver going through her at the still chilliness she felt from the crisp Toronto air. "I don't know *how* you grew up here. Being from Florida, I'm not used to this cold!"

"Ahh... Well, don't worry about that," Adam said with a lascivious grin as he continued leading her through the house. "I'll warm you right up."

The redhead gave him a playful little swat, her head shaking although her eyes reflected merriment.

"We're in your mother's house!" she reminded him.

The tall blond man chuckled.

"Not a problem for me," he whispered. He steered her into the living room, and the diva picked up the delicious aroma of roast chicken in the air. Adam gestured to the area quickly. "This is the living room, as you can see." Before she could comment, he steered her into the kitchen, and the redhead's heart beat faster as she saw his mother puttering around inside.

"Ma! Ma, I've got a surprise for you."

The woman turned around, her dark eyes widening in surprise.

"Oh, hello!" She stepped forward, closer to them, her kind brown orbs fixing on the redhead with her son. Being a loyal WWE viewer as she was, she instantly knew who the young woman was. "Lita - Amy Dumas... What a surprise!" She cast a quick, fleeting glance at Adam, as though questioning him as to why he hadn't told her his girlfriend would be coming. "Merry Christmas."

"Hello, Mrs. Copeland," Amy said nervously, her heart still thumping. "Merry Christmas." She put out her hand to shake, but the woman shook her head and smiled.

"Sweetie, that's not my name - call me *Judy*. And I'm so happy to finally meet you. Adam does nothing but talk about you," she said. She moved forward to hug the younger woman, then glanced up at her son afterward. "Too bad he didn't tell me you were coming."

"I didn't know myself, Ma," he insisted. "She just surprised me, the little devil." He grinned down at her, and Amy felt somewhat flustered. She really wanted to make a good impression here.

"Well, I hope you're hungry, Amy," Judy said, offering the redhead a warm smile. "I cooked plenty tonight, thanks to this big boy... I hope you like chicken."

"I love chicken. It smells delicious!"

"Adam..." The blonde woman swatted at her son's muscular arm with the back of her hand. "... be chivalrous - take her coat and put it inside."

"Oh, sorry," the tall blond man said sheepishly. He guessed he was still shocked that she was even here. "Let me take your coat, babe."

Amy smiled softly as she undid her coat, then handed it, along with the hat and scarf she'd been wearing, to him.

"Come with me," he said softly, gesturing with a motion of his blond head as he gathered up her garments. Louder, he regarded his mom. "We'll be right back."

"All right. Don't take long, because dinner's just about done."

Amy walked with Adam down the hallway, a pleasant feeling rippling its way down her back. She had a good feeling already, despite being nervous. Her boyfriend's mother seemed so nice and down to earth. She could sense she was going to feel nothing but comfortable around her, which was definitely a good thing.

"I like your mom," she said softly, a small smile touching her lips as she followed the tall blond man into a bedroom.

"Yeah, she's a great lady," he remarked with a smile of his own. He neatly placed her coat onto the bed, then turned toward her and pulled her flush against him, his lips hot and demanding as he kissed her passionately. His hands roamed over her back and down to cup her butt, and he groaned as he felt her respond in kind.

"I can't wait 'til later tonight," Adam said softly, a smile on his handsome face as he gazed down at her suggestively.

"Is that so?" she asked, arching a brow, lifting a hand to trace the tip of her forefinger over his cheek and down to his jaw.

"Oh, yeah... Everything we did over the phone last night?" he continued, holding her close against him and lowering his head so that his forehead met hers. "Well, I'm gonna do every single one of those things to you when we're tucked away in my room."

The redhead laughed softly as he pressed his lips to hers again.