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Amy bit her lip as she glanced at her watch, then at the wall clock. She knew she was probably being very obvious, but as she looked over at Adam, he didn't seem to notice.

The tall blond man had been pretty quiet as they'd sat there on the couch in front of the TV. All she could wonder what where the heck *were* they? They should have been here by now!

Too antsy to sit still, the redhead stood up. That was when Adam turned - his entire body, as he was still unable to turn his head with the hard neck brace - and eyed her curiously. She didn't say a word as she paced right out of the room and into the bedroom.

Amy raked a hand through her long hair, hoping her boyfriend wouldn't follow her in here as she reached for the phone. She began to dial the number of one of her friends' cell phones, her breath held as she waited for a response.

"Hello?"

"Hello - Trish?" she said in a loud whisper.

"Hey, Amy!" the little blonde said cheerily on the other end.

"Damn it, where *are* you?" the redhead asked anxiously. "You guys should have been here almost an hour ago!" She glanced quickly toward the doorway, expecting Adam to waltz right in and catch her on the phone.

"We're on our way - have no fear," the other diva said with a small chuckle. "Actually, Chris and I are just pulling up your block. And the others are-"

"Crap!" Amy said in a loud whisper as she suddenly realized she could hear his footsteps in the hallway nearby. "I gotta go - I'll talk to you later." Quickly, and before Trish had a chance to even respond, she hung up as quietly as she could manage.

Adam stood in the bedroom doorway, arriving just in time to witness the redhead hanging up the phone in the darkened room. He frowned as he wondered what was going on. She seemed to have been in a damn hurry to end the call, and he couldn't help the strange, sudden suspicion that aroused.

"Hey," he said, and she looked up sharply, her head whipping in his direction. Why did she look so... scared to see him standing there?

"Oh... hey, baby," the redhead said, a smile suddenly gracing her lips. She stepped away from the phone by the nightstand and moved around the bed. "You didn't have to follow me in here."

He cocked an eyebrow, an eerie, hollow feeling coming into the pit of his stomach. What was going on? Why was she acting this way? His mouth ran dry as he suddenly wondered if she'd been talking on the phone with another man... He wondered, really wondered. After all, it had been a solid month since anything had happened between them. Amy was a beautiful woman with needs and desires, and if *he* couldn't meet and satisfy them... Well, was it possible that she'd found someone else who *could*? He swallowed hard, feeling sick to his stomach at the mere thought. And come to think of it, he didn't *want* to think about it at all.

"Come here," she suddenly said, wanting nothing more than to sway him from wondering what she'd been doing in here, and with whom she'd been speaking on the phone. He wasn't supposed to know a thing about it, anyway. She inched closer to him, still smiling as she put herself in his arms, her own wrapping around his slim waist.

Adam blinked with worry and suspicion as he put his arms around his girlfriend, hugging her against him as best he could. Who had she been talking with on the phone? Why hadn't she just used the phone in the living room? These questions, plus more, played out in his head.

"Adam?" the redheaded diva said softly, her gaze soft and gentle as she stepped back from his embrace. "Can I get you something or do something to make you feel better?"

The tall blond man arched a brow. That was strange - she was offering to do something to make him feel better *now*, when she hadn't done so earlier. It was odd. However, it also contributed to making him feel even *more* suspicious... If she was messing around on him - and had nearly been caught on the phone with the other guy - wouldn't it be typical for her to offer him something nice right about now?

"Come... sit on the couch and I'll get you a drink," she said with a smile as she grabbed hold of his left hand. She tugged gently, and he allowed her to lead him back into the living room. His heart was pounding too fast, and he seriously thought he might get physically ill. The thought of another man touching his Amy - doing countless other things to her, *with* her - tore him up, infuriated him beyond belief and made him want to smash things - like the bastard's face!

He didn't speak a word as he returned to the damned couch and sat down, his green gaze on her face as she perched just beside him. She smiled again and moved her face close to his as though to kiss him, but he put a hand between them, holding her back at the last moment. She eyed him questioningly.

"Ames, what's going on?"

"Huh?" she asked, her head cocking to one side as she regarded him. "I was just going to give you a little kiss."

"No, that's not what I meant," he said. If he *could* have, he would have shaken his head. "I mean you just now - in the bedroom... You were on the phone."

"Oh... That was just a wrong number."

Adam frowned with displeasure as he gazed directly into her hazel eyes.

"A wrong number? But didn't *you* make the call?" he countered.

The redhead's eyes shifted slightly, and she seemed uncomfortable as she tried not to squirm. Why was he asking these questions? Damn it, she didn't want to spoil it.

"N-no."

"Yes you did," the tall blond man protested. "I *know* you did. Who was that?"

Confusion entered the diva's head at the strange expression on his face, the inflection in his tone of voice. What was Adam thinking here?

"What?" She was about to question him as to what he thought when the doorbell suddenly rang, distracting them both. Rather than ask or answer him, she bounded up from the couch and raced to the door, her breath held as she felt relieved.

"Surprise!!"

Adam nearly jumped at the shout, shock coursing through him as he spotted a multitude of friends spilling in through the front door. At the forefront were Chris Jericho and Trish Stratus, and Jay Reso and Nora Greenwald, the petite brunette holding a pastry box, were right behind them. Rey and Dawn Marie, along with Nidia were entering the house as well. And then, the last few to enter were Stephanie McMahon, John Cena, Terry Gerin, and his new girlfriend, Lisa Marie Varon.

The blond man was in shock. And then, it all came together as he realized what must have happened. He had obviously caught Amy on the phone with one of their friends for a - of all things - *surprise party*, and all for *him*, evidently. Although the redhead's birthday was only two days away, it didn't seem that this was all for *her*.

"How're you holding up, Junior?" Chris asked with a grin as he approached the couch. He gave Adam's arm a friendly, masculine slap. Trish was next to greet him as she smiled up at him.

"Hi, Adam! You look great!" she said as she stood up on tiptoes to plant a small kiss on his cheek.

The blond man could barely find the words to speak as he shifted his gaze over at Amy, and his heart was absolutely soaring with all the love he felt for her. She was truly amazing. Yet, at the same time, he felt like a damn idiot - how could he ever suspect her of what he'd thought just mere moments ago? God, was he a fool!

Everyone greeted him and Amy in kind, and then Dawn Marie took it upon herself to clear her throat and make a small announcement.

"Okay, listen... We girls are heading into the kitchen! Not that I long to have lived in the fifties, but - no men allowed!" The brunette could barely keep a straight face as she took a pot of food from Mysterio's hands - a dish the diminutive man had made, at that. "Come on, ladies."

All of the divas present followed Dawn and Amy into the kitchen while the guys made themselves comfortable in the living room. Adam was still nearly speechless.

"We really got you good, huh?" Jay asked with a grin.

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"Time for some good old fashioned girltalk!" Dawn Marie crowed. She turned toward the redhead. "Didn't you want to talk to me about something?"

Amy blushed as she brought some plates over to the kitchen counter. Although she was really good friends with most everyone here, she really didn't know Lisa Marie all that well. However, the raven-haired woman seemed to be occupied with getting some drinks from the fridge.

"Well, yeah," she admitted sheepishly. She looked to her other side to meet eyes with Trish. "I *did*." She raised her hazel eyes heavenward and exhaled, then blurted it out. "Okay... It's been a month now, and I feel like I'm ready to explode."

Nora burst out laughing.

"I'm sorry!" the brunette said, shaking her head.

Dawn Marie wasn't the least bit phased.

"Oh, honey," she said, "why don't you just - *do* it?"

Amy gave her an incredulous look.

"Because he's still wearing that neck brace! I don't want to knock anything out of whack while he's healing!"

"Oh, come on, Amy," the brunette said, smiling. "Just get on top and ride him to the moon."

The redhead met her friend's brown eyes, which were gleaming with mischief and fun, and she thought about it. Maybe that wasn't such a bad idea after all...