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*Late August 2003*

Adam was full of determination as he positioned his fingers just so. He'd taken lessons for the last couple of months and practiced any chance he got, but... Well, he was afraid he just wasn't cut out to be good at playing the guitar.

He looked up at the sound of the dogs barking, realizing that Amy was home. The redhead had gone for a physical at the doctor's office awhile earlier. He'd wanted to go with her, but she'd insisted she'd rather go alone - and that he should just stay in and relax.

Luger and Branny raced after her as they entered the den, where the blond man was sitting, still holding his guitar. He looked up, their eyes meeting, and took the musical instrument, setting it on its stand nearby.

"Hey," he said with a smile. She was always such a sight for sore eyes, even when she was gone from him for only a few minutes.

Amy grinned at him, hardly able to contain her happiness. She'd been bursting ever since leaving the doctor's office. A small laugh of joy escaping her, she flopped down on the arm of the cozy chair he was sitting in.

"Wow, you're happy," he observed. He put an arm around her, drawing her off the edge of the chair and into his lap.

"Oh, I'm thrilled! Adam, I have the most amazing, incredible news!"

He cocked his head as he studied her, wonder filling him. She was practically glowing. And then, a thought suddenly struck him at that realization... Could it be that she was *pregnant*?

His mouth was suddenly very dry as he held her, gazing directly into her almost ecstatic face.

"So..." he finally managed. "... What's up?"

Amy jumped up out of his lap to stand right in front of him, her body animated. When she calmed enough, she finally explained.

"The doctor finally cleared me to return to the ring!"

Adam's eyes widened in pleasant surprise at her revelation. She'd been doing very light stuff in the ring one day a week for a short while now. This was fabulous news!

"Ames, that's *fantastic*!" He pulled her again onto his lap, his grin returning as he gave her a hearty, full kiss on the lips - one she gladly returned. Then, as he raised his head from hers, "So, when's your return date?"

"I'm cleared officially to return - on RAW - on September 15th! I'm *so* excited!" she cried.

Adam smiled at her softly, thoroughly loving her elation. He was so happy for her. And if anyone deserved to be so filled with joy, it was Amy Christine Dumas.

"Well, you know," the blond man said, his emerald eyes gleaming as he gazed into her hazel, "we're just going to have to celebrate this awesome news."

The redhead felt shivers chasing one another up her spine at his tone. It was laced with desire, and his beautiful eyes mirrored the same. God, the way he made her feel... So wanted - so *thoroughly* wanted and desired. After just over ten months of being with him, she still got all weak in the knees and all trembly.

"Of course," she said, her hand snaking out to cup his scruffy cheek. Over the course of this month, he'd grown a beard more full than his usual goatee, and he was sporting a mustache as well. Although she loved him clean-shaven, she thought he was incredibly sexy this way as well. She gently pulled his face nearer to hers, her lips crashing to his, the intensity of feeling between them washing over her in droves. God, how she loved him... Never before had she felt such passion with or for a man.

She moaned as he moved his lips to her neck, nipping at and kissing the hollow of her throat. His beard tickled her, and she put her head back more so as to allow him access to even more of her neck. She nearly died at the sensation of his moist, hot lips consuming her. A drawn out moan escaped her, and Adam moaned as well as he moved his lips back to her mouth, his tongue plunging deep between her parted lips.

Finally, he stood up, the redhead in his arms. As he began to carry her out of the den and to the bedroom, she raised her head, a tiny smile quirking at her lips.

"You're gonna come with me, right?"

The tall blond man's questioning expression vanished, a huge, lascivious grin replacing it. He wiggled his brows as he responded.

"Well, I'm certainly gonna *try*."

The redhead let out a soft, husky laugh at the sexual meaning. God, did she love this man. She reached up with one hand, placing it against his cheek.

"I meant," she said, her gaze piercing as she fixed it on his brilliant green orbs, "when I make my return."

Adam chuckled and pressed a quick kiss to her lips as he continued the rest of the walk to their bedroom.

"Of *course* I'm gonna be there," he breathed. "I can't think of a single other place I'd rather be..." He set her down gently on the bed, crawling on the mattress to her, his face so very close to hers. "... except inside of you, right now."

"Well... What are you waiting for?" the redhead asked, her voice husky and laced with lust. In one swift move, she raised her shirt up over her head and tossed it aside.

He allowed himself to fall against her, careful not to crush her with his greater weight. Their mouths crashed together, a muffled moan coming from him. Her small hands were under his T-shirt, feeling his abs and traveling up to his pecs, his hardened nipples.

They paused only long enough to undress one another, and Amy kept her gaze on his eyes as she laid back. She felt about ready to explode, totally turned on and more than ready to be satisfied. The blond man leaned down, kissing her deeply, and she sighed in his mouth. He then slowly kissed his way down her body, taking his sweet time with her.

Amy moaned as, a moment later, he was at her breasts. His mouth claimed the nipple of her right, while his skilled fingers tweaked the left. Oh, God... It felt *so* good.

The blond man continued his passionate consumption, kissing his way down lower, to her stomach. Again, his beard tickled her, and she squirmed a little. Then, he was at her moist center, his tongue probing firmly, and her hips arched straight up and off the bed. God, she was dripping.

In moments, the redhead was breathing heavily, small moans emerging from her lips. She couldn't hold out for much longer, but she wanted - *needed* - him inside of her.

"A-Adam..."

The Canadian got the message and stopped worshiping her with his mouth. A smile touched his lips as he moved up her body, his rock-hard erection twitching and pulsating just outside of her entrance. And then, with one thrust of his hips, he slipped easily into her.

"Oh, God..." the redhead moaned, her legs wrapping securely around his waist. He was pumping in and out at a deliberate, tantalizing pace. "Faster, Adam... Oh, God, go faster!"

The blond man chuckled, but was more than happy to oblige. He quickened the pace, slamming into her, and she arched her hips some more, writhing slightly beneath him as he got even better access to her sweet spot. God, she was almost there...

"Adam... Adam!" she cried, the orgasm just eluding her. She could tell he was just as close.

"God, Amy..." he moaned. "You feel *so* good... God, you're so wet, so tight... Oh, God!" That was it, as the redhead began to scream as the pleasure reached epic proportions, and the blond man reached those same heights right along with her.

Afterward, he held her against him, both of them sweaty as he plied kisses on her face, her lips.

"I told you I'd come with you..."

Amy laughed heartily, then moved so she could claim his lips again.