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*Late that night*
Amy glanced over at Adam, the tall blond man seemingly absorbed in the movie they were watching.
It was Monday night, and they were back at the hotel after RAW. Matt was still away, Mandy was by now back home, and she had agreed to hang out with Adam tonight.
God, he was such a beautiful man. She'd always thought that, and she'd also always realized that Amanda had inherited most of her looks from Adam. She had his blond curls, his nose, his lips... Probably the only facial features she'd gotten from *her* were her eyes and chin.
She paid absolutely no heed to the movie on the cable as she examined the blond man, her lips parted slightly as she recalled the next time she'd seen him after their night together...
~ It was late October. She'd been out for part of the day, tending to various important errands. After the day she'd had, at eight and a half months pregnant, she was downright exhausted.
Gingerly, the young woman lowered herself onto her couch, her left hand coming to stroke her large belly. It was definitely getting more and more difficult to move around these days. However, she was looking forward to the birth of her baby - becoming a mom. She smiled as she glanced down at herself.
Amy grabbed hold of the TV remote at her right side, flipping on the television set. She wondered why, as she surfed the channels, there never seemed to be anything good on when there were so many stations - and then, she came to the USA Network...
She froze, her gaze fixed to the screen. It was *him*...
The pregnant woman's mouth opened just slightly, her eyes blinking with emotion as she stared at him. He looked exactly the same as he had eight and a half months earlier, the last time she'd seen him...
All of a sudden, she gave a slight start as the baby began to kick. She glanced down at her protruding belly, both hands now clutching at it, then raised her gaze back up to the television. Edge had just won his match, and Howard Finkel was announcing him the victor.
Her mouth was completely bone dry. As she watched him celebrate in the ring, a myriad of questions flew through her head: How would he react if he knew? Would he be happy or angry? Sad? Would he hate her? Or would he open his arms to her? Would he see her as intruding upon or interfering with his life? What if...?
The baby continued his or her ruthless assault inside of her, causing her to wince and nearly double over. At this point, Edge was making his way up the ramp with Gangrel and Christian, and then... He was gone...~
"Hey..."
The sound of Adam's voice, laced with concern, the feel of his gentle hand nudging at her shoulder, brought Amy back from her reverie.
"Hmm? Oh, I'm sorry." She couldn't help feeling embarrassed.
"If you're tired-"
The redhead shook her head.
"I'm not tired," she admitted. "I was just thinking." She smiled at him. Despite all her fears and insecurities, the blond man made her feel so at ease. It was truly a nice feeling.
"Ahh..." He repositioned his long body, propping himself on his left elbow and gazed up into her lovely face. "... Actually, I've been thinking, too," he admitted. The truth was, in spite of the fact that his gaze had been fixed to the TV, he really hadn't been paying much attention to the movie at all.
"Yeah? What about?" she pressed. She folded her right leg beneath her gracefully, pushing the long red hair behind her ears as she eyed him with anticipation.
"Honestly?" the handsome Canadian said softly. "About you and me... and Mandy..."
Amy's breath caught in her throat, her heart suddenly pounding too fast.
"... How much I enjoy spending time with you and her... And just *you*."
The redhead bit her lip, her head down as she suddenly gazed at her hands folded in her lap, as though she found them fascinating.
"And," he continued, his voice soft as he craned his neck slightly to gaze more fully up into her face, her eyes, "I have to be honest with you... Even though we've been avoiding the subject... Lately, I've been thinking a lot about our one night together."
Amy flushed, feeling her face burning as her eyes met his. His green orbs seemed to be shining, filled with emotion. His face was so near hers, and... God help her, he seemed about to kiss her.
"I can't stop thinking about it, Ames..." he breathed. He blinked as he moved his face still closer to hers, closer, and she suddenly seemed responsive as she began to dip her head toward his. Their lips hovering mere inches apart, Adam held his breath, his eyes slowly closing, and...
"No..." Amy pulled back, almost leaping up from the bed, her head shaking. "... I-I can't do this. I'm sorry, Adam." Her face full of - he could swear it was sorrow he saw within her hazel eyes - she edged close to the door. "I... I should leave."
The tall blond man left the bed and went to her, his expression still soft as he reached out for her.
"Don't go..."
She raised her head to gaze up into those gorgeous emerald eyes, and her heart just about stopped.
He cocked his head as he peered deeply into her eyes, a shiver running up her spine at that look. He seemed to be making love to her with his intense, piercing gaze.
"... I've dreamed about us," he confessed. "I can't stop thinking about you, and that night." He stepped closer, his arms tentatively encircling her. "I need..." He swallowed hard before continuing. "... one more night - one more night like that just to remember your touch... your... your sweetness. Please, Amy," he whispered. "Please..."
Amy's heart was still pounding, her eyes closing as he moved still closer, his face so near hers. She could feel his warm breath on her face. She was dying, her breath held in anticipation. A small voice in the back of her head yelled at her that this was wrong - she was still with Matt - but she shook it off.
Adam closed that meager bit of distance, lowering his head and capturing her lips with his - and
she had neither the strength nor the heart to turn him away. Instead, she melted into his embrace
and kissed him back with a passion she'd never known with any man but him.