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During the night's RAW, Amy noticed how the locker room was absolutely buzzing. It seemed word of the truth of them had come out in the open far more quickly than she'd ever expected or anticipated.
All around her, their co-workers and friends were whispering and speaking in discreet tones - some of them outrightly staring at her or Adam, or at both of them. It sort of unnerved her, yet at the same time, she didn't care... The way *she* saw it, she was finally free. She was with the man she truly loved, the father of her child.
The redhead was glad, however, that Mandy was already gone. Linda had come by the arena a few hours earlier to pick the little girl up to go back home. Although, as Amy reminded herself, it wouldn't be home for much longer. She and Matt were obviously no longer going to be living together. And now that she was with Adam officially, they *would* be living with *him* - as one small, happy family.
Now, she and Adam were traveling back to the hotel after the show. It was nice to get away from all of their peers and the gossip going on.
The drive had been mostly silent, though comfortable. As the tall blond man drove, he reached over to her with his right hand, steering with his left.
Amy felt his hand suddenly on her upper thigh, searching for her hand, and just about melted. She turned to face him and put her hand willingly in his much larger one.
"You know," he said firmly, glancing away from the road quickly to meet her eyes in the darkness, "I don't care *what* anyone says. I really *don't*."
"I know," she agreed. "I was just glad it wasn't going on in front of Mandy."
"Oh, no matter what they say about *us*, one thing's for sure - everyone seems to love that little girl." He grinned, love swelling in his heart as he thought about his daughter. And how could everyone *not* love Amanda? The kid was undeniably precious and adorable - and irresistible.
They reached the hotel in no time, but as they made their way inside together, several of their fellow WWE superstars were already there. Said superstars just stopped whatever conversations they'd been having to simply stare at them. Amy had to mentally admit that it embarrassed her - not the truth, or being with Adam - but the obvious gawking had her feeling majorly uncomfortable. She eyed the people sheepishly - most notably, Mark Jindrak, Charlie Haas, Jackie Gayda and Shelton Benjamin were watching them. Others were doing the same but not being quite so obvious about it.
Adam, on the other hand, in vast contrast to her, did not seem the least bit phased.
"Get a good look, people," he announced in a clear, steady tone. "Yes, Amy and I are together... yes, she left Matt Hardy to be with me... And *yes*, I *am* the father of Amanda."
Amy's jaw dropped in shock as she simply eyed him. He didn't have to do this!
"And you know what? I *love* Amy Dumas," he went on. "I love her, and she loves me, and I don't *care* what any of you - or anyone else, for that matter - think." With those words, he tugged the redhead against him, holding her with his one free hand and arm, and planted a deeply passionate kiss on her lips. He knew their co-workers were probably in shock, but the truth was, he didn't give a damn.
Initially, Amy stiffened, but she melted so very quickly and kissed him back. She just couldn't help herself. But when she thought about it, why should she care? Why should it matter? Just as Adam had stated, they loved each other.
It didn't take long at all for the superstars to turn away and disperse. Whether out of shame or regret, the tall blond man didn't know - nor did he really care. He reached for the diva's hand, tugging gently and wanting to just go on to their hotel room.
The moment they arrived in their room, the tall blond man put down their bags and pulled her to him. Amy just about melted in his embrace, his arms tightening steadily around her. He moved his lips from hers, moving them to her neck, covering her throat with hot kisses. God, how she drove him wild.
Amy's breath was nearly lost as she reached both hands up to his blond head. She held him there, her lips on his, and she nearly cried out as she again felt his tongue plunge into her mouth. She gasped at the feel of his excitement as he grew steadily harder against her.
Adam kissed her with wild abandon, his lips and hands demanding as he lifted her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. He gently placed her on its edge, his emerald eyes full of desire as he gazed down at her. He knelt before her and went to kiss her again, but the beautiful redhead stopped him.
The blond man eyed her questioningly, an almost pained expression on his exceptionally handsome face.
"Before this goes any further," the redhead spoke softly. She bit her lip, her hazel eyes swimming with lust but also a bit of nervous anticipation. "I just want you to know... I stopped taking the Pill nearly a week ago."
Adam blinked, his gaze steady as he absorbed her words. Then, a slow smile spread across his face.
"God, I love you..." He rose up from his knelt position to settle his full weight above her
much smaller body, nearly dying at the feel of her arms clasping around his neck.