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A myriad of emotions washed over Amy as she strode down the hallway in search of the ladies room.
She'd had to get out of that locker room. God, she felt as though she might actually faint, or at the very least, break down and cry right there, in front of them... In front of *him*.
Of course, Adam had no idea... It made her feel like a complete heel, and a coward. If only she hadn't been going off to Mexico all those years ago. If only things had been different.
Finally locating a women's restroom, the redhead breathed a sigh of relief and pushed her way inside.
"Oh!"
The exclamation came from a short blonde with whom she'd collided.
"I'm so sorry... I wasn't looking where I was going," Amy apologized. God, she really oughta get hold of herself.
"It's okay... I'm sorry, too," the woman said with a slight smile.
Amy continued to merely stand in the doorway, one hand raising to her brow as she continued to feel overwhelmed.
"Hey, are you all right?"
"I... yeah, I think so," the redhead replied. "I think I just need some water - and probably some air."
The blonde went back into the restroom with her, leading her to the twin sinks against one wall. She went to retrieve a couple of paper towels from the dispenser, handing them to the other woman, who, by now, had the cold water running.
"I'm Trish," the petite woman said with a friendly smile. "Trish Stratus. I haven't seen you around before..."
"Oh, of course - Trish," the redhead spoke. "I've heard about you." As the blonde arched an eyebrow in confusion, she elaborated. "My name's Amy - Amy Dumas. I'm Matt Hardy's girlfriend."
"Oh, yeah," Trish said, her face brightening. "I've heard a little of you. It's so nice to finally meet you."
"Likewise," the taller woman said, reaching out her hand to shake with the pretty WWE diva.
"Weren't you a wrestler at one time yourself?"
"That I was," Amy replied with a nod, and she blotted at her face with a wet paper towel. She was suddenly feeling a bit more relaxed after meeting Trish Stratus. "I had to give it up when I found out I was going to be a mother."
Trish arched a brow.
"Hmm... I don't remember Matt mentioning a child. Boy or girl?"
"Girl," Amy replied, a soft smile on her face. "Her name is Amanda. She's with Matt, Adam and Jay, and you can meet her if you like."
"I'd really like that," the blonde diva said with a smile. She'd just met this woman, but she definitely liked her. She wondered, however, why Amy Dumas had looked so... scared when she'd first seen her, as though she were about to faint or something. And although she'd smiled when she first mentioned her daughter, the happy expression on her face had waned considerably when she'd mentioned the names of the people the child was currently with.
Trish figured either she'd find out the answers sooner or later. But for now, she smiled as she made her way out of the bathroom and down the hall with the other woman.