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Adam and Amy ignored the stares of a few of their fellow WWE superstars as they made their way down the arena hallway. However, the tall blond man knew it bothered the redhead. Lately, ever since Matt Hardy's rude statements on his website, Amy had insisted she didn't care - other than the mention of Mandy - but he knew that was just a front. It was hurting her. It upset her.
They finally reached the room they'd been seeking. Adam took hold of both of her hands and gazed down into the redhead's hazel eyes.
"You want me to wait out here for you?"
"No, it's okay, sweetie - you go on to the locker room, and I'll meet you there when I'm done," she replied.
"Are you sure?" he asked. God, he loved her... He wanted to protect her, shield her from the gawking stares of anyone who might be hanging around out here after she got through with talking to Stephanie McMahon.
She nodded.
"I'll be fine, Adam." She raised a hand and placed it palm-flat against his cheek. He was such a sweet, caring man. For the umpteenth time, she counted her lucky stars that she had him.
The blond man smiled warmly, enveloping her in his strong arms for a hug. He ducked his head to capture her lips in a soft kiss as well, and Amy nearly melted as she kissed him back.
A moment later, he left her, and the redhead squared her shoulders as she knocked on the youngest McMahon's office door.
"Come in!"
Amy complied, and she held her breath as she opened the door and stepped inside. She really wondered how the company's management would react, and how they would feel about one of their female wrestlers announcing she was pregnant.
'Well,' she told herself, 'there's only one way to find out.'
"Amy... Hello," Stephanie greeted her. The brunette was just hanging up the receiver of the phone on her desk, a clutter of papers in front of her.
"Hi, Stephanie."
"What can I do for you?" The young woman folded her hands primly on the desk as she eyed the other woman.
"Well, I..." Amy bit her lip, suddenly fearful of the other woman's possible reaction to her news. But Stephanie was another woman - certainly, she'd understand and be supportive. Besides, it wasn't as though she were disabled and would not be able to wrestle again in a few months. "... There's something I have to tell you," she finally went on. She hesitated again for the tiniest fraction as Stephanie cocked her head, frowning.
"I'm pregnant."
The brunette's facial features slowly softened, transforming.
"Oh... Wow, I didn't expect that. Congratulations," Stephanie said genuinely. A small smile touched her lips.
Amy was slightly taken aback but smiled.
"Thank you."
"So, when is the baby due?"
The redhead felt a tiny chuckle bubbling up from deep inside of her. Instinctively, her right hand lowered to gently press against her abdomen, where the baby was growing within.
"June fifteenth," she replied.
Stephanie's smile grew larger and traveled all the way up into her blue eyes.
"Well, this is certainly wonderful news - you and Adam must be so happy!"
Amy nodded.
"Yes... We *are*."
"Listen, Amy," the brunette said, her demeanor growing more serious, "I know how much turmoil you've had recently... And I just want to assure you that your pregnancy will in no way jeopardize your job - so if you were worried about that... And something tells me you *were* - don't."
The redhead suddenly felt as though an incredible weight had been lifted off her shoulders. She fought the urge to breathe a sigh of relief and instead smiled warmly at the other woman.
"Thank you, Stephanie."