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Amy sat uncomfortably as she watched Adam prepare for the night's RAW. She raised one of her hands, which had been folded neatly in her lap, and absently began gnawing on a cuticle on her thumb. She only hoped he wouldn't notice her nervousness, not to mention anything that was playing out in her head. Lord knew, he would be upset.
The tall blond man sat down to tie the laces on his wrestling boots. As he engaged in the task, he glanced over at her to see her looking pensive. He knew she hadn't been feeling well lately, thanks to her pregnancy, and he couldn't help but wonder why they called it 'morning' sickness. For the redhead, it would strike at any given time, not just in the morning.
"Ames, are you all right?" he asked, concern flooding through him. He hated to see her feeling so sick. He couldn't help but wonder if she'd had it so badly during her pregnancy with Mandy. If only he'd been around at the time... He would have done anything in his power to have made her feel better.
Her hazel gaze snapped instantly to lock with his eyes. Silently, she nodded.
"Yeah... I'm fine. I was just thinking about..." She hesitated for the briefest moment, then continued. "... your match."
"Oh." That was all it was? He felt relieved. He felt a smile tugging at his lips. "I'll be fine," he assured her. He rose from his seat across from her to sit beside her on the plush couch where she was perched. He placed one large hand to her cheek, gently caressing her silky skin. "And then, later on, we'll go get a bite to eat with Jay and Trish and then go back to the hotel, and I'll even give you a foot massage."
The redhead smiled, unable to resist the soft little laugh from escaping her. He really was such an attentive man, so kind and sweet and thoughtful. How had she ever lived her life all these years without him? It was a thought that had crossed her mind so many times ever since they had reunited.
"That sounds wonderful," she said, leaning into his touch more fully. She reached up to tangle her fingers into his long blond hair, her face nearing his until they were nuzzling each other. He sighed at the contact, and she loved the feel of his soft, sweet, warm breath against her face. Then, after a moment, she moved just so, allowing her lips to meet his, her hand still in his hair. He relaxed and kissed her back tenderly but passionately, his tongue dipping into her mouth to tangle with her own.
After long moments, Adam finally pulled back, his green eyes opening to fix on her lovely face. She was smiling up at him, her hazel eyes shining with love. He reached down for both her hands and kissed the backs of each of them in turn, then rose and went to grab the black trench coat he would wear out to the ring.
"I should get out to gorilla now," he said. His heart was in his eyes as he gazed over at her. "You're going to stay in here and watch my match, right?"
Amy nodded, biting her lip with slight unease.
"I'll be rooting for you - and waiting for you."
Adam smiled as he slipped into his trench coat, winking at her as he stepped over to the door. The redheaded diva watched as he exited the room, then closed the door behind him.
She let out a long exhaling breath, her hands wringing in her lap. She didn't think she could sit still for more than another five minutes. That was it, her mind was made up. She *had* to do it.
Amy rose from the couch and made her own way to the door. She exited, hoping that Adam wouldn't spot her, although she doubted that because gorilla was quite a bit of a distance from here. She wasn't going to leave the area of the locker rooms.
The pregnant redhead squared her shoulders, stubbornly determined in spite of her own words from a few weeks past. She wasn't going to let him get away with all of this without hearing from her first.
Stealthily moving through the hall, she found him in the locker room he was in for the night, the door slightly ajar. Then, without even so much as a warning, she shoved the door fully open and barged inside.
Matt Hardy almost jumped as he became startled by her sudden appearance. And then, his expression darkened as he glared her over. A slight smirk then took over his face as he eyed her from head-to-toe.
"What do *you* want?"
Without even thinking, Amy rushed directly toward him, her hand quick as she struck out and slapped him hard across the face.
"You miserable son of a bitch!"
Matt's head shot to the side under the force of the blow, his eyes squeezed shut. Obviously, he hadn't expected her to hit him. He soon recovered and turned to stare incredulously at her as she verbally assaulted him further as well.
"Who the hell do you think you are?!" she shouted. "How could you talk about me that way?! How could you tell such disgusting and horrible lies about me?!"
"You're not exactly one to talk about lies, Amy," the dark-haired man said in an eerily calm, collected voice. A cruel half-smile curled his upper lip. "You're not an angel, are you? No, you cheated on me with one of my closest friends, and you didn't have the decency to even tell me that Mandy was his. You deserve everything I'm giving you now."
Somehow, Amy refrained from raising her hand to him again, but at the same time, she felt tears of anger and other emotions coming. Her hormones were definitely doing a number on her, and making her more emotional than usual. In any case, she knew Matt was a bastard, and she wondered how in hell she had ever managed to be in a relationship with him for five years.
"You fucking worthless pig," she said, somehow preventing her voice from breaking as she spat at him. "You just proved
that in all the time we were together, you *never* really loved me. Go to *hell*, Matt!" With that, she spun on her heel
and stalked out of the room before the bastard could say anything more to her.