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Mandy dropped the game control, abandoning the videogame she was playing with Trish. She ran to the window behind them, eyes wide as saucers as she spotted them outside.
"Mandy? Sweetie?" The blonde paused the game, dropping her own control on the carpeted floor and rose to follow the little girl. She exchanged glances with Jay, who was sitting on the couch and reading a book. Meeting her gaze, he placed the paperback facedown on the cushion and got up as well.
"Mommy and Daddy are home!" The child stared out the window with excitement. Her parents' car had just pulled up the drive, and sure enough, Adam got out of the driver's side.
Trish and Jay again exchanged glances and smiled as they grasped hands and stood behind Amanda.
Amy soon gingerly exited the car on the passengers' side. Before she could do a thing, the tall blond man was at her side and briefly put an arm around her, then tended to the backseat. A moment later, he had the baby out, along with the brand new carseat.
"Oh, my God!" Trish breathed with emotion. It was such a charming scene. She couldn't quite see the baby just yet, but that was of course about to change.
"Wow," Jay said in concurrence as he watched them head up the walk and to the door. Mandy raced to let them in, practically squealing in her excitement.
"Mommy! Daddy!" The child threw herself into Amy's arms as the redhead gingerly knelt to embrace her small daughter.
"Hi!" Trish exclaimed as she and Jay, who was right behind her, came over to greet their friends and get a gander at the new baby.
"Thanks for the homecoming!" Adam quipped with a chuckle.
They meandered over to the couch and sat down, Mandy standing between her parents and in front of them. Her eyes were large and inquisitive as she looked down at the baby.
"My God, how beautiful is he?" Trish murmured. She grabbed her boyfriend's hand as he reached out to her.
Amy was positively radiant and glowing. As Adam glanced over at her, he thought he'd never seen her look more beautiful than she did at that very moment.
"Mandy," the Canadian said as he turned his focus on his daughter, "this is your little brother." He held the newborn up, cradling him with the gentlest tenderness. The infant was sound asleep despite all the excitement.
The little girl's eyes grew as wide as saucers once again, and her mouth became a small 'O' as she uttered an exclamation.
"What's his name?"
The tall blond man turned toward his wife, and their eyes met and locked. Amy smiled softly, knowingly. He turned back to meet Amanda's hazel eyes.
"Well, here's the thing, kiddo - he doesn't *have* one yet. But that's where you come in. Your Mommy and I have a very big, very important job for you."
The child eyed him curiously.
"We want *you* to name the baby," he went on. "Do you think you're up to that?"
Mandy looked from her father to the redhead and then back again. Her little mind was working swiftly, and she nodded.
This time, it was Amy who spoke. She took gentle hold of their daughter's hand.
"Sweetie, if you don't want to name your baby brother, that's okay," she said. "We'll come up with something terrific for him." She pulled the girl into her embrace, realizing the child was speaking.
Holding Mandy back just enough to look into her eyes, Amy asked, "What was that, honey?"
Adam gazed at his daughter as well as he cradled the infant in his strong arms.
"I know what to name him," the little girl repeated.
"What?"
"Tommy."
The blond man felt a sense of recognition and smiled at the child. He remembered hearing that name some months back and realized it was fond to Mandy.
Amy turned to meet her husband's green eyes.
"Tommy, huh? Well, *Thomas*... And what are you grinning like that for, Adam Copeland?"
"The name," the blond man responded, looking at Mandy. He gave her a wink. "I know what it's all about."
The redhead shrugged one shoulder, glancing from her husband and daughter to Jay and Trish, who were also completely in the dark.
"Explain?"
"Well... That day - the day we got her back..." Adam grew serious upon those words, as he hated mentioning the unpleasantness of when Matt Hardy had had Amanda. "... Mandy apparently made a little friend at Toys 'R Us. Isn't that right, kiddo?"
The little girl nodded.
"And his name was Tommy." Adam smiled, though he was half sad over the fact that there was no way for them to get in touch with Tommy and his mother. The little boy had been a blessing, as he had befriended Mandy immediately after Hardy had so callously abandoned her.
Amy listened intently as the child elaborated.
"He had your action figure, Mommy! And I told him who you were and he didn't act mean and he believed me when I told him you were my Mommy. He said that was cool!"
A bright smile spread across the young woman's face. It was almost too precious, too hard to believe how children were sometimes.
"Tommy, huh? Well, I guess this little guy's got himself a name," she went on, reaching out gently to tickle her
newborn son's chin. "Thomas Adam Copeland it is." She met her husband's loving gaze and winked.