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*May 4, 2004*
"Oh, my God... oh, my God..."
Amy stood there in the bathroom, holding the small box in both hands as she gazed at her reflection in the mirror. Her hazel eyes were full of worry, her stomach performing small flip-flops.
She and Adam were home for the next couple of days until the next houseshow. She thought she'd never been more relieved to be home than when they'd arrived here late last night.
Oh, God... She had to talk to him. He was already in a foul mood these days, thanks to her storyline. She reflected on the interaction she'd had no choice but to do with Matt, and it made her sick to her stomach. She even had to *kiss* the bastard!
Amy winced, feeling the bile rise up to her throat as she recalled it all. It was disgusting. Adam had even barged into Eric Bischoff's office one night two weeks prior, but to no avail. The GM had merely laughed and told him that his wife had agreed to it, so it was a done deal.
Setting the box down on the the sink, the redhead sucked in a breath and squared her shoulders. She had no choice... She was going back to the living room to tell him.
Adam was relaxing on the couch, the TV on in front of him. Luger, their yellow labrador retriever, was laying down on the floor near his feet while Branny, their toy poodle, was resting on the arm of the couch nearest the Canadian.
The tall blond man looked up as she entered the room, a small smile crossing his handsome face. He cocked his head, a slight look of confusion transforming his features as his wife merely stood there, still as a statue. He also noticed the strange look in her hazel eyes.
"Ames? Baby, what is it?"
Amy came back to her senses, her hands wringing with anxiety. Slowly, she came forward to sit beside him on the couch.
"You look... funny," Adam observed. He raised his left hand, which was now almost fully healed but on which he now wore a small black bandage. Gently, he ran his fingers through her hair as he peered into her pale face.
Steeling herself, the redhead focused her gaze directly on his forest-green eyes.
"There's... something I need to tell you," she said, surprised her voice wasn't the least bit shaky.
The blond man blinked, nodding as he ever so briefly shifted his gaze, then looked right back directly into her eyes.
"Okay..."
Amy took another deep breath and held it for a beat. Then, on her exhale, she continued.
"Adam, I'm late..."
There was no reaction from her husband for a moment, as though it were taking that long for her words to register. Then, his brows arching, green eyes widening slightly, he posed the question.
"'Late'? Amy, are you saying you're-"
"I think I'm pregnant," she replied, nodding. She bit her lip, her gaze never swaying from him to gauge his reaction. "It's been three weeks now, and I'm *never* late."
The blond man remained silent, a dozen or more thoughts and emotions whirling within him. On one hand, this was truly amazing news. He'd always wanted to be a father, and although he and Amy had just gotten married, this was great. Quickly, he realized she must have conceived on their wedding night. Then, on the other hand, his wife had this ridiculous, moronic storyline. Surely it would no longer continue if she was pregnant... Yet, knowing Bischoff, he would probably give Amy a hard time.
Finally, he spoke, and he could no longer contain the one emotion that overpowered all the rest.
"Oh, my God..."
Amy noted the gleam in the blond man's eyes, the joy that was suddenly so prevalent in his entire face. And then, her breath caught in her throat as he gathered her against him in his strong embrace.
"... This is the most amazing news!" he went on. "A baby... I love you!" He held her back just enough to meet her hazel orbs, nuzzling her with such affection and tenderness that she nearly burst into tears. Then, he pressed his lips to hers, kissing her into oblivion. The redhead melted as she kissed him back, her arms clasping around his neck.
After awhile, they broke the kiss, and Adam took his wife's hand, lacing his fingers through hers.
"Okay... So, it's been three weeks..." He raised their clasped hands, kissing the back of hers. "... Have you gone to the doctor yet?" he questioned. He realized he was suddenly unable to stop smiling.
"No," Amy replied. She seemed much more visibly relaxed as she settled against him, briefly resting her head on his shoulder. "I have a home pregnancy test in the bathroom, but I haven't even used it yet."
"Well, then," the blond man said softly, "I think it's time to use it."