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*RAW - June 14, 2004*
Adam watched from the back in his locker room as his wife's first segment for the night came to a close.
He was burning with anger at the entire thing. Lita and Matt had just concluded a mixed tag team match against Trish Stratus and Christian. A *match*! What the hell was that asshole Eric Bischoff thinking? The redhead was pregnant! Any activity as strenuous as competing in the ring could definitely put the baby at risk! Amy might have agreed to the ridiculous storyline she was in, but physical activity was a whole other story. And she was still in the first trimester - only two months along - which he knew was most risky.
The tall blond man raised his right hand to his head, doing his best to try and refrain from tearing his hair out. Amy had to act all lovey-dovey with Matt, but he could plainly see how much she hated it. The idiot gave his wife a piggyback ride as they 'celebrated' in the ring following their victory against the other 'couple.'
He had half a mind to march out of this locker room and to Bischoff's office. He wanted to grab the little scrawny worm and wring his neck. Who the hell did the GM think he was?! And it seemed as though each and every time Adam had talked to the man, it was for nothing short of wasting his breath. Bischoff didn't care about anything but ratings and notoriety for 'his' show.
Trying to reign in his temper, the tall blond man headed for the door. He decided to go out by gorilla position to wait for Amy to return. That way, he could also keep an eye on Matt Hardy with her as they returned.
Adam's green eyes narrowed as he reached the area. He was just in time to see his wife and her bastard ex making their way past the curtain. Amy looked most displeased as she squirmed and tried to shoulder past Matt. The dark-haired man, however, restrained her by grabbing her arm.
Adam tensed, his hands clenching into fists. He growled as he glared at Matt.
"Let her go, or you'll be sorry."
Matt looked up abruptly, obviously surprised. He had been focused so intensely on the redhead, he hadn't even realized her husband was here. He let go of her arm and steeled himself, his dark eyes hardening.
"I was just trying to talk to her about our next spot... Do you mind?" he snapped.
"As a matter of fact, yes, I do," Adam replied, furious. Amy stepped directly over to him, at his side, but instinctively, he positioned his body slightly in front of hers in a protective manner. "I saw you out there, you worthless asshole... You shouldn't have let her go in there at *all*."
"Hey, it wasn't my idea," the other man said with a careless shrug.
"Fuck you," the blond man muttered in a dangerously low tone. "My wife is pregnant, you moron. And if we find out after tonight the baby's been put in harm's way, it'll be *your* ass."
Matt kept his glare on that of the other man, swallowing hard. He knew Adam well enough to know he wasn't fooling. If their baby had been damaged in any way, he knew the blond man would hold him responsible.
"Whatever," he replied with a disinterested shrug to counter the intimidation he actually felt. He kept the facade of nonchalance, because he'd be damned if he displayed fear toward the taller man. And with that, the Hardy walked away.
Husband and wife watched as the nuisance in their lives departed. Amy felt Adam's strong arm go around her shoulders, and she snuggled against him gratefully.
He turned her around to face him, nuzzling her tenderly as he lowered his face to hers.
"Are you okay? God, baby, I was so worried."
"I'm fine," she assured him. She sighed deeply, her eyes closing at the sensation of his face gently touching hers. She loved him so much. She had gone in there with Trish, during the match, and they'd talked softly with one another through their long hair. Her friend had assured her she'd do nothing that would be considered strenuous. And basically, the redhead had just gone through the motions.
"Did that bastard hurt you?" Adam asked, his gaze trailing to her arm, where the man had grabbed her. If he had...
"No... Not really," she said, her hazel eyes narrowing and filling with fire. God, how she'd really grown to despise Matt Hardy. She could hardly believe she had ever once loved the man and shared his bed. The mere thought of such memories repulsed her to the point where she felt she could be sick - but that now felt like a lifetime ago. She was so happy she had Adam.
Suddenly brightening, the redhead raised her hands, running her fingers gently through her husband's long blond hair. She met his gorgeous green eyes and smiled.
"God, Adam... Do you know how much I love you?"
Before he could ask, she pulled his head down closer to her, placing her lips on his for a sweet,
sweet kiss.