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Amy sat there in the women's locker room, her nerves frazzled. She bit her lip as the camera zoomed out on her, hating her storyline for the umpteenth time.
Her second segment for the night was currently happening. As the camera moved further away from her, the fans watching RAW on TV at home and on the TitanTron out in the arena, would see that she was holding an EPT pregnancy test.
The storyline in general was making her extremely uncomfortable. After all, she had to pretend to care about Matt and appear to love him. All the while, in reality, the mere thought of him made her sick. She despised the man... She truly did. For every single thing he - along with his slut Torrie Wilson - had put her through, and had done to her husband, he was nothing but scum.
She rose from where she was seated before the lockers and retreated to the bathroom. It was a relief to enter one of the stalls, as she knew the cameraman was leaving immediately after. And so, Amy stood there, the pregnancy test still in one hand as she hugged her arms around herself. She hated this. Pretending her baby was possibly Matt's was making her ill. She still didn't know whether it would be written into the script that it was his or Kanes, but she didn't care. This was *Adam's* child, and the storyline should have been with *him*.
Amy was relieved that she was locked in a bathroom stall, as her stomach suddenly heaved. As she began to retch over the toilet, she inwardly prayed the cameras went off and away.
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Adam shook his head at his wife's second segment for the night. He knew Amy had been feeling uneasy, to say the least. She still had one more segment, continuing with this one, with Stacy Keibler. Likewise, he would be competing in a six-man elimination tag match later that evening - teaming with Chris Jericho and Chris Benoit against Evolution's Randy Orton, Batista and Ric Flair.
For now, he was glad he had a free moment. The urge to go to Amy was almost overwhelming. He had to see how she was feeling, and he was hungry, too. He decided he'd corral his wife and make a trip to the catering room.
The blond man left the locker room, already dressed in his tights and boots for his match later, and made his way down the hallway. As he approached the locker room where Amy's segment had just finished being filmed, he saw the cameraman and another guy with some lights leaving the area. That meant the redhead was most likely alone in the room now.
Adam knocked on the door, waiting. No one answered, and as he strained his ears, he couldn't really hear anything telling - as far as he could tell, no one was inside. But his wife had to be there, since she'd just concluded her segment.
Concerned, he pushed the door open and stepped inside.
"Amy?" He glancd around, seeing the room was empty. And that was when he heard the choking sounds from his left. "Ames?"
A cough was the response he received, and he knew the redhead was in the bathroom beyond, getting sick. Sympathy overtaking him, the blond man headed into the area.
"Ames? Honey, are you okay?" He stood just outside of the stall she was in.
A moment later, the door opened, and his wife, looking miserable, walked out. In one hand, she held the pregnancy test, and she wiped at her mouth with the other.
"Adam..." She winced and crossed over to the small row of sinks to wash her hands and rinse out her mouth.
The tall blond man stood directly behind her, his hand stroking her back gently, filled with tenderness. God, he loved her. The poor thing. She was finally at that point in the pregnancy.
"Morning sickness, huh?"
She reached for a paper towel, shaking her head.
"I'm really not sure," she admitted. "I mean, I haven't had it before, and I just..." An unhappy look crossed her face, and she allowed herself to sink against her husband. "... I feel sick just from my storyline and having to deal with Matt."
Adam caressed her hair, holding her close against him. She was upset, and that made him even *more* upset.
"I'm keeping my eye on him," the blond man assured her. He kissed her tenderly on the forehead, his
large hand stroking her back and long hair. "Don't worry, I'm watching."