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*RAW, August 16, 2004*
"Think this will be a sign of things to come?"
"I sure *hope* so," he replied softly, a grin on his sharply handsome face as he lowered his lips on hers.
The redhead sighed as she curled her fingers through his long blond hair, loving the feel of his body against hers, his lips, tongue and teeth claiming her mouth, his hands roaming over her. It pleased her that he could still become unbelievably excited by her while she was pregnant.
For once since he'd moved to RAW, she would be getting her wish. She would come out tonight during his match with Kane to stand in his corner. After all, she was a most reluctant fiancee.
Adam pulled back after long moments, his hand gently, tenderly stroking her belly. He gazed down at it for a long beat as well, a soft smile on his face. It was just amazing to him... A new life was growing inside of her - one that *he'd* helped create. It was really something. He loved the feel of their son kicking and moving around. It positively took his breath away.
"What are we gonna name the baby?"
Amy reached up, pressing her hand palm-flat against his cheek. She felt as though her heart were meltinig with all the love she felt for this man, and she moved her face closer to his to nuzzle him. After pressing a quick kiss to his lips, she spoke.
"That's a very good question. I do have some names I like."
He gazed deeply into her hazel eyes, amusement playing on his face.
"What are they?"
"Well..." the pregnant redhead began. "... I've always loved the name Justin."
Adam thought about it. It was an okay name, but not one he'd ever considered for his child.
"Mmm... Decent name," he said, his hand still rubbing at her stomach as they continued to lounge on the couch in his locker room, "but we need a name that will knock *both* our socks off."
Amy made a face at him, swatting him playfully in the chest.
"You suck."
The tall blond man smirked at his wife.
"If you really want our little boy to be called 'You Suck,' I think I'm gonna have to divorce you, babe."
The redhead threw her head back and laughed heartily. Sometimes, he was such a wiseass.
"No... We can't give him Kurt's nickname," she quipped, causing the tall blond man to boom with laughter. Man, he missed Kurt Angle, not to mention other friends of theirs who were still on SmackDown.
"What about Michael?" he asked as his laughter died down.
Amy shook her head, wrinkling her nose at him.
"Too common." She looked down, thoughtful for a beat, then, "Jared?"
"No!" Adam said emphatically. "I like 'Justin' better, but I'm not crazy about that one, either." The Canadian thought for a moment, then said, "Hey, how about naming him after Rhyno?"
The redhead looked at him incredulously.
"I'm not naming my child a breed of animal!"
The blond man rolled his eyes in mock impatience.
"Would you be serious, woman? I meant his *real* name - Terry."
Amy shook her head. As much as she liked Terry Gerin, it was a no-go in her eyes.
"I don't want my kids to have sexually interchangeable names." She ducked her head, a strange guilt coming over her. Damn it, she was so emotional over just about anything these days - but the baby's name was so important. "I'm sorry I'm being such a bitch about this, Adam."
"You're not, sweetie," the Canadian assured her, his hand coming up to cup her cheek. Gently, he turned his wife's face so that her eyes met his. "I love you." He kissed her again, and then the diva started to speak again, while their lips were still touching.
"Mive mot it!"
Adam pulled back, mock confusion on his handsome face.
"What was *that*?"
"Adam," she said, her face brightening tremendously, "I got it - the *perfect* name for our son. I just hope you won't find it corny or think I'm crazy."
"Of course I won't."
"Cody," the redhead said, smiling. Her eyes filled with tears at the memory of her dearly departed Doberman. Adam, of course, knew the story of Amy's beloved dog. Cody had become terminally ill with cancer, and his condition deteriorated while she'd been recouperating from her neck injury. Before too long, he'd been so badly off that she'd had him put to sleep. When this had occurred, they'd been only friends, but it had completely broken his heart.
As a fellow animal lover, the blond man knew just how important and cherished Cody had been to the redhead. He loved Branny and Luger just as much. He eyed her seriously, his hand reaching for hers. He laced his long fingers into hers and spoke his response.
"Cody it is. Our son will be Cody Copeland."
The tears spilled down Amy's cheeks as she cocked her head at his words.
"You mean it? You don't think I'm really silly?"
Adam raised their clasped hands, with hers on top, and kissed the back of it. He shook his head.
"Absolutely not," he said softly, his heart swelling with all the love he had for her. "I know how much you loved Cody. I think it would be wonderful to name the baby after him."
The redhead let out a choked sob, leaning forward to hug him.
"I love you."