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*April 17, 2004*
Amy stood in front of the vanity mirror in the bridal suite, her nose wrinkling in displeasure as she fiddled with her new bangs. She'd gotten her hair cut the day before specially for the wedding, and she realized now just how unhappy she was with it.
She let out a small groan of frustration, throwing her hands up in surrender. She was literally on the verge of tears. She hated her new haircut, had a huge knot in the pit of her stomach, and felt crestfallen over the thought that she might not be able to slip the wedding band on Adam's finger. Damn it, she wanted everything about this day to be perfect. She glanced around the room behind her in the mirror, wishing her mother, Christine, was back here in the room - but she'd gone out, down to the reception hall downstairs with Adam's mother to sort some things out.
Dawn Marie Psaltis, Amy's closest female friend in the WWE and her maid of honor today, approached her. The brunette looked absolutely gorgeous in the powder blue off-the-shoulder gown she was wearing. Her upswept hair also was at absolute perfection, and the redhead's heart sank as she wished her own could be the same.
"Hey... Calm down, hun," the older woman soothed. Dawn's face wore a small look of concern, but that was quickly replaced with a soft, confident smile. She took gentle hold of Amy's hands. "God, Amy, your hands are like ice!"
"I know... I know." The redhead bit her lip, hoping she wouldn't burst into tears. She would ruin her makeup and thus have yet *another* thing to worry about. "I'm just *so* nervous. Dawn, I want everything to be perfect today."
"Of course you do," the brunette said, cocking her head as she met her friend's anxiety-filled eyes. "It's your wedding day, the most important day of your life." She smiled. "You look gorgeous." She looked over the redhead, taking in the new, cute haircut, and the exquisite, crisp white satin and lace wedding gown she was wearing. Amy's gown was very classic and beautiful, off-the-shoulder and slightly low-cut and showing off some generous cleavage, with a lovely train at the back. Her veil was sitting on the couch several feet away, as she'd temporarily discarded it to fuss with her hair.
"Do I?" the redhead asked, her voice tinged with doubt.
"Oh, honey, yes, you *do*," Dawn assured her. "Hey, calm down... You're just nervous. It's only natural."
Amy nodded.
"You're right... And it's silly, because as long as I marry the man I love, that's all that matters." She smiled, her eyes taking on a faraway look as she thought about Adam. At the moment, he was in another suite with his buddies, and she couldn't wait to see him later.
"Exactly," Dawn said, her smile blossoming into a grin. "Besides, the best part is the wedding *night*, and you'll have *plenty* to look forward to."
The bride laughed softly, amazed when she felt her cheeks actually starting to blush. Three days earlier had been her birthday, and Adam had surprised her in more ways than one - first with his gift, a brand new Lexus, and later, when they'd made love four times during the night. Hell, despite the fact that this was Dawn Marie she was talking to, she could probably tell the fiesty brunette stories about them that would make ever *her* blush!
"Come on," Amy said cheerfully, gesturing to her good friend with a tilt of her head. "Help me fix my hair like yours."
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Adam smiled, his heart all fluttery as she so very gently slid the ring on his finger. She was quite slow about it, taking extra special care as she held onto his broken left hand with her own and performed this task. The tenderness with which she handled him only made him love her all that much more.
Next, it was his turn to slide the ring up her finger, and he gazed into her deep hazel eyes as he did this, noting that her eyes seemed to be welling up with tears. For a beat, he shifted his gaze over to the family and friends who were seated in the wedding hall, and saw his mother and Amy's - both were currently shedding tears of joy and gripping hands.
"I now pronounce you husband and wife - you may kiss the bride."
The tall blond man grinned, his emerald eyes lighting up, and Amy noticed a delicious floating sensation deep in her stomach. She couldn't believe it... They were married. She was Adam's wife now. He was actually her *husband*. It seemed too surreal, as though she were only dreaming this - but what an amazing, beautiful reality it was! And he looked so exceptionally handsome in his black tuxedo, his long blond hair tied back in a ponytail, and he was still sporting the beard she loved.
She just about melted as he gently pulled her against him, the look in his eyes, the extent of love she read within, nearly causing her to cry out. She held her breath in agonizing anticipation, craning her neck as he very slowly lowered his head to press his lips to hers. It was just so perfect, and beautiful, and... Amy suddenly felt as though she were floating high above the clouds. She raised her arms to clasp them around his neck, kissing him back with equal ardor. God, she loved him... And now they were married.
All of her fears had proven to be groundless. So far, the day had turned out to be perfect. She could hardly wait for the *night*.