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Adam raked an anxious hand through his long blond hair as he sat up on the edge of the bed. Somehow, Amy was able to lie down, although currently, she had the baby in her arms.
They were in a guest bedroom at Jay and Nora's, as they'd opted to stay the rest of the night after the horrendous news they'd heard. Tomorrow, they would all hit the road with the WWE again, but they would travel as a group, as they had three years ago, when all the madness had originally started.
Adam's heart pounded as he turned to face his wife and child. God, how he loved them... He would do anything to protect them - and he meant *anything*. Thankfully, he'd called his mother a bit earlier in the night and asked her to come and take little Angelina back to Toronto with her for awhile. Naturally, she'd questioned him, as mothers had that special instinct no one else possessed - they knew when something was wrong. Of course, Adam hadn't breathed a word to her, as he didn't want to burden her with worry or fear of that extent.
Speaking of mothers... Amy had been almost eerily silent as she sat up in the bed, her back and head propped up on the pillows against the headboard. She held Angelina - aptly named by Adam after the nickname by which he'd dubbed *her* - her lips just brushing over the baby's soft, fine blonde head. Fortunately, the child was asleep.
"Angel..." His voice was a mere whisper but tinged with concern.
The redhead turned her head toward him, her hazel eyes haunted. He hated that look, and he winced to see that in her eyes. It was something he'd seen three years previously but had never wanted to witness again.
"I... I can't believe it..." she breathed slowly, her eyes staring hollowly through him. She shook her head. "He... He's free..." She spoke in a near whisper, astounded. "All of our hard work... our testimony to put him away..." Her eyes filled with more than than just fear - they began to well with tears. "... all of that for just three years? Like it was all for nothing...!"
The blond man absorbed his wife's words with horror, realizeing the thoughts she had just verbalized mirrored his own. He'd been thinking the exact same thing ever since they'd heard the news of Levesque's escape. The entire group of them, all eight of them, had testified in the case that had put the bastard away. Now, because he'd escaped prison, the maniac had served only one-fifth of his sentence. It seemed as though all of their heartache and anguish in reliving what the man had done to them had all been in vain. And to Adam, that was *not* justice... But the authorities would catch Paul Levesque - wouldn't they? They *had* to... That man was dangerous and unstable, and he couldn't be running around loose out there without an army of law enforcers chasing him.
The Canadian swallowed hard as he reached a hand out to the now shaking redhead.
"They're going to find him..." he spoke. "They're going to find him and *catch* him... And we'll be okay."
Amy blinked, her teary gaze fastened to his handsome face as she felt him squeeze her hand, then link his fingers into hers. She wantes so desperately to believe everything her husband had just said. She loved him so much, and he'd always been her rock.
"Mom is coming to take Angelina for awhile, so *she'll* be safe," Adam said in a whisper as his gaze went to the sleeping baby in the redhead's arms. "We're gonna make it through this, Ames..."
Amy cradled their daughter again, then squeezed her eyes shut as more tears flowed.
The blond man stretched out in the bed, edging closer to his wife and baby. They lay
there for a long while, trying to draw comfort from one another.