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RAW was coming up that very night, and Amy had to think about what she was going to do - what she was going to say - about relinquishing her WWE Women's title and walking out of WrestleMania the night before.  It was only natural that she would be hounded by interviewers, so she swallowed her pride and decided to be strong.

Now, she was sitting alone in her hotel room, contemplating all of this.  She'd asked Adam to leave her to herself for awhile, not telling him what she was planning for the show tonight.

A knock on her door interrupted her thoughts, and she looked up, staring at the door for a moment before going over to answer it.

Her eyes widened a bit as she saw who was standing just outside.

"Hi."

"Hi.  Amy, are you all right?"  Shane Helms gazed down at her with concern in his brown eyes.

The redhead nodded, looking down as she moved a little so he could enter the room.  It touched her that, despite their breakup five months earlier, he obviously still cared a great deal for her.  The look on his face spoke volumes.  Then again, they had agreed to remain friends.

"I tried calling you at least three times last night after what you did at the pay-per-view.  Why did you just walk out of there like that?"

"I just...Shane, I had to do that."

"But why?  Are you sick?" he asked, looking her over with concern.  To Helms' perception, his ex-girlfriend looked a little pale, and she seemed a bit nervous as she had last night, but other than that, she looked fine.  Didn't appear to be injured, either.

Amy managed a tiny smile.  "I appreciate your concern," she said in a soft voice.  "I'm all right.  I'll...explain tonight, during RAW."

Shane's eyes widened in alarm just a bit.  "Oh, no...you're leaving the WWE!"

"No...no, I'm not," she assured him.  "But I am going to make an announcement tonight...I just have to prepare for it - and for what I'm going to say."  She walked him back to the door, and the dark-haired man reluctantly stepped out into the hall as he continued to gaze at her.

"Can't you give me a clue?"

"If you really have no clue about it, you'll have to wait till tonight."  She closed the door as he was still standing there, biting her lip as she realized how rude she'd been to her friend, but she couldn't help it.  The redhead felt the need to be alone right now, as she had to prepare for the most difficult challenge of her life.

Somehow, she had to find a way to announce to the entire company and millions of fans that she had to take a hiatus from wrestling because she was pregnant.  Tears slowly came to her hazel eyes as she thought about it.

Amy desperately wished there were a way she didn't have to go out there and make the announcement.  But she had to - in just about any "normal" line of work, she'd be spared having to do this - but damn it, this was the WWE, world of sports entertainment.

Dear God... How were people going to react to this news?  Everyone in the back knew she and Shane were no longer an item and hadn't been for months.  The fans knew Lita was no longer with Matt Hardy, so they wouldn't buy into that.  And what about her family, her mother?  She had to explain herself in a real, truthful way - but how in hell was she going to do that?

Adam's handsome face instantly sprang to her mind, and the tears ran quickly down her cheeks.  Her heart literally ached as she thought about him - about their friendship over the last three years, that fateful night that she'd conceived his child, what she'd been through last night at WrestleMania and afterward at the clinic... Her brother Chris and Stephanie McMahon - how they'd been there for her and had come to her aid, stopping her from making what might have been the biggest mistake of her life.

And then, she thought about Adam again - how he'd come to her later that night, telling her he knew about the baby - their baby - and that he wanted it.  She recalled the tears they'd shed together as he revealed to her his story, his own personal sense of abandonment at his father's absence from his life - and then telling the blond man her own story.  God, how her heart had swelled for him.  And he had stayed with her all night, giving her more comfort than she ever would have imagined...

The redhead brought one hand up to her mouth as the realization hit her like a ton of bricks - for, sometime during all of these events, the feelings she'd already had for the man had deepened... And she had fallen deeply and desperately in love with him.