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Adam paced the length of the floor in the hotel room he and Jay were sharing as he repeatedly and anxiously glanced at his watch.

"Will you calm down?" the other man demanded.  His best friend's pacing reminded him of that of an expectant father in a hospital waiting room - which he found odd, since it would be many months before Adam's child would be born - and it made him nervous.

Adam raked a hand through his long blond hair.  "I can't help it, damn it."  His strong jaw was set with firm determination.  He'd wanted to stay with the redhead, not let her out of his sight for even a moment, but she'd insisted she needed to be alone for awhile.  Damn it... He was the father of her unborn baby, but he wasn't her boyfriend.  Despite the fact that the Canadian wished he could claim that honor, he couldn't - but even then, he'd have no right to deny Amy the right to her alone time.

"What exactly is the problem?" Jay asked.  "I don't understand, Adam...Why are you so nervous?"

"I...It's just...Well, it's complicated," the taller man said, shaking his head.

"Well, obviously," his friend said.  "I mean, you're not even...well, dating the woman who's having your baby."  He arched an eyebrow before continuing.  "Just be patient.  She'll let you know when she's ready for you."

"I know," Adam said on a sigh.  He ran his hand through his long blond hair again.  Damn it, he couldn't take this.  He'd left her two hours earlier, and pretty much right after she'd gotten so sick.  He knew morning sickness was a common and normal thing for women to experience early in pregnancy, but he was still worried about Amy.  He couldn't help it.

"Hey, are you all right?" Jay asked him, concern on his face.  "I've never seen you like this, man..."

The tall Canadian stopped in his tracks.  "Yeah...I...I've gotta go, Jay.  I need to see her."

Before the other man could make another remark, Adam calmly walked to the door and stepped out into the hallway.

*

Amy was standing in front of the mirror in her hotel room as she rehearsed what she was going to say later that night.

"I know you're all wondering..."  She stopped, considering her next words in the speech she would give on RAW.  "...why I did what I...No, that's no good."  She raised both hands to her head, running her fingers through her hair.

"...why I gave up my Women's title..."  Her eyes lowered to her stomach in her reflection, and she tried to envision herself at four months pregnant, at six - at nine months...

The redhead placed both hands on her abdomen, wondering when she would start to show.  Was she carrying a boy or a girl?  She cocked her head to one side as she continued to examine herself, trying to imagine herself at nine months.  It was actually difficult to picture.

Amy looked up at the knock on her door, and she bit her lip as she walked over to it.  She pressed her left hand against the door, wondering who was on the other side - and whether or not she should ask who it was - which, if she did, she'd have no choice but to let them in.  And she really needed her privacy right now.

While the diva was still deciding what to do, a voice called from the hallway.

"Amy?  Are you in there?  It's me - Adam!"

The redhead's breath caught in her throat, and she pulled the door open.

She looked up into the blond man's handsome face, instantly detecting the worry in his green eyes.

"Hi...Are you all right?"

"What?"  She watched him intently as he entered the room, closing the door behind him.

"I...I keep getting a bad feeling," he replied as he pulled her to him gently.  "I can't explain..."

Amy gazed at him, her heart catching at the expression on Adam's face as he lowered his right hand to her stomach.

"I'm fine," she assured him.  She was shocked by his demeanor - he seemed almost sick with worry that something had gone wrong while they'd been apart.

The tall Canadian seemed to breathe a sigh of relief as he continued to gaze at her.

After a moment, Adam smiled.  "I can't wait till the baby starts kicking."

The redhead rose her brows in surprise, but after a moment, she smiled.  "Funny you should say that - because I was just thinking about getting bigger, and wondering when I'll start to show."

The smile broadened on the Canadian's handsome face.  He chuckled softly, then hugged her, placing a tender kiss on the young woman's forehead.

"Here, come sit..."  Adam led the diva to the bed, and he sat down on the edge of it, sitting her down on his left leg.

The redhead gazed at him, surprised to an extent by this kind of contact.  The blond man was studying her with a combination of concern and tenderness, and he glanced down at her stomach again, his hand gently pressing against it.

"Amy, I...I don't want to let you out of my sight."

She gazed at him wordlessly, her mouth dropping open in surprise.

"I'd like for us to start rooming together," Adam spoke.  "I hope that's...all right with you."

The redhead didn't know what to say.  She felt a slight twinge as she realized the only reason he was asking her this was because she was pregnant with his child.  She knew instinctively that if that were not the case, he wouldn't even think of such a thing, let alone consider it.

She bit her lip.  "I...don't know."  The idea didn't make her feel all that good because of the thoughts she'd just had.  She knew she wouldn't be able to handle it well - she would be rooming with the man with whom she was so madly in love - and when he failed to show her the kind of affection - and passion - she so desperately craved from him, it would crush her - maybe even destroy her.

"Please, Amy...I need to have you close to me."  The Canadian man's eyes and voice were both pleading.

Amy swallowed hard, hating the mere idea of denying him, but... She had to think about herself - about her heart - first and foremost.  It would not do the baby any good for her to fall into a depression.

"I...no, I...Adam," she faltered.  "I have another suggestion.  What if we room next to one another from here on out?"

He looked at her with question marks in his eyes.

"We can rent rooms directly next door to each other," she said.

Adam felt his heart sink a bit, but he swallowed, nodding.  "Okay.  I guess I can live with that."  Although he really wanted to room with her, he decided this would have to do.

He raked a hand through his long blond hair, sadly wondering if she would ever reciprocate the feelings he had for her.