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Amy wrung her hands in her lap nervously as she sat silently in the passenger's seat of the rental car.

Adam glanced over at her with concern at her very obvious distraction.  She hadn't spoken in the last ten minutes other than an occasional 'uh huh' or 'no' to him.

"Are you all right?" he asked as he put the car into park in the arena's lot.  "You're really quiet - too quiet."

"I'm okay," she said, turning to meet his eyes.  She felt a tugging at her heart when she detected the tenderness in the blond man's gaze.  "I was just thinking.  I...I've got a lot on my mind."

"Of course you do, sweetie...Maybe you should have stayed in tonight.  I mean, obviously, Stephanie's not going to have you booked in a match," he said, running his hand through his long hair.

Amy bit her lip nervously as she looked away and out the windshield.  She hadn't told him what her true intentions were for that night, and she knew she didn't have the guts to do it now, either.  Guilt coursed through her as she realized that he, of all people, should know about this before everyone else.  Actually, the only person who did know what she was going to do tonight was Stephanie, as she hadn't breathed a word to Chris, either.

"It's no problem," the redhead said.  "I want to be here tonight..."

Adam gave her a gentle smile as he reached over to give her hand a reassuring squeeze.  "Good, because I am glad you're here..."

Amy smiled as she squeezed him back gently.  She was so glad he was so sweet, compassionate and understanding, and well...that he was him.  Another man might very well have chosen to allow her to fend for herself, to care for the child they'd created in a drunken one-night stand alone - but not Adam Copeland.  No... He was a good guy.

Moments later, they were walking down the arena hallway on their way to their respective locker rooms.

Amy reluctantly pushed her way into the women's locker room, knowing she was going to be questioned, at least by Trish Stratus and Nora Greenwald.

She steeled herself as she stepped into the room, not missing the stares from all the divas already present.  Although she didn't gawk back, she saw in her peripheral vision that the one most obvious in studying her was Torrie Wilson.  The redhead ignored her.  She'd never liked Torrie and thought she was a bit pathetic for having recently posed for Playboy - at least Chyna - Joanie Laurer - had possessed logical reasons for doing so.

Another diva stared at the redhead for no longer than a split second before actually approaching her.

"Amy!  Finally!" Trish breathed.  "I tried to call you like a half-dozen times last night, but you never picked up the phone.  Did you get the voicemail I left you?"

Amy looked up from where she was sitting, a twinge of guilt twisting her stomach as she met the eyes of the diva with whom she was the closest.

"I'm really sorry, Trish...yeah, I did get your voicemail."

The petite blonde knelt by her friend's side.  "What's the matter?  What's going on?  What was all that about last night?" she asked in a soft voice, trying her best to be as discreet as possible despite the roomful of divas.  Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Torrie staring their way.  Trish blatantly ignored the other blonde, whom she didn't like anyway.

"I...Trish, let's just say I had my reasons for what I did last night..." Amy replied in an equally soft voice.  She raked a hand through her hair.  "I'm sorry I didn't let you know what I was going to do before the match, but..."  She bit her lip, finishing her sentence in her mind. But I didn't even know myself I was going to do that until I did... Aloud, she whispered, "I promise you'll find out soon what's going on with me.  I-I'm going to go out to the ring later on to make an announcement."

The little blonde arched an eyebrow as she absorbed her friend's words.  "I hope you're okay..."  Trish was suddenly worried that the other woman was ill or injured.

"I am okay," Amy reassured her, a tiny smile touching her lips.  "I promise..."

"Okay...I'll wait patiently for your announcement," the Canadian diva said softly, then rose a bit and hugged her.  The redhead hugged her back, grateful for such a good friend as Trish.  "I'm just so glad you're at least okay..."