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Adam followed Stephanie to her office, his breath held in anticipation of seeing Amy after what she'd just done.

God... He couldn't believe the redhead had announced to the world that she was pregnant... Lord knew, it would only be natural for everyone to have questions. Their peers and fans alike would want answers.

The blond man knew most people would assume that the diva's ex-boyfriend, Shane Helms, was the father of her unborn child... He wasn't ashamed or had anything to hide. If Amy wished to let the world know that he was the true father, so be it... He would stand by her decision to do so and would support her every step of the way.

If only he could get up the nerve to tell her how he really felt...

"Here we are..." the brunette said as she stepped through the open door of the office.

Adam was surprised to see not only Amy and Chris, but Trish Stratus as well. The three were sitting before Stephanie's large desk. They all looked up upon their entrance.

The General Manager eyed Chris and Trish in turn, a knowing look in her eye. But before the brunette could speak, the tall Canadian did instead.

"What's going on?" His gaze fell pointedly on Trish, and the petite blonde diva's eyes widened just slightly.

"Adam, it's okay..." she began. "I-"

"Adam, she knows what's going on," Stephanie explained, interrupting the other woman.

The tall blond Canadian swung his eyes questioningly toward Amy.

The redhead met his eyes almost sheepishly before she bowed her head.

"I...I told Trish..." she admitted, fearful that Adam would explode at her for such a thing.

"I understand the situation, and I also know that Chris is Amy's brother," the blonde woman spoke up, her eyes squarely meeting those of her fellow Torontonian. "I won't breathe a word of anything to anyone..." she promised.

Adam sighed as he ran a hand through his long golden hair. He sat down on the small sofa near the rest of them.

"It's okay," he said. "If it's okay with Amy, it's fine with me..."

Stephanie suddenly cleared her throat and gestured with her arms.

"Chris, Trish...Why don't we go for a walk for awhile?" she suggested with a nod toward the door. She felt the redhead and Adam should probably be alone for a few minutes to talk privately.

"Yes...sounds like a good idea..." Benoit said as he rose from the chair upon which he'd been sitting. Trish followed as the Crippler slipped an arm around Stephanie's waist to usher her out of the office.

The moment they were alone, Amy lowered her gaze from the blond man's face, almost as though ashamed. Adam realized that it was apparently difficult for her to look him in the eye at this point.

"I'm...sorry..."

He turned his head sharply in her direction, surprised.

"Why are you apologizing?"

"For what I did out there," she said, her gaze meeting his. "For telling Trish...I know there will be lots of questions, and you probably want your anonymity in all of this..."

"Amy..." The Canadian stepped forward until he was sitting directly beside her. He turned his chair around so that he was facing her fully. "As far as I'm concerned, neither one of us has anything to hide..." He reached down for her hands, noting how her gaze followed them as he took hold of them. "We both have to start realizing that."

The redhead raised her head to meet his eyes silently. Then, a tiny smile came to her lips...