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Later that night, Amy returned to her hotel room alone. Chris and Stephanie had a date and went out for dinner immediately following RAW. Trish and especially Adam had wanted to go back with her, but she'd insisted on just being alone for awhile.

Now, as she relaxed on the cozy hotel bed, she felt a little badly. The expression on Adam's face, when she'd said she wanted to be alone, had been heartbreaking. Besides, she really wouldn't mind his company right about now. And when you really got down to it, she probably should have been spending more time with him since he was the father of her unborn child.

A wave of sadness crashed over the redhead as she reflected over her feelings for the handsome blond man. She felt so hopeless, and she hated it. She knew she'd ruined her friendship with Adam the moment she'd had sex with him. Damn it, what was wrong with her? Maybe there would have been some chance, however slim, that he might have looked at her in some other way... If only there hadn't been any sex involved.

Amy sniffled as unshed tears sprang to her eyes at the stinging knowledge of this. She was sure she was going to have herself a good cry when she suddenly realized someone was knocking on her door.

She was going to ignore whoever was out there but then thought better of it. The truth was, despite her bravado, she really didn't want to be alone.

Amy rose to answer, and when she pulled the door open, her eyes instantly met Adam's bright green ones. Her breath caught in her throat, and the intensity of concern she saw in his face - toward her - touched her so deeply, she almost shed the tears that had only moments ago welled up in her eyes.

"Hi..."

"Hi... I hope you don't mind my-" The blond man abruptly cut off his own speech as he raked a hand through his long hair as he gazed down at her. God, the tenderness he was feeling towards her was so fierce. "Well, I thought you shouldn't be alone and could use some company..."

She smiled softly, then held the door open wider, inviting him in.

"I could, actually."

Adam entered the room and sat down on the edge of the hotel bed. As the redhead followed, she seated herself beside him.

"Amy..." The Canadian turned slightly to face her, reaching for her hand.

She glanced down at their hands, noting the way his felt so warm and so much larger than hers. As he interlaced his long fingers with hers, she realized how safe the gesture made her feel. There was such a tenderness about this man. She supposed that was one of the reasons she had fallen in love with him. She raised her gaze from their clasped hands to his beautiful eyes.

"Adam...?"

The blond man winced.

"I'm a little insulted," he admitted. He looked away for a beat, and she turned her head to more fully face him.

"What? Wh-why?"

Adam turned to look back into her eyes. She nearly flinched at the obvious pain she could read in them.

"Why didn't you come to me?"

What?" She frowned as she searched for some telltale explanation in his emerald orbs. "I'm afraid I'm not following you."

Damn it, Amy," he said, his expression gone sad, "it must have been pure hell for you to go out there tonight and make that announcement - and alone, at that. Why didn't you come and ask me to go out there with you? I could have made things at least a little easier for you..."

The redhead couldn't help the smile that was suddenly playing at her lips. My God, he was so sweet... He would have actually risked his privacy and being hounded by fans and colleagues just to make things easier for her.

"I didn't want to burden you," she admitted in a soft voice.

"'Burden' me? Amy, we're in this together! I'm just as responsible as you are - we made this baby together, and I should share-"

The blond Canadian's words were abruptly cut short as Amy leaned forward and pressed her lips to his, kissing him into silence.

Although initially shocked, Adam kissed the diva back, his hand releasing hers so he could wrap his arms around her and hold her more closely to him. God, but he'd been wanting to do this ever since that night.

"Amy...?" When she pulled back, he gazed into her eyes questioningly, full of concern - uncertain.

"I... I'm sorry." The redhead ducked her head, embarrassed.

The blond man reached out with his right hand to tip up her face so he could look into her eyes.

"You are? Well, I'm not... Come here..."

Her eyes widened in surprise for a beat before he lowered his lips to hers and kissed her again.