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Amy opened her eyes slowly, the realization that she was not alone in bed coming to her immediately.

As she raised herself slightly from her position, she noticed the long blond hair - Adam... He'd come to her the previous night, when she'd been feeling so down and alone, uncertain.

Impulsively, while they'd been talking, she'd kissed him. And then after she'd apologized, he'd kissed her.

He'd told her he wasn't sorry that she'd kissed him - but he hadn't explained himself. She couldn't help but wonder about that now. What had he meant?

It had happened again between the two of them... They'd gotten carried away for the second time - the first time, of course, ending up in her pregnancy. They'd had sex yet again.

The redhead realized she didn't feel quite so bad about it this time around - except for the fact that she still didn't know where they stood. Exactly how was the blond man seeing her? As his girlfriend? The mother of his unborn child? Or was here merely seeing her as a friend? Maybe, after last night, he was now thinking of the two of them as friends with benefits...

Amy blinked sadly at that thought. She was not the type of girl to be into that sort of thing. Let's face it - she was definitely the 'in it for the long haul' type. She didn't know how she would react if Adam only wanted her friendship and sex and nothing more - it would fracture her heart. She was definitely not emotionally strong enough to handle it.

Shivering because of her nudity, the diva pulled the blanket a bit as to better cover herself. The movement suddenly caused the Canadian to awaken and stir. He made a soft, grumbling noise as he turned over and sleepily gazed up at her.

"Hey..." he said groggily. "You woke me up." He gave her a little pout before a smile took residence on his handsome face.

"Sorry, but it's your own fault," she said with a smile, then stuck out her tongue.

"Huh?"

"You have a tendency to steal all the blankets in your sleep," she told him.

Adam arched an eyebrow at that news, then softened as he gazed at her.

"How are you feeling this morning?"

Amy was acutely, even painfully aware that he too was nude under the blanket, as he'd moved closer and was pressing his body against hers. She felt one of his warm hands suddenly on her arm, then traveling to her breats before gently lowering to her stomach.

"Okay - good," she said, but it was difficult to concentrate on much else than his hand and the intimate closeness of their bodies. It wasn't doing much to her physically as much as emotionally.

Biting her lip, Amy knew she had to bring this all out into the open. But how was she to proceed?

"Adam, I don't know-" She stopped as a wave of nausea suddenly hit her.

Oh, no... Damn it, not now! She pulled away from him almost violently, rushing up from the bed and racing toward the bathroom.

The blond man watched her retreat with concern, then jumped up and went after her. He made it to the lavatory just in time to catch her vomiting over the toilet - or at least dry-heaving, as she hadn't yet eaten.

Adam's heart went out to Amy. Poor thing, he thought. He wished there were something he could do to make her feel better... but then again, he was the reason she was puking every morning. It made him feel pretty bad.

"You okay?" he asked, stepping closer to her. He reached out to gently push some hair off her face, and she looked embarrassed as she wiped at her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Yeah... I'll be okay," she said sheepishly.

As the Canadian turned to fetch her a cup of water at the sink, she watched him with longing and sadness. If only she could be sure she would be okay about him - about them...