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As she awoke, Stephanie smiled. An overall good feeling had been with her all the previous night, and it had stayed with her.

Her first official date with Chris had been amazing and wonderful. Despite his rough-around-the-edges exterior, the Rabid Wolverine was very sensitive, sweet and a gentleman - much to the brunette's pleasant surprise. And, to top everything off, it had been a good, old-fashioned dinner date, complete with Benoit walking her to her hotel room door at the end of the night. And the goodnight kiss...

Stephanie's smile brightened as she recalled that precious, magical moment. She also recognized that, swiftly as it was happening, she was falling in love with Chris Benoit.

Suddenly, there was a knock on her hotel room door. She looked up from where she lay, still relaxing on her bed. Could it be Chris? Maybe he was surprising her this morning? She reached for her robe, threw it on over her nightgown and went to answer the door.

It was not Chris standing there, but Amy. In fact, the redhead looked unhappy and insecure, her hands folded in front of her. She wrung her hands nervously as she met Stephanie's blue eyes.

"Amy... Good morning. Come in." The brunette blinked with concern as she eyed the other woman. One look at her friend's facial expression told her something more had happened to upset the already confused diva.

Instead of questioning Amy, Stephanie sat down on the edge of her bed beside the redhead, knowing she was about to open up herself.

"Stephanie, I..." The former Women's champion raised her bowed head to meet the other diva's eyes. "Something happened last night when I got back here... Something I don't regret, but..." She twisted her hands nervously in her lap. "... yet I have an awful feeling it was a mistake."

The brunette arched a brow, not quite knowing what to say. She didn't know what Amy was getting at.

"What..." She stopped abruptly, her eyes widening as she thought she suddenly knew what had happened. "Amy, this doesn't have anything to do with Adam, does it?"

The pregnant redhead nodded.

"He came to my room last night and I... I kissed him," she admitted. "He was being so sweet. He said I should have let him be there for me, with me." She paused, running a hand through her rich auburn hair, her hazel eyes filling with unshed tears. She felt Stephanie grab her free hand and continued. "I just... I kissed him, and then I pulled back and said sorry. But then he said he wasn't sorry, and he kissed me. And..." She lowered her head for a beat, then looked up to again meet her friend's sympathetic blue eyes. "Stephanie, it happened again - we had sex..." A few tears slipped down her cheeks at the revelation.

The brunette was silent for a moment, not quite knowing what to say. Instead, she allowed Amy to silently sob against her shoulder as she stroked some strands of her long red hair.

Then, after a thoughtful few minutes, Stephanie spoke.

"Amy... Wouldn't this be considered a good thing?"

The redhead lifted her head from the General Manager's shoulder and simply stared at her. More tears filled her eyes at the dismay she felt at Stephanie's words. If there was one person she'd been sure would understand, it was Stephanie McMahon. But now, here she was asking if her sleeping with Adam was a good thing... Her heart sank.

"How could it be good?" Amy asked, stifling a sob. "I don't even know where we stand! What if he just sees me as his friend with benefits, or worse yet, a slut?" She wiped unconsciously at the tears on her cheeks with her one free hand.

"Or... What if he's in love with you as you are with him?"

The redhead raised her gaze to the brunette's blue eyes.

"Wh-what?"

"I said," Stephanie repeated, "what if he's in love with you?"

"I don't think... I don't..."

"Amy," the GM said softly, her blue eyes soft as she continued to comfort her friend, "you know what your problem is?" When the redhead's hazel eyes widened, Stephanie chuckled. "Actually both you and Adam have this problem... You two have a baby on the way, and yet... You don't communicate."

The tearful diva didn't speak but merely eyed her friend questioningly.

"Trust me when I say this, Amy... Talk to Adam - really talk to him..."