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*Eight months later*

"Breathe... breathe... Easy."

Amy grimaced as another contraction hit, and she gripped Adam's hand so hard, she thought she might break it. It was November 14th, oddly enough, the exact date the doctor had given for when the baby would be due. And, sure enough, she'd been having contractions frequently and regularly enough that they'd decided to head for the hospital. Not to mention, her water had broken on the kitchen floor.

"Breathe, Ames..." Adam said again as a nurse signaled an aide to get her a wheelchair to bring her to a room.

The redhead looked up at the man she loved, surprised to see how very calm he appeared to be. She, on the other hand, was a nervous wreck. The contractions hurt like bloody hell, and she could only imagine how painful childbirth would be. Funny that these things scared her, considering how tough she was about things in general.

"Adam! Amy!"

She weakly looked up, just as the aide arrived with the wheelchair to see Stephanie rushing toward them, her long brown hair trailing after her. Behind her, Chris looked concerned. Despite her pain, Amy smiled.

"How do you feel?" the brunette asked breathily, a smile on her face, her blue eyes sparkling. She felt as though she were about to become an aunt and had told the redhead so not too long ago.

"Honestly?" Amy said as Adam helped her to get into the wheelchair. "Like hell..."

"Oh, come on, it can't be all *that* bad!"

"No? Well, why don't *you* try it sometime?" the redheaded diva countered, looking pointedly from the General Manager to her half-brother. It brought a smile to her face when, a second later, Stephanie was blushing.

*

Approximately seven and a half hours later, Amy lay exhausted in her hospital bed. Although it *had* hurt, it hadn't been nearly as bad as she'd expected. All in all, the end result was so precious, and absolutely perfect...

Adam chuckled softly, the blond man seated at a chair he'd pulled directly up to her bedside. In his arms, he cradled the baby - their sweet and beautiful little daughter.

"I can't get over it..."

"What?" The redhead's word was slurred due to her exhaustion. However, the happiness they were both feeling, and the adorable little bundle in Adam's arms caused her to smile regardless.

"How truly beautiful she is..." the Canadian answered. He smiled as he gazed into her eyes, then down at the baby and kissed her tiny face.

The redhead reached out with one hand, as she was too worn out to do so with both. Adam rose and gently placed the baby in her arms. After a beat, in which he silently watched mother and daughter, the blond man spoke again.

"Why don't we call her Christine? For your middle name..." They'd briefly discussed names before the birth but had never agreed.

Amy smiled.

"*Or* for my big brother," she said cheerily.

"Oh, on *that* note..." Adam rose and strode to the door. Without a word more, he disappeared, only to return with Chris and Stephanie.

The brunette oohed and aahed at the sight of the infant, and Amy asked if she wanted to hold her.

"I'm glad she's got her, Ames..." the blond man said. "I'm also glad you two are here to share these moments with us." He got down on one knee beside the bed, and, grasping the redhead's hand, an open velvet box in the other, continued. "Will you marry me?"

Stephanie let out a delighted squeal and Benoit's face wore a happy grin.

Amy nodded weakly, but, despite her exhaustion, she began to laugh.

"Yes! Oh, God, yes, Adam..."
 

// End //