Adam eyed his friend almost warily.  "Like I told you earlier, not now, Jay."  He was now frantic with worry about the redheaded diva, who had not answered a single one of his calls.  After Benoit had left him, he'd gone to the women's locker room to talk to Amy, but Trish Stratus had told him she'd left and gone back to the hotel.  Since he hadn't been needed anymore for the pay-per-view, the tall blond man had left, driving instantly back there in search of Amy.

He'd found out which room she was staying in and had knocked on the door, but she'd never answered.  It had sounded dead-silent in the room, telling him she wasn't there after all.  From there, he had looked around the hotel a little, including the downstairs cafe, but to no avail.  A quick call to Jeff Hardy had gotten him nowhere as well.  Thereafter, he had picked up his cell phone and dialed her own numerous times, pacing back-and-forth impatiently and nervously.  At first, her phone had actually rung, but after the first three calls, whenever he dialed her number, it had immediately gone the voicemail.

She'd turned off her phone.  She must have been avoiding him.

"Well, jeez," Jay said.  "Excuse me!"

Adam felt badly for having snapped at the other man.  "Look, I'm sorry...I don't mean to be such a prick, but I'm just...something is going on, Jay, and I have to take care of some business right now."

"No kidding...like I couldn't tell."

The tall blond deliberately chose to ignore the sarcasm in his best friend's voice and words.  "I have to go out for awhile, man...but I promise I'll catch up with you later."  Adam headed for the door.

Jay followed him.  "You're not going to totally leave me in the dark, are you?"

"No," the taller man said.  "Once I know everything myself, I'll tell you what's going on."

The shorter blond arched an eyebrow at that statement, his face a mask of confusion.

*

Amy sat up on her hotel room bed, her back propped up against the pillows.  She was glad that she had opted to getting her own room now - although Stacy Keibler had seemed a twinge hurt when she'd told her she would be doing that.

Thoughts of her eventual choice ran through her mind, and she was scared.  Actually, she was completely terrified.  Even without her half-brother's and Stephanie's reasoning of why she shouldn't abort the baby hadn't really been the reasons she hadn't done so.  Although she'd called that clinic, had driven there, gone so far as to walk in and make that appointment, the redhead had always known deep in her heart that she wouldn't actually go through with it.  She had simply gone through the motions.  Even when the thought of an abortion had entered her mind, that was all it had been - going through the motions.

She looked up at the sudden knocking on her door, automatically assuming it was Chris.  Her brother had sat here with her after they and Stephanie had returned to the hotel, comforting her with his kind words and understanding demeanor.  He had soothed her to the point that she felt better at least knowing that she had him to lean on for support.

Amy was taken aback as she opened the door.  The sight of the tall, handsome blond man standing there nearly knocked her off her feet.  She felt a small sigh coming as she gazed unwaveringly up into his incredible dark emerald-green eyes, which gazed back into her eyes with an intensity so strong it nearly took her breath away.

"Hi," he said softly, never shifting his eyes as he spoke.  "I've been trying to call you all night...Can I come in?"

The redhead was momentarily unable to find her voice, but she nodded and held the door wider, stepping aside to let him in.  She closed and locked the door behind him, then turned to face him.  This was it - now there would be no avoiding him.  She was going to tell him.  She took a deep breath to speak, but he beat her to the punch.

"Amy, I...I know about the baby..."

The diva's jaw dropped as she stared at him in shock.  He knew?

"What?  How-"

"Chris - your brother told me."

"My-"  Amy cocked her head to one side uncomprehendingly.  First Stephanie, and now Adam?

The Canadian raked a hand through his long mass of golden hair as he explained.  "Chris overheard you when you were talking to Stephanie in her office..."

"I know that."

"Oh...but anyway," he continued, his eyes locked on hers as he gazed at her tenderly.  God, but she looked so confused, so...small.  And she was probably feeling very lost.  He was determined to "find" her.

"Anyway, Chris came to my locker room to talk to me after...actually, more like beat the living hell out of me.  He thought I knew you were pregnant..."

Amy blinked, somehow managing to keep her eyes on his.  "And...you found out from him?" she asked, dismayed to find her voice sounding small and weak.

"Yes," the blond said with a nod.  "He thought I already knew and that I'd...left you high and dry."

The redhead shifted her eyes down for a moment, then met his green ones again.  "So...well, now you know..."

"Amy...honey, why didn't you tell me?"  His eyes appeared to be full of anguish as he asked the question.  Her heart tugged at that expression.

"I...I wanted to - I meant to."  She ran her hand through her long hair as she sat down on the edge of the bed, her head down.  "Adam, I...don't want to burden you with this," she said.  "You don't have to be in the baby's life if you don't want, and you don't have to-"

"Amy, don't say that!" he cried as he came over to sit beside her.  He reached up and tentatively placed his hands on either side of her face, tipping it up so that she had no choice but to gaze into his eyes.  She saw a fierce intensity burning in those orbs, the colors shifting and turning, and she held her breath as he continued.

"I want to be in my child's life - I need to be..."  He hesitated for a beat, sucking it all in and deciding he needed to tell her what was on his mind.  "Amy, I...I never told you about this, but..."

The redhead managed to keep her gaze on him as he slipped his hands from her face to his lap.  He twisted his hands as he spoke.

"I...grew up without a father..."

Amy's eyes widened as she listened to his revelation.  She was shocked.  Although they'd been such good friends for the last three years, he'd never mentioned a word about this, and she'd just assumed his upbringing had been... "normal," for lack of a better word.

"My mother had me alone," Adam revealed.  "My father stayed with her throughout most of her pregnancy, but about a month or so before I was born, he just...took off.  He didn't want to marry her, and I guess he didn't want to be in his son's life, either."  He ran his hand nervously through his long blond hair, clearing his throat before he continued, his voice breaking slightly as tears suddenly sprang to his eyes.  "I don't...know him.  I've never even so much as seen a picture of him..."

Tears were streaming down Amy's face as she listened to the blond man's story.  She couldn't believe it.  The last three years since they'd known each other, since they'd been friends... He had gone through the exact same thing she had - the same heartache, the same emptiness, the same feelings of not being wanted.  But there was a difference in their situations - unlike her, he hadn't tried to find his father and didn't want to.  At least she had her brother.  It tore at her heart.

The Canadian winced as he gazed at the diva, who by now was practically sobbing.  His own tears were moistening his own cheeks, and he reached out and grabbed hold of her hand, squeezing it gently.

"I...I know exactly how you feel..." the redhead said, her voice slightly choked and heavy with emotion.  "...b-because I went through the exact same thing!"  She began to get into her own personal life's story, pouring her heart and soul out.  Before she finished, Adam had pulled her against him in a tight embrace, gently running his hand down over her hair and back.

Although they cried in one another's arms, both experienced a feeling of great comfort.