As she shook off the initial cobwebs of her sleep, she came to the realization that her head was not on a pillow but on a strong, solid shoulder - Adam... She remembered the previous night.

The blond man had come to her and told her he knew about the baby.  He had said he wanted it.  And then he'd poured his heart out to her about his family life, which had been oddly similar to her own.

She'd been beyond shocked when he'd told her - odd though, how they had always been such good friends but had somehow never shared this with each other.  And then, after his confession, she'd told him about her own situation.  She'd never told anyone about it.  The only people who knew were, of course, Chris, and she supposed that, given the circumstances, her half-brother had told Stephanie.  The redhead found it incredible that she and the tall Canadian shared this bond.

Amy tilted her head a bit on Adam's shoulder, gazing into his beautiful, precious face.  He was still asleep, but even in his apparently deep slumber, he clutched tightly to her - as though he feared she'd disappear if he didn't.

They'd spent hours talking the previous night, going into the wee hours of the morning.  Eventually, the redhead had been so sleepy she could hardly keep her eyes open, and she'd curled up in the Canadian's strong arms.  Adam had voiced the idea of leaving so she could get some sleep, saying she needed it now more than ever since she was was doing everything for two - but she'd clung to him.  She'd practically begged him not to leave, to stay with her - and he had gladly obliged.

Her heart fluttered in her chest as she noted the blond man still fully clothed in what he'd been wearing the night before.  He hadn't even left to return to his room for his pajamas, not wanting to disturb her.  How very sweet he was...

The redhead lifted her head from his shoulder, moving her face closer to his as she studied him.  His long blond hair was fanned around his head a bit, and, like she'd thought a month earlier after their night together, she was reminded of an angel.  And aside from his goatee, there was a dusting of stubble on his face.  She reached a tentative hand out and gently stroked his cheek.

Adam suddenly stirred, waking up, and Amy pulled back reluctantly, the prospect of him finding her touching his face like that embarrassing her.

He opened those beautiful emerald eyes of his and gazed up at her sleepily.

"Amy...hi..."  He sat up slightly, not wanting to disturb her, and ran a hand through his mussed golden hair.

She sat up and eyed him sheepishly.  She found it funny that she should feel so bashful around him - after all, she was carrying his child.

"Hi..."

"Did you sleep well?"  He gazed intently into her face, suddenly acutely aware that he'd slept in his clothes.  His jeans felt a bit uncomfortable, too tight.

"Yeah," she replied.  She'd actually slept surprisingly well, a lot better than she had in weeks.  She'd felt warm in his arms, and secure and confident after their talk last night.  Amy knew what had made her feel the best of all - the fact that she no longer felt alone.  The tall blond had assuaged all of her fears about the future.  He would be there for her and their baby.  Her baby would grow up with his or her father and not experience the terrible sense of abandonment and isolation the both of them had felt.

She managed a small smile for the Canadian, who reached out for her tentatively.

Adam held his gaze on the redhead intensely.  Everything from the night before came rushing back to him.

As she stared up at him with her hazel eyes, Amy's breath caught in her throat.

"Is it all right if I..."  The blond man motioned with his hand as though he wanted to touch her stomach.

Her heart filled with tenderness at what he wanted, and she nodded, laying back down against the pillows.

Adam turned over onto his side as he placed his hand gently on her, sliding her T-shirt up so he could feel the bare flesh of her belly.  It was nearly impossible for him to believe there was a new life growing within the redhead - one that he had helped to create.  It was truly amazing.

After a moment or two, the blond man repositioned himself so that his head was resting against the diva's stomach as he tried to listen to the baby.

Amy closed her eyes, nearly overcome with emotion, one of her hands going down to gently tangle into the Canadian man's mass of long golden hair.  She couldn't help but wonder what his reaction would be if she told him that, before he'd found her last night, she'd gone to a clinic for an abortion.

He would probably hate me, she thought bitterly.  She had truly been a coward - not to mention selfish.  She felt horribly guilty.  What if she had gone through with it?  Without a doubt, Adam would have been crushed, shaken to his very core.  Amy knew this without a shadow of a doubt.  She bit her lip as tears welled up in her eyes, seriously wondering what she really would have done had Chris and Stephanie not shown up at that clinic when they had.

Adam raised his head as he felt the redhead's body shaking slightly.  A feeling of alarm went through him as he saw that she was crying.

"Ames...baby..." he began, his heartstrings tugging as her shoulder shook ever so slightly.  "...it's going to be okay...I swear, I'll be right by your side.  I promise."  The blond man reached a gentle hand up to her face, placing his fingertips tenderly on her cheeks.  His fingers were instantly moistened by her tears.

She stared up at him with an expression that nearly broke his heart.  The next thing he knew, she was in his arms.  She held as tightly to him as he held onto her.

He meant every word he'd said to her as well.  He had no intention of going anywhere.  The blond man rubbed his chin against her hair as she continued to sob against him.