"Ah, yes," the woman said with a smile. "Come right this way..." She led them around a corner to the main dining area. Adam realized the restaurant was a little bigger than he'd thought after all.
All of a sudden, he got a huge surprise when a group of people shouted, "Surprise!" He looked around and saw Jay, Trish, Matt, Jeff, Andrew, Stacy, and some other friends - Matt Bloom, Glen Jacobs, Scott Taylor, Mark Lamonica, Devon Hughes, Nora Greenwald, and Jackie Moore, seated at a group of tables in the middle of the room. They all started saying happy birthday to him.
"Oh, jeez...you guys!" Adam exclaimed. He was truly surprised. "And you," he said, turning toward Amy and giving her hand a gentle squeeze. "You had me completely fooled!" He raised a hand up to her cheek and kissed her, and laughing, she kissed him back. Their friends all applauded and laughed.
"Hey, over here, Adam," Jay called, waving him over. "You're at the head of the table, and we saved a seat for your lady right here, too."
"Thanks, Jay." Adam led Amy over to the opposite end of the table. He sat down at the head of the table, and Amy sat at his left side while Jay was at his right. He turned to Amy. "No wonder you kept driving in circles!"
--
Stephanie and Chris were back in their hotel room, relaxing after Chris' match, which was one of the last for the evening. She felt depressed. She knew that it was Adam's birthday and also knew that she and Chris had not been invited. Rather, Chris would have been invited, but Adam and Amy's friends were not her friends. They didn't want her there.
None of them wanted anything to do with her and she knew it. Even Trish, who had been somewhat of a friend to her for a few months, had turned against her. The petite blonde had all but stopped even acknowledging her once she'd started seeing Adam's best friend, Jay Reso. Actually, that wasn't true. Trish had stopped associating with her since the night she'd attacked Amy and Trish had confronted her about it.
Stephanie didn't care. She didn't need them - any of them. They were all worthless trash, anyway. All of them except for Adam. Adam...
She glanced down beside her on the bed and realized that Chris was fast asleep. They'd been watching TV together, and he'd been exhausted after his match, since it had been against The Undertaker. An irresistible urge suddenly overtook Stephanie. She silently got off the bed and slipped into her shoes, quietly leaving the room.
She made her way down the hall and went up the stairwell to the third floor of the hotel. Taking out the card key that still resided in her pocket, she glanced at the hotel room number and smiled. Room 345.
Glancing around like a thief in the night, Stephanie let herself into the room, knowing full well that nobody was there. She'd overheard all about Adam's surprise birthday party at this restaurant somewhere in the city.
Shutting the door behind her, she flipped on the light switch and glanced around the room. She just wanted to get a look at the room in which Adam was currently residing. Her face broke out into a grin as she surveyed the area. She saw his bags laid out on the floor near the bed and realized that the room smelled vaguely like his cologne.
When her eyes spotted Amy's stuff, her smile disappeared and was replaced by a scowl. Why can't that woman just get lost? she wondered bitterly. She truly hated Amy's guts. Maybe she should write another "attack" in the script and beat that bitch senseless again. The smile returned to Stephanie's face as she envisioned such an act.
She spent another five minutes just standing there by the door before leaving and returning to her own room, and to Chris.
--
When he and Amy returned to their hotel room later that night, Adam's arms were full of gifts his friends had given him. A few of the smaller ones were in his duffel bag and in Amy's tote bag. Amy fished in her bag for her room key but couldn't seem to find it.
"That's strange," she said. "I can't find my key."
"Hmm..." Adam said thoughtfully. "...first my shirt, now your room key. Well, I know I've got mine. Hold on." He set his packages down on the floor in front of him and put a hand in a pocket of his jacket. "Voile!" With a smile, he opened the door.
Amy instantly went to the bed and began taking things out of her bag. She put all of the gifts for Adam she had in there aside, then searched around. "I know I had it," she said, puzzled. "How can I have lost it?"
"Don't worry, I'm sure it'll turn up," Adam said, using the very familiar words she'd said to him earlier that night when he'd complained about his missing shirt. "Or else we'll have to pay a fee for a missing key - I guess. Don't worry about it."
Dropping his coat on the back of a chair, he approached the bed and positioned himself over her. She gazed up at him and put her arms up, instantly encircling his neck. Adam lay down on the bed half-on top of her and half-beside her and kissed her deeply and passionately.
Amy kissed him back fervently, her body instantly warming up with the heat of him. She felt him hardening against her thigh and reached down to stroke him.
Adam sighed with pleasure and reached down to undo his zipper, freeing himself. Amy pulled back to gaze down and then back up into his eyes. She bit her lips with anticipation, patting the bed at her right side, and Adam fell onto it.
Amy turned around to face him again and slowly crawled to him, unbuttoning his jeans, and she straddled him and kissed him, rubbing against him as she did so. Adam groaned and ran his fingers through her long, thick red hair.
"Amy..." His breathing quickened as she pulled down his jeans and briefs and then bent over to take him into her mouth. What a great birthday, he thought, realizing that during his last one, he had not had Amy as his girlfriend. He loved her so much.
--
Hours later, while Adam slept soundly beside her, his arm thrown over her, Amy lay awake. She'd slept fitfully for most of the night, as her mind was working overtime.
She was worried. Something was going on, something she didn't want to think about right now, but she knew she had no choice. She had to face the music and deal with the consequences, and the sooner, the better. But what about her career?
She sighed. In the morning, she would deal with things. In the meantime, all she could do was sleep - if that blessed privilege would return to her.
--
After ten-thirty that morning, when Adam went into the bathroom for his shower, Amy slipped into a pair of cargo pants, a pullover top and her shoes, then grabbed her wallet, jacket and Adam's room key. She would only be gone a few minutes, as she was only going directly across the street from the hotel. Adam wouldn't even know she was gone, as he was famous for his long showers. All the better, because she didn't want him to know she was going out.
--
Stephanie McMahon stood in the doorway to the stairwell of the third floor of the hotel and watched in disgust as Amy disappeared into the elevator. Good. Amy was gone and Chris was still asleep. What perfect timing. She made her way stealthily to the door to room 345, taking out the key she'd swiped from Amy's bag the previous night.
She tiptoed barefooted into the room, quietly shutting the door behind her. All she wore was a short, black satin robe, her hair all loose and cascading in curls down her back.
The room was empty, the king-sized bed a mess. The shower was running in the bathroom, and Stephanie smiled to herself. Now, she would make her big move.
She tiptoed to the bathroom door, which was closed, and tried the knob, holding her breath. The door was unlocked. She entered the small room, steam billowing around her. He was right there - in the shower. Quiet as a mouse, Stephanie untied her robe, letting it fall gently to the floor. Afterward, she carefully pushed back one corner of the cloth shower curtain and peered inside.
Her eyes widened at the sight of him. Adam was even more beautiful in the nude than she'd imagined. His body was taut and muscular and couldn't have been more perfect if Michaelangelo had sculpted it. Though she could only see him from the back, she knew his front must be equally as gorgeous, perhaps more so.
A grin spreading across her guilty face, Stephanie stepped into the shower behind Adam. At the moment, he was soaping up his muscular chest and didn't seem to be aware of her.
"What took you so long?" he asked, his back still to her. She was wrong - he was aware of her, after all. She didn't respond but dared to press her body up against his, her nipples instantly hardening against his back.
"Mmm...I'm glad you decided to join me, baby."
Stephanie still didn't speak, but she allowed her hands to caress Adam's washboard stomach. She opened her mouth, a sigh nearly escaping her. Oh, God... She supressed the urge to cry out. She dared to move her head ever so slightly to get a peek at the front of his body and nearly gasped. He appeared to have a full erection, and he must have had at least nine inches! Stephanie wanted to feel that inside of her. Oh, God...
Feeling particularly brave because Adam still hadn't realized she was not Amy, Stephanie moved her left hand until it was grasping his penis. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt his hardness. God, he was so hard!
"Oh, that feels good," Adam said softly as her hand began moving up and down.
"I can make you feel really good," she said in a throaty voice.
Adam spun around sharply as he suddenly realized it was not Amy in the shower with him. His eyes went wide as he took in the sight of a naked and wet Stephanie McMahon standing behind him.
"What the fuck are you doing in here?!" he shouted. He grabbed ahold of the shower curtain, modestly trying to cover himself up. "Get out!!"
Stephanie stared at him, her feelings hurt. "You said you liked what I was doing..."
"Get the fuck out of here - now! I don't know how the hell you got in here, but at the moment, I don't really care to know."
"But Amy's not here - don't you see? It's okay, Adam. She's not here right now," Stephanie said in an almost pleading tone.
"GET OUT!! Amy's not here? Then get the fuck out before she gets back!" He quickly stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel, instantly swathing it around his hips. He grabbed another, then went back to the shower and grasped Stephanie by her upper arm, forcing her out of it. He angrily shoved the other towel at her and said, "Dry off, put on your clothes and get out of here, goddamn it!"
Stephanie pouted and stared at him with hurt eyes while she wrapped the towel around herself. She stood there and gazed at him reproachfully as he appeared to get angrier by the second.
"What the fuck is wrong with you, Stephanie? Have you completely lost your mind?!" Adam shook his head as he realized that what Amy had reported Trish telling her months ago was in fact true - Stephanie obviously had some sick obsession with him to pull a stunt like this.
Stephanie didn't say anything but just stared at him with large, sad-looking blue eyes.
All of a sudden, Adam became aware of the bathroom door being opened, and to his horror, Amy was standing there in the doorway. His heart sank at the expression in her eyes as she took in the scene. Her eyes scanned Stephanie from head-to-toe, then shifted over to him.
"What the hell is this? What the hell is going on here?!" she screamed. Her shocked eyes met Adam's.
Adam quickly grabbed his robe and slipped into it. "This is NOT what it looks like, Amy...I know this looks really bad, but it is not-"
"Spare me all your lies, Adam Copeland!!" she shouted. "You make me sick!" She turned around and fled.
Adam shoved past Stephanie and ran after Amy. "Amy, wait! Amy!!"
Amy ran down the hall, unable to contain her tears any longer. She felt as if her world were collapsing. She ignored Adam's calls and ran straight for room 367, knocking and calling frantically. "Let me in, please!" she cried.
In seconds, the door was opened, and Amy rushed inside and threw herself into the arms of Jay Reso. As he shut the door and held tightly to her, she let loose and wept uncontrollably. "Oh, my God!"
Jay stroked her hair softly and turned his head to exchange concerned and confused glances with Trish Stratus, who was seated on the edge of the bed. "What's the matter, Amy? What is it?"
"Oh, Jay...I..." Overcome by another fit of sobs, she couldn't finish her sentence. She suddenly looked past Jay's shoulder and saw Trish standing right behind him, a look of concern on her face. "Oh, Trish!" She reached one hand out to her.
"What happened?" Trish said softly, reaching one hand out to Amy.
Before Amy could respond, there was a series of knocks at the door.
"Amy! Amy! Please talk to me! Please?!" It was Adam.
Jay looked about to open the door to let him in, but Amy stopped him. "No! Don't let him in. Please, Jay. Please!"
Realizing just how distraught Amy was, Jay resignedly slipped the chain lock in place, and only then did he open the door a crack. He hated himself for doing this, but he didn't want to upset Amy any further.
"Hold on, Adam," he said, peeking out at him, "Amy doesn't want to see you right now."
"Come on, Jay! Let me in!" Adam demanded. He looked desperate and upset.
"Sorry, but I can't do that right now - not right now..."
"Jay!" Adam yelled sharply. He looked at Jay furiously and lifted a hand, seeming ready to shove his way through the door, through the chain. Jay pushed it shut and locked it before he could attempt to do so. He felt like shit doing such a thing to his best friend, but first he had to find out what had happened. He listened to Adam ranting and raving outside the door for a moment before storming off.
Amy was sitting on the bed beside Trish, holding onto one of her hands while Trish smoothed away some strands of her hair off her face. She squeezed her eyes shut and more tears fell on her cheeks.
"What's the matter, Amy? What happened? Tell me..."
"Oh, God...I...It feels like a horrible nightmare!"
Jay came over to stand in front of the women. "What happened?" he asked her. A thought crossed his mind, but he realized how ludicrous it was - Adam would never hit a woman.
"I went out for awhile," Amy began, taking deep breaths to control her crying. "And when I came back, I found him getting out of the shower with...with Stephanie McMahon! He's cheating on me with her!" She started weeping uncontrollably again.
"Oh, my God!" Trish exclaimed.
Amy covered her mouth with one hand and lay her head down on Trish's lap. "What am I going to do?" she cried. "I love Adam..."
While Trish stroked Amy's hair, Jay spoke up. "I don't believe it," he said. "Adam and Stephanie? That doesn't add up."
"But she saw it with her own two eyes, Jay," Trish said, looking up at him.
"Adam can't stand Stephanie McMahon," Jay said matter-of-factly.
"Oh, sure - take his side," Trish said with a smirk of disapproval. "You men sure stick together, don't you?"
"Trish, listen to me," Jay insisted. "I know for a fact that Adam would never touch Stephanie. And I don't believe that he would cheat on Amy, period. Amy, he loves you more than anything."
Amy lifted her head and stared at him.
"He loves you more than anything, and he wouldn't hurt you like that. I know there's got to be a logical explanation."
Amy shook her head, fresh tears coming to her eyes. "Oh, God..." she looked down at the small paper bag she still held tightly in her left hand. "...Trish, I need to speak to you privately." She emphasized that last word.
"Sure, Amy." Trish glanced at Jay meaningfully.
"Does that mean you ladies want me to get lost?"
"Only for a little while," Trish said with a shrug. "Why don't you go talk to Adam?" she suggested.
"All right, I'll go and do that," Jay said. He grabbed his hotel key and glanced at them one more time before slipping out of the room.
When he was gone, Amy gazed at Trish plaintively. "Oh, Trish...I don't know what I'm going to do." She bit her lip nervously. "I had to go out to the drug store across the street and get...this..." She gestured toward the bag.
"What's in it?"
Amy closed her eyes and took out the contents of the small paper bag, then, opening her eyes and meeting her friend's, she calmly said, "Trish...I think I may be pregnant."
