Amy grinned at Adam with excitement as they regarded the doctor they'd looked up earlier that day.
Because they were still on the road and hadn't been given time off just yet, Amy had located an OB-GYN she'd heard was very good. She had her own gynecologist back home, but she had to get checked out, as she hadn't done so since seeing the company doctor a month earlier.
Dr. Simpson was a warm, African-American woman in her mid-to late-forties who had her own practice in the Bay Area. She had welcomed Amy and Adam genially and had congratulated them after telling them that her nineteen-year-old son was a big WWF fan, and especially a huge Lita fan.
Amy smiled and held tightly to Adam's hand as the doctor was giving her a sonogram. On the tiny screen was an image of the baby, at a little over thirteen weeks. The sound of a tiny, rapid heartbeat resounded throughout the small office.
"Oh, my God..." Adam breathed in amazement as he stared at the picture of his child and heard the heartbeat. His face broke out into a smile that lit up his entire face.
Amy's mouth opened in a tiny O. She couldn't believe that this unbelievable miracle was taking place inside of her. "Wow," she breathed, her eyes glued to the screen.
"Here is the baby's head," Dr. Simpson said, pointing it out to them with her left index finger. Then, turning to them, she gestured. "The baby is this big right now."
Adam mimicked the doctor's hand gestures in awe. "That tiny..." He gazed down at Amy and kissed her on the cheek.
"Do you two want to know the sex of your baby?" Dr. Simpson asked.
"Yes," Amy answered quickly before considering Adam's feelings. A moment later, she turned to face him. "Oh, babe...I'm sorry. Do you want to know?" She rubbed the pad of her thumb over his hand.
Adam thought for a moment while he stared, transfixed, at the monitor. "Nah...I think I'd rather be surprised." He gazed at Amy and then suddenly said, "On the other hand - yeah, why not? If we know the sex now, we can be better prepared when the baby is born."
Amy smiled, reaching up to gently touch Adam's cheek. "Are you sure, honey?"
"Yes, I'm sure," he replied, smiling at her and then turning to the doctor. "What is it, doc?"
Dr. Simpson smiled warmly. She liked this young couple a lot. "You're having a boy..."
*
Later, Adam sat in his locker room in The Cow Palace with Jay, as they prepared for their evenings matches on RAW.
Adam was clad in his silvery, metallic tights, having gotten dressed early. He was lacing up his wrestling boots when Jay changed into his trademark fishnet shirt.
"So, how did it go?" he asked, and Adam grinned.
"Everything is normal," Adam replied. "And check this out, Jay..." He leaned over to pull something out of his duffel bag. "...this is so amazing. Look at this..." He handed him a photo of the baby in utero.
"Wow," Jay said as he looked it over. "That little tiny thing is really your kid..."
Adam smiled with pride, his large white teeth showing. "Yup...and Jay - guess what? It's a boy."
Jay looked up and met his best friend's eyes. His face broke out into a devilish smile. "Well, you know what that means, Dad..."
*
At the same time that Adam and Jay were discussing the baby, so were Amy and Trish. They were in their locker room together, both dressed for the upcoming show.
Amy's eyes sparkled as she told Trish she and Adam were expecting a little boy. "I want him to look just like his father, too," she said lovingly. "Blond hair, and those big, dark greenish eyes..."
Trish smiled. "You know, Amy," she said, "For the life of me, I just can't picture you with a big belly." She looked her friend up and down, and, envisioning it, she started cracking up.
Amy giggled. "Well, neither can I, but maybe he won't be too big."
"Are you kidding? With Adam as his father?!" They both laughed.
Amy rubbed her stomach, which was still flat, and gazed into the vanity mirror before them. "I wonder when I'll start to show?"
"Oh, probably not for another couple of months yet," Trish said. Then, changing the subject somewhat, she asked, "So, have you guys been thinking of names?"
"Oh, it's still too early to worry about that," Amy answered. "Although...I have been doing that. There are a few boys' names I really love..."
*
Stephanie sat glumly in a locker room she was sharing with Chris. She was still feeling horrible, thoughts of violence plaguing her. She had visions of Adam and Amy and felt the rage building inside of her. She wanted to hurt someone - and badly. She thought she might do anything to get Adam.
That night, very discreetly, after Chris had taken her out of that lonely bathroom, he'd called room service about the horrible mess in the room. He'd lied and said that it had been ramshacked by an intruder while Stephanie had been out. Luckily, no questions had been asked.
Chris had mentioned the room key under the door to her, and Stephanie had been surprised. She'd told him she must have accidentally dropped it and never realized it.
Chris stepped into the room, still dripping from his shower. Steph gazed up at him, her eyes never leaving his muscular frame. She desperately tried to imagine Adam coming from that shower, Adam's face - Adam's hair - Adam's eyes - Adam's perfectly sculpted pecs and abs. Her mouth actually began to water as she continued fantasizing about him. If she'd been alone in the room, she probably would have been masturbating at this point. Fortunately, Chris was completely oblivious to the fact that she was thinking only of Adam and never noticed.
Stephanie knew that she had to do something, and soon - the sooner the better. Her feelings for Adam went way beyond merely an innocent interest in him. She was still heartbroken over the way he'd treated her the previous month, but vowed things would not end there, and that she would make him notice her - and want her. Or she might even die trying.
That night, after RAW...
"Adam?" Amy called from their hotel room bed. She was still wearing a pair of black parachute pants and a red belly T-shirt with a cat's face in crossbones and skull, her dress for RAW.
"Hmm?" Adam replied as he emerged from the bathroom. He sat down on the bed beside her, his breath smelling strongly of Colgate toothpaste.
She gazed into his eyes and smiled. "Well," she began, "we should talk about names for the baby. I've been thinking of a few..." Before he could reply, she started giving him a list. "...I like Nicholas, and Ryan, and Justin..."
Adam laughed softly. "Ames," he said, "I have to tell you something in regards to that. It's kind of silly, but serious at the same time." He put one arm around her, holding her close.
As Amy held the eye contact with him, he continued. "See, years ago, Jay and I promised each other that if we ever had sons someday, we would name them after one another - which means we have to name the baby Jason." He swallowed a bit uneasily, hoping that Amy wouldn't get furious, as she wasn't really being given a choice in what to name her own child.
To Adam's surprise, she began to laugh good-naturedly. "Jason Copeland?" she asked. "Okay, let me get this straight - Jay's son, if he ever has one, will be Adam Reso, and our little boy will be Jason Copeland?"
Adam placed one hand gently on Amy's belly. "Yeah, pretty much," he said, a small smile on his face.
Amy's smile broadened. "That's so cute...and I love the name Jason," she admitted.
"Really?"
"Really."
"Come here, you," Adam said, gently pulling Amy closer to him. He laid her back and showered her with kisses on her eyelids, cheeks, the tip of her nose, her lips and neck.
Amy laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down against her. She pulled her head back slightly to gaze up into his deep green eyes. He was smiling down at her, and those incredible eyes shone with love. He lowered his head and kissed her again.
Adam moved down the bed so that his head was by her stomach, and he kissed her there. Afterward, he turned his head so that his ear was against her stomach. His soft long hair tickled Amy a little. She closed her eyes and smiled. She felt so great, so loved. In contrast to how terrified she'd been when she'd first suspected she was pregnant, she now felt so excited about the baby. Her relationship with Adam was just about perfect.
As he lay there with his head resting gently on Amy's stomach, a myriad of thoughts whirled through Adam's brain. He loved Amy so much and was thrilled about the baby. There was only one way he could imagine being happier than he was right now...