*Roughly One Month Later*
I'm awakened by a churning feeling in my stomach. I lay still for a moment, not wanting to upset it further. Instead it feels worse, I bolt up and dash to the bathroom.
"Baby," Adams hands grasp my hair, gently pulling it behind my head. His free hand rubs my back. I flush the toilet and carefully stand back up.
"I think, I'm ok now," I say and reach for my toothbrush.
"I think you should go to the doctor," Adam says as he flushes the toilet again.
"I'm fine. There's a flu bug going around, you know. That's all it is," I spit out my toothpaste and reach for mouthwash.
"Babe, I don't think it's the flu." I swish the fluid around, not wanting to think of what else it could be.
"I don't know, I just don't want to get our hopes up."
"Please just go. That's the 3rd time this week." I look at the little calendar I keep in the bathroom, I am 3 days late. A surge of hope goes through me.
"Alright. You'll come with me?" Adam nods and we go back to bed for a few hours.
First thing when I wake up later that day, I call my doctors office. I'm in luck and they fit me in later today.
I'm not sure why, but I have a good feeling about today. I make Adam and I pancakes and eggs and orange juice, not long after the pancakes are done; Adam wanders into the kitchen.
"Morning," he mutters and kisses my cheek softly.
"Morning. Made you pancakes and eggs." I hand him a plate and sit next to him in the breakfast nook.
"Baby, just don't get to upset if you're not." Adam says and eats a forkful of egg.
"I know I might not be. But I have a good feeling about today. I'm 3 days late and I've never gotten sick the last times I thought might be."
I putter around the house, waiting impatiently until its time to leave. I step into the vacant room that's next door to our room. The room that will be the baby's one day. I picture where the crib will go and what color the walls will get painted.
"Maxi, its time to go." Adam places a hand on my shoulder, startling me. "You ok?" He's looking at me curiously.
"Yeah, I'm ok. Just thinking.."
"Maxine Copeland?" A nurse calls, Adam and I both stand up.
"Ok, Maxine I'm going to need a urine sample from you. Mr. Copeland you can wait in here and Maxine can join you when she's done in the bathroom."
I fill out the paperwork as I wait for the results. My doctor, Dr. Collins enters the room.
"Maxine, Adam," Dr. Collins shakes our hands. "I have some good news for you two. Congratulations, your pregnant!" Adam and I look at each other with giant smiles. He asks me a few questions.
"Looks like your due Aug 3," Dr. Collins says. We leave with an appointment for a full prenatal exam in 2 weeks, I'm approximately a month pregnant.
Adam pulls into Olive Garden for lunch. We sit at the table quietly, both of us beaming. Adam is being even more tentative then usual now. But I knew that would happen.
"What if it's a boy?" I ask, thinking of holding a tiny little version of Adam.
"Or a girl. ." Adams thoughts drift to a sweet little baby girl, the perfect blend of her parents.
"Are you two ready to order?" The waitress asks, jarring both of us out of our thoughts.
"Sure. I'll have lasagna." I answer, not even having looked at the menu. Adam orders his usual favorite, spaghetti and meatballs.
"I think if we have a boy we should name him after you. Adam Joseph Copeland Jr."
Adam nods. "We are going to have a girl."
"You can't possibly know that! Its far to early."
"Well if not this one, the next baby will be a girl." He states rather determinedly.
Although I could care less if it's a boy or a girl. As long as we have a healthy baby; but I do have a soft spot for a son.
*Adams POV*
Maxi is absolutely glowing, I thought as I watched her heartily eat her salad. She just seems so happy and upbeat after getting the news. We order a desert to share.
"Edge?" A small soft voice rang out. A little boy who couldn't be older than 9 standing by our table hesitantly.
"Hey lil' man. What's your name?" I ask and extend a hand.
"Ethan and I'm 8." He declares with a toothy grin.
"Awesome! Would you like me to sign that?" I ask, gesturing to the WWE Kids magazine he's holding on to.
He nodded enthusiastically. "An can I have my picture with you? Who's she, is she the girl that was on TV when you left?" He pointed at Maxi, who smiled brightly.
"Sure can. She's Maxi, my wife and yes she was on TV with me." I signed the magazine and let the boy sit on my lap while his mom took the picture.
"I miss seeing you on TV," he said before thanking us and going back to his table.
"Maybe a boy would be pretty cool after all." I muse, joining Maxi; who has only left a few bites of Tiramisu left for me. She smiles sheepishly and shrugs.
Later that week I'm eating before heading to the set of Haven.
"Last day of filming isn't it?" Maxi asks as she joins me.
I nod. "Yeah then in February the movie starts filming."
"Do you want to tell Punk and Ally when we go to Thanksgiving?" Canadians already had their Thanksgiving, so Ally, Punk, Maxi and I are celebrating together on the American holiday.
"I don't see why not. But we really need to call Mom and tell her too."
"We will. As soon as you want too. But I only want to tell Mom, Punk and Ally; and Jay if you want to tell him right now. Everybody else can wait until I'm in the 2nd trimester."
"Whys that?"
"Its bad luck. So they say to tell people before than. So I only want to tell the people closest to us."
"Whatever you wanna do babe. I should be back by 6 tonight." I kiss her on the cheek and head out.
All day I was tempted to tell my coworkers on the set of Haven. But Maxi only wanted to tell certain people, and I wasn't going to go against what I agreed to. We'd be filming again in the spring or early summer, and by then we'd be far enough along to tell people.
A/N: Own nothing besides my OC's and the story.
