Author's Notes – New fic! I have no clue where the inspiration for this one came from but I'm pretty happy with it. I hope to get the next chapter of this out soon…but not before I work on a couple other fics.
A couple things you should know about this fic. This takes place after Adam and Amy have been together for the last few years, married for most of them. Problems have arisen and they are now in marriage counseling. That's where the fic is starting…and the rest of it will be going back and forth between their counseling sessions and memories of their relationship. Think of the beginning of Mr. and Mrs. Smith or The Story of Us as far as how this fic is going to work.
That's all I can think to say for now. But if you like what you read, please, review. I thrive on feedback and I'd really like to know what you'd all think
Disclaimer – I own nothing that is recognized…I own the doctor, that's it.
"Hello Mr. and Mrs. Copeland, my name is Doctor Stevens," a tall man with graying hair and glasses said as he entered the room and sat at the chair opposite Adam and Amy. He turned to a fresh piece of paper on his notepad and removed the cap from his pen as he begun to speak again. "What do you say we start with each of you telling me why you're here?"
"We're here…" they started in unison.
"Go on," Adam said motioning for her to continue as his wife shot a slight glare his way.
"Thank you. We're here so we can discuss some of the issues in our marriage objectively with an unbiased party to help us identify some of our deeper problems and find resolutions for them," Amy said formally as Adam rolled his eyes.
"And why do you think you're here," Dr. Stevens asked turning to Adam who just shrugged.
"What she said." Amy shook her head and sighed at her husband's answer as the doctor made notes.
"Now Adam, you have to have your own opinion on why you two are here." The doctor put his pen down and looked at the blonde man in front of him. "So why do you think you two need counseling? Tell us honestly, no one's here to judge."
"That's what you think," he muttered under his breath ignoring the annoyed look his wife was giving him.
"What was that," the doctor asked noting the couple's actions.
"Nothing," Adam lied giving the doctor a fake smile. He'd gotten really use to those lately. "Honestly doc, I don't know why we're here. Don't get me wrong, we have our problems, but what married couple doesn't? I just don't think talking about our personal problems with some shrink is going to do anything to help."
"Right, but blonde bimbos you'll discuss our personal problems with," Amy said bitterly.
"For the millionth time Amy, Maria is just a friend and co-worker," Adam said groaning in frustration.
"Keep saying that, maybe you'll believe it," she said rolling her eyes.
"Okay, okay," Dr. Stevens interjected. "There will be plenty of time to discuss that later. And Adam, those are perfectly normal feelings about therapy, but I hope after a few sessions you'll feel differently."
"Hey, I'll play along, but I'm just here because she's making me," Adam said pointing to Amy.
"Real mature Adam."
"Alright, let's begin shall we?" Dr. Stevens pushed his glasses up slightly on his nose and picked up his pen and notepad once again. "How did you two meet?"
"Mutual friends…" they both started, once again at the same time. This time it was Amy who let Adam continue.
"We met at work, through mutual friends," he began, smiling slightly at his wife. "She got a job with the company I was already with where some old friends of hers worked. They introduced us seven years ago."
"It was eight," Amy corrected.
"Eight," she repeated, "the introduced us eight years ago."
"Right, seven or eight years ago…"
Seven or eight years ago
"Adam, Jay!" A voice called from behind the two friends as they fought over the last grape soda in the catering area. The two turned around to see their friend, Matt Hardy and his younger brother Jeff, along with the most voluptuous figure Adam had ever seen.
"Matt, Jeff," Jay greeted with a smile as he plucked the soda from the now distracted Adam. "Who's your friend?"
"Guys, this is a good friend of ours, Amy," Matt said introducing the tall red head. "She use to train with us way back when and now, she's gonna work here with us. Ames, this is Jay and Adam."
"Nice to meet you both," Amy said smiling as she shook Jason's hand before turning slightly to shake Adam's only to see him staring at her ample breasts. Rolling her eyes, she pulled Adam's head up so he was staring at her annoyed eyes instead now. "I'm up here, pig."
"Uh-huh, I…I…sorry," Adam said shaking his head realizing what he had just done.
"Right, look, Jeff can you show me to the women's locker room," Amy said turning to her colorful friend. Jeff nodded and the two walked off as Matt and Jason started to laugh.
"What a first impression," Jay laughed.