My Everything

Author's Note: Hi everyone! So I was hit with the idea to write this fic and decided to run with it. I'm kind of excited about this story actually. This is a Ricky/Amy fic, if you're a fan of Ricky/Grace or Amy/Ben, this is not the story for you. They ARE in it, but since I'm a fan of Ricky and Amy together, I don't plan on keeping it that way for long… if ya know what I mean ;)

Disclaimer: Because it's so likely that I'm Brenda Hampton or an other person on the ABC Family team who has time on their hands to write a fic and post it online. *rolls eyes*No I do not own any of the characters or rights to anything relating to the television show, The Secret Life of the American Teenager. Moving on…

Chapter 1

"You okay?" Anne Juergens asked from behind the stove, watching her eldest daughter scrunch her face up in discomfort before taking a seat at the table.

"Yeah, I'm okay," Amy said quickly, waving off her mother's concern. Ever since she had broken down and told her mother her secret, that she was pregnant, she had become even more worried and quick to notice even the smallest expression or action Amy made than normal. She was already getting annoyed with it, she wasn't sure if she could handle her mother's over-concern for her and her baby for the remaining three months. She looked back over at her mother, who stood in front of the stove, spatula midway in the air and a worried expression still on her face. "I'm fine, really. I'm just having some back issues this morning. I'm sure I just slept wrong."

She swirled the spatula back and fourth in her grip as she bit her lower lip. "Okay… but if it bothers you anymore today, you might want to ask Doctor Stevens just in case." She flipped a pancake over in the pan. "I'm sure it's just your body changing and making room for the baby to grow."

Just then, Ashley walked in. "You mean she's going to get bigger than she already is?" Amy shot her a look as she sat back in the chair and rested her hand on the swell under her shirt that grew more with each passing day.

"Ashley…" Anne warned, grabbing two plates of pancakes from the counter and headed towards the table. She placed one in front of each of he girls before returning to the kitchen counter to grab her own plate.

"I'm just glad it's not me," she said, getting the last word in before picking up her fork and beginning on the stack of golden brown pancakes. Amy shot her sister another look from across the table before beginning on her own breakfast.

"This is nice," Anne said smiling. "We're all sitting down and having a nice breakfast together instead of rushing out the door. It's a nice change of pace, don't you guys think?"

"I think it would be better if dad was here," Ashley said, pointing out the obvious absence of their father, bringing an instant and uncomfortable silence to the table.

"Well he's not here right now, so we'll just have to make due," Anne said after a few moments.

"Will he be here to eat dinner with us tonight?" Ashley asked.

Anne looked up, glancing over at Amy then over to Ashley. "Let's just eat breakfast, okay?" Ashley sighed loudly, mumbling something under her breath before picking at her food. Only the sound of silverware clinking against the plates filled the quiet house as the three of them ate in silence.

"Oh! Ben's got a dentist appointment so I'm going to need a ride to school after all," Amy said a few moments later, bringing an end to the silence. Anne nodded, looking down at her watch quickly to be sure they were still on schedule.

"Speaking of appointments… don't forget you have one coming up," Anne reminded her as she stood up from the table and carried her plate to the sink.

"When?" Amy asked curiously.

"Thee ah…" she turned around to look at the calendar on the fridge. "This coming Friday actually. At twelve-thirty, so I'll have to write you a note so you can be excused to go."

"What, you get to miss school?! That's unfair. Maybe I should get pregnant so I can get excused from classes," Ashley said.

"Don't even joke about that, Ashley," Anne said.

"I'm kidding!" she said, a mischievous grin on her face. "God, I'm not *that* stupid."

"What and I'm stupid?" Amy snapped.

"Well you gotta admit, this wasn't one of the smarter things you've done…" Amy's eyes grew wide and she opened her mouth, ready to say something back when Anne stepped in.

"Okay okay!" She held her hand up in front of her. "Ashley, why don't you run upstairs and finish getting ready. It's almost time for us to leave anyway."

Ashley got up from the table, plate in hand. "Jeez, can't anyone take a joke around here?" she muttered as she put her plate in the sink and disappeared out of the room.

Amy remained at the table, finishing the last few bits she had left while Anne leaned against the counter and sipped the rest of her coffee. "Y'know Amy, this appointment is an ultrasound one, if I remember correctly. Do you think he might like to come?"

"Who? Ben? Sure, I guess. I mean, I'm sure he'd like to come see." She took a sip of milk.

"No Amy, I didn't… I wasn't talking about Ben," she clarified. "I was talking about Ricky."

"Ricky? Oh." Amy said, uncertainty in her voice. She pushed the chair back and stood up, carrying her plate to the sink. "I-I don't think he'd want to come, mom."

"I'm sure he would. And anyway, it wouldn't hurt to ask him just in case," Anne said.

"Why do you all of a sudden care of if Ricky is involved or not?" Amy asked, crossing her arms over her chest as she stood in front of her mother.

"I've always cared, Amy. I was the one who told you, you needed to talk to him when he came by that time, remember? He may not be the nicest guy or the most reliable but he's the father of your baby. I think you need to give him a chance here," Anne said. "Look, Ben's a nice guy. I like Ben. But this isn't his baby. You and Ricky… you guys are going to need to figure some stuff out sooner or later. The baby will be here before you know it and it's up to you guys what you want to do when that time comes."

Amy ran her hand through her hair and sighed. She was right, of coarse. Amy needed to stop freezing Ricky out of her life; whether she liked it or not, he was the guy who had gotten her into this situation. The baby was just as much his as it was her, something she sometimes forgot about. Besides… it wasn't his fault why he acted the way he acted…

Amy thought back to the information she had looked up both with Ben and some on her own about sexual abuse in children. She had tried to ignore the voice in the back of her mind, nagging at her to give Ricky another chance in light of the new information she had but a big part of her wasn't sure if she could take that big of a chance and trust him. He hadn't exactly been trustworthy or reliable in the past, what would be different now?

"Amy?" her mother asked. Amy snapped out of her train of thought, unaware she had faded out of the conversation.

"Huh? Oh. Yeah, I-I guess I can ask him," she said. "If I see him…"

Anne smiled. "You're a good kid, y'know that?" Amy forced a small smile in return. "Ashley! Let's go, we're going to be late!" Anne yelled, looking up at the ceiling.

~*~

With each step she took, Amy felt a stab of discomfort in her back. She had just gotten out of her first class of the day and the pain in her back still hadn't gone away. If this is what the last four months were going to feel like, she wasn't sure if she could handle it.

She exhaled slowly, trying to regain control of the pain throbbing in her lower back as students passed her in the halls. Fortunately the gossip involving her had died down some and she didn't so much feel like people were studying her every time she walked to and from class. Gripping the few books and binders in her arms, Amy reached forward to put them into her locker when a strong pain struck her body. Amy's hands flew to grab her stomach as her legs buckled under her and she fell to the floor.

She faintly heard someone shout her name as her head spun and the pains in her back quickly moved into her stomach. Tears slid down her cheeks as the throbbing pain rolled through her body. "The baby..."