August 3, 2008: Came to me today. I was trying to write a couple other SL fics and went, "I wonder what Ben's mom's name was…"

Set after Ep 7. I'm totally speculating that Amy's parents are okay with the pregnancy are considering letting her marry Ben.

…Hey, anybody know where the show takes place? Brenda Hampton also did 7th Heaven, which was based in California, so my guess is maybe there…?

Anyway. Just Ben and Amy hanging out at Boykewich's (finally know how to pronounce it! Wasn't sure if it was a "ch" or a "k" sound. Thanks, Adrian.) house…

I own NOTHING, I tell you. Don't sue me! I just love the show and manipulate the characters to do my will. xD

I even borrowed the Math idea from AshGurl2897's Sunday Afternoon.

Amy sat leaning against the couch in Ben's living room, her feet curled under her and Math textbook open in front of her, as Ben returned from the kitchen with what looked to be a plate of cookies.

She eyed the plate curiously and Ben laughed and assured her, "Don't worry, my dad didn't make them. A neighbor didn't think I was getting enough sugar and made us like three batches of cookies the other day."

"That's a lot of cookies…"

Ben grinned and placed the plate on the floor between them as he commented, "Yeah, but you might eat most of them…"

Amy stared at him and replied defensively yet logically, "I am eating for two."

Ben glanced at her stomach and the three cookies she'd just snatched from the plate and muttered good naturedly, "More like three or four."

"Benjamin Randolph…" Amy scolded, her face turning pink.

Ben grinned mischievously as he moved a little closer and suggested, "Try that again, Juergens, and you might be in trouble…"

Amy smiled, proudly repeating, "Benjamin Randolph."

Ben's eyes narrowed playfully and he moved so he was in front of her, sliding the book and plate away as he did. Slowly, he moved his head so he was almost nose-to-nose with Amy and staring her in the eye.

Amy blinked in confusion, but that quickly disappeared when Ben tilted his head and leaned in closer. Just before he kissed her, though, Mr. Boykewich's voice pierced the air.

"You know, Ben, if your mother was here, she'd probably be scolding you…"

"Oh, on the contrary, Sausage King," Ben replied with a grin. "She'd probably be planning the wedding."

And then, as his father groaned and turned to leave the room, Ben looked back at Amy and began, "Before we were so rudely interrupted…"

Without hesitation, Ben kissed her, and Amy allowed both her eyes to close and her shoulders to relax at the still-slightly-new-sensation.

Ben pulled away with a grin and Amy smiled as she caught her breath again.

"I know I've already said this like a million times, but—"

Amy interrupted his comment by kissing him, and when she pulled away, Ben grinned.

"Now that I could get used to…"

Amy blushed and Ben kissed her cheek and pulled her Math book back over to them, scooting back to his original position next to her.

"I s'pose we oughta hit the books," he suggested, and Amy giggled. "Probably."

They were both relatively silent as they worked on their Math assignment, Ben occasionally explaining problems to Amy.

After about half an hour of Math problems, Amy asked, "Hey, Ben?"

Ben smiled at her. "Which problem are you stuck on now?"

"It's…not a math problem…"

"Oh." Ben was obviously confused. "Well, what's up?"

"I was just thinking…I saw your mom's picture, but I never asked you what her name was."

"No you didn't. And I didn't tell you," Ben smiled apologetically. "Her name was Sarah."

"Sarah," Amy repeated, smiling. "Pretty."

Ben smiled. "Yeah…"

"Do you…wait, that's a dumb question. Of course you miss her."

Ben breathed a laugh. "Yeah, I do. I miss her a lot, actually."

"Can I…Do you mind if I ask how she died?" Amy asked tentatively.

"A few things," Ben told her, smiling sadly. "She'd been fighting cancer for a couple years, and then that disappeared and we thought we were safe. But then she had some kind of accident—Dad still hasn't told me what happened—and had to pretty much live in the hospital for like five months. And then, after she healed from that, the cancer came back and spread, eventually to her brain."

Amy gazed at him sadly. "You must've been so sad…"

Ben tried to laugh. "Yeah, I was mad at the world for a while. But I was only ten when she died. I didn't really understand what was happening. All I knew was my mom was dying, and that Dad and I had to rely on each other more than usual. We became each other's best friend after Mom's funeral. There were some rough spots, times I would blame Dad for Mom's death, but he would just hug me and tell me he was sorry she was gone. Eventually, I realized it wasn't his fault at all, and things got much better around here."

"Wow. You went through a lot."

Ben only nodded, offering her the plate of cookies.

She took one, thoughtful as she chewed. Finally, she decided, "That explains why you're always making jokes…"

She looked at him, a warm smile spreading across her face. "And maybe why you're always so nice…"

"What, because my mom was in the hospital?" Ben asked, tilting his head.

"Well, yeah. I mean, you were probably in the hospital visiting a lot. You probably ran into lots of sick people. You probably learned to make them feel better with humor and to always be kind to people because you never know what they're going through."

Amy tilted her head at him, asking, "Right?"

Ben closed his eyes for a moment, the smile returning as he kissed her cheek. "You're a mind reader, Juergens. How did you get so good at reading people?"

Amy shrugged. "I don't know."

"Hm. Well, if you figure it out, let me know. I'd love to be able to tell people exactly why they are the way they are…"

Amy only smiled and reached for another cookie.

Ben grinned at her, and she glanced at him curiously.

"Told you you'd eat all of them," he chuckled.

She swatted his shoulder and he laughed harder. "Sorry, but stop worrying about it. I love that you love to eat, remember? Go ahead and eat as many of those cookies as you want. I'm sure the neighbor would be happy to make more."

Amy opened her mouth to comment but instead started yawning.

"Math making you tired?" Ben smiled sympathetically.

"Must be…"

"You wanna take a nap or something?"

"No, I'm fine…" Amy assured him, but another yawn told him otherwise and he stood, pulling her up with him.

Amy protested, but he insisted, "Nope, don't try it. You need a nap. And since the couch isn't that comfortable to sleep on…"

She looked at him curiously and Ben explained, "I've fallen asleep there a few times. Not as comfortable as my bed, trust me."

Amy was too tired to protest and was quickly nodding off—and they were barely at the top of the stairs!

With a smile, Ben shook his head, scooping Amy up and finishing the trek to his room, gently setting her on the bed.

"Sweet dreams, Princess," he whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead and closing the door most of the way on his way out.

His father was standing at the top of the stairs, an eyebrow raised in curiosity, and Ben explained, "She was falling asleep. I figured a bed would be more comfortable than the couch."

"Uh huh," Mr. Boykewich replied, nodding.

"I should probably get back to my homework…" Ben stated, starting for the stairs.

"Ben."

Ben blinked. "Dad?"

His father held his book bag and it was Ben's turn to raise an eyebrow.

Mr. Boykewich shrugged. "You've got a desk in your room, right? You may as well use it."

Ben frowned slightly, and his father tossed him the bag. "Just work on your homework, kiddo."

Ben caught the bag and grinned. "Sure, Pop. Thanks."

Mr. Boykewich waved a hand, dismissing the comment, and headed back downstairs.

Quietly, Ben reentered his room, leaving the door open a few inches, and started working on his World History assignment, glancing at Amy every few minutes and smiling to himself as he watched her sleep.

She looked so cute, all curled up on one side of his bed…

My bed, he thought ruefully, wishing he could say so all the time. He could see it clearly, actually, the two of them sharing his bed…

Ben shook the image out of his head, reminding himself that he needed to give it time. Eventually, it would happen. When her parents agreed, which he selfishly hoped was soon…

Unexpectedly, Amy stirred, though Ben could see she was dreaming. And then he realized it was a very bad dream and rushed to the bed, gently shaking Amy awake.

She looked around the room frantically, tears cascading down her face when she saw him.

"Hey," he said gently, pulling her against his chest, "It's okay. You're okay. Nobody's hurting you."

Amy trembled as she clutched his shirt, the tears creating wet patches on his shirt, his jeans, and the bedspread as she tried to tell him about the dream.

"It was so awful," she choked out, and Ben listened as she continued, "They were trying to kill my baby. They were taking me to get an abortion, and I was so scared and it hurt so much and…"

A sob stopped the story and Ben sighed, stroking her hair and whispering, "It's over now. Nobody's making you kill your baby. It'll be fine."

Amy sniffed and he let go of her, his hand under her chin as he declared, "It's gonna be fine."

Amy nodded almost helplessly and hugged him, burying her face in his shirt as she whispered, "I love you."

Ben's heart threatened to jump out of his chest at the comment and he gladly returned the hug, grinning as he whispered back, "Took you long enough."

Amy laughed, another yawn interrupting the sound, and Ben soon found his shoulder serving as Amy's pillow. Then, before he knew it, he was falling asleep. He fought it, knowing how strange the situation would look to his dad, but sleep won out and soon Ben was asleep as well, with Amy snuggled up against him, just as he'd pictured it earlier…

Meh. Not entirely sure why, but it spiraled on me. It was supposed to just be them talking and doing homework and Amy asking what his mom's name was, and instead I get…that. And it's almost 1650 words. O.o

Well, my imagination goes over board sometimes…This is one of those times. xP

I'll totally understand if you want to insult it, but please don't. Or be very nice about it. I'm tired (although it's only 12:15 in the afternoon my time), I just spent two hours with a bunch of kids, one of whom was a two-year-old who only wanted to be near me, I'm excited about tonight's episode, and to top it off, I'm sensitive. Even if you don't mean something as an insult, my brain sometimes takes it that way. o.O;

And I'm not entirely sure about the beginning, but hey. Whatever.

ANYway. Now that I'm done rambling, let me know what you thought?

EDIT: August 12, 2008: Found out Ben's mom's real name. Edited story to fit.