Well, this story takes place before My SLOTAT and Twilight cross over; it tells how Ricky and Amy got together.

Disclaimer; I do not own SLOTAT or the characters; I only own characters I make.

My mind raced, every time he is around, my breath becomes shallow . I just want to scream out, I love you. I was just to afraid to, after all I knew he didn't love me, he loved her. I knew that because, she kept reminding me. She only did that because I am the mother of his child and he was afraid, he would leave her for me.

A sigh rolled out from my lips as I rose up from my desk. Ricky will be here soon to see John.. My mind reminded me. I grabbed the brush off y child, why I loved him. I loved since the day we met, that one night at band camp. I just never my desk, and pushed it though my hair, attempting to make it look better from the frizzy mess it had been before I made my way into, John's and Robbie's nursery.

Weird my little brother was younger then my son… I wonder who would be the one bossing the other around when they get older.

"Hey John," I smiled, seeing he had waken from his nap.

"Mama," he said happily, his hands rising up to me.

I swiftly picked him up from his crib, holding him to my side.

"Hungry John?" I asked him.

John at me with, his brown eyes, that always looked so innocent, a smile pulled across his lips; it was exactly like Ricky's smile. It caused my heart to race. He was so much like his father, already- I just hoped he wouldn't be a sex addicted when he got older. "I hungry," John answered me.

"What do you want?" I asked, taking down to the kitchen and putting him in his high chair.

"Peas." He gave me the smile, him and Ricky shared.

Wow. That boy really liked his peas. Which was a good thing. I don't even like peas. I went over to the cabinet, grabbing the baby food, and then a spoon, before pulling a chair up beside John's highchair. As she began to feed him. Someone came though the door. She already knew it was Ricky. Did he even bother to knock anymore?

"John daddy is here." I heard Ricky shout, in a very cheerful voice.

"Dada," John chanted, forgetting about his food, as Ricky walked into the kitchen and over to us.

"Hey buddy," Ricky cooed, John raised his arms towards him.

I sighed, cleaning up John's baby food, as Ricky took him from the high chair.

"Has John been a good boy?" Ricky asked me.

"Yes, he is always a good boy." I replied, as I put the stuff in the sink, and leaned up against the counter, my gaze locking on Ricky and our son.

I watched Ricky, sit down on the chair I was originally sitting on, John now on his lap. John looked so much like Ricky; he had his grin, laugh but he still had the perfect combination between both of us. I watched him hold John many times, I would always compare there similarities and there differences. I even noticed Ricky start to change. He wouldn't go over to Adrian's anymore. Only on the weekends, he only wanted to spend time with his son, and do things with John and I. It made me feel like we were a real family, though me and him weren't a couple.

I wanted to be a couple. I wanted to be his, since band camp. I really didn't want to be with Ben, but I did love him, and still do but it's only a shadow of my old feelings towards him. He was now just my friend, he came over almost every night to see John; he loved John and glad he stayed by my side when I was pregnant with him. Most guys wouldn't do that.

I continued watching Ricky and our son. Ricky was bounce John on his knee, both were laughing. A smile tugged at the corners of my lips.

We soon moved, to the living room. Both me and Ricky played with John on the floor, with his blocks, then his toy cars.

"Vroom, vroom." Ricky, made the sounds of a reviving car, as he raced me with one John's cars. John watched us, laughing the whole time.

Time seemed to go by fast. We had put John to bed, leaving Ricky and me alone, since my parents had taken Robbie and Ashley to see Mimsy. I would of gone, but I have to study for exams.

"Amy can I talk to you?" Ricky asked, his infamous grin forming across his lips.

"Sure," I replied, surprised at how fast I answered.

Ricky lead me into my room and sat down on my bed. I wonder what he wanted to talk about, I bit down softly at my bottom lip as he patted the spot on my bed next to him. I sat down, crossed my legs and shifted my body to get a better look at him. "What did you want to talk about?"

Once looking over at me, he gave his infamous crooked grin. "About you and me."

My head cocked to the side. "What about you and me?" I asked, giving him a questioning look totally confused.

"Well." He bit his lip. "I love you. I've loved you since that day at band camp. I was so jealous of you and Ben. I never loved Adrian, I only told her I loved her to have sex with her; to take away the pain, of you being with Ben. Then Jimmy." His voice was low, his tone nervous. His eyes fell to the floor, I could tell he was afraid of what I was going to say.

I loved him also. I've loved him to. I opened my mouth, but he held a finger up, keeping me from speaking. I sighed.

But before I knew it, his lips where pressing to mine, his arms sliding around my waist. I pressed my lips to his, wrapping my arms around his neck.

The feeling of his lips against, felt perfect, and sent a shock though my body, the same shock I felt with out first kiss.

Review.