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He kept a picture of her in his wallet. RickyAmy

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Ricky gave her that know-it-all-I'm-oh-so-charming smirk he was well known for. Amy smiled back to him. "Are you ready to take John home?"

"Yeah, got his stuff?"

She tucked a piece of her brown hair behind her ear, "Here it is. Do you need anything else?"

He watched her watching him. He nodded down to the table where two packets of pictures were laying. Picture day had come and gone at the school and everyone who bought their pictures had picked them up earlier that day. "How'd your picture turn out?"

Amy stuttered a sound of surprise and embarrassment as the father of her child bent down to pick up her set of pictures. She moved closer to him to try to get the packet away from him.

"Ricky, give me those back! I look horrible!"

Ricky laughed as he maneuvered the pictures out of Amy's reach. He made his way to the kitchen where they kept a pair of scissors, removing one of the sheets of wallet sized ones he snipped one off and tucked it into his wallet.

"Hey, where are you?" Ricky scooped the pictures back into the packet and handed them back to Amy as she walked through the kitchen doorway.

"Here you go. John's stuff is by the door right?"

She nodded blankly at him, clearly caught off guard by the quick change of subject. Amy watched Ricky walk back through the house to pick up their son and the bag of baby things and open the door.

"And by the way Amy, you look good in those pictures. I hope you don't mind that I took one."

"Why would you need one?" Amy asked as she followed him out the door and watched as he placed John in the car seat.

Ricky shrugged as he closed the door and gave her another smirk, "because you're the mother of my child? Because we're friends? Don't worry about the reason I just wanted one."

Amy folded her arms, "Okay…"

"I'll see you on Sunday to drop off John."

"Bye, love you John!"

XXX

Ricky sighed as his son settled down to sleep. He flipped open his wallet to look at the picture he had stolen earlier that day. It was nothing new that Amy was a pretty girl, even though she wasn't as beautiful as Adrian or some of the other girls he had run around with. There was something different about her, besides the fact that she was the mother of his child.

He never could figure out what made her different from the others, but having her picture in his wallet seemed right, even though Ben would be beyond pissed if he ever found out about the picture. The boy was too spoiled and jealous for his own good.

The pretty boy smiled as he flipped the wallet closed and put it back in his pocket, leaving his private mystery of where Amy fell into his life in the back of his mind. Ricky would figure it out later anyway.

Review please.

I love Ricky and Amy together and the recent episodes inspired this piece in me, hope you liked.