Amy's POV
Maybe this is wrong. Maybe it's right. But I really don't care. I know I love him and that's all that matters. You've loved someone before, right? Then you know how I feel.
Just looking into his deep, dark brown eyes, as he holds my son, our son, makes me feel like the sun is caressing my entire body to the point where I become numb. I just wanna run my hands through his soft, black hair and kiss him with as much force as my body can handle, just so he knows how much I love him.
That slut, Adrian, is in the way of my love for him though. I hate her. She keeps taking Ricky, my Ricky, from me. Why can't he understand that she's just using him to satisfy her sex addiction? I know I'm being a little selfish, but he needs to realize that she doesn't love him like I do. She never will.
I'm going to prove to him how much I love him. If only I knew a solution to that problem.
I guess I was smiling, because he just looked at me and smiled. John's asleep now, so he went and put him in his crib and then sat next to me on his apartment's sofa.
Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you. It's John's second weekend with Ricky and I didn't want John to leave me, so Ricky let me spend the night. Not that I'm complaining or anything.
I was flipping through his channels on his TV when he sat down next to me. I could feel his eyes burning through the side of my face, so I looked at him. "What are you staring at Ricky?" I asked, trying my best to cover up my likeness of his eyes on me. "Nothing." He said, still staring at me. "I know you Ricky. You want something. What is it?" I ask nicely. I hope he says he wants me. "It's nothing Amy, just keep watching TV." He says, and I look at him for just 5 more seconds before turning myself towards the television again.
A half hour has passed, and I feel myself getting tired. I guess Ricky noticed, because he asked if I wanted to go to bed. I just say no and keep watching TV. Fifteen more minutes pass before I feel my eyes shutting. By now, I'm laying my head on the sofa cushion. Ricky asks me again if I wanna go to sleep, but again I say I'm fine. Another ten minutes passes, and I feel someone lifting me up off of the sofa. "Ricky, put me down! I can walk to the room just fine." I say, even though I'm pretty sure if he does put me down, I'll fall flat on my face. He doesn't put me down though, and just carries me to his bedroom. I must tell you that I liked this carrying me thing he was doing, because I could have sworn I felt his hand on my ass like twice.
He finally reaches his room and lays me down on the bed. He starts towards the door with a pillow and blanket. He told my parents that he would give me and John his bedroom, while he slept on the sofa. I pouted on the inside when my parents agreed. He was just about to shut the door when I called out his name. "What Amy?" he asked, turning around. "Can you please sleep in the bed with me?" I say while secretly smirking inside my body. "Why?" he asks, confusion written all over his face. "Because I don't want to have to worry about making sure John's okay during the night all by myself." I lied. Okay, any smart person would know that wasn't the reason I wanted Ricky to stay with me, but he seemed to buy it. "Okay then." He says, before climbing into the bed with me. I smile.
"What are you smiling for?" he asks me. "Oh...umm...nothing." I say, trying to cover up my stupidity. It doesn't work. "You think I'm hot, don't you Amy?" he asks me, while also smiling with that sexy ass smirk of his. "No I don't." I said that too quickly. Now I really sound stupid. "Yes you do." He says. "No I don't Ricky." "Oh yes the hell you do Amy. I see it in your eyes." He's getting on my last nerve right now. "NO I DON'T!" I yell. Oh shit, I shouldn't have did that, because now John might wake up. I'm guessing Ricky was thinking the same thing as me because he told me to tone it down.
I hadn't even noticed until now that, through that whole argument, he was getting closer and closer to me. Now he is about 2 inches from my face. I'm so fighting my entire body right now so I don't kiss him. I feel his hot breath going down my neck. It makes my body tremble a little. He doesn't notice how much agony he is putting me in right now. Or maybe he does, but only because it's Ricky we're talking about.
I'm staring at him and he's staring at me. I don't know exactly why, but he and I begin to lean forward. Our lips are almost touching, when I hear John begin to cry. "I'll get him." Ricky says and instantly gets up from the bed and leaves the room. What the hell were we about to do?