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Ch. 1 Feeding John

It was a cold winter morning. Amy had just woken up to the sound of John's cries. She groaned as she got out of bed and her bare feet hit the cold floor. She hated getting up this early but it had become routine since John had been born. So much had changed since then.

As she made her way to the nursery she saw a note on the door from Anne. "Going Christmas shopping. Took the baby with us. Have fun with John!"

"Of course," Amy grumbled to herself. "Have fun. How am I supposed to have fun at 6 in the morning?" She couldn't believe her mom didn't even ask her to go, although she couldn't say she didn't blame her. She had been in a really bad mood lately. It wasn't really her fault though, she hadn't been able to get any sleep lately and Ricky for some reason hadn't been helping out as much. Then there was Ben. He had finally admitted to sleeping with that Italian girl and after that Amy couldn't even look at him. He had tried to call for a couple weeks but finally gave up when Amy threatened to call the police and file harassment.

She put the note down and walked into John's room. It turned out really nice. It was painted blue with white furniture. Her dad had redone it after she got so upset over Ashley getting a new room all to herself. She walked over to John's crib and picked him up. "Hey John, its ok, Mommy's here." She smiled at him while rocking him in her arms gently. It was so odd how no matter what kind of mood she was in just seeing John made her smile. Being a mom really was as great as they said. Maybe she was young but it had all turned out fine and she wouldn't give up John for anything. At that moment he started whimpering and squirming in her arms which usually meant he was hungry. "Ok John, hold on we will go get you some food."

She carried him down the stairs being careful not to trip with him. As she was turning the corner at the end of the stairs to walk to the kitchen she heard a knock on the door. She looked towards it curiously. 'Who in their right mind is up and knocking on people's doors this early?' Sighing, she went towards the door with John still in her arms. "Who is it?" she yelled right before she got there.

"I'm here to see John." The voice startled her. She hadn't been expecting him. He hadn't been around for several days and after hearing John ask dada everyday she was furious with him. How could you make your son miss you like that and not even care? Except she knew he cared. He cared for John more than anything else in his life. Sometimes she questioned whether he loved John more than she did but she knew he couldn't. She had carried him for nine months. They had a bond him and Ricky could never have. "Are you going to let me in or not?" his voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Dada!" John smiled.

"Hold on," she answered and opened the door with an irritated look on her face. "So you finally decided to come around, hm?"

"Look, I'm sorry I haven't been helping, I've just been really busy," he answered taking John from her.

"Busy enough to not see your son? How can you be that busy?"

"I just have ok? Look you know if it wasn't important I wouldn't have missed seeing him for anything."

She sighed knowing he was right. It had to be really important. She wanted to ask what it was but she knew she really had no right to ask and even if she did she seriously doubted he would tell her anyway. "Well, I was just about to feed him so bring him in the kitchen." With that she walked away into the kitchen and grabbed a jar of Gerber's Pears. After opening the jar and seeing that Ricky had placed John in his highchair she started to feed him. "So, how long are you staying?"

"I thought I'd stay all day, maybe spend the night since I haven't been around lately. I miss John and I figure you could use the sleep." He watched her feed John with a twinge of happiness that she and he shared the gift of parenthood. He was so lucky that she was a good mother, he seriously doubted Adriane would even want to keep the baby much less take care of it if he had gotten her pregnant. 'Wait, why am I comparing Amy and Adriane?' he questioned himself. Then he realized Amy never said anything about him staying. "It is ok if I stay, right?"

"It's just my parents are going to be gone all day and since they are Christmas shopping it could be really late when they get back," she glanced at him nervously. 'Why am I being so nervous… its Ricky. He's just…the father of my baby.'

"So it's not like I'll try anything. Come on Amy he is my son. I want to see my son."

She saw the pleading look in his eyes and couldn't help but give in. She could never resist that look. Ever. She looked at John and realized that look Ricky was giving her was how he got here. That one night at band camp. 'Haha, band camp. How cliché could we get?' she thought laughing to herself. "Fine, you can stay but you are sleeping on the couch."

"Fine. Thanks Amy, and I really am sorry I haven't been helping out. I swear I'll make it up to you."

"Ok. Well you can start now. John needs a bath and I have school work I need to catch up on so will you give him one?" she asked cleaning up the high chair and John's face the best she could.

"Sure, no problem. Come here John, come with daddy, let's get you cleaned up." He picked up John kissing him on his forehead and carrying him out of the kitchen towards the bathroom. "Have you been good? I hope you're not giving mommy too much trouble. She gets really tired and Daddy can't help all the time." John looked at him then smiled clapping his hands together. "That better be a yes," Ricky laughed and stepped into the bathroom.

Amy watched them walk away smiling at how good Ricky was with John. She never would have guessed he would be such a good father, but he was better than she could have asked for. She just wished she knew what was keeping him away so much now. It worried her that he wasn't telling her and she hoped it wasn't bad. 'Oh well, maybe he will tell me later. Now I have chemistry to work on. Ew,' and with that she stepped into the living room to get started.

A/N: I hope this is good and you like it! Please review! Next chapter is already planned out but if you have any ideas please let me know!