AN/: Hey guys, this is the first fanfiction I've ever gotten the nerve to post on here. I've been a reader for 8 years but have never gained the courage to actually write and post. If you absolutely hate it, tell me. If you love it, tell me! I'm excited to see where this goes and I hope you are, too.

A few things: Reamy is endgame in this one, so if that's not your thing, here is your warning. I don't not like Karma, but I also think she's kind of a bitch, but whatever. She will be in the story later on, just not very much at the beginning. The way I'm kind of crafting this story is how I think MTV could have spiced things up. But I get it, one issue at a time. The time period in which everything is laid out was hard for me to write so I just did my best at guessing based on episodes of season 1 and season 2a. Oh! And the rating of this story is a tentative M, just for future chapters that may contain explicit content.

On with the story!

It started the way most of her dreams had recently. The feverish kissing, the quiet snap of her bra being taken off with expert ease, the coiling of her stomach muscles when she unraveled beneath…Liam. And then the incessant blare of the alarm going off. Seriously, what the fuck was she thinking when she set that tone. And why the fuck does she keep having dreams about the thing with Liam?

"Good morning, Shrimps." She could feel Reagan's breath against her neck and it made her shiver. Snuggling deeper into the blankets, Reagan's arms, and if she's being honest, the warmth, because yeah, it was hot outside (this was Texas, people!), but dammit, did it have to be 65 degrees inside? Amy wasn't entirely sure her mother or Bruce knew how to work the thermostat, so here she was, freezing her toes off. Reagan never seemed to mind, though; she let Amy put her cold feet against her own warm calves and she didn't even complain.

"I love you," Amy blurted out while lacing her and Reagan's fingers together, fingers that had been entirely too busy in the last 12 hours to do anything but…that. Yeah, that. Amy felt a blush creep up her chest and face and let herself grin cheekily.

I love you.

That was new. That had surprised them both one night when Amy had accompanied Reagan at a DJ event in Dallas. There was no alcohol, no weed, nothing to be under the influence of, par suggestion from Reagan. She was spinning a new track and Amy was dancing lamely next to her, purposely trying to be a dork and get Reagan to laugh, something Amy loved to do, when suddenly Amy smiled and said those three words.

I love you. Reagan had opened and closed her mouth a total of three times before a spark flashed through her eyes and the corners of her lips twitched up. "I love you, too." Silence. "I love you, Amy Raudenfeld."

Ever since that night, Amy couldn't stop saying it. She would say it to herself while showering. "I love you, Reagan Guerra. I love you, Rea. I love Reagan Bailey Guerra and I don't care who knows!" Lauren had walked in on that one and totally embarrassed the fuck out of her.

"If Reagan's in that shower with you, so help me God." She smirked when Amy shrieked a little and then walked out. She didn't really care, she was just glad it wasn't Karma's name Amy was addicted to.

"I love you, too, baby," Reagan whispered into the shell of Amy's ear, bringing the blonde back to reality. "I love you so much." Amy turned in the bed, tangled up in the brunette's arms, blankets, and warmth, and pressed a small kiss to Reagan's lips. The kiss deepened as Amy moved to straddle her girlfriend, placing her hands on either side of Reagan's pillow.

"As much as I want to continue this, you have school, and I have to go to work. Big party for Liam's parents today, remember?" Reagan chuckled at the disturbed look Amy's face contorted to upon hearing his name.

"Hey, I didn't sleep with him, so…" Reagan laughed harder when Amy playfully smacked her bare chest and shot down a glare.

"Don't remind me." Amy sat up and crossed her arms over her donut shirt clad torso and really thought about it. The it. The dream. "Seriously, don't remind me." She shuddered visibly.

There weren't really any secrets between Reagan and Amy. The older brunette was the first person in Amy's life who never made her feel awkward about anything. Besides, well, Karma. But since Karma and Amy weren't currently speaking, it was Reagan. And she was so glad it was.

It had been exactly one month since Reagan and Amy had been official. Even on Facebook, and Amy's mother had even liked the life event.

Reagan Guerra is in a relationship with Amy Raudenfeld. April 5th, 2014. 418 likes. Amy had never gotten more than 20 likes on anything, besides the picture of her and Karma kissing while they were "dating," but she was positive that didn't count.

So, it had been exactly one month since they became official, official, making it almost two months since Liamgate. The dreams started about three weeks ago, and she was absolutely fucking done having them.

"Why do you think I keep having the dream?" Amy whined from her position on the bed. She was watching Reagan braid her hair effortlessly. Seriously, how was she so perfect?

"The Liam dream?" Reagan didn't have to ask, but she did anyway.

"Yes, the Liam dream. I don't get it. For five weeks, no dreams, but now? It's like, every damn night. I don't get it." Reagan picked her white cater waiter top up from the floor and buttoned it up. Turning to the mirror to fix her collar, she locked eyes with Amy and smiled.

"I don't know, babe. It's just a dream, I'm sure they'll stop soon." Amy shrugged, clearly still miffed about the weirdness of it all.

"I love you," Amy hopped up from the bed and closed the distance between the brunette and herself. "I love you, and I thank you for putting up with my Liamgate dreams." Reagan turned in her arms and placed a kiss on Amy's forehead.

"I love you too, Shrimp Girl. Now, get ready and I'll meet you downstairs." And with that, Reagan twirled out of Amy's grasp and sauntered into the hallway to the bathroom to brush her teeth, where Amy could hear the polite (and hello, fucking weird!) morning exchanges between Lauren and her girlfriend. Those two got along exceptionally well, but Amy would be lying if she said it didn't please her.

After pulling on jeans and deciding that they made her feel confined, she opted for her favorite cropped cargo capris and loose knit sweater…thing Farrah had gotten her for Christmas. It was comfy and casual and so Amy. Running a brush through her hair and squeezing toothpaste onto her toothbrush, Amy heard Lauren call to her.

"Amy, check and see how many tampons are left. I think we're running low and I need to tell Farrah to pick some up if we are."

Amy bent down, toothbrush still in her mouth, and checked under the sink for the stash. Full as can be. Pads, tampons, the whole nine yards. Spitting the toothpaste into the sink, Lauren came into view in the mirror.

"Did you hear me? I asked if…" Amy cut her off by swinging the cabinet door open again.

"Oh. Didn't you just have your period though?" Amy thought for a second. Yeah, for like a day or two.

"Yeah, it only lasted like, two days. I don't know, I didn't really even use anything. Come on, we're gonna be late." Amy brushed past Lauren, down the stairs to the kitchen where Reagan was leaning against the island, sipping coffee and looking outside. Amy grabbed her waist from behind and giggled at the jump her actions eluded from Reagan.

"Okay, everyone ready?" Reagan asked as Lauren descended the stairs. "Onward march!" Amy rolled her eyes, grabbed a muffin from the counter, and followed Lauren outside to Reagan's truck.

The drive to school was filled with aimless chatter about prom (from Lauren), student government (again, Lauren), and if you guessed Lauren also babbled about Shane's upcoming "end of the school year" party, you'd be right. Reagan and Amy tuned her out, however, sharing glances and small smiles, Reagan's left hand resting on Amy's thigh the whole while, drawing swirls and hearts across the fabric of her pants that left Amy feeling high from the sheer emotion of it all.

"You two are sickening." Lauren said with a small smirk. She really liked Reagan, and honestly, it wasn't even about the fact she wasn't Karma, though it didn't hurt. Reagan was nice. She was polite with Farrah and Bruce, and she even taught Lauren how to French braid her own hair. And she treated Amy like a princess. Lauren's smirk turned into a full-fledged smile when she thought about that. After Karma broke Amy's heart, Lauren was quite protective of her sister. Step sister. Whatever. Either way, family is family, and that meant something to Lauren.

"Okay, kiddies, out of the truck you go." Reagan pulled into the loop at Hester and put her truck in park to let Amy and Lauren out.

"Thanks for the ride, Rea." Lauren waved and skipped off to find Theo, her new boy…well, her new friend. She was still working on that one.

"I love you." Amy lost track of how many times she said that this morning, but she didn't care. The smile that crept onto Reagan's face each time was more than enough to keep her saying it forever.

"I love you, more, Amy." Reagan cupped the blonde's cheeks in her hands and kissed her slowly, just barely deepening the kiss before pulling away and looking into Amy's eyes.

"Have a good day, text me when you're done at work," Amy spoke softly. She kissed Reagan again, two short and quick pecks before grabbing up her satchel style bag and scooting out of the truck. She waved and watched longingly as Reagan drove off. When she revved the engine, Amy snorted out a laugh and turned to find Shane walking up to her excitedly.

"Tell me you're coming." He stopped her in her tracks and smiled wide. Which was sort of creepy and definitely too much for 8 am.

"Okay, one, stop that." Shane rolled his eyes and dropped the cheesy grin. "And two, coming to what?"

"My party!" Shane practically screamed. Amy spun on the quad to face him again and glared. "Someone's grouchy this morning. I saw Reagan drop you off, so what's with the attitude?"

"Nothing. I'm sorry." Amy pouted a bit. "I'm just still having the fucking dreams about the, thing." She whispered the last part. Shane nodded in understanding. Along with Reagan, Amy also told every bit about her life to Shane. She wasn't sure when that started, but was leaning toward somewhere between the time she came out for real to Shane and the night she slept with Liam because of Karma breaking her heart. Yeah, somewhere in there Shane had become one of her best friends, and is a huge reason why she and Reagan were even together. She genuinely enjoyed his company.

"Are you and Karma still avoiding each other?" His question was answered when Karma and Liam began to walk towards them until Amy and the redhead made eye contact and Amy grabbed Shane by the arm and turned the opposite way.

"I guess so, huh?" Amy sighed deeply.

"Everything changed when I told her about Liam." She hadn't really expected it to not be weird, or even for Karma to not be mad, but seriously, it had been almost six weeks. Karma had moved past being mad at Amy; no more glares down the hallway, no more daggers shot her way. This was worse, way worse, because at this point, Karma wouldn't even look at Amy anymore. It was as if she didn't exist. Fuck, she thought. If only we had never fucking faked it to begin with, I wouldn't be in this situation. She sort of smiled at that thought. Though, if I had never kissed Karma, I wouldn't have realized anything and I wouldn't have Reagan, or Shane, or hell, even Lauren. She shook her head to clear her mind when she realized Shane was still talking to her.

"Yeah, but now there aren't any secrets, Aimes." Shane's calm voice brought her back to reality. She did like that there weren't any secrets. That was true.

"You slept with Liam, but it's over with. You never have to deal with it again." Amy locked arms with him as they walked off to their shared English class.

Somewhere in between Mrs. Rosling's lecture on British lit and Amy's last bite of muffin, she felt her stomach start to churn. I literally made these just yesterday. Amy paled and turned to a confused Shane who was staring at her with a funny look. Her whole body had gone stiff and apparently he could tell.

Raising her hand and pointing to the door, Mrs. Rosling nodded without ceasing in her speech and Amy barely made it out of the room and down the hall before the contents of her stomach emptied themselves into the trashcan near her locker. What the fuck is wrong with me?

Slumping down against the wall, she placed a hand to her forehead and wiped off the thin layer of sweat that had appeared. She pulled out a piece of gum and her phone from her pocket and popped the gum in her mouth and scrolled through her calendar aimlessly.

Wait.

May 5th. The last period she got was February 27th. But she had gotten one in March, right? And then there was April. It only lasted two days, and she had only needed a liner, but it still counted. Right?

She felt her stomach lurch again at the thought that struck her like a hammer to a nail. There is no way. I can't…I'm not…

She couldn't bring herself to finish that last one. She closed her eyes and silently willed that she just had a stomach virus. She couldn't actually be pregnant, not with Liam fucking Booker's kid.

Right?

She wasn't sure anymore.