"Never Gonna Be Alone"
Chapter II: "Home Is Where The Heart Is"
"Home, sweet home," Amy sighed as she opened the door, walking into her bedroom. "You ready to go to sleep, John?" She smiled, looking down at her son whom she held in her arms. But the small child merely yawned and nestled his head against his mother.
"Yeah, me too." Amy set down her bag and walked out towards the nursery, "you had a big day--a big weekend, huh?"
She opened the door and cradled her sleeping son to gently place him in his crib. "You got to spend your first weekend with daddy, your first birthday party, and your first wedding." John turned slightly, causing Amy to smile subtly.
As she looked down at her son, Amy was filled with a sense of peace and calmness, knowing in her heart that John was in good hands.
"You have a good daddy, John." Amy spoke softly, caressing the child's cheek as he continued to sleep peacefully, "I hope I'm a good mommy."
Amy suddenly recalled something Ricky had once said to her, something that she held dear. She closed her eyes and heard him say, "When everything else is bad in our lives, at least we got him, huh?"
Amy opened her eyes, exhaling softly. "We have you, John. We love you."
From within the apartment, through the still silence the sound of a key clicking could be heard. Suddenly the dark space was filled with light as Ricky opened the door and stepped into his home. He reached over and flipped the light switch, illuminating the room around him. He set his keys down on the table and sighed as he took off his jacket, placing it on the back of a chair.
He made his way into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water, sitting down comfortably at his table. For a short while Ricky merely sat silent, staring down at the wooden structure in front of him; the only sound was the profound ticking of a clock as it penetrated the silence of the room.
It was moments like this that Ricky despised. He hated being by himself, feeling alone; his mind left to wonder about what might be happening in the lives of others outside his apartment. Beneath all of the lonely feelings was a sense of desperation. Ricky missed his son--spending time with him. It never occurred to him that before he laid eyes on that beautiful baby he could ever care about someone that much. But he did, that child was a piece of him, and the young man felt very strongly about his son. And now that he had full custody for weekends it made the feelings worse. Ricky enjoyed spending time alone with John, and now that he was alone, unable to see his smiling face it only pained the troubled teen more.
He smirked slightly, reminiscing of the recent memories they had just experienced together. And Ricky remembered something he had once said to Amy, something that he believed in his heart: no matter any troubles that life may bring, they have their son.
Ricky rested his hands on the table, looking over at a picture he had just taken of himself and John that weekend, "I love you, son."
Ben stood solemnly in his room, staring towards the wall, a look of depression plastered across his face. The steady sound of the dial tone emitted from the earpiece of his phone, again and again it sounded.
She wasn't picking up.
"Hey, it's Amy--" the voice mail recording was cut off as Ben snapped his phone shut.
"Damn it."
A/N:
Thus far the chapters are relatively short but as the story continues I plan to extend them in length. Hope you enjoy =].