A/N: I'm going to try and update more often because I really want to push this story forward; it's going on 3 years since I began to write this and it feels like it's been far too long to keep dragging it out. As of right now there are 24 chapters planned out, this is chapter 10 so I need to get on the ball and start writing 14 chapters lol.

As many of you remember Season 5 was a terrible time for the Ramy fans, everything was just falling apart one lie after another until finally the show turned so terrible even I contemplated changing channels (Yes guys, that's a HUGE deal for me- die hard since the pilot fan right here) Anyway, If you've ever spoken with many of the fans, you'll know that Anne was a big hate factor throughout S4 and S5 (especially for me- I HATED ANNE!) so I'm letting all you lovely readers know that my feelings about Anne will be reflected in this chapter.( I can't stand how some people hold Anne to a high praise when in reality she hated basically everyone and her S4 storyline was total BS!)

Now that I've gotten all of that off my chest…please enjoy this chapter.

"Granpa!" John shouted loudly, standing on his tip toes behind the curtains to peer out the window.

George was sitting in the kitchen reading the newspaper. "Yes, John?" he replied back taking a sip of the coffee from the mug in front of him.

John ran into the kitchen, slipping slightly on a small puddle of water left by Moose's water bowl. "Wobbie here!" his index finger pointed to the back door. "Gramma and Wobbie is here!"

The back door opened revealing the visitors. "No" George laid his newspaper down.

"Oh yes." Anne removed Robbie from her hip and placed him on his feet; the boys scurried off into the living room. "Where are they?" she questioned.

Before he could respond, Nora and Margret stepped inside the door. "No"

"It's nice to see you too, George" Margret said, laying her purse on the counter.

His eyes went to Nora, "did you do this?" Nora nodded slowly, lips pursed. "Oh. Nice. What is this, gang up on me day?"

Nora chuckled "George, we're not ganging up on you."

"Uh yeah you kinda are. I mean look at you. You all stormed over here together with some very unpleasant looks on your faces." He paused for a moment, "You didn't tell them did you?" he questioned her.

"Tell us what George" Margret started.

"That Amy and Ricky ran off and got married?" Anne finished. A cry erupted from the other room "I'm going to put Robbie down for a nap, but this isn't over." she scolded before walking out of the kitchen.

Margret drew back a chair and sat down. Her eyes were like orbs piercing his soul. "So George do you know something we don't?"

"No." George deadpanned. John walked back into the kitchen with Moose at his side.

"Ok then. I guess we'll all just wait here for Ricky and Amy to get home- together."

Eyes growing wide with dread, he snapped on Moose's leash; patting the dog's head. "Run!" He mouthed to John before bolting out the back door.

"He knows something" Nora stated.

"He sure does…" Margret replied.

The smooth covers shifted slightly as Ricky rolled over onto his back. Taking in the bright sunlight coming in from the window, he smiled at the ceiling before rolling over to his other side. Amy lay next to him, her hand lying by her head, a piece of hair covering her face. Reaching slowly, he brushed the strand behind her ear; his touch causing her eyes to open. Taking in the sight of him, "Good morning" she smiled through a soft whisper.

"Good morning" he smiled back. "What time is it?"

Reaching for the phone lying underneath the pillow, "Almost 11" a worried expression crossed her face. "Oh no"

"What?"

"Did you read your phone?"

"No… why…" she pulled the phone in front of his face; the screen reading "SOS. Mothers in kitchen. Stay put!"

Ricky shot up, pulling his body to rest against the headboard. "We have to go."

"Nooo we don'ttt" Amy whined in protest, sighing as she scooted closer onto his side of the bed.

"Yes we do. We can't leave dad and John in the house with those women all day."

"Did you just say dad?"

"Did I?" she nodded, "Oh. Well he is a dad to me now"

"How sweet." She blushed "does that mean we can stay?"

He smiled, "Nope"

"Oh come onnn, we haven't slept in since we had John!"

"Um yes we have. You slept in when you were in New York for 4 weeks."

"You slept in when you were with me!"

"Actually we stayed up all night talking…"

"Oh, right." Amy chuckled, "can we pleassee stay? We'll probably never have a nice room like this again or be able to sleep in ever again and we don't have to leave…not yet…" her nails drug across his back; gliding in small strides down his sides- a bargaining tactic he knew all too well.

"Alright" Ricky gave in, "We'll stay a little longer, if that's what you want."

"That's what I want" she declared meeting her lips to his when he leaned in to kiss her. "It's just I am not ready to go back to my house and confront everyone. Part of the reason I wanted to elope is because I am tired of everyone always getting into our business."

"Yeah well" He took her hand in his. "Think of it as that's the price you pay for being in a family."

"Yeah but we should make our own decisions."

"Since the first decision we made together led to us having John… there's more involvement then there would have been had things gone differently."

"Yeah well if things had gone differently, I doubt we'd be here, and this happy."

"We might." He smiled. "And that's not the point. Point is I love you Amy and I love John and I love our little family and I'm so happy to get to be with you for the rest of our lives."

Their lips connected. "I know" She exhaled loudly. "I love you too. It's just that… since we made that first decision by ourselves we've grown up a lot and I'd like us to make all our decisions from this point on by ourselves, without any of our parents being involved."

"Well this was your father's idea"

"Hey and mine too. I was the one who decided we should run off!"

"Yeah well he kind of made it happen. It's not always a bad thing to have our parents involved."

Amy nodded hesitantly, "Should we tell everyone about the…you know…baby?"

"I don't know." Ricky admitted, "I mean I want to but it seems like a bit much you know?" her brow rose at him, shrugging "but… we're gonna have to tell them eventually"

"Ugh do we have to?" she whined "Can't we just hide out in our apartment for the next 8 months?"

"As appealing as that sounds, no. We have to tell them eventually, Amy"

"I know."

He got up from the bed, tousling his bed head curls. "Now c'mon, a room full of angry women awaits us."

She hurled a pillow at him, hitting him square in the side of the head before tossing her body across the mattress dramatically. "Ughhhhh!" Chuckling, he threw the pillow back, hitting her in the boob.

"What are you thinking about?" Ricky asked, watching her stare out the window.

"Any possible way to flee the country without being noticed." Amy stated, switching a button on the radio.

The gravel crunched under the tires as the car made its way up the inclined driveway.

"I'll get the door. I'll get the door." The driver's side door opened as he sprinted out of it to open her door.

She stepped out, pushing the hair from her face. "Ughh that's Margret's car!" letting out a groan while adjusting her blouse.

"And that's your mother's car so I guess they're all still here. So just take a deep breath and-"

"Hey you're back!" Ethan sprinted out the passenger side of Margret's gold Nissan, "where you been? The women in there are restless!"

Ricky sighed, "Oh no…"

"Oh yes. Get in there and tell them what you did before they kill each other, and George!"

"You ready for this?" Ricky asked Amy, taking her hand.

She nodded lightly, "It's now or never, I guess."

"Good Luck. I'll remain right here." Ethan chirped, taking a seat back inside the car.

The kitchen door creaked open. Cautiously stepping inside, George met them at the door. "Whatever the two of you did I had nothing to do with it"

Hearing a sound coming from the kitchen, Nora ran into the room with Margret following. "Ahh they're here!" Their feet bounced in excitement "wait, don't say anything until everyone is in here" smiling from ear to ear.

"Everyone is here" George stated

"Someone needs to get Anne; she's feeling very sensitive about being left out lately." Nora replied

"Well go get her! Someone please go get Anne! I'm dying to hear the announcement!" Margret shouted

"Where is she?" he asked

"She's in the garage."

George's expression changed before yanking out the back door, knocking Ricky into Amy. Instinctively, her hand went to protect the small bump of her stomach. He yanked his hands out of his pockets to do the same.

Thinking nothing of the sight before her Margret grinned, "We are so happy for you."

"Thank you Margret." Amy smiled sweetly.

"What is taking so long?" Margret tapped the table with her nails, annoyed.

Ricky leaned against the counter, "I don't know. But while we're waiting I'll tell Ethan it's safe."

"Is he still sitting in the car?" Nora asked

"If he hasn't sold it" Margret replied.

"Why couldn't you just leave him at home?"

"What would be the lesson in that? The lesson in this is since he can't be trusted he goes everywhere, with me."

"Where's dad? Shouldn't he be here?"

"Should he?" Margret asked her son with a smile. "He's at a medical convention and he's waiting to hear from me and I can't wait much longer to hear the big news from you." He smiled back.

"Come on just tell us!" Nora urged, "we'll act surprised when you tell Anne and George."

George and Anne walked through the door, annoyance in their expressions. "Oh nice, Nora."

"Can we do this now?"

"Ashley and Toby, they're- they're sleeping together!" Anne blurted out.

"Right now…" Ricky asked, scrunching up his face.

"Wait, Ashley's home?" Amy questioned.

George nodded. "Apparently her and her new bed buddy got back last night."

"But I thought her and Toby had been doing it for a while now?"

Margret interrupted. "Please can we discuss Ashley and Toby some other time, we've been waiting all day, speak!"

"Nope first I wanna speak." George declared

"Do you have to?" Anne asked rolling her eyes.

"Wednesday night" he spoke, putting his face up to Anne's, "I offered to babysit John if Ricky and Amy wanted to go get married. And I offered to pay for that, for them to elope, stay at a hotel, whatever they wanted to do." She punched him in the arm. "Oww!" he yelped. "They ran off and got married, why am I the one getting hit!" Anne's response was to slap him. "Ow!"

"Alright" Ricky stated "time for Amy and me to say what we want to say."

"No I'm not done yet. And I don't want anyone saying anything to either one of you for doing the right thing. I'm proud of you. I'm proud of you both. And I was proud of you Amy when you went right back to school after John was born." Ricky smiled at Amy sweetly. "And you caught up with all your classes and you took that job at the nursery and when you took responsibility for raising your son. You're a good mother; and Ricky… I never thought I'd be saying this to you but you're a good father." Amy placed her hand on Ricky's shoulder, giving it a small squeeze.

"And you're a good man. A lot of men in your situation not only don't take care of the kid, they don't take care of the mother who takes care of the kid. And we've always loved you Amy even when you got pregnant we still loved you. And we love you now." George and Anne both nodded.

"Dad I love you too" Amy whispered to her proud father.

"I'm not done here." George went on. "We love you Ricky. And we love your son and our grandson. We're family. All of us here are family and as cuckoo a family as we are, we love each other." His eyes wen to the women sitting at the table; "Yeah Margret I even love you, and you Nora, and Anne. And as much as we've all screwed up we still manage to make a couple of good human beings. And that's about as much as any parent could hope for."

"Thank you, the end." Nora interjected

"Yeah the end" Anne chuckled, "Maybe one of us would like to speak?"

George crossed his arms in front of him. "I don't want anyone to say anything to these two great people. Amy and Ricky it takes guts to make a commitment even if you did it in secret. So we missed the wedding, so what? This isn't about us. This is about them- Ricky and Amy- and I'm sorry if you think I did the wrong thing but I don't. My Amy deserves to be married, she deserves to have a husband, and John deserves to have married parents." With his speech concluded he shrugged, "So?"

All eyes shifted in their direction; the attention now focused solely on them. "We…" Drawing in a large breath, Amy bit her lip. "…got married…" Smiles graced both their faces as they held up their ringed hands together.

Everyone was gathered at the table in the dining room; their plates stacked with the food George had secretly been preparing all day.

"Daddy I full" John told his father, placing his uneaten lunch back on the plate in front of him.

Ricky shook his head, "You're not done yet" picking up the half eaten hamburger patty threatening to fall off the bun and placing it up to John's mouth. "Take two more big boy bites and then you can be done." Obeying his dad, John took two more big bites of his lunch. "Thank you" Ricky said to his son who squirmed off his lap to go play.

Amy reached over "I'll eat it" taking the remainder of the hamburger and putting it on her plate; licking the dripping the barbeque sauce off her finger. Taking a bite, she looked down with disgust at the red substance sitting on top of the hamburger patty- completely forgetting that John ate ketchup. The bile rose quickly in her throat, making her feel sick. "I'll be right back" she told the group, placing the meat back on the plate before going towards the hallway bathroom and locking the door.

Everyone's eyes traveled with her, the looks on their faces questionable. Feeling uncomfortable, Ricky scooted his chair away from the table and went to check on Amy.

"What's that about?" Margret asked George.

"Who knows" he answered through a mouthful of food.

5 minutes later they returned to the dining room. "We should go" Ricky said, placing his hand on the back of his chair.

"No!" Nora shouted, "You can't leave before dessert!"

"And… we want to hear all about you two" Margret stated.

"Sure do!" George piped up, placing another piece of barbeque on his plate. "Sit and eat."

Amy sighed, "Actually dad, I'm just going to lie down. It's been a long day" leaving the room to lie on the couch.

"I'll just go… color with John or… something" Ricky looked at everyone sitting at the table before following Amy's lead into the living room.

"Something is defiantly up with those two" Nora inquired, shoveling another mound of potato salad onto her fork.

"You could be right" Margret agreed, "but what?"

Anne glared in the living room's direction. Watching as Ricky took a seat next to Amy, smiling down on her when she put her head in his lap. Her hand was careful, tracing various things into the fabric of Ricky's jeans with her finger. His hand rested against her ribs, patting gently.

Clearing her throat, Anne stood up, popping her head in the hallway, "Amy could you come help me in the kitchen for a second?"

Having been disturbed from the comfort of Ricky's lap, Amy sighed; meeting her mother in the kitchen. "What?"

Anne was piling dishes (to be washed later) in the sink neatly. "Amy, can I ask you something?"

"Sure" she replied, "go ahead"

Anne's eyes were stern; looking at her daughter's shifting posture. Her gaze traveled to Amy's feet, the black flats she always wore bulged slightly, indicating more pressure was expanding the shoes.

Amy shifted her feet, uncomfortable by the weight of her mom's stares; avoiding her eyes when her mom's pupils started to enlarge. She knew.

Anne's eyes began to enlarge staring intensely at her daughters face, noticing how her eyes kept cutting to the living room, where Ricky was. "Amy…" she whispered, "Are you-…?"

Amy interrupted, fearing what she would say next. "I- I really should be getting back to- to John." She turned on her heels back to the safety of her husband and son. Anne stared angrily when she bolted out of the kitchen.

"Everything alright?" Ricky asked, noting the uneasy expression on his wife's face.

"No" she deadpanned, taking his arm and laying it around her chest.

He didn't have time to ask her why when Anne stormed into the living room. "Amy!" she yelled, getting everyone's attention from the dining room. "Amy!" Amy stayed silent; fearing the look on her mother's angered face. "Amy Juergens!"

Everyone had migrated into the hallway waiting to hear what was going to happen next. "You might as well come in here, all of you" Anne spat, noticing their shifting shadows. "You're not going to want to miss this."

The four sets of feet shuffled into the room slowly. "What's going on?" George asked Nora in a hushed tone. Nora shrugged her shoulders, taking a sip from the water bottle in her palm. "Any ideas?"

Anne's foot tapped impatiently, crossing her arms tightly into her chest. She turned slightly to face the eager crowd of family members. "Amy's PREGNANT!" she yelled, making everyone's eyes grow huge.

Nora reacted first, choking on her water and coughing violently.

Margret's hand went to her mouth, "oh my…"

"What!" George blurted

Ethan smirked, "I knew it!" Everyone's attention turned his way, "what?"

Ricky tightened his grip on Amy's shoulders; craning their heads to look at their bewildered family. "Surprise…" they spoke together quietly, the smiles on their faces uneasy.

It turned dead silent for a few minutes. All eyes were focused on them. Nobody dared to breathe or even blink.

Not being able to take much more of the uncomfortable silence surrounding the small space, Ricky stood up. "Okay. Somebody say something" Amy stood next to him a second later.

Nora and Margret both stepped towards them. Nora's arms braced Amy tightly in a hug. "Congratulations!" she smiled. Margret kissed Ricky's cheek, patting his back in her gentle way. George stood unmoving against the wall, eyes frozen in shock.

Seeing the outpouring of happiness, Anne stood steaming; her red hair matching how she felt inside. "I can't believe this!" she threw her arms in the air, stomping into the kitchen.

Amy broke free of Nora's grasp, apologizing as she made her way to her mom. "Mom I know what you're going to say-"

"I shouldn't be surprised." Anne stated. "I knew this was going to happen if you got engaged. I knew it." Her tone turned cold. "That's why I hated the idea of from the start."

"Mom…"

"You're too young for all of this, what were you thinking?" Amy shrugged sheepishly, fighting back a tear threatening to spill onto her cheek. "You let him turn you into a whore!" Anne boomed, putting a hand to her face.

Swallowed the lump forming in her throat, Amy rose her brow in anger. "Last time I checked… being with one man doesn't make you a whore!" she muttered. "I'm happy mom. Ricky…he's happy. He's excited about being able to be a part of this pregnancy"

"He wasn't there at all for you when you were pregnant with John; you think that's going to change now? Regardless if you're married to him or not, he's still the same Ricky who knocked you up at 15!"

"No he's not! He's changed!" Amy protested "Yeah I know he wasn't there when I was pregnant with John, and he feels terrible about it. You don't know what he feels! I love him. He's my husband and a great father and no matter what bull shit you spit at me about him, he's the best guy I could ask for!" she took a deep breath, "accidents happen mom, this was an accident."

Anne shook her head in disbelief, "It's not an accident when you willingly jump into bed with him! Band camp was considered an accident. This is just you two being the irresponsible teenagers you've always been!"

"We were responsible! We took all the precautions! It just… happened."

"This family supported you! We supported you because we loved you! We all have sacrificed so much for both of you! And this is what we get? This is what I get? Gosh Amy!"

"Why are you yelling at me?" Amy's voice rose. "You had another baby. You had Robbie!"

Anne rolled her eyes "Oh don't go there. I was a lot older then you when I had Robbie."

"Like that matters!" Amy crossed her arms over her chest, "take a look into the mirror at yourself, mom. At least I don't have to question the paternity of my baby!" she spat.

Anne's eyes turned to daggers, narrowing viciously; lips pursed in a tight line. "I won't support you and Ricky's latest screw-up. I'm sorry. I won't."

"Is this the screw-up" she asked, "… or am I…" her voice cracked.

"You." Anne muttered. "That's all you do is make mistake after mistake. I'm done bailing you out; stop being so irresponsible for once, both of you!"

"Fine…" Amy squeaked; chin wobbling while tears pooled themselves all around her eyes. Grabbing the purse from the counter it was placed on, she yanked on the handle of the door, slamming it hard behind her.

George and Ricky ran into the room, their eyes angry. "What the hell did you do?"

"Oh don't start in George. I spoke the truth!"

"Anne, didn't you see her? She ran out crying!"

"She did that to be dramatic. It's always 'poor little Amy' with her!"

"That's enough." Ricky muttered barely audible, causing both George and Anne look at him.

"What?"

"I said that's enough! Look you can say whatever you want about me, but when you start attacking my wife and my family… that's where you've crossed a line."

"I don't think I have. This is my house Ricky, and I don't appreciate disrespect in MY house!"

"Be that as it may, you had no right to disrespect Amy like that! She's your daughter, Anne. How could you say those things to your own daughter?"

"It didn't mean to come out that way, alright?"

"But it did, Anne! And you can't take any of what you said back" George snapped angrily.

"How are you so okay with all of this?"

"Who said I was okay with it? I don't know what to say either but I sure as hell aren't going to act like you!"

Margret stepped into view of the room, eyes wide. "Umm excuse me but there are children present in the house." She drew in a breath, stepping slowly until she stood next to Ricky. "And I think we should all just take a step back here. This isn't about any of us. Like you said George, this is about them: Ricky and Amy. And we can't do anything about it but be supportive, and be there for Amy during this time."

"I don't need a peace mediator, thank you." Anne rebutted

"Hey!" Ricky shot back.

"No it's alright son." Margret assured, "Let Anne get all the anger off her chest."

"How can I not be, Margret? I don't see you reprimanding your 'son' for his part in this! Where was this speech when Amy was pregnant with John, huh? Did you just not care that your son hurt my daughter or where you just too scared to say something to your precious Ricky?"

"Anne!" George shouted

"No George! Ricky wasn't there for her! He wasn't there and it hurt her! He hurt our daughter!"

"Stop." Ricky demanded through clenched teeth "Just stop." His hands were pressed firmly against the counter top, the knuckles on his right hand beginning to turn white from the pressure. "I get it, okay? I hurt her. I'm not proud of it. I hate myself. Every. Single. Day. I look at her and all she's been through, and I hate myself for putting her there. But I get over it because she loves me and I love her… Yeah maybe our situation isn't ideal, and maybe deep down she still has resentment towards me for all the hurt, but I'm here now. And I know that won't make up for any of the stupid things I did, but I'm going to stand by that girl and do right by her to make up for everything she's ever had to go through because of me because that's what love is."

He drew in a sharp breath, "I love her. I love Amy, she's my wife and the mother of child, or rather, children… say what you want about me, I deserve every rotten thing ever spoken about me because of what I did, but I've changed. But this isn't about me anymore, or you, or George or Nora or anyone else. Amy's hurting right now. She's pregnant and vulnerable and all she wanted was to tell you the truth because you're her mother and she loves you. But you couldn't give her the kindness or the love she wanted back because you're so blindsided by your anger that you ended up hurting her. Like it or not Anne, we're having a baby and you know what? We're happy. And we're going to continue to be happy with or without your support. Goodnight!"

Anne was fuming; the invisible streak of steam was blowing from her ears. She was about to say something when a loud howl came from the baby monitor sitting on top of the fridge. Shooting Ricky a vicious glare, she walked out of the room in a huff before reaching the nursery and slamming the white wooden door. Hard.

Amy could hear the yelling and the slams of doors coming from the house; her head was buried in her hands as the tears cascaded down her thin cheeks.

Ethan walked up slowly to the open door. Crouching down, he placed a hand on her knee (in a friendly brother-in-law kind of way) it was an act of comfort his mother used to do to him- before she left.

Her head lifted slightly from her hands, the tears dripping down her chin and onto her shirt. "Are you here to gloat?"

"No." Ethan stated, "I saw you run out here. It's ciaos in there, everyone is fighting with everyone. I thought it might be safer out here."

"And is it?"

"Yeah. I'm not good with all the yelling, you know? It brings back too many bad memories."

"Now you sound like Ricky… he always says that. Which is why I'm surprised he's not out here."

"Ricky's been getting chewed out by your mom for the past 5 minutes"

"Really?"

"Really. But he's got it." she nodded, "So I guess we're officially family now?"

"I guess so…"

"I've always wanted a big family… although if your mom comes with the package, I'd like to petition for a refund…" she let out a small short laugh. "I'm glad you agree" he smiled.

She returned the smile, "thanks Ethan."

"For what?"

"Just…for being you"

"No problem"

Ricky walked into the living room, rolling his shoulders to relieve the tension building in his neck before sitting on the edge of the sofa. John began to stir next to him, eyes blinking fast as they tried to open in the dim lit room. "Hey buddy. You ready to go home?" John shoved his fists to his eyes and nodded slowly, crawling in his fathers' lap. "C'mon, let's go get mommy and go home."

The front door opened sharply, "You can't, Amy's not out there" Declared Ethan.

"What do mean?" Ricky asked, shifting his weight to a standing position.

"I mean she's not outside. She took your car and drove off."

"Great." He sighed, "Just… great…" placing a hand on John's back.

"It's ok you can ride with us" Margret offered with a smile.

George walked into the hallway with John's black and blue backpack strapped against his shoulder. "I'll take you home; I want to talk to Amy" Ricky nodded, thanking his mom for the offer and following George out the door to his car.

The pages flipped slowly, tiny ink blots beginning to blur the words from the page. Amy wiped them away before flipping to the next page in the book she was reading. Ricky walked into the apartment with John slung across his chest; light snores coming from the toddlers mouth.

Amy looked up from her current page to smile at him and their son. But it quickly faded when George entered the doorway. "We need to talk." He deadpanned uneasy. Ricky took himself and John into the bedroom, shutting the door softly behind him to let Amy and her dad have their privacy.

Amy shut her book, placing it on the end table next to her. "There's nothing to talk about"

"Yes there is." George took a seat next to her on the sofa, "There's a lot we need to talk about it."

"What did you just come here to finish what mom started? Are you here to yell and scream at me too?"

"No."

The tears started gathering at the brim of her eyes, "dad… are you…do you think I'm…"

He placed a hand on her shoulder, patting slowly in a reassuring way. "No. You're not a screw-up, Ames" Head bent down slightly, "When did you- I mean when did they say-" he paused, "how far along?"

"14 weeks…" she answered shyly, watching her fathers' jaw tense up. "But we just found out a few days ago"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I wanted to dad, but I was…I was afraid of what you would think of me…" she exhaled slowly, wiping a tear away. "I was afraid you would be angry. That you would be ashamed, so Ricky and I decided that telling everyone together would maybe be easier and wouldn't have so much of a shock factor. I don't know how Ricky put exactly."

"Is that why you wanted to elope?"

"At first it was, but then we got to the chapel and it wasn't so much about the baby anymore. It was more about how much I loved him." She smiled down on her ring, the plastic gold shining against the light of the bedside lamp. "Apparently we were both wrong. Telling everyone after running off to elope didn't make anything easier."

"Don't worry about that. Anne's just in shock is all and that shock is pushing its way to anger. She'll come around."

She sighed, "And what if she doesn't?"

"She will." Ricky took a step slowly into the living room. "I should get going" George stood from the sofa, nodding to his son-in-law.

She rose from her spot on the couch to wrap her dad in a tight hug "thank you dad." He said nothing, only wrapped his arms tightly around his daughter, pushing back the tears starting to form in his eyes. This gesture was his way of reassurance that everything would be ok. Sometimes unspoken gestures meant more than words in their relationship and that's just the way he liked it. Breaking the embrace to let his daughter be with her husband, George slowly exited the apartment, wiping a tear from his face once the door was shut.

Amy walked to the kitchen, poring herself a glass of water while Ricky started to pull the sofa bed out of its confinement. He sat down slowly, removing all articles of clothing unnecessary for sleeping. She returned a moment later, placing a blue cup on the side table before wrapping her arms around his chest, giving his cheek a small peck.

"What's that for?" he asked when she pulled away smiling.

"Thank you for sticking up for me to my mom today, I know it wasn't an easy thing to control your temper."

He nodded slowly "she pushed all the right buttons"

"I'm sorry"

"No need. I'd defend you against anything" he pecked her lips "besides you weren't bad yourself"

She sniffled, "I ran out crying…" he shrugged. "Ricky…"

"Hmm?" he answered

"Do think it would be too extreme to stay away from my mom for a while?"

"No. I actually think that's a good idea. Give her time to cool off and when you're ready… we'll reach out again. Whether or not she accepts is a totally different story though."

Amy sighed leaning into him and resting her head on his shoulder "I just wish it were different…"

"I know." Ricky rested his cheek against her hair before kissing her temple gently.

Hope you all enjoyed this chapter- if you can't tell I got blocked a lot during the course of each scene so I apologize for that. I'm hoping to have the next update up before college starts but I'm making no promises- just cross your fingers. :)