A/N: auggy1984: Hey, thanks for the review. I'm glad to know that you like my story even though it isn't Madison & Ephram. I'm thinking about doing a "sequel" (Everwood: Season 4), which will focus a lot more on Madison & Ephram (but there will still be a lot of Amy & Ephram).

[3.03] Making Plans

----August 5, 2004----

Amy hurried towards the front door of the Abbott home. She hadn't talked to Ephram in about a day, since she'd broken the news to him. Her loose dress flared out around her as her sandles clicked against the floor. She had her purse in hand, as she reahed the door.

"Where are you going?" A cold voice asked, from the other room.

Amy swirled around to find her older brother glowering at her. "Out." She stated, simply.

"Where?" Bright persisted.

"Where ever life takes me." Amy replied, as she folded her arms over her chest.

"A location!" Bright snapped.

Amy blinked at her brother's sudden outburst. "No..nowhere! Just a stoll, okay? A stroll!" She turned to the door.

"Are you meeting Ephram Brown?" Bright asked, as if he'd said something very sick and disgusting.

"N..no! Why?" Amy asked, as she turned the door knob.

"Just want to make sure you won't do something you might regret." Bright replied, with his arms folded.

"Like what?" Amy asked, as she began to step out of the door.

"You tell me." Bright replied.

"Bye." Amy said, then shut the door behind her and hurried down the sidewalk. She shivered, even though it was a very hot day. Why was Bright asking so many questions. Does he know something? Does he know the thing? No, no! Of course not! Ephram wouldn't tell! Amy mentally reasoned. Her thoughts returned to her mission. She was meeting Ephram at their secret place and nothing would stop her from getting there.

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Ephram smoothed out part of the picnic blanket with his hand. He was sitting at his and Amy's secret place; the place where he'd kissed Amy the first time, 'for real'. He's purposly gotten there much earlier than planned, so he could just think. There was just so much on his mind now. He was going to be a Father. No. He thought. I might be a Father. He mentally corrected himself. Images of 'the night' and the 6 wonderful days before it, filled his mind again. He and Amy made a choice that night and it might effect the rest of their lives. He let out a ragged breath and then shifted positions, so the sunlight could cover his face; he closed his eyes. He then tried to image himself and Amy taking care of a newborn baby in about 6 months. Yeah, six months. Amy said she thought she was about three months along, give or take a few days. He thought. If it turns out to be true, what will we do? What about Julliard, her parents, my Fa.... His thoughts were cut off, as he felt a hand on his shoulder. He jumped and turned around and found himself staring right into Amy Abbott's face. He thought she looked like an angel at that moment, from the way the sunlight was glowing on her. "Amy."

"I'm sorry, did I scare you?" Amy asked.

Ephram shook his head and stood up. "Nah. I was just thinking and you startled me from my thoughts. I didn't hear you."

Amy blushed. "I'm sorry."

"No need." He motioned to the blanket. "Care to take a seat?"

Amy nodded and began to sit down.

Ephram instantly placed his arms around her and helped her into a comfortable position.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

Amy stared into Ephram's face, as a warm feeling washed over her, and it wasn't the sun. They were silent for about 3 minutes. Then she spoke up. "Ephram."

"Yes?"

"We need to talk. I mean, we came here to talk." She placed one of her hands on her stomach. "About, you know what."

"I know..." Ephram placed his hand on her hand.

Amy felt a tingle run through her body; she loved his touch.

"How sure are you?"

"Very sure, but not one-hundred percent, without seeing a doctor."

"If you are, what will we do?"

Amy shook her head, as she felt a few tears form in the back of her eyes. "I don't know. I mean there are just so many things!"

"Would you keep it, give it up, or have an abortion?" Ephram asked. It scared him to say the last part.

"An abortion? No! Never! I mean, that's murder, Ephram. If I am...you know. Then it wouldn't be fair to that child. We made that choice, not it. Why should it be punished for our choice? Never, that would be wrong." Amy replied, in a firm tone.

Ephram admired her view and she was right, in his opinion.

"What do you want?" Amy suddenly asked.

"Me?"

"Yes, it would be your child too."

"I..." Ephram stopped himself and carefully thought of what to say. "Look. My Father practically abandon Delia and I when we were kids. My Mother raised us until she died! I could never repeat that and I won't!" He said, defiantly. He grasped Amy's hand a littler tighter. "I love you, Amy Abbott. And we did something together that I will never forget and if that resulted in you getting pregnant, then I promise I will do everything I can to take care of you and our child!"

Amy could feel her heart melting. He says he loves me! She thought, as the tears spilled from her eyes.

Ephram noticed them immediately and wiped the tears away with his hand. "Amy, what's wrong?"

Amy locked eyes with Ephram. "Do you really love me?"

Ephram froze and then leaned in and kissed her passionately. "I love you with all my heart."

Amy felt a tingle on her lips and she leaned in and kissed Ephram back. "I love you too, Ephram Brown."

Ephram felt numb. She said she loves me. She..I know she really means it! He took both of Amy's hands in his own. "We'll get through this."

Amy nodded. "As long as I'm with you, I know we will."