Alrighty guys, hoped you like Chapter 1. Here's Chapter 2... It's still kinda copycatting the "Ciao" episode, the Ramy kitchen conversation is word-by-word spot (it was aaah so cute) but I changed the end ;) I made things the way I wished they would have been. Oh and, I really don't like this David babydaddy guy, so that whole proposal scene.. skiiipp. :) Well please continue to leave reviews and what-not. And sorry if it feels like your watching an episode again, I promise it'll change I just like this as an intro to this story.

-Abi xox

It was later that evening and Amy was shoving a chicken she bought from the grocery store into the oven. She had no idea how to bake a chicken, nor any idea of what to do with it. But she saw her mom do this all the time, and her food always came out alright. How hard could it be?

"Waaaahhh"

"Ugh," Amy sighed as she climbed the stairs again to her room to soothe John.

"What's a matter?" she asked the baby, picking him up, "I just fed and changed you 20 minutes ago."

John squirmed in her arms.

"Let me guess.. you miss daddy."

As if he were answering her question, John left out a "coo"

"Of course." Amy said sitting down in the rocking chair in her room.

She rocked John back and forth in the chair looking down at him. He loved being rocked; it was just about the only thing Amy knew that would calm him down, other than Ricky. She ran her fingers through his dark hair, as his eyelids got heavy once again. She smiled down at him, he looked so peaceful. He made her exhausted, but it was times like this that she couldn't help but love being a mom. After a few minutes, he was fast asleep again. She put him back in his crib and went back downstairs. She heard the side door in the kitchen open, Anne was home from work.

"Is that chicken in the oven?" Anne asked her with her hands on her bulging belly.

"Yep," Amy told her smiling, "I thought since you've been making me dinner for 15 years.. it was my turn to do something nice for you." She told her sweetly.

"Okay Amy, what do you want?" Anne asked her.

"N-nothing.." Amy told her, trying to look innocent.

Anne put her hands on her hips.

"Would you watch John this summer while I go to Italy with Ben?" Amy told her smiling.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"So… you're going to be alone with Amy and John all summer.." Adrian said to Ricky.

They were sitting on her couch in her condo. Adrian had her arms crossed and was looking at Ricky with a stern expression on her face.

"With John," Ricky corrected her, rolling his eyes.

"And Amy," Adrian added, not dropping her glare from Ricky.

"Okay, and Amy. So what?" he asked her.

"She won't have sex with you, you realize that right. She won't have sex with Ben so she especially won't have sex with you." Adrian told him standing up, "Especially after what happened the last time you had sex with her."

"Is that all you think about… sex?" Ricky asked her shaking his head, "I don't care Adrian, I don't want to have sex with Amy."

"You would if you could." Adrian said walking away from him to her kitchen.

"No, I wouldn't. I wouldn't want to hurt her again," he paused before adding "both mentally and physically." with an awkward glance downward at that statement, he got up from the couch, "Look, I don't have time to sit here and argue with you, I'm going to go."

"It's 7:30! Where are you going? To see John?" Adrian asked, rounding her kitchen counter to look at him.

"No, I think I'll go see John AND Amy." Ricky said as he smirked and disappeared through the door.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Mom! Please! I have to go, I have to!" Amy pleaded to Anne.

"No, Amy, I cannot watch him! I'm going to have my own baby to take care of this summer, I'm not taking care of yours too. He's your baby."

"And he's your grandson. Please Mom, it'll only be for a couple of weeks. And when you have your baby Dad or Ashley or Ricky can take over, and they can help you all the time anyw-"

"NO!" Anne yelled pulling the chicken out of the oven, "John is your responsibility Amy, not mine, not your father's or Ashley's. A baby needs its mother."

"But Ricky will be here.. He's his father; he can take care of him. He's better with John than me anyway. John never cries when Ricky's around." Amy said rolling her eyes again.

"Because every time you're around John you're upset or angry about something, he senses it Amy!"

There was a knock at the door and George came in the side door followed by Ashley.

"What's going on in here, we could here you all the way over there." George asked.

"Amy wants us to watch John this summer while she goes to Italy with Ben." Anne told him, sinking into one of the kitchen chairs.

"Oh geez Amy, seriously.." Ashley exclaimed.

"Italy?" George asked, "You can't go to Italy."

"Why not!?!" Amy cried, "I am going to Italy. Ben invited me to go to Italy with him, and I'm going, I need to. I need to get away for a few weeks."

"I can't stand hearing any more of this!" Anne yelled. Getting up from the table, she waddled up the stairs.

"Wahhhhh"

"And this is why I need to get away!" Amy yelled as she followed Anne up the stairs to retrieve yet again, a fussy John.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ben was lying on his bed with his pillow over his head.

* Knock *

"Come In" he muffled from under the pillow.

Leo pulled the pillow of his face.

"So, did you make a decision? Are you going to Italy?" he asked Ben.

"Oh yeah, I'm going to Italy all right." Ben answered, sitting up, "But Amy thinks she's going too.."

Leo sighed, "You know she's more than welcome to go along Ben, but do you really want her to? It'll be the learning experience of a lifetime for you."

"No, I don't want her to go, but how can I tell her no?" Ben said gloomily, throwing himself backward to lie on his bed once more.

"I see." Leo said, "And what would Amy do with John anyways? Surely she can't leave him, but to take him with her? Are you sure Ricky would approve of that?"

"Ricky already made it pretty clear that John isn't leaving the country without his consent." Ben told Leo.

"I didn't think so," Leo said. "Well, I need to know what is going on soon Benjamin. I told your uncle I'd give him your answer by Saturday."

Ben nodded, "Tell him, I'm coming. With or without Amy, I'll be there."

Leo smiled, "Ah, wise decision. I'm sure you and Amy will be fine regardless, I'm sure she'll be upset for awhile but she has a baby to tend to, and it'll only be for a few weeks," He reached the door handle before adding, "Oh and Betty and I are going out for a drink, we'll be home late, so goodnight."

"Night Dad," Ben said before remembering, "Hey! Did you know that Bologna is known fo-"

"Yes- It must be some kind of an urban legend.. Goodnight Benjamin."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Amy paced her kitchen with her arms crossed, muttering to herself. George was holding John, and Ashley was sitting at the kitchen table looking thoroughly annoyed.

"I don't see what the problem is, I mean, yes Mom is going to have her baby to care for too but you two will be right next door, John loves his grandpa." Amy said sweetly to George.

George looked at Amy, and then glanced over at Ashley who was mimicking Amy behind her face and laughed. Amy turned around just quickly enough to catch one of her faces.

"Stop it!" she yelled, "I'm serious! I'm going to Italy."

"You're not going Amy, face it, you can't." Ashley told her.

Amy looked at George with pleading eyes.

"Look Ames, I'm with Ashley on this one. You can't go to Italy." George agreed.

"YOU ALWAYS TAKE HER SIDE!" Amy yelled.

They heard a knock on the door as Ricky came in through the side door.

"Hey" he said sheepishly to them.

He saw John in George's arms and instantly went over to him.

"Hey there, wanna come to daddy and give grandpa a break?" He softly asked the baby, which he gently took into his arms.

John cooed at Ricky, and Ricky smiled proudly down at him. Amy's face brightened.

"You're really good with him," she said to Ricky slowly making her way over to the two of them, "You're great with him."

There was a very loud screeching of a kitchen chair across the floor.

"Well, I'm off to bed." Ashley announced, leaving through the side door.

"Yeah, me too I think." said George, following Ashley.

Ricky looked up at Amy studying her. He waited for the door to close before speaking to her.

"I can't take him while you go to Italy." He said to her.

"Why not." Amy asked him, with the pleading look in her eyes that she gave to George.

"Cause you're his mother." Ricky told her.

"You're his father."

"You have a job."

"YOU have a job," Amy said, "You can put him in the nursery when you go to work."

"Let Ben go Amy, let him go. The guy has been really good to you, and to me. And if he wants to go away for the summer, let him go." Ricky replied, seriously but calmly. "This is our son, my son and your son. Ben's not obligated to take care of him, we are. Let Ben go, and let him go without feeling bad about leaving. He deserves it-

"No." Amy interrupted, "If I let him go there by himself-" she paused, tears forming in her eyes, "He's going to get into trouble."

"He could get into trouble here." Ricky told her.

John started fussing in Ricky's arms. They stared down at him.

"How did we get ourselves into this.." Amy whispered.

Ricky looked up at her slowly.

"Sex.."

"Ugh, Sex." Amy said, disgusted.

"Look Amy," he sighed, "If you're so worried about Ben running off and having sex with other girls, why don't you give him what he wants? He wants to have sex with you, the guy's growing impatient."

"Ricky I don't want to have sex for a very very long time. Do you see where sex landed me last time?" she ran her finger across John's tiny hand, as he clasped it. "Besides, Ben is inexperienced, he'd probably forget the condom," she paused and looked at Ricky as a grin spread across her face. "Even though-" she began

"Hey, condoms can't be found at Band Camp." Ricky interrupted, with a smirk on his face.

"Oh, right." Amy said with a small laugh turning to the chicken she made for dinner, "Are you hungry?" she asked Ricky.

"Yeah, I could probably eat something, thanks." He said.

"Wahhhhhh"

"Looks like Johnny's hungry too," he said looking up at Amy, "this is your department mama, not mine." He said, with another smirk on his face.

Amy narrowed her eyes at him, cocking her head to the side, but smiled in an amused way. Ricky had never called her mama before, she kinda liked it. And he was also talking about her breasts, she kinda liked that too. She pushed the plate of chicken towards him.

"Okay…. Papa." She said flirtaciously, taking John into her arms. "Help yourself to a drink in the fridge, I'll be back down when he's done."

Ricky nodded, still smiling.

Amy was about to walk out of the kitchen when she heard a "Blargh!"

She turned around. Ricky was spitting his chicken into the kitchen sink.

"I think the tiredness from pregnancy is really getting to your Mom's cooking." Ricky said to her, wiping his mouth with a paper towel.

Amy turned quickly and went upstairs before he could catch her now flushed-cheeks.