2011

A/N: I'm pretty sure hates me. I swear that I had a line in my word document! If anyone knows how to make a line actually shows up on the website thank you very much! –please let me know. I'm not going to do anything for when it shifts back and forth (well, there will be a line on the word document), so sorry if there is any confusion. Also, sorry I haven't updated in a couple of days, but I went back to school which minimizes a lot of my free time…sorry! After this chapter, I'm going to start working on the next one! Also—this is the last chapter that relates to an episode: I promise!—this chapter is based mostly on 4x04 (One Foot out the Door), and any lines taken directly from the episode will be in bold.

"Ok, so it's my turn again," Ricky said, as he eager to get on with the part of the story where the two of them were actually together. "This is the story of our first big fight." Amy nudged him in the stomach again, "Ok, I guess this was like our 500th big fight, but I meant that it was our first big fight as a couple Amy," Ricky said.

"This was also the first big fight that we had in front of John. And the first big fight that John actually sort of stopped. It was also the first big fight that John caused. And when John was younger, he used to stop a lot of our fights. Now, unfortunately, if John is involved in one of our "little discussions" as Em calls them, it's usually because of the latter," Amy spoke as she half-glared at John. "And it was the first big fight that we realized that we might want to try just a bit better at the whole 'parenting together' thing."

"Daddy!" John said as he and Amy walked through the door.

"Hey little man! Want to help Daddy cook? Hi Amy," Ricky said, leaning in to kiss Amy quickly.

"Hi," she returned. "I think your little man have a fever. I hope not, but I'm going to call the doctor's office just to see if they are still open." She looks worried already. I mean, how sick can he be? I mean, I never got sick as a kid! Worried as well, Ricky decided to check for himself. He felt John's forehead with his hand before placing a light kiss on his head.

"I don't think he has a fever, he doesn't feel that warm to me." Ricky responded.

"He felt warm to me," Amy said, "Maybe we should just take him to the emergency room now because the later it gets the worse it gets." The emergency room? Jeez, that's a little much. He doesn't even feel—or look for that matter—that sick. As Ricky and Amy discussed whether taking John to the emergency room really was necessary, Amy asked if Ricky had a thermometer. As Ricky didn't have one, this posed a slight problem. Why does he not have a thermometer? Thermometers are important when you have a child! Or for anyone for that matter! "But if he has an ear infection, they get worse really quickly."

"Has he had an ear infection before?" Now Ricky sounded slightly annoyed. If he's had an ear infection before, why didn't I know about it?

"Yes!" Amy sounded a bit exasperated herself.

"You never told me anything about an ear infection. When did he have an ear infection?" They were starting to argue now.

"I'm sure I've mentioned it," the thought of going to the hospital was almost gone from their minds.

"I don't think so."

"I think so."

"If you had mentioned it to me I would have gone to the doctor's office or the emergency room—or whatever," Ricky started to say before being cut off by Amy.

"Ok, the first year, you wouldn't have and last year, maybe; but I wouldn't have wanted to take you with me because I get stared at enough at those places."

"Why?" Ricky was clearly agitated now.

Amy started to yell, "WHY? Because I'm NOT married and OBVIOUSLY I'm a teenager and I have a baby and people think that teenagers can't take care of sick babies!"

Ricky, angry that Amy had begun to yell at him, began to yell at her back, "And if he DOESN'T have a temperature are we still going to the emergency room?"

"NO!" Amy returned.

"HE'S FINE!"

"FINE! Then if it gets worse, YOU can take him to the emergency room!" Of course, Amy hadn't meant that. But, in the heat of an argument, you say things you don't mean.

"Fine! I'll be happy to do that—not happy—but I'll do that." Ricky began to calm down slightly.

Amy, on the other hand, did not. "You can take him all by yourself if you want!"

As Amy had still been riled up, Ricky began to get angry again, "If he needs to be taken to the emergency room, I will take him. ALL BY MYSELF!"

"Have FUN!"

"OW!" John interjected into the conversation.

"COME ON RICKY, I'll go with you!" Amy sounded scared now.

"Ow does not mean we need to go to the emergency room!" The conversation continued like this for several minutes until it was decided that after dinner, Ricky would go get a thermometer and they would check his temperature.

Later, after a struggle to put John to bed, Ricky went off the drugstore to get a thermometer. Amy was still very angry at Ricky for not understanding why John needed to be taken to the emergency room, decided that it would be best if she took John's temperature. He probably doesn't even know how to take a temperature. I mean, if he didn't even have a thermometer, why would he know how to use it?

"Ricky, he has a fever! We are going to the emergency room!" Amy yelled at him.

"Do we have to do this? He barely, BARELY has any fever at all." Ricky asked, sitting down on the couch with John who sat accessorized with a pile of blankets and other night-time necessities.

Amy, obviously still upset, responded curtly, "he obviously has an ear infection. He keeps holding his ears and saying ow."

"Are you just insisting on doing this stuff because I said I didn't want to marry you?" Amy rolled her eyes in response, "I take it back: I do want to marry you. Not now, and not anytime soon, but I want to 'want to' someday. Maybe someday after we both finish college," Ricky said sincerely.

"Yea? Well maybe when we both finish college you can ask me then and I'll see if I WANT to or NOT. LET'S GO." Amy said fiercely.

After about an hour and a half of waiting, the young family still sat in the emergency room. God, why are we even here? Can't Amy see that John is tired? And I'm tired and she's tired and—I just don't understand why she wants to be here. The doctor's here really won't tell us anything of interest and it's like 11 o'clock or something. After more 'ows' and a bit more "discussion", Amy left for the rest room.

"Is that your son?" An older woman asked Ricky. Oh, I guess Amy was right about the annoying people at the hospitals.

"Why?" Ricky asked.

"Oh, you're just such a cute family," the woman responded brightly. "Is that your wife?" She asked, making a slight head gesture towards the direction Amy went.

"Just mind your own business all right?" Ricky said tartly, sending the older woman away. Ricky noticed Amy standing just short of the corner, glaring at him. 'Great.' He thought to himself.

Finally, after what felt like hours of waiting—and what probably was at least a few hours—the doctor was ready to examine John. "Well, there's no ear infection," the resident said after checking both of John's ears.

"But he's holding his ears and saying ow AND he has a fever," Amy responded, now mad at the resident as well.

He doesn't have a fever, Amy. He only had a fever when you took his temperature. Maybe you didn't read it right." Ricky suggested to Amy.

"I read it right: I know how to take his temperature." Amy responded tartly to Ricky.

"OW!" John interjected again.

"See I told you!" Amy turned towards the resident.

"He doesn't have an ear infection!" Ricky said, now exasperated at Amy. The resident, who picked up that this problem with John had caused an argument between the two parents, suggested that maybe it wasn't a problem with John's ear, but more a problem with how much the two of them were arguing with one another. Ricky and Amy smiled meekly to one another, and the young family went home.

After putting John to bed, the two continued to talk. "The doctor had no right to say that! And we weren't fighting very much!" Amy said quietly, and Ricky couldn't help but chuckle a little. "What?"

"Amy, we were doing a little bit more than 'not fighting very much'" Ricky said with a smile, and Amy began to smile as well.

"I guess you are right. Look, I'm sorry about the completely freaking out. It's just that last time John got sick my mom was there to give him everything he needed, and when he didn't seem to be feeling very well, I just got worried that it would be a worse case scenario. It was sort of stupid. I'm sorry," Amy said.

"Amy, it's fine. Although I would have rather not spent almost three hours at the hospital," Amy giggled, "it was a 'learning experience' of sorts. So in the hope that the next time John gets sick, or gets tired of hearing us argue, we will be able to handle it better."

"And we did get better at handling John being sick," Ricky said.

"And we also learned that we couldn't have full blown arguments every time we don't agree on something," Amy piped in. "So maybe that one night spent at the emergency room wasn't for nothing like we always have said it was." Amy said, smiling at Ricky.

A/N: Ok, I'm very sorry that this chapter is so bad. And maybe all the people that will read this chapter won't think it's that bad, but I really did not like it. So, I'm truly sorry if you find this chapter bad as well.

Also, I'm not entirely sure why I picked this episode anyway, I really don't like it. I mean it's highly illogical (this is the start of a (somewhat) long rant about this episode): 1. Children are not still teething at the age of two; 2. A temperature of almost one hundred degrees for someone under the age of two actually is pretty high; 3. I had ear infections a lot as a kid, and I never went to the hospital. You give the kid some Motrin/Tylenol (whatever floats your boat), but something that will put them to sleep, and they feel fine in the morning; and 4. (The most illogical of them all) Residents are not that rude to their patients! In the real world, he would have told them that John doesn't have an ear infection and be done with it. But, I guess TV shows are not real life.

Also, I still want prompts and I still would love Love LOVE reviews!