Thank you for your comments, I hope this chapter lives up to the expectations. This is my first story, but I got good comments back and decided to write a new chapter. I will be going on vacation so I won't be able to update my story after this chapter for a few days, sorry! But don't worry when I get back I will start to add on again.

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Love of a Lifetime

Chapter 7

Help Me Hold On

Amy woke up the next morning to her son whimpering in his crib. She picked him up and walked into the kitchen to feed him a bottle. She had just finished when she heard the doorbell ring. She cradled John in her arms as she adjusted his position so she could open the door with her other arm. Ricky was standing there in his layered t-shirt and jeans.

"Come in," Amy motioned for him to come in. "I just finished feeding John." She said as they both sat down on the couch. "Do you want to see your daddy, yes you do, yes you do." Amy mumbled in a baby voice to John as she handed him over to Ricky.

"I got your text last night." Ricky replied as he took John. "What did you want to talk about?" He asked.

"About you and me." She responded looking at Ricky and running her hand threw her hair. "About last night. I am sorry that my mom reacted like that, she doesn't really trust you that much."

"It's okay, I just wasn't sure if you were alright after I left, I didn't want to leave you by yourself when your mom was that mad."

"She just wanted to protect me," she paused, "from you." Amy didn't know what Ricky would do after she said that. There was a long silence before anyone said anything. "She didn't want anything to happen again."

"Why does she assume that I would want to have sex with you every time I'm around you?" He asked. "I'm not a bad guy anymore Amy, I'm not. And I love you Amy, I do. I know that these feelings are real because I've never felt this way about anyone and I don't think you have either." Ricky admitted. They were both looking into each others eyes now as they have increasingly since John was born and every time Amy felt that it brought them closer.

"I know that you're not the same guy you were when you got me pregnant, but she doesn't. I don't think she ever will. Even when we are at our son's wedding, she will still she you as the guy who got her daughter pregnant at fifteen." She had a tear fall out the corner of her eye and Ricky wiped it away with his thumb, as he did when he pushed her hair behind her ear the first day back at school. "That's why I don't think this will work out."

"But I want it to." Ricky said and slowly leaned in to kiss her on the lips. She kissed back lightly then pulled back.

"Not in front of our son." She blushed and took John to put him back in his crib. When she came back she sat on the couch. "I want it to work too." She kissed him this time and he forced his lips back onto hers. There they were again, the sparks, she thought, she never felt that with Ben. He put his hands on her waist and she moved hers to around his neck. Then he was actually the one to pull apart first.

"I have to get to work Amy," He said. Amy bit her lip as both of them got up off the couch and walked to the front door. He opened the door, turned around and kissed Amy lightly on the lips. "Bye Amy, I'll see you after work." She closed the door and walked into the kitchen.

Anne who was just pulling up saw Ricky get into his car and drive off. She pulled into the driveway and went in the back door. "Why was Ricky here?" She asked Amy, who was sitting at the table.

"He came by to talk." She replied, mad that her mom had actually wondered why, I mean duh he's the father of my son.

"Amy this can't be happening again, you can't do this to us." Anne said sitting down at the table.

"DO WHAT MOM, he really loves me and our son!" Amy yelled back at her mother, furious with her. "Why don't you like him?" That's the question she had been wanting to ask her for quite some time.

"Amy it's not that I don't like him, you just can't be with him if you always fall for him when he's around."

"And why is that so bad?" Amy asked, waiting for an answer.

"Amy you can't get pregnant again, there can't be two pregnant people in this house." Anne was now raising her voice to Amy and she looked as if she were going to bust out in tears.

"What mom, you said two?" Amy looked shockingly confused. "mom, you can't be, can you?" Amy had lowered her voice dramatically to almost a whisper. Anne hid her face in her hands as she started to cry.

"I'm pregnant, Amy." Now Amy had started to cry too. They were both crying when Ashley walked in the door, she had moved in with George a few days ago after Amy had her baby, but she still came over to eat because most of the time their father had nothing.

"God, what is it Jerry Springer in here?" She sarcastically commented. "So what is it this time?" She asked as she opened the fridge.

"Ashley, mom's pregnant!" Amy responded. Anne was still weeping in her hands.

"Oh my God, it's gonna be The Brady Bunch in here soon, why don't I go out and get pregnant too, maybe then we can start a club." She slams the refrigerator closed and walks out the door not saying another word. She wasn't shocked that Ashley did that because right now she wanted to do the same thing.

"It's not dad's is it, because you two hate each other." Amy lifted her head and waited for a response but all she got was Anne shaking her head no. "Mom, who's is it?" Amy now looked at her mom in pity wondering if she had a one night stand too.

"It's my boss, the architect that you met. He the one who came here to give you that giant teddy bear." Anne had wiped away her tears long enough to spit that out.

"Mom, you've only known him for a few weeks!" John had woke up and Amy got up to go get him, disgusted at her mom's actions after she, herself had just had a baby.

"Amy promise me you won't do ANYTHING with Ricky." She wiped away the new tears that had formed in the corner of her eyes as she looked up at Amy who turned around to answer her mom.

"Yeah mom, I promise."