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 am back from my vacation and I think the mountains actually gave me inspiration. Along with that I would also like to give recognition to Nicolas Sparks, for during the past week I finished four of his best selling books. They have given me enthusiasm and great passion in which I felt deprived of before. His writing gives understanding of being an author.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Secret Life of The American Teenager or any of the characters.

Love of a Lifetime

Chapter 8

Something's Wrong

As Amy walked back to her room to get John, she couldn't help but think about what she just said. She knew that she had to make that promise for her mother's sake, but she didn't know if she could keep it. How could she, neither her or Ricky were as careless as they were in band camp, which had seemed so long ago. Amy picked up son and when she did she noticed the dark shades of chocolate swirls in his eyes. She thought of Ricky. Every second she spent with them, Amy knew that their family was complete. No family was perfect, and sure there was always his childhood and her family's broken bond, but know they had created a new family. One where everything seemed ideal and it would forever. Nothing would stop them from caring for John with as much love and devotion as possible.

Amy went into the nursery with John. She sat in the rocking chair that they rarely used, on occasion she would rock him to sleep but she had been so tired the past few days that she never felt up for it. For some reason it constantly seemed like John acted up whenever his dad wasn't around. Hopefully this wasn't a sign for what's to come later in life that is if her and Ricky weren't together. While Amy thought of the fact that possibly they could be married, have a house, and live there with their son, both her son and her feel asleep.

When she woke up it was already dark out, probably around 8:00, she guessed, Then she realized John wasn't in her arms anymore. "JOHN!" She screamed out, knowing she wouldn't get an answer. Immediately Amy rose of the chair and ran into the living room. What she saw made her stop where she was and start to cry.

Ricky was sitting on the couch talking to John, sweet and innocently. She didn't even think that he knew she was there.

"Hey Buddy," he said, mesmerized by their son. They both figured he would be a charmer when he grows up because he looked so much like his father, he even had his famous smirk. The only thing he got from Amy was his nose. She was thankful for what he got from Ricky because he was adorable, but Amy couldn't believe that she hadn't named him Ricky Jr. He was practically him Minnie me.

"Uh-hum." Amy cleared her throat to try and get his attention. She walked over and sat down beside Ricky.

"Oh hey Amy, I didn't see you there." Ricky looked over at Her. "Sorry if I scared you with John, I didn't want to wake you up."

"That's okay, but you almost gave me a heart attack. I couldn't imaging if something ever happened to him." Amy scooted over closer to Ricky and John.

They sat there for a few minutes staring at their son, their beautiful baby boy. He was in the stage of curiosity so he was looking around at everything or at least what he could see from laying on his back.

"Can I talk to you about something Ricky?" Amy asked.

"Go ahead."

"Well," Amy starts to cry and putts her hands up to her face.

"Come her," Ricky comforts her by pulling her against his chest.

"It's just that…" She trailed of so that she could wipe away her tears. "My mom she's…" another pause as she looks up at Ricky.

"She's what?" Ricky questioned still comforting her, but he was beginning to become impatient.

"She's pregnant?" Amy managed to get out before bursting out in tears.

"Oh Amy, it's not that bad." Ricky brought her into a hug while still holding John in his lap.

"Yes it is, there can't be two babies in the same house. It'll be crazy." She said then started to sob again. "What are we gonna do?"

"First of all, can you please stop crying," Ricky wiped away her tears. "Next, think of John. What do you think he would want?" He handed him to Amy. "Now come on Amy, we'll figure this out together." Looking into Amy's eyes he kissed her, not for long just a little butterfly kiss. "we've gotten through worse things." He said tickling John on his cheek. "I love you Amy, I promise you everything will be okay."

They sat there with Ricky's arm around her shoulder for a little over ten minutes when Anne walked in from the kitchen.

"Hi Ricky." She curiously proclaimed.

"Hi Mrs. Jergeuns, both Amy and Ricky turned around to see her staring at them. "Amy told me everything, it's going to be okay." Anne furiously stomped off to her bedroom.

"Why don't we go put John in his crib, he looks a little tired?" Amy got up and took Ricky's hand, leading him back to her room.

(Don't even think about it!)

After Amy put John in his crib she turned to look at Ricky who had sat down on her bed and was looking up at her.

"Come and sit." Ricky patted a spot on her bed. Amy came over and sat down next to Ricky. Then he put his arm around her waist, as they both leaned back. She snuggled against his chest.

"So what do you think we should do about this?" Amy sleepily asked. Her eyes were shut and she was breathing heavily. There was a long silence before Ricky answered.

"Why don't you and John move in with me, or I can move in her?"

Amy never responded exactly but she nudged her head which looked like a nod to him. John began to fuss in his crib so Amy woke up and went over to him. When she got there she noticed that Ricky had fallen asleep. Amy hadn't thought about him getting tired as she had, even when he spent all his time over here.

She picked John up but she listened to him whine for a few seconds before telling that this wasn't his normal cry. Amy felt his head with her hand and knew he had a fever. "Oh no!" She sad out loud. "Ricky," She anxiously shook him until he was awake. "Something's wrong with John." Amy now had tears forming in the corner of her eyes. She sat down on the edge of the bed and handed him to Ricky.

"What is it, what's wrong?"

"He has a fever and he's been crying for a while, but it's not his normal cry, more like whimper. Amy was starting to weep on Ricky's shoulder. "I'm scared Ricky."

"It'll be okay Amy." Ricky said as they both got up and got ready to go.