Thank you all 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. Sorry I haven't updated in a long time. Things have been so hectic and I had major writer's block. I have big plans for the next couple of chapters, and I had a hard time thinking about how to get there, so I hope you like it.

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Love of a Lifetime

Chapter 12

Margaret

The next morning Amy woke up and Ricky was changing John's diaper. He always was good with him. Ricky knew how to make him laugh and smile, even fall asleep. He most have father's intuition-she thought. He turned around with John in his arms and smiled at Amy. "There's mommy," He said to John picking up his hand and waving to her, he smiled.

"Hey Amy, did you sleep good?" Ricky asked, handing John to her.

"Yeah," She replied, tickling John on the nose.

"Good cause today were are moving all of your stuff." He sat down next to her.

"Okay, let me take a quick shower then we can go." She got up, "Can you get John ready?"

"Yeah, sure." He took him and gave him a bottle then had to redress him, boy was he messy, while Amy jumped in the shower. She got out and got dresses and Ricky waited for her, he played with John, cuddling him, bouncing him, and talking to him. Ricky always felt that he could tell John his deepest darkest secrets, that he was the only person in Ricky's life that he could trust. Though now that Amy was in his life he felt whole, that this was finally something that his father couldn't take away from him and he would fight for them with his life.

When everyone was ready they double checked to make sure they had everything. Amy buckled John in his carrier and Ricky put the last of their bags in the back. Anne stood at the front door and cried, she knew that this time her family was apart for god and that Amy wasn't moving next door like George and Ashley had done. Anne had lost her precious daughter and grandchild. Amy waved goodbye as she took one last glance at the house were she lived in for her entire life. That house is were their family grew together and then eventually broke down together. In many ways their life had changed.

"Don't worry Amy," Ricky grabbed her hand and held it in his, he caressed her hand with his thumb as they turned the corner, leaving her memories behind.

"Ricky," she paused to make sure she had his attention. "I love you." She had said these words many times before, but never had she been the first one to say them, that's how she knew this feeling was real.

"I love you too Amy," Ricky truthfully said from his heart. They rode the rest of the way there in silence except for the coos and coughs from John in the back seat.

When they got there Margaret, Ricky's foster mom, came out the front door. She'd only seen her grandson twice before. Amy got John out of the carrier and walked up to the front door she waited for Ricky because she had never been here before. She didn't know exactly where they were or which room was Ricky's. Ricky took a few bags out and slung them over his shoulder. He walked up to where Amy and his mom.

"Come in, come in." Margaret rushed them in the door. Seeing as that she had been staring at them, and tried to cover it up. Amy walked into the foyer of a medium sized home, it looked worn but cozy and she heard John start to fuss.

"Come to grandma," She hushed in a baby voice and reached her hands out to take John out from the carrier. "Ricky why don't you give Amy a tour?"

"Okay, Amy you can follow me." He leaded her into the living room and through the kitchen to the steps.

"All my brothers and sisters are upstairs, and I have the whole basement." They started down the steps and when he got there he set the bags down that he had been carrying through the whole house. "Here it is."

"So you have the most privacy out of everyone." She walked around the room, taking it all in. He had a TV and a couch on one side, and a bed with two doors next to it, she assumed to be the bathroom and closet.

"Do you want me to help bring the rest of the things in?" She asked, her eyes still tracing the room picturing where John's crib and changing table would go.

"Well you can, or you can get something to eat if you're hungry." He said.

"I'm not really hungry." Amy turned towards him. Ricky took her hand and they both went back up to the kitchen. Margaret was sitting at the kitchen table rocking John back and forth on her lap. Ricky walked into the kitchen proudly as if showing off what he had now become.

They went right by Margaret and out the front door. When it was shut Ricky pulled her into a passionate kiss. Amy could feel his tongue exploring through her mouth. She braced herself on the door frame as he pressed his body against hers. She could hear footsteps coming closer to them and she pulled away.

"Let's go get the rest of the bags." She bit her lip as she brushed past him.

"What did I scare you off?" He playfully asked leaning upright on the car.

"No your mom does, I heard her coming to the door." She muttered under her breath. "Aren't you afraid of being caught?" She picked up a suitcase with her clothed in it and looked like she was struggling.

"Why should I be?" He asked taking the suitcase from her.

"Because she can kick me out or make you move to another foster home." She returned back to her regular tone.

"She wouldn't do that," He lightly kissed her lips. "But if you don't want to…" he trailed off.

"Good, because that's what I want. At least not as soon as we move in." Amy took another bag from the back of the car, and again Ricky took it from her.

"Are you going to let me carry anything?" She glared at him.

"I don't want you to get hurt."

"Fine then you take it all down there and I'll unpack it." She took out John's diaper bag and started walking into the house. Margaret was holding John by the door when they got inside.

"Ricky can I talk to you for a minute?" His foster mom intensely looked down upon him. Oh no!