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.

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

Love of a Lifetime

Chapter 13

Things Go On

"Yeah sure," Ricky replied trying not to act nervous. "Amy why don't you take John downstairs and start unpacking some of your stuff." He didn't know if he should have said that or not because he was almost 100% positive that Margaret had seen them.

"Ok," Amy said reaching out for John, then cradled him in her arms until she found a comfortable position for both her and John. She disappeared around the corner and Margaret waited till she knew Amy was far enough away not to hear them talking.

"Ricky," She sighed sounding disappointed in him. "You know I only agreed to let them move in if there wasn't going to be anything happen between you too, at least not in my house." She was starting to get frustrated.

"I'm sorry," he put on his fake sympathetic act. "It won't happen again, I promise." She wasn't buying it.

"You're damn right it won't or so help me God…" She paused trying to calm down and collect her thoughts. "Ricky, she's a nice girl. I don't want to see her or John hurt. This better not be one of your stunts Ricky Underwood. I can tell you really love her, I hope you know what it means to her. Because you're not your father." Ricky was taking in everything she was saying, he was looking down at the ground and shoved his hands in his pockets.. He hated it whenever people would try to understand about his life, his childhood, and his feelings. But Margaret always new exactly what to say.

"Yeah well I better get downstairs and help Amy." He was starting to feel the tears build up behind his eyes and he didn't want her to know. So he found an excuse to leave even though he knew that their conversation wasn't over, it never would be, as long as Amy lived here with him it would go on.

Ricky went through the kitchen to the top of the basement when heard the pitter patter of feet running down the stairs. He quickly got out of sight of his younger siblings because they would bombard him with questions. He couldn't help but think that one day his son would grow to be that big, running through the house. Ricky wiped away the tears that had formed at the corner of his eyes before letting Amy see him. When he got down there John was laying on the bed with Amy next to him singing. She was resting her head on her hand and running her other hand across John's stomach making him smile. Ricky loved his smile, it was one of the things that he thought John got from both of them.

"Hey Amy," Ricky said. Amy stopped singing and looked up at him.

"Oh hey, what did your… um, foster mom say?" She asked.

"Nothing really," he paused and noticed the unpacked bags. "You need help unpacking."

"Oh, well I didn't know where to put all of the stuff." Amy got up off the bed and picked up John.

"I don't take up that much room, you can have half the dresser and closet. I'll start to put the crib and changing table together." Amy laid John in the carrier and began to put in all of her clothes. Within a few hours they were both finished and exhausted. John had fallen asleep a while ago.

Amy had finished before Ricky+ and she sat on his bed watching him. The way his muscles flexed when he would tighten any bolts. It didn't take over ten minutes and then he joined her on the bed. He drew her in close against his chest and held onto her, she in return griped his shoulder and back. Ricky leaned in and kissed her on the lips after they pulled apart from each other. Amy kissed him back more aggressively on the lips and moved her hands around his neck. Ricky wrapped his around Amy's waist. They gently fell back onto his bed and he was now straddling Amy between his hips.

"Ricky," She murmured as he has kissing her neck making his way down. "Your brothers and sisters are upstairs." She said sounding frustrated.

"Right," he rolled over to where he was laying next to her. They heard footsteps running across the floor upstairs and Amy turned so she was facing Ricky.

"You know, you never introduced me to your siblings." She looked into his eyes, and Ricky could already tell that she wanted to go see them.

"You want to meet them?" He asked as he propped his back up with his elbows.

"Yeah I'd love to and I'm sure they would want to see John." She sat up repeating his action so that she would be at his level.

"Ok buy they're not the best people in the world, believe me they can be incredibly annoying."

"Well you better get used to it," She said looking at John, Ricky smirked, that'll be different, he thought. They both got up off the bed and Ricky took Amy's handing, knowing that once they got upstairs they would have to let go.

Immediately when they got upstairs they started crowding around them and asking all sorts of questions, mostly about Amy. Margaret was in the kitchen cooking and she stopped to turn around and look back at Amy and Ricky, "kids back up off Ricky and let him talk." then she went back to preparing dinner.

"Hey guys, this is Amy," He said picking up the littlest one. Amy started to blush and she turned towards Ricky, she always was the shy type. "Amy, this is Michael," he said tickling the young boy in his arms. "He's five, and this is Kaylyn she's ten. Jamal is eight and Jordan is upstairs in her room, she's twelve." He pointed to everyone as he called out there names.

"Hi Michael, Kaylyn, and Jamal." Amy said. Again they started asking more questions, it seemed like anything they came to there mind.

"Is Amy your girlfriend?"

"Where's John at?"

"When's dinner?" (I added that because I know all kids ask it, at least I do!)

"Hold on," Ricky put Michael down and placed his arm around Amy's waist. "Yes Amy is my girlfriend and you'll see John later he's sleeping right now, so can you'll keep it down."

"Yeah," They all ran off screaming. Ricky pulled Amy close to him and she resisted.

"Ricky, your mom's in there." Ricky let go of her and walked into the kitchen, Amy followed close behind.