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. Give recognition to the song 'I'll be' I love that song and am going to have it be played at my wedding as the first dance together as man and wife. I wasn't sure about the last chapter, but thank you everyone who gave me reviews:

A special thanks to I3Davidcookandsecretlife who is always pushing me to continue writing, you can get on my nerves but I love ya…. Another thanks to JWB_secretlifefan15 why has given me some great ideas about what to put in upcoming chapters.

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Love of a Lifetime

Chapter 17

Struggling

Ricky woke up that night at 1:15 to the phone ringing. He turned over on his side and saw that Amy was still asleep. So he groggily got out of bed and walked over to the phone. By the time he picked it someone had already answered it and the last he heard of there conversation was, "Okay, I'll tell him." Ricky knew the tone in her voice but was to afraid to know. He figured it was Margaret's voice but Ricky couldn't make out the other person on the line. The other line hung up but he still heard Margaret breathing through the phone.

"Tell who what?" He curiously asked now wide awake.

"Go back to bed Ricky I'll talk to you in the morning." She said before hanging up. He gently laid the phone on the receiver and walked over to John's crib. He stood over him for awhile the way he had done when he was born but now he feared something that no one would understand.

Ricky picked John up and held him close to his heart, John slept still after being hugged so tightly. He laid down with John in his arms and thought about it. He didn't want to scare Amy if his memory served him correctly and he was right about the phone call. But he also worried for their safety. Ricky couldn't sleep he rest of the night, he laid with John in his arms and Amy pulled close to him. Waiting until morning, for the news he wished not to hear seemed like forever.

As soon as he heard footsteps coming from upstairs Ricky ran up there. Margaret was making coffee and had her back to him. Ricky was standing in the middle of the kitchen in his boxers. "You wanted to tell me something." He said letting out a big sigh.

"Ricky," She turned around and faced him. Looking him up and down suspiciously. He already knew what she was going to say, she started out the same way every time. "Sit down." Both of them sat down at the table. Ricky fiddling with his thumbs under the table and her taking a sip of coffee and setting it down on the table. "Your father."

"Bob," He interrupted her, not able to stand the thought of him actually being his father. "He's not my father." Ricky's eyes glazed over, remembering the unforgotten past.

"Bob, broke out of prison last night." Margaret looked at him sincerely. "They are doing everything they can to catch him. They don't even know if he's headed back here." Ricky, who hadn't said anything the whole time. Excused himself from the table and went back down stairs.

Amy was up changing John's diaper. He walked down and came up behind her, kissed her neck and put his hands around her waist.

"Ricky," Amy said putting another diaper on John. He took John from her when she was done and smiled at him before returning to a depressed face.

"Amy," He looked up at her and then back at John. "Bob broke out last night."

"What?" Amy's eyes grew wide with shocking accusation. "Are you serious."

"Amy, I need you and John here, I don't know what he'll do know that John's born. Please don't leave my side." Ricky had started to tear up and he pulled Amy into a never-ending hug.

Chapter 17

~Part two~

The next few days were filled with sorrow and grief. Amy and John hadn't left Ricky's side and none of them had left the house. There wasn't any more news on Bob's whereabouts than they'd had before. Little did they know that Bob was closer than they thought. Amy was taking a shower with John in the bassinet Mrs. Bowman had given them. Ricky had made her take John every where either of them went since Bob had gotten out. Ricky was upstairs fixing lunch for both of them. She had finished taking a shower and thrown on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt then picked up John and was playing with him. He had begun to hold his head up on his own and he would squirm around on the floor. Amy always laughed when he did this but found it heart shattering when he would struggle to sit up and fall over.

Then she heard a loud thud coming from upstairs. Amy quickly picked up John and started going towards the kitchen. But as she neared the top she heard it, she heard them. She gasped and covered her hand to her mouth. Nothing could have prepared her for what she saw though. Amy peered out around the corner and saw Ricky leaning up against the counter with a black eye and a bloody lip. She suddenly realized that John had started to whimper and rapidly began rocking him on her hip and put her hand over his mouth. Tears were streaming down her face and she got out of sight from the kitchen.

When she leaned forward again, Bob had stepped into view and was yelling at Ricky. She couldn't even understand what he was saying, she was filled with very emotion she ever knew existed. Bob took another swing at Ricky and missed. The only thing Amy had heard was "Where are they?" Ricky threw a punch at Bob and knocked him back out of sight. Amy guessed that Bob hadn't seen what Ricky had done next because he looked right at Amy. She could see exactly how much he was hurt know but not that well through tear stained eyes. The only thing she knew to do was run. And that's what she did. She turned around and ran out the back door, hopefully not letting them hear it shut. When she was out there she let everything out. She was screaming and crying, rocking John in her arms and comforting him. Amy knew he didn't know what was going on or how it affected him and she was grateful for that. She kept running and dared not stop for she knew what she was running from but had know I idea where she was running to.

Bob was back on his feet and glared right into Ricky's eyes. "So it's going to be the hard way." Bob said and wiped the blood away from his nose then walked out the front door. Ricky knew Bob wouldn't give up that easy.