Author's Note: Thank you all soooo much for the support! First things first, who else screamed with joy when Amy said 'I love you' to Ricky on monday night's episode? Even though she said more like a brother, she still said it! So, I'm also gonna post a one-shot based on that, so check it out!

Second: In this story, only the events in the second episode of this season matter, except that they had to leave the next day, so the I love you thing also didn't happen. So, Ricky knows that Adrian is pregnant but Amy doesn't.

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Amy POV

When I woke up, it wasn't because John was crying or that the sun was shining on my face. I woke up because Ricky's arm was slung over my stomach. I growled and tried to push him off. I really tried, but he was REALLY strong.

"Ricky! Get off! You're crushing me!" I said, still trying to push him off. Finally, with one last shove, I was able to push him off me. When I did, he spun and fell off the bed with a thud. My mouth dropped then twisted up into a grin. I couldn't stop laughing as he stood up rubbing his shoulder and cursing under his breath.

"God, Amy, don't try to kill me!"

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever drama queen, you were smothering me! What else was I supposed to do?"

Ricky sat back on the bed, still massaging his shoulder. "Umm, I don't know, how about wake me up?" he said, his voice dripping with sarcasam.

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah right! Ricky, you sleep like you're dead! Oh, and you snore too." I said, snickering at the last sentence.

Ricky playfully shoved me and smirked. I laughed and then glanced at the crib. John was sitting up, playing with one of his stuffed animals, which made me and Ricky smile.

"Hey, why don't we take the little guy out today? You know, to sight see and everything."

I tought about it for a moment. How many times to you get to be in New York when your meals and hotel are payed for? "Definately. Why don't we get ready and get breakfast here, then we can go somewhere."

Ricky nodded and walked over to pick up John from the crib. "I've got John, so you can have the bathroom and I'll take the bedroom. We can switch off. Just knock on the door first."

I nodded and jumped off the bed to grab my bag and then headed to the bathroom.

* 10 minutes later *

I approached the door to the bedroom feeling refreshed. I had brushed my teeth, put on some make-up and brushed through my hair. All I had left to do was change out of my pajamas then I would be ready.

I lifted my hand and gently tapped the door. "Ricky?" I asked, leaning against the door to try to hear him.

Instead of answering, he opened the door, causing me to tumble. But, somehow, he managed to catch me before I could hit the floor. "Ames, I'm SO sorry! You okay?"

I looked up into his deep brown eyes. They seemed...worried. "I-I'm fine." I managed to get out, still entranced by the depths of his eyes. He softly picked me up and set me back on my feet. After that he left the room with his needed toiletries, leaving me speechless as he shut the door behind him.

" Wow, he's stronger than I thought he was... " I thought to myself. For a minute I began thinking back to the way his arms felt on my skin, feather-light, yet still strong. I shook the thought away quickly.

"You love Ben." I muttered to myself, although the words didn't hold much meaning to me. Not really. I had said them so often that it only felt like second nature. I turned to find John on the floor, fully clothed in a blue t-shirt and shorts, playing with some to that rattled. A smile spread across my face, just like it always did when I looked at him.

After making sure nothing was on the floor that would be of any harm to him, I turned to the drawer where I had stashed all my clothes. I selected a tiered black skirt that ended just above my knees and a solid blue flowy top. Once I dug out my sandals that matched, I turned to the bed and slid out of my pajamas, placing them on the bed for later storage.

I slipped into my skirt and had just picked my top when the door clicked open. I let out a shriek, covering myself with the shirt. "RICKY! What the hell! You're supposed to knock!"

He ducked his head and blushed. He mumbled a "Sorry" and then shut the door swiftly, leaving me alone with John, who, much to my dismay, was now crying from my outburst. I tugged the shirt over my head and onto my torso and walked over to pick him up. I rocked him in my arms, hoping to placate him, but no such luck.

Pinching the bridge of my nose with one hand, I bounced John on my hip until he finally stopped crying.

Ricky's POV

I mumbled an apoogy to Amy and ducked out of the room, sliding down the door after I heard it shut. I felt horrible for forgetting to knock. I felt embarassed for seeing her in only a short skirt and her bra and even more embarassed for enjoying the sight of her. The way her soft curves ran down her body. The way her bra just covered her chest. And the worst, how her skirt seemed to lengthen her already mile-long legs. I mentally had to kick myself for wishing that I could see that skirt sprawled onto the carpet next to the bed.

I jumped up from the floor and walked into the bathroom and over to the sink. I turned the knob and splashed the cool water onto my face which was rapidly increasing in temperature. I turned off the faucet and walked back into the hall and to the bedroom door. This time, however, I knocked on the door. "Uh, Amy? Are you dressed yet?"

I heard her sigh through the door then heard her soft voice. "Yes, Ricky. Come on in, I think our son wants you."

I cautiously walked through the door and smiled when I saw John sitting in the middle of the bed staring at the t.v. which was tuned into Sesame Street. He was clapping along to some Elmo song. Amy was at my bedside table, placing discs of Heroes into their proper cases.

I had truly been surprised to find that Amy was interested in an action drama show about the supernatural. I would've pegged her for the type to watch Gossip Girl or something like that. Adrian always insisted upon watching Gossip Girl, much to my dismay. So, I was thrilled to find someone to talk to about a show that I actually liked.

And that's exactly what we did for most of the night last night. We watched each other's favorite episodes and gave each other commentary. We talked about plot lines, our anger about the cancellation, and even the hope we had for the future of the show. We talked about the characters and the things that had done. But, most importantly, we actually got along. We watched several episodes until her eyes started drooping from exhaustion.

I was brought back into the present when I heard John. "Dadda!" I smiled and walked over to sit next to him. "Hey buudy! You watchin' Elmo?" He nodded, smiling brightly. I turned to Amy.

"Sorry about earlier. I-"

"Don't worry about it I know that it was just an accident. Let's not let it ruin the day." she said, leaning down to slip on some sandals. "Listen, I brought my camera and my parents want lots of pictures, so..."

I nodded. "Yes, Amy. I'll take the pictures of you and John."

Amy laughed. "No! Ricky, I wanted to know if I had your permission to send the pictures with you in them to my parents! Why did you think I didn't want you in the pictures?"

I shrugged. She shook her head. "You're the father of my son, therefore a part of my family. Of course I want you in the pictures! Now, let's go while we can still make the buffet. I want to save every cent I can for souveniers and everything."

I shook my head. "Amy, you don't have to pay for everything. I'll help you out. I've got some money saved up from the butcher shop. I even got an advance because I'm on this trip."

"Okay, you can help me out. But, don't feel like you have to. My dad gave me a couple hundred dollars since he didn't have to pay for the flight or anything. Now let's go!"

* 32 minutes later *

Amy's POV

I stepped out onto the busy streets of New York with a bagel smothered in cream cheese in my hand. Ricky, who was pushing the stroller containing John, had eaten in the dinning hall while I had opted to give John his breakfast: sliced bananas, sliced strawberries and oatmeal. My money, cell phone and digital camera were tucked away safely in my over-the-shoulder purse.

We had decided to go to the wax museum first. After going over the itinerary, we found that we had weekends to ourself during our trip, so we planned to see the Statue of Liberty and the Empire State Building and more on one of the weekends.

Over breakfast we had been engrossed over the New York Travel Guide Ricky picked up from the gift shop. We had planned out the day. First, we were going to the Madame Tussauds Wax Museum. After that, we would head back to the hotel for lunch. Then, we were headed to Radio City Music Hall, where we would see Yo Gabba Gabba Live. The show was for John, but I was just excited to be there.

Ricky pushed the stroller along while I finished off my bagel. He had a hand-held GPS that he insisted upon bringing in his hand, telling me when we needed to turn. I just shook my head. He was so afraid that we would get lost.

After about twenty minutes of walking, Ricky told me that we were finally there. Ricky led me into the building and paid for our tickets while I stayed with John on a bench. As it turns out, it only cost us about $70, because John got in for free. We took the elevator up to the top floor. We were apparently supposed to work our way down the levels. I snapped a few picture of Ricky and John in the elevator, and Ricky took some of me and John.

Once we arrived at the floor, we started our descent down the levels of famous wax figurines. We stopped occasionaly to take more pictures. After an hour and a half, we reached the gift shop leading to the exit. I bought John a shirt and Ricky bought him the cutest hat which he wore out of the museum.

When we finally made it back to the hotel, we quickly ate some lunch then headed back up to the room for John's nap. I set him in the crib after he fell asleep then slipped out of my sandals. After stretching out on the bed (legs crossed, of course), I turned to Ricky.

"Did you get the tickets?"

He set the hotel phone back on the reciever and stretched out next to me. "Yeah, we just have to pick them up at the gate."

I nodded. "Hey, I'm gonna send my mom some of the pictures now. Do you want me to send some to anyone for you?" I asked, standing up and walking over to my computer bag holding my silver laptop. I pulled out the computer and powered it up as I hooked up my phone to the computer.

Ricky came up and stood behind my position at the chair in the main room. I could tell he was behind me because I could feel his breath on my neck. It made me shiver slightly. "Uh, I guess you can send some to my foster mom. I'll give you the email adress later."

I nodded and clicked the away at the keys, uploading the pictures we had taken so far into a folder that I marked as "New York". I smiled as soon as I saw them. "Aww!"

I started clicking through photos. "Look, Ricky, it's you and John with Sharon Osborne!"

Ricky laughed. "John's got his hand in her hair!"

We looked through the other photos and selected five more of our favorite pictures to send. We chose the one of John messing with Sharon Osborn's hair, one of John and I with Elvis, one of John by the Incredible Hulk, one of all three of us looking ridiculous next to Jim Carrey, one when John got angry and tried to knock over Angelina Jolie, and lastly, my very favorite. It was a picture of Ricky and I sitting on a bench with John sitting on both of our laps. The bench itself was the center point of their new Sesame Street exhibit.

In the picture we were all smiling and looked genuinely happy. I saved it as my new wallpaper and sent our parents the e-mail. I would send them more pictures after the show tonight. We didn't have to leave for another two hours, so Ricky and I went back to the room to watch more episodes of Heroes.

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Ricky's POV

We just got back from the Yo Gabba Gabba show. It was really boring, but woth it to see John so happy and to see Amy's face light up at the sight of Radio City Music Hall. She was smiling the entire time that we were ther, a rare thing for Amy.

I slipped onto the bed where Amy was already asleep and I turned off the lamp. We had to start workshops tomorrow, which I really wasn't looking forward to. I honestly hated band, but since Amy really wanted to come, I agreed.

As I turned off the light, I heard Amy turn in the bed. Then I heard her mumble in the softest voice "Thanks for today, Ricky." With that, I drifted off to sleep.

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Sorry for the long wait, but I wanted to perfect this! Reviews are appreciated!