Author's note: Okay guys, so I'm sure that some are concerned that Ricky and Amy are a little too perfect right now. Don't worry. Honeymoon stage will be over soon and reality will set in.

Some didn't understand the ending of the last chapter. It is meant to be on Facebook. Amy's relationship Status changed to In a relationship with Ricky Underwood. Ben and Adrian don't like this.

On to the story, as always, review review review!

It had been almost a week since Amy and Ricky's first date. Amy sat in her chair at breakfast, eagerly devouring the fluffy pancakes on her plate. She had come down early to eat before having to feed John.

It was Thursday, and also something else. Truthfully, she was staring down at her cell phone, wishing to hear the familiar beep of an incoming text message or her customized ringtone. Nothing so far. She sighed, taking another syrupy bite. This was going to be a long day. She turned back to her folder of French Horn sheet music, tapping her foot to keep the beat as she studied the markings that lined the paper. Halfway through the piece, she felt two little arms wrap themselves around her.

"Momma!" said a smiling John.

She beamed down at her son, ruffling his hair. "Hey, buddy!"

Amy looked up to see Ricky holding his bag as well as John's. "Morning." she said, smiling.

He returned the smile. "Morning."

Ricky then turned to his son, bending at the knees so that they were eye-to-eye. "Do you want to give Mommy her gift?"

John nodded excitedly and clapped his hands. Ricky laughed and reached inside his bag, pulling out a poorly wrapped present. John took it and ran to Amy, jumping into her lap and handing her the gift.

"Happy Birfday, Momma!" he said, giggling. Amy thought it was incredibly cute how John couldn't pronounce birthday.

"Thanks, sweetie." she said, smiling and kissing his forehead.

"Happy Birthday, Ames." said Ricky, taking a seat to watch her open it before leaving to get his breakfast.

"Thanks. Did you wrap this or did John?" she teased, pointing to the loose paper and random tape all over.

"Hey, don't tease. I'm a man. I don't wrap gifts.

Amy laughed. "There you go with that whole 'I'm a man.' thing."

"Shut up. I should've gone for the gift bag. Just open it."

So, she did. She pulled off the shiny red paper and tape, revealing a small box. She opened it and found a silver locket nestled in the soft white filling of the box. She picked it up, clicking open the clasp with a smile plastered onto her rose colored lips. Inside was a picture of the three of them on John's first birthday.

Amy looked up at her two boys, smiling at them both. "Thank you! This is beautiful!"

She immediately clasped it onto her neck, admiring the way it dangled on her neck by it's delicate chain. Amy leaned down to kiss her son and whisper another thank you to him, causing him to giggle. She looked up and mouthed another thank you to Ricky, to which he nodded. Amy picked up her son and said, "So how about we get you boys something to eat?"

John clapped and the two teen parents laughed, walking over to the buffet line. Amy scooped some scrambled eggs onto a plate for John, adding some grapes and apple slices to the pile. She grabbed him a carton of orange juice and a fork, then returned to the table, where Ricky had begun eating his enormous pile of bacon.

As Amy fed John, she chatted with Ricky about the program.

"So when is your next concert?" she asked.

"Well, tomorrow we are playing for an elementary school. But after that, nothing until Sunday. You?"

"I have one on Saturday in the park."

Ricky nodded. "So are you getting annoyed by it yet?"

"Yes."

"Too quick." he answered, smirking at her. They both laughed.

"What, and you haven't?" she asked skeptically.

"Oh no, I have." he answered.

"Too quick." she mimicked, encouraging another round of giggles.

"So, after practice, would you maybe want to go out for dinner? I mean, it is your birthday after all."

"Sure." she answered, trying to sneak a peek at her phone.

"They'll call, Ames." he assured her.

"Yeah, I hope so." she admitted.

They finished their breakfast and dropped John off at the daycare place, preparing to face the day.

Amy dropped off her French horn at her room, preparing to go out for her birthday. She quickly re-applied her lip-gloss and switched her jackets. She took the clip out of her hair and shook the loose curls, adding a little extra oomph to it. After that, she grabbed her purse and took the elevator down to the lobby, where Ricky was waiting for her.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Yep." she replied, taking his hand in hers, walking out to hail a cab. Amy stepped out, one foot one the street, as she lifted a hand. After only seconds, a taxi pulled up next to her. Amy slid into the back, and Ricky followed in suit.

Ricky gave the man an address and they took off.

Upon entering the restaurant, Amy was excited to see that it was a place that sold wings. She loved wings. A lot. So she was excited, to say the least. They ordered the biggest plate of wings possible and spent an hour and a half just eating and talking.

After that, they walked down a couple blocks to Dylan's Candy Bar. Amy bought John a shirt and a teddy-bear and, of course, a huge bag of candy. Ricky bought himself and Amy some candy and they had some ice-cream up in the small café at the third floor.

"So did you get any calls?" asked Ricky.

"Yes, actually. Mom and dad called and so did Lauren and Madison. Even Grace did."

"That was nice of her."

"Yeah, it was. Grace is really a great person. I haven't really had a chance to talk to her very much lately."

"Me neither." he admitted.

The two continued eating their sweet frozen treats for a moment before Amy spoke up.

"You know, after this whole program, I've considered giving up the French Horn."

"What?"

"Well, I'd still play for recreation, but I don't want it to be my whole life."

"I understand. I've been thinking about the same thing about the drums."

"So you're not going to be 'Drummer Boy' anymore?"

"Nope."

"Oh well."

Ricky and Amy finished their desert and exited the building, strolling down the streets for a bit. Ricky stopped in front of a Victoria's Secret store.

"No." Amy said, before Ricky could mutter a word.

"Aw, come on! Why not?"

"Because, I said so."

"Let's at least go inside." he pleaded.

"Okay, fine." she said, letting herself be dragged into the store.

Ricky ran to the lingerie section immediately. Amy rolled her eyes and followed after him, trying to pull him from the area.

"Ricky, I'm not wearing any of that."

"Oh, come on, Ames. What about this?" he said, holding up a barely-there purple get-up.

"In your dreams." she said.

"Definitely." he said, causing Amy to blush.

She turned and headed to the shirts. After a few minutes of browsing, she had two choices. One was a blue shirt and one was pink. She couldn't decide which one she wanted.

"The blue one is prettier." said a voice from behind her.

She spun around and came face-to-face with Ricky.

"Then I guess I'll get that one. Did you give up on your little lingerie search?" she asked, smirking.

"Nothing sexy enough in here."

She laughed and went to pay for her shirt. After paying, Ricky hailed a cab and the two began the long ride to the hotel.

"I still don't see why you insist upon taking these bags up before getting John." grumbled Amy.

Ricky laughed. "Don't question me." he said, opening the door to his room. He walked in and so did Amy. They froze at what they saw next.

Adrian Lee was stretched out on Ricky's bed, in nothing but her underwear.

"Hey, Ricky." she said seductively, seeming not to care about Amy's presence.

"What are you doing here, Adrian?" said Ricky, harshly. Adrian giggled and gave an innocent smile.

"You know how it is. You call, I answer. I'm easy like that." she huskily whispered the last part. Ricky turned to Amy.

"Amy, you know I wouldn't do that. Don't believe a word she says." he said. She put a hand on his shoulder.

"Ricky! Stop. I believe you." she said, looking into his eyes. "I trust you." He nodded, and Amy walked over to Adrian, still trying her best pose.

"Adrian, are you really this desperate? This is low. Even for you."

Adrian rolled her eyes, sitting up on the bed. "Don't give me that goody goody crap. Ricky called me. Guess he's not your little boyfriend anymore." she said, speaking to Amy as if she was speaking to a toddler.

"I trust him. I was with him this whole night. He didn't call you."

"The whole time?" asked Adrian.

Amy thought. They had been apart for a few minutes in Victoria's Secret. She turned to Ricky.

"Is that why you gave up on your whole lingerie search? You had called Adrian?" she turned to Adrian.

"And you! Are you so pathetic that you'd follow us here to New York in hopes you'd get lucky?"

"Amy, you know I wouldn't do that. I don't like Adrian anymore. She means nothing to me." Ricky said, his warm brown eyes pleading. Amy looked into them, becoming entranced. She could see the honesty in their depths.

"You're right. I believe you." Amy turned to Adrian again.

"But you. Nice try. Now leave." said Amy, rapidly becoming more and more upset and angry.

Adrian stood up and crossed her arms. "I'm pregnant and it's Ricky's baby."

I know, I'm horrible to end like that. There are only about two more chapters left, most likely. Hope you enjoyed, and review as always!