Chapter 2

Amy stood in front of the door to the apartment. Ricky's apartment. She did not live there anymore. She took a deep breath before knocking on the door. It was late, well past John's bedtime but she wanted to see him.

"Who's there?" Ricky's voice called from the other side.

"Amy." She replied, her voice shaking. They hadn't been face to face since she had left for New York.

She could hear rustling around the apartment. He was taking too long to answer the door. Maybe he had someone in there. Maybe Clementine. Amy's heart began to race in her chest. Her stomach turned and she felt the all too familiar feeling of throwing up.

Ricky finally made his way to opening the door. Amy pushed past him and ran to the kitchen sink where she vomited up the disgusting airport food. When she finally finished throwing up, she raised out the sink and began to search for bleach to clean it with.

"Hey- hey. I've got that." Ricky grabbed her elbow and pulled her away from the sink. "Ya sick or something?" He placed his hand against her forehead, checking for a fever. It was like they hadn't been separated at all.

"I think it's just the airport food." Amy replied. "I just wanted to see John."

"He's asleep. It's 11 o'clock." Ricky sprayed cleaner in the sink and grabbed Amy a glass of water.

"I know. I just wanted to physically see him. I've missed him so much." She paused before finishing. "I honestly wasn't sure where to go. My mom's house is up for sale and it is empty. My dad lives with Kathleen. I supposed I could stay there or stay with Grace in the guest house. I just figured I'd come here first and then figure it out." Amy admitted.

"I hadn't thought about it." Ricky replied. "Sit down." He gestured towards the fully made pull out couch.

Amy took a seat and Ricky sat in the chair across from her.

"You can stay here." He kindly offered.

"I don't think that's a good idea." Amy responded. Thinking about the last time her and Ricky had shared a bed together. They had sex the night before she left.

"It's fine. I'll sleep in John's room tonight and we can figure something out in the morning."

"I can sleep with John." Amy retorted.

"Until we are sure you aren't contagious. I'll sleep with John." Ricky said.

"Oh… yeah. I'm sure it's just the food." Amy said

"I'm sure." Ricky began to grab his pillows off the couch and retreated towards John's room.

"It's good to see you, Amy." He whispered before he disappeared into John's room completely.

Amy lay down on the bed. Glad that she had worn leggings and a sweatshirt on the plane. She closed her eyes and began to drift off to sleep. Suddenly her eyes shot open and she sat up in bed and began to count on her fingers. One, Two, Three, Four, Five….Six.

"Crap." She mumbled.

There was nothing she could do about it tonight and surely her period was late for some other reason. Not because she was pregnant again… right?