"Maybe this was a bad idea." Amy stated, dangling her arm out the open window from the passenger side of the car, staring out to see the brick house.
Ricky moved his hand to shift the car into park, "You worry way too much, you know that? This is your dad you're about to talk to"
"If you've ever talked to my father about something serious then you wouldn't make fun of me."
"Oh we've had our share of serious conversations. Or do you just not remember that he almost punched me in the face 3 years ago?"
"Right... I forgot."
"Yeah. You'd think with his warm and fuzzy demeanor, that he'd work in as an insurance collector... or something."
"What does that mean?"
"Nothing. It was supposed to be funny, Amy"
"But it wasn't funny. Besides, I'm too nervous to laugh about anything... I think I'm gonna throw up."
"I better get used to hearing that..." He lets out an inappropriate laugh, turning the key to shutting off the engine, "Too quick?"
"Yep." Her eyes shot at him, "And by the way, not funny."
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"Dad?" Amy shouted through the house.
"George?" Ricky shouted following Amy's lead.
"Granpa?" John questioned, walking hand in hand with his dad through the house.
"Dad?"
"George?"
"Granpa?" The back door opened suddenly revealing George and a spunky Moose.
"There you are!" Amy shouted at her father from the living room.
"Here I am." His lips pursed, "Wait, was I supposed to be somewhere?"
"No, we just couldn't find you."
"Oh, I was in the garage. You need something?" he asked, leaning on the countertop.
"I was hoping we could talk..." she asked hesitantly, leading herself to the all too familiar round table.
Ricky and John followed suit. John placed himself on Amy's lap, while Ricky stood.
George was busy attending to the pot on the kitchen burner, the water an array of bubbles that started to overflow the lid. "I was making these for me and Moose, but you're more important." He placed two long hotdogs in short buns, placing them on two separate paper plates before bringing them to the table. "Here you go little man," placing one of the hotdogs, with a blue plastic fork attached, in front of John.
"Sworry Moose" John apologized to the lab sitting by his feet. Moose let out a sad grunt and positioned himself to catch the discarded leftovers.
Afraid that John might choke, Amy took the blue fork stuck inside his lunch and began to cut it into smaller pieces. "I'll just make myself some tea. John honey, can you sit in that chair so mommy can get up?" she asked her toddler who was busy shoving pieces inside his mouth.
Ricky removed himself from the side of the table, "I got it."
She waited until Ricky arrived back with her tea to speak again. "So... Ricky and I were talking about the wedding last night"
"Oh and how did that turn out?" George asked, with a mouthful of hotdog, turning her stomach a little.
"Good." Taking a sip, "Really good actually; so great that we're thinking of maybe moving it up..."
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You Fill My Heart
FanfictionRicky and Amy are newly engaged but will the stresses of that next step in their relationship push them over the edge? Add that to the everyday struggle of teen parenthood which will also be rocked. Will they get through, or will it tear them apart...