The Book Of Me & You

"Time And Space, It Sucks - I Hate This"

"You know that if you choke, I won't be able to give you the Heimlich, right?" He chuckled, straightening out his legs across the blanket. Her eyes widened, putting a hand over her mouth as she chewed. "Kidding, but seriously, take a break."

Swallowing, "You think you can just put a container of wings next to me and not watch me eat them all?" She grabbed another chicken wing, staring directly into his face, "Do you even know me, Underwood?"

He scoffed playfully, scooting closer to her, "I do know you, and I know that although it took me four hours to perfect those chicken wings, they'll be gone in 10 minutes."

They both giggled, enjoying the calm breeze of the late September air. The tree they were under swaying gently as a few leaves floated their way down and onto the medium-sized blue picnic blanket all three of them were sharing.

"I can't believe you did all of this!" Smiling, Amy pushed her bangs away from her face, holding a red solo cup to her lips

Nodding, "Yeah, well, I know you've been feeling a little..." Ricky trailed, careful in picking the right words to say as to not upset her.

"Pregnant?" She interjected, picking up another wing from the bucket inside the picnic basket, laying her other hand on her expanding bump.

"Yeah - that." He smirked, putting his hand over hers and moving it around in hopes of feeling their unborn child kick, "I wanted to do something special for you."

Amy had been stuck inside the apartment 24/7 since they'd gotten the news about her pregnancy, and while Ricky didn't want her doing anything strenuous, he also understood that she needed space and air too. So, he took the day off and arranged a picnic for them all in the park - he even spent two days researching chicken wing recipes and tried to perfect at least one of them. He wanted to make her feel special because she was worth it - and because she was willing to risk her life to carry his second child. He loved her, more than she probably ever could even realize.

"You already do so much for us - right John?"

John looked up from his spot on the blanket they were sharing under the shade tree, cramming another mound of cut-up French fries into his mouth while slamming down his second Capri-Sun pouch.

"Slow down, buddy, you're gonna choke like mommy." Ricky chuckled again, pulling his son's hand away from his mouth. Amy side slapped his arm playfully, pursing her lips.

Jumping up quickly, John ran around the picnic basket, colliding into Ricky's back, giggling, "Mommy, I pway on da sw-ing?" She rose a brow at him, swiping some hair away from his forehead.

"You got a little -" Ricky gestured to her mouth, using his thumb to wipe a spot of sauce from the corner. She smiled affectionately, licking her lips before leaning up and putting her lips to his.

"Mommyyy..." John whined, moving over to her and pushing on her shoulders before just taking off towards his desired destination, "Go n-oww, mommy!"

Groaning lowly, she pulled away from his lips, pouting as she threw her head back

"I got him," Ricky smirked, rising on his hands to get up and quickly shoving one of them into the picnic basket

"Hey!" Amy scolded, creasing her brow

Taking the chicken wing between his teeth, he couldn't help but stifle a laugh, "I have to at least have one, Ames!" Before rolling forward and sprinting towards the playground after the toddler.

His eyes sprung open, the warm memory of his dream being drowned by the siren like wails erupting from the baby monitor by his head.

Without a second of hesitation, Ricky grabbed the pillow from behind his head and slammed it over his face; suffocating the muffled scream passing his lips.