Fix You

chapter one

Ricky Underwood watched as the cars drove by from his window. It was the busiest street he'd ever lived on. He leased a new apartment in New York, Hamilton Heights neighborhood once he accepted his job position at Boykovich International in New York.

Leo had been so generous these past years, and Ricky was forever grateful for that. Leo was like a second father to him. He guided him in so many directions, and helped him get to where he was today.

His mind lead to memories of Shaker, his adoptive father. He hated when his mind lead to that. He died one month ago, and Ricky was still feeling terrible. Nothing could ever take him out of the funk he was in.

His phone rang. The ringtone he had set to Amy was playing. Sighing, he tapped answer. "Hello."

"Not so jolly ol' Ricky," she joked. "Hey."

"What is it, Amy?" Ricky asked. He wasn't in the mood to talk to her. He came to New York to settle in, and get everything prepared for John.

"I was wondering what's going on." He could hear Amy mutter something to whomever was with her. "Like, you really think John will live with you full time and not me?"

"No, Amy. I don't," Ricky admitted. Due to his constant reminder of his past, he stopped thinking he could have whatever he wanted. He stopped thinking like that. Nothing would get better if all you did was hope for it. "I just want John part of the time here. I want to be in his life as much as I can."

"Moving to New York is certainly going to guarantee you to be in his life a lot. Not like you lived two blocks away from him over here. Why not move to the east coast and expect nothing to change?" He'd had enough of her sarcasm. He'd had enough of her. Ricky never thought he would get irritated of Amy. He loved her once upon a time. So much changed in the past six years.

"I'll call you later." He hung up without a response and looked at all the boxes around him. He had a lot of unpacking to do. It would take him a few hours to hang stuff on the walls, and put his bed up in his bedroom. Not to mention the couches and such were going to be delivered early the next morning.

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Adrian Lee found herself dazing off to the skyline view she got from her office. She was impressed with herself. She'd gotten so far in such a short amount of time. It was a lot of hard work but it was worth it.

She was interrupted by a knock at her door, followed by Omar entering. "Hey, baby."

"What do you want?" She glanced at him and back at the view.

"It's nice to see my lovely fiancé as well," he sat on one of the leather chairs. "I'm leaving for Chicago now."

"That's nice."

Omar rubbed the back of his neck. "Do I get a kiss?" He wondered.

Adrian blew a simple kiss. "Here."

"Okay," Omar scoffed. It wasn't that he didn't love Adrian. He just didn't like that she wasn't as head over heels with him as he was with her. She always seemed to have something else on her mind. She always working, and barely home. "I'll see you next week."

"I don't need attitude, Omar," Adrian bit her lip. "Get over here and get your damn kiss then."

Omar obeyed and went over to her and bent down, sharing a sweet kiss. Adrian pulled away as quickly as it started.

"See you." She waved as he walked over to the door.

"Bye." He left Adrian's office.

She liked being in her office. She loved to work. It was her favorite thing to be doing. She spent most of her time at her firm. It was rare that she ever spent a whole day at home.