Secret Life just started again! To celebrate I decided to write a story prediction about what I think might happen based on what was hinted in the season preview. And if anyone is interested I'm willing to add more to this story. Anyway enjoy the story.

Amy held tightly onto a three year old John. John was memorized by the sparkling piece of jewelry on her finger. Amy was on her third lap around the neighborhood. It had been almost half an hour since she stormed out of her parent's house.

"Mommy?" John asked sweetly as he played with Amy's hair.

The scowl on Amy's face disappeared as she stared at her young son. He was so sweet and innocent, how could she do this to him?

As they were nearing the house John tugged on Amy's hair.

"Ow John that hurt," Amy frowned as she detached John from her hair.

"Go house," John commanded as he pointed toward the house.

Amy sighed as she looked at the house. As much as she wanted to go back inside, she just couldn't. She couldn't stand to look at him now that he knew what she did.

"Please mommy."

Amy took a deep breath and walked up to the front door. She held onto the cold doorknob then slowly turned it. As she walked inside she tried not to draw attention to herself. But everyone was waiting for her.

She expected him to be furious, to be yelling and cursing the day she ever came into his life but no. He was calmer than she had ever seen him.

"Do you feel better now?" Anne asked.

"No I'm not okay, I hate myself, I'm a horrible person and one walk won't change that," Amy thought to herself but didn't dare to say it out loud.

"Amy let's go home, we need to talk."

Her attention turned towards Ricky. Although he seemed calm on the outside his voice gave him away, he was mad.

Amy nodded as John reached out for his daddy. Amy transferred John to Ricky as they walked out the door.

"How come you didn't get mad in there?" Amy questioned as they were getting in the car.

"You know I don't like to make a scene," Ricky stated.

John was happily buckled into the backseat. Even though the young couple knew he knew what was going on, they still couldn't break the tension; not even for their son.

Ricky continued to stay calm until they were safely behind the locked door of their apartment. Ricky put John down for a nap even though it was nowhere near John's nap time then returned to the living.

Amy was sitting on the couch with her head in her hands. She heard him come in the room but she couldn't look up.

"I can't believe you!" Ricky yelled.

Amy didn't respond.

"Our whole relationship you have been watching me like a hawk making sure I didn't cheat. Then you just go off and cheat on me like it's no big deal," Ricky continued to shout. He face was beginning to turn red like it often did when he was upset.

"Ricky it's not like that, I made a mistake," Amy whimpered.

"I just can't believe you did this. I mean you Amy Juergens. The good girl who gets straight A's and cares more about other people than herself," Ricky talked calmer.

"Ricky I know there is nothing I can say. What I did was unforgivable and I wouldn't blame you if you kicked me out," Amy cried as she looked up at Ricky.

Ricky sat down beside Amy and put his arm around her. Amy put her head into his chest as she cried. Ricky stroked her hair as he tried to calm her down.

"We need to figure out a way to work this out for John. He needs us to be strong; we can't just give up," Ricky assured.

Amy looked up at Ricky, "You know I'm so lucky to have a guy like you in my life."

Amy hugged tightly onto Ricky. Ricky kissed her head then suggested, "Let's just go to bed and work this out in the morning."

Amy nodded as they walked into their bedroom.

When Amy awoke, Ricky was not in the bed. She quickly sat up and looked around. Amy instinctively covered her mouth with her hand. Her stomach bubbled as she felt something weird inside herself. She leaned over the side of the bed and grabbed onto the trash can.

Ricky sat in the living room playing with trains with John when he heard a strange sound coming from the bedroom. He quickly jumped up and ran into the bedroom. He saw Amy leaned over the bed. Her face was pail and the room stank.

"Amy are you okay? Are you sick?" Ricky asked as he rushed over to her.

"I don't know. I just woke up and then I felt sick," Amy answered.

"You're not..."

"I hope not," Amy responded as she got up off the bed.

Ricky turned away from her. He couldn't handle this, not now.

"I should go to the doctor to find out," Amy stated as she pulled on some sweatpants and a sweater.

Dates were running through Ricky's head. It was the 10th right? When was she last...when did we last?

Amy was thinking the same as Ricky, she was scared. She didn't want this to be real. This can't happen now.

Ricky waited anxiously for Amy to get back.

"Daddy where's mommy?" John asked as he pulled himself up onto the couch beside Ricky.

"Mommy is out right now but she will be back soon," Ricky answered.

Just then Amy walked in the door and the expression on her face didn't say good news.

She sat down on the couch and then mumbled, "I'm pregnant."

"How far along?" Ricky questioned.

"I don't know maybe four or five weeks," Amy guessed.

Ricky had another question in mind but he couldn't bear to ask it.

Amy stood up and passed around the room, "When did we last have sex?"

"I'm not sure..."

As much as Ricky didn't want to ask, he knew he had to, "When did you cheat?"

"About four weeks ago."

Ricky stood up and slammed his hand into the wall. Although it hurt his hand, he didn't care. He was furious.

Amy held onto John as she stared at Ricky.

Ricky grabbed his coat and stormed out the door. He drove as fast as he legally could until he reached the house. He got out of his car and pushed opened the front door without even knocking. He rushed upstairs and swung open the bedroom door.

Ricky walked over to him and punched him as hard as he could in his face. He wanted to continue hitting him and never stop but he stopped himself.

"I guess I deserved that," Ben commented as he rubbed his face.

"You know I never thought you could get any lower after the things you have done in the past but I guess I was wrong," Ricky roared.

"Ricky I'm sorry. I didn't mean for things to go that far, it was a huge mistake," Ben begged for forgiveness.

"She's pregnant," Ricky stated as he glared at Ben.

"Whose baby is it?" Ben questioned.

"We don't know."