A Spring Break Affair: Love Always Leads You Back.

This is a One-Shot prequel, consisting of only a couple chapters of the events leading up to my other stories, "Secret Life the Movie: When One Chapter Closes…" and "Secret Life 2: Happily Ever After?" (I strongly recommend reading that story first, so you know the basis for this one).

Synopsis: Three years after Amy left for Hudson University, she and Ricky continued co-parenting to the best of their abilities. New relationships brewed between her and Ben, and Ricky and Clementine, but neither one of them felt fully committed to their partners. During Spring Break of Amy's senior year in college, she returns home to visit. She and Ricky spend some long awaited time together, and eventually the love they've always had for each other, causes things to happen. When one thing leads to another, they are left questioning whether this was a mistake, or does love always lead you back? (Rated Mature for Sexual Content).

Author's note: This will be written in both Amy and Ricky's Point Of View, and will switch back and forth between scenes. Hope you enjoy.

Chapter One: Amy's Coming Home.

Ricky's Point Of View

Drip… Drip… Drip… The sound of the coffee slowly making its way into the pot was driving me crazy.

It was 6am, and I had been up all night looking over the paperwork for the new butcher shop. There were so many things to do, like making sure the permits were all in place, the contracts, the potential new employee resumes, ugh, my head was spinning.

I couldn't wait to drink some of the coffee brewing on the kitchen counter, and if it didn't finish soon, I was going to have to steal some of John's Elmer's Glue, and seal my eyelids open.

John still hadn't moved from his bed yet, despite my three attempts to wake him up.

This was the normal routine every morning. I would have to fight with him to get up for school, and then he would slowly drag his little body around the house, making us both run late on time.

I was used to it though, it was kind of like our thing, plus, I wasn't any more enthusiastic about the morning then he was. I hated them too, and I'd much rather sleep in past ten o'clock anyway; but that was not possible, and we both really needed to get moving.

"John!" I yelled on the top of my lungs, this time about four times louder than I yelled the last three times.

A few seconds later he appeared, sluggish as ever, in the hallway opening.

"I don't feel good daddy, I think I'm sick" he said following an exceedingly obvious fake cough.

I smirked a little; he was pretty funny to think he could pull one over on me.

"Yeah, I'm sure you are just fine John" I said as I stood up and walked over to the finished coffee pot anxiously.

Ahh, finally.

I took the first and most anticipated sip from my mug filled with plain black coffee, and turned around to find John making his way over to the chair by the table.

"What kind of cereal do you want today buddy? We've got Cheerios or Cornflakes." I asked, and John listlessly replied "cornflakes dad".

I grabbed the milk from the refrigerator and a bowl from the cabinet, and placed it on the table in front of him, motioning for him to pour it himself.

He sighed, but did it anyway.

Lately I had been trying to make him a bit more independent, pushing him to do things on his own, or in my motivating words, like a "big boy".

He just turned six, and although I was guilty of babying him a bit, he had to start learning to do things on his own too.

I sat back down, beside John at the kitchen table and continued to drink the rest of my coffee, as he ate his cereal.

Even though I wasn't the biggest fan of mornings, I truly enjoyed these kinds of mornings with my son, before the daily vibes kicked in. Even if we sat in silence at the kitchen table, it was still just John and I, it was our thing.

"Are you picking me up from school today daddy?" John asked after placing the last spoonful of cornflakes in his mouth.

"No buddy, Mommy is coming today remember? She'll be here this afternoon, her and grandpa are picking you up and you're going to stay overnight at grandpas house".

A smile beamed across his face, and his eyes lit up passionately. "Oh yeah! I forgot!" he shouted. "I can't wait to see mommy, I miss her so much!" he exclaimed.

I smiled and then responded "I know you do buddy; now why don't you go get dressed for school? The sooner you get dressed, the sooner we can get you to school, and the sooner mommy will be there to pick you up afterwards".

John jumped out of his seat eagerly, and ran towards into his room to do as I said.

He's really missed Amy. These past four years have been hard on him… he needs his mother, and although I'm doing the best I can raising him on my own basically, her graduating and returning home this May is going to be a big help. As much as John gets excited to see his mom during visits home, she eventually has to leave and go back, and he is depressed for days afterwards. I would say that was probably the worst part about Amy and I's agreement. At least this is the last "visit", and come May, she will be home for good, and I know John can't wait.

It's been about three months since I'd seen Amy last, back on her Christmas Break visit.

That wasn't exactly fun for me though.

Her and Ben both returned home together for the holidays, and Clementine left for Florida to visit with family, so I was pretty much alone.

John wanted to be with his mother, and of course George and Kathleen both invited me over, but there was no way in hell I wanted to be there while Ben and Amy were prancing around together.

I hated the fact that she was even with him in the first place again, but hell, who was I to say anything right?

Yeah I was with Clementine, but I didn't jump into that as fast as Amy did.

I was miserable when she left, and to be honest I still was, but she and Ben were together in less than a year after she left home.

Ugh, it pissed me off so much.

There we were, twenty four hours away from walking down the aisle together, and in less than a year she was back in Ben's arms? It really agitated me even thinking about it.

Clementine and I had only been together for about a year, and it took me almost three years to even allow myself to be in a relationship with anyone again after Amy.

She pretty much ripped my heart out.

Clementine was a good woman, and she truly cared about me, but I was still unsure, a year into our relationship, whether or not I was doing the right thing by being with her.

I liked her, she was smart, funny, and beautiful, but I wasn't in love with her.

I don't think I would ever be in love with her.

The only woman I ever loved decided to move three thousand miles away from me, and even still, she was the only woman I loved.

She wasn't mine though, and I had accepted that at that point, but it didn't mean it didn't hurt still, because it did.

It cut like a thousand knives to watch her with Ben, hence the reason I couldn't spend Christmas at George and Kathleen's with them.

Either way, this time Amy was coming home alone for Spring break, because Ben was involved in some sort of internship out in New York, and although I was happy about not seeing him, I always got nauseous and nervous in the days leading up to her visits home.

It happened every time, and this time was no different than the others.

She always insisted on getting dinner with me or something, just so we could talk about John in school and everything else. I understood her reasoning for it, which is why I always complied, but it killed me to sit with her alone.

I don't think the feelings I have for her will ever disappear, and every time I sit there looking over at her across from me, I find myself slowly sinking back into the depression that took me over after she left four years ago.

Not only did I have to deal with my own emotions when she would visit, but I also had to deal with Clementine's nervousness, and uneasy feelings towards my spending time with the mother of my child.

She always gets real clingy when Amy comes home, for reasons I could understand of course, but still she gets quite irritating.

She calls me a hundred times throughout the day, and of course every time I meet with Amy about John, she needs to know every detail we spoke about.

Ugh, and probably the worst part is the fact that whenever Amy is in town, Clementine's pressures to sleep together go in full force.

I haven't had sex with anyone since Amy, and to be honest I was okay with that. A lot has changed since I was in high school, before Amy and I got together. I realized how important love is when it comes to sleeping with someone, and ever since Amy, well, I haven't felt that way about anyone ever again.

I wanted to feel that way for Clementine, I did, but it just wasn't there right then, and I was unsure of whether or not it ever would be. It was complicated I guess.

"Daddy I'm ready" John says as he runs into the kitchen and interrupts my own thoughts.

Suddenly my cell phone buzzes on the table next to me, just as I'm about to answer him.

"Incoming Call from Amy" is on the screen.

"Mommy's calling right now John" I told him as I swiped the phone to answer.

"Hey Amy" I answered.

"Hey Ricky, I was just calling to talk to John real quick before my plane takes off" Amy said, on the other end.

"Oh okay, he's right here, you will definitely be here before John gets out of school later"

"Yeah of course, I can't wait to see him" she responded.

"He's excited too Amy, here I'll put him on"

I smiled and handed John the phone, and he walked into the living room with it to talk to his mother.

I couldn't lie, I was excited to see Amy, I would always be, but on the other hand, my nerves were spinning through me like adrenaline.

I don't know why, after four years I couldn't get over these feelings, ugh, this was going to be a rough couple of days.