Disclaimer: I do not own The Secret Life of the American Teenager, The Fault in Our Stars, or anything pertaining to these things except my own writing.

A/N: Random oneshot I've had for a while. Thanks. *smiley

On her bed Amy read The Fault in Our Stars, unable to fall asleep even at so late an hour–12:30 in the morning. Her lamp light was the only thing to illuminate the darkness, and she was silent as she read, but still her mother knew she was awake. Anne poked her head into the room before stepping fully inside.

"Hey," she said to Amy, who looked up at that and blinked, focusing.

"Oh, hey. What're you doing up?"

Anne sat on the edge of her daughter's bed and shrugged. "I came here to ask you the same. Can't sleep?" Amy nodded, her eyes falling to the book then back up to her mother.

"Yeah; I guess. This book is good, so… And once I have the baby I guess I won't have much time for myself you know?" She rubbed her forehead, suddenly exhausted, the way she always felt when the reminder of having a baby in less than three months loomed upon her.

Anne, understandingly, nodded. "Yeah, I had you and Ashley remember? Are you alright?"

Amy bit her lip and shrugged, while at the same time nodding. "Yeah, I guess. I'm better if that's what you mean. I'd feel more than better if I were getting some help from Ricky, but…"

"Sweetheart, maybe you shouldn't wait for him," Anne pointed out. "He said he wanted to be involved, why don't you try calling him?"

Amy raised her eyebrows in incredulity. "Um, I'm pretty sure you have it backwards, mom. If he wants to be involved, he should come around. He's a selfish jerk who only thinks of himself. He hasn't asked me how I'm doing, how my–our baby is doing in, I don't even know, three weeks? He doesn't care, and I honestly think he's forgotten that he's the one who impregnated me."

"I know you think so, sweetie, but you haven't made him feel too welcome."

Amy shook her head, lips parted in annoyed disbelief. "Whose side are you on here? Mine or Ricky's?"

"Amy; you know I'm always on your side, through everything. Ricky isn't my favorite person but we both know that neither marrying nor dating Ben will qualify yours and Ricky's baby as his. So if Ricky still wants to be a part of the baby's life, then you have to let him. It isn't as though he has a record, or is a threat."

"He's a threat alright, to virgins everywhere," Amy snapped. Anne gave her a warning look and Amy shut her mouth tightly. "Fine. Fine! Okay? I'll call him; invite him over or something so we can talk. Bu tit won't do any good. He's a total fake."

Anne breathed out. "Well, maybe your including him willingly will make him want to open up," she suggested. Amy chewed the inside of her cheek, clearly unhappy. "I seriously doubt it. But here's to hoping."