Ricky Underwood sat in the waiting room of St. Peter's hospital. He rested his head in his hands and let out a deep sigh. Slowly he lifted his head up and stretched his arms out. He slowly looked at the clock. 8:30 in the morning. About a half an hour ago the doctor had rushed out of the room.

"Mr. and Mrs. Jeurgens?" The doctor asked for. He looked around the waiting room. There were about ten teenagers from Amy's school. And a boy, who looked extremely, stressed out and upset. The two parents got to their feet and walked over.

Ricky observed the doctor, trying to read his expressions. He showed no emotion, probably trained to do so, he talked with his hands but when he used hand motions and whatever emotions he did show, and it did not look good.

Once, the doctor moved back into the room, Anne walked over to Ashley with George, they talked to her and Ashley walked away. Then they went over to Ricky.

"Ricky, Amy's been in labor for 9 hours, she's dilating very slowly, it's nothing dangerous but I'm just letting you know, it's going to be a long time." George said.

Ricky slowly nodded his head. He didn't care much about how long it was going to be. He was going to be there for her and his baby when the time came. Ricky loved everything about her, her smile, her eyes, the way she bites her lip when she's thinking, how her hands are so small compared to his when they held hands, her voice, everything. There was not one flaw to Amy, and if there was, Ricky didn't see it. He looked past it, because nothing else mattered except for her being his.

"Any news?" Ashley said as she sat down, her tear-stained cheeks were red, just like her mothers had been.

"No, nothing." Ricky said. "It's just taking a while…Ashley were you crying?"

"Yeah I was, why do you have a problem with that? My sister is about to have a baby at fifteen! I think I can be nervous for her." Ashley snapped.

"Ashley it's alright, I'm not making fun of you or anything. I don't blame you for being nervous, but you shouldn't be. She'll be fine." Ricky said. Ashley thanked him quietly and walked outside for a while.

Ricky got up, and began pacing back and forth, until he saw a figure standing in the doorway of the hospital's waiting room. Ben Boykevich, the most unlikely person to ever show up walked over. Ben was not expected to be in the waiting room, seeing as the last conversation Amy and Ben ever had was a horrible one, it was their break-up. Ricky remembered every minute of it, because that was the day that they got together.

"BEN BOYKEVICH I HATE YOU WITH ALL OF MY HEART. I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU'D BETRAY ME LIKE THIS. OUT OF ALL THE OTHER GIRLS YOU COULD'VE HAD SEX WITH YOU CHOSE ADRIAN?" Amy screamed.

"Ames, I'm so so so so so sorry. It was a stupid thing to do, and I'll never forgive myself." Ben said sadly.

"No Ben, it's not enough. You knew exactly what you were doing. You were angry and stressed out." Amy said.

"Angry and stressed? Yeah definitely" Ben said angrily.

"You're angry because I'm pregnant and it's not your baby. Well Ben, I'm glad it's not, you know why? Because if it was it'd have your horrible personality." Amy said furiously. "My baby would be a lying, cheating, two-faced, rude, jealous, over-protective, and judgmental child. I don't want that."

"I cannot believe you said that. You're the one who's jealous. Amy, you're so selfish, rude, nasty, jealous, inconsiderate, unintelligent, and unkind woman." Ben said angrily.

"Unintelligent? Ben, I'm smarter than you are." Amy said.

"Obviously not smart enough to get yourself protection now look at you. You're pregnant. Ben said.

"Ben, stop it. I'm only two months pregnant." Amy said. "You better not tell a soul."

"I don't understand how I ever could've thought that I loved you." Ben said.

"I didn't love you, it was simply just infatuation." Amy said tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Goodbye Ames." Ben said and walked out of the door.

Amy stood in the living room, she ran her fingers through her hair which showed her puffy red eyes and red cheeks, her tears left mascara trails down her face. She slowly lifted her shirt to reveal her stomach, there was no sign of a baby yet, and if there was, Ricky wasn't able to see. She looked down at her stomach and placed her hand on it. After about a minute she pulled her shirt down again, covering her stomach and walked into the kitchen. Ricky stood there waiting for her.

Amy, startled, jumped a bit. "Oh gosh, I didn't know you were still here."

"I told you I'd wait." He said with a sly grin.

Amy gave a small hint of a smile and pushed her bangs to the side again. Ricky walked closer to her until he was inches away from her face. His left hand held her right and he placed his right hand on her cheek as he pulled her in for a kiss. After a few seconds Amy tilted her head down and ended the kiss. As her head was facing the ground she smiled.

"I'm glad you're done with him." Ricky said.

"Why's that?" She asked curiously.

"Because now that you're done with him, I can be with you." He said and pulled her in for another kiss. This time she let her hand separate from his and wrapped her arms loosely around his neck, slowly he placed his around her waist.

"This is where it all starts, doesn't it?" Amy asked.

"What starts?" Ricky said.

"Us." Amy said and smiled.

"That it does." He said. His life was complete now because she was in it.