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Summery: This Is Five Years after the Current Episodes... Adrian, Ricky, Amy, Ben, Grace, Jack and everyone graduated... Adrian has a pretty big secret that only Grace and Jack know...

A/N: Thank you for the reviews and this is chapter two!

Secret Life of Adrian

Adrian stood in her daughter's room, watching her as she slept. Her daughter. Her little Amabel, or Bella as everyone called her. It was weird at times to be a mother, but other times it just felt right. Like somehow this was meant to happen. All Adrian knew was that she was going to do a halvah lot better than her own mother.

Ever since she had kicked Adrian out at eighteen and pregnant, mother and daughter don't talk much. After finding out her only daughter was pregnant, Miss Lee threw a temper tantrum, telling Adrian to get the hell out of her apartment.

Adrian was upset; she went the first place she could think of: The Bowman's. They took her in with open arms, praying for her and the child once they found out she was having one. Grace talked to her friend about keeping the baby and after a few days Adrian told her she was.

Adrian looked around her daughter's room, taking in the room's colors and its features. The walls were a lavender color that she painted her-self with Grace's help. The floor was a white shaggy carpet. There was a window seat that made Adrian pick this room for her first born.

The room was well kept. The toys were in the toy bins, that Jack built, the clothes in the closet and other things where they needed to be. The walls were also covered in pictures that Bella had drawn and ones that were photos.

Adrian looked over at her baby. She wasn't a baby anymore; she was three and a half. Her features, such as her piercing chocolate brown eyes and slightly curly brown hair, and mannerisms were all Adrian's. Nothing from her father and for that Adrian was grateful.

Adrian was walking out; nearing the door she heard something. A small voice.

"Mommie?" Adrian slowly turned around to look at her daughter who now sat up in her bed, rubbing her eyes with her small fists.

"Yes Baby?"

"I love you." Adrian smiled a soft smile and walked back over to her daughter's big girl bed.

"Love you too, Baby, but it's late. Almost nine at night. Bedtime, past bedtime." The little girl nodded her head causing her pigtails to bounce on her shoulders. Bella lay back down and snuggled under her blanket, holding her baby blanket close.

Adrian bent down and kissed her child's head and whispered her goodnights.

"G'night Bella."

"Mommie? Can you use the secret name?" Bella asked in a loud whisper. Adrian rolled her eyes with a playful smile on her face.

"Good night Jelly Belly."

"Night Mommie." And she closed her eyes, falling into a blissful slumber. Once Adrian was sure her daughter was sleeping and that the Tinker Bell night light was plugged in, she creped out of the room.

As soon as she got down the stairs, a knocking at the front door sounded. Because she was tired, she just ripped the door open with out checking the peep hole. Before she could even blink, her lips were being held firmly against another pair.

She knew these lips, but from where. It took her a second to figure it out. Ricky! She shoved him off of her.

"What the hell Ricky!" Adrian shouted.

"Come on Adrian. For old times sake."

"No! My daughter is sleeping up stairs!" Ricky shook his head.

"Where is this girl's father? Hmmm?" A look of hurt crossed Adrian's face, but she quickly hid it, but not before Ricky noticed.

"He doesn't know about her. Took off with another woman before I even knew. Not that you have to know anyway."

"Adrian, look, I'm sorry, I didn't-" She cut him off.

"Know. I know." She sighed. "Why are you here Ricky?"

"I needed someone in a way that only you could fill."

"Ricky, I can't be with you. It wouldn't be fair to me or Bella." Ricky raised an eyebrow.

"Bella?" Ricky asked, questioning the name.

"That's my daughter's name. Amabel."

"Well that's…different." He finished lamely.

"Look Ricky, you need to go. It's late."

"It's only," He raised his wrist to look a watch. "Nine."

"I have to get Bella up at eight, so we can eat breakfast and than go to the craft store. And I have to get her to Grace's by one so I can get to school on time."

"You still go to school?" He knew she was smart, but College was not what he expected.

"College." She answered simply.

"And when did you and Grace become such good friends?"

"Ricky?"

"Yeah?"

"Go home." She pushed him out the door and locked it behind him.

A/N: Let's see what happens next...Please review...Please...