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"You'll never love her, you know", a pretty Latina spoke. "Not the way you love me."

Ricky sighed. "Adrian, I can't deal with this right now. Not when I'm this confused."

"But you aren't confused, Ricky. We are the ones that are meant to be together. Not you and Amy."

"She's my wife", he pointed out.

"Yeah, because she got pregnant. And you can still be a part of your kid's life. You don't have to be with her to do it. You're the father. You have rights", she remarked.

"I wouldn't try to take the baby from Amy."

"She doesn't even want it! The only reason she hasn't had an abortion by now is because she knew that the baby was a sure fire way to keep you! She knew that she was going to lose you to me, so she concocted this scheme to get pregnant!"

Amy was walking down the hallway when she heard Ricky's voice coming from one of the rooms. It didn't take her long to recognize Adrian's. Against her better judgment, she leaned her head against the door.

"Adrian, please stop making this harder than it has to be."

"I can't just let you go, Ricky. Not when I still love you so much."

"Adrian..."

"Tell me you don't feel the same way", she interrupted. "Tell me that you don't love me too, and I'll let this go."

He sighed. "I can't do that."

Amy could feel tears welling up in her eyes as she moved away from the door. She slid down onto the floor. Everything had been a lie. Ricky was still in love with his ex-girlfriend. She should've known better. How could she be with someone who didn't love her back? That was when she noticed the pool of blood on the floor.


Amy wiped a tear from her eye as the memory of losing her precious Faith came flooding back to her. That was the single worst day of her life. She glanced at John through the rearview mirror. He was peacefully asleep. It was times like these when she would envision Faith next to him. Like it should've been. She couldn't help but wonder how different her life would be if she had never lost her daughter. Maybe she would still be with Ricky? Of course, he would still probably be pining for Adrian.

Would he have been a good father? Maybe. She did believe him when he said he wanted to be. But wanting to do something and actually doing it were two completely different things. There were times when she would wonder what he would be like with John. She remembered so clearly the utter horror in his eyes when he found her that day in the hallway. Almost as if he was mourning Faith before they even knew that she was gone. Still, he had done everything he could to try to get her to the hospital in time.


"Ricky!" Amy's bloodcurdling scream could be heard throughout the apartment complex. Several people came out of their rooms to see what was going on.

Ricky's face appeared in the crowd, as well as Adrian's in the background. "Amy!", he cried as he kneeled down next to her. "What happened?"

She felt dizzy and scared out of her mind. "My baby!", she cried out. "Please save my baby!"

Ricky looked around at the people who were surrounding his wife. "Somebody call an ambulance, please! She's pregnant!"

The room started to go dark. Ricky stroked her hair. "Amy, stay with me, baby. We're going to get you to the hospital. Just hang on a little bit longer."

"My...baby...please save my baby", she mumbled as she succumbed to the darkness.

Her eyes fluttered open to bright lights causing her to squint. There were faces all around her. Her parents. Her sister. Ricky. The hospital. Why was she at the hospital? Then, she remembered the blood.

"Amy, sweetheart", her mother uttered as she gently stroked her daughter's hair.

"Mama. My baby? Is my baby okay?", she asked weakly.

No one answered. There was no need for words. The somber looks on everyone's faces told her the devastating truth. No. No, her baby couldn't be gone! She looked at Ricky whose expression was a mix of pain and guilt. It couldn't be. Her baby was fine! It had to be!

"No...", she whimpered as her mother held her head in her arms. "No. Please, no! Not my baby!"

Tears flooded her eyes. It felt like someone had stabbed her in the heart. Her precious baby was gone. Just like that.

A tear escaped from Ricky's eye. He wanted so much to comfort his wife. But how could he do that when he was the one who had caused her so much pain? He was the one who carelessly got her pregnant. Now, it was his fault that she had lost the baby. It was no coincidence that she had just been randomly outside Adrian's apartment. She had probably heard their whole conversation. The realization cut him like a knife. He had killed his own baby.


She pulled over on the side of the road to wipe her eyes. Maybe this was why she wanted to get as far away from home as she possibly could. Because it brought back all of these horrible memories. Pain that she never wanted to feel again. But she did feel it. The loss of her daughter stayed with her every day. She loved John with all of her heart, and was so grateful that she didn't lose him too. But Faith would always have a special place in her heart. Her little angel.

The utter pain and rage that Amy felt after the miscarriage was ultimately what drove her to leave town. She blamed Ricky. She didn't want to, but she did. She blamed Adrian. Adrian who was probably thrilled when she found out that there was no baby anymore. At least, that was what they all thought. She just wanted to get away. To have a fresh start. To never have to think about either one of them ever again. Of course, it was hard not to think about Ricky when she found out that she was, in fact, still pregnant. She had been in a mixture of shock and happiness. She remembered how blessed she felt to hear her baby's heartbeat. How her heart swelled with love when he was placed in her arms for the first time.

She wanted to call Ricky. She wanted to tell him that they had a beautiful baby boy. But the more she thought about it, the more concerned she was for her future. She didn't want to go back home. She loved New York. And she certainly didn't want to put herself right back into that mess with Ricky and Adrian. Then, she eventually decided that she wouldn't tell him. John would be hers and hers alone. Was it selfish? Maybe. Was it the right decision? That was still to be determined.