Amy's POV

I laid my head back against the pillow. Wow what a kiss! It may have been even better than the one at band camp… what was I doing though? I can't fall for him; he's already our son's dad! Besides he has Adrienne, I'm not even sure if I want a boyfriend.

A day later I was sleeping in my hospital room. I woke up when I felt a gush of wind. I opened my eyes to find that Ricky was by the windows, he opened them.

"Sorry, I thought you could use some fresh air." He said.

"It's fine. It feels nice to have some cool air in this stuffy room." I said sitting up.

"The doctor says that you can leave today. They're just putting John's blanket around him, they want him to look nice for your parents and friends." He said smiling.

"I forgot that I'm actually going to have to face people." I said smiling.

"Are you still on those pain killers? That last sentence didn't make sense. You'll always have to see people." He said smiling.

"Maybe I am, I meant that I forgot that people are going to be coming to my house. You're foster parents, our friends, my family, your family, everybody." I said.

"That made sense." He said laughing.

"Hey! Be nice, I just had your baby." I said smiling.

I could not be falling for Ricky Underwood. I can't! Ricky doesn't love me, I don't even know if he could ever love me. I just had his son, I'm fat, I'm tired, and I haven't really cared about how I looked lately. Why should he like me?

Ricky went to go to the desk. He wanted to check me out of my room. While he did that I got changed. I sat in the wheelchair they told me to sit in and I waited for my son. About five minutes later the nurse walked in with John. He was cleaned and wrapped in a soft blue blanket and he wore a matching hat.

"Wow look at him." Ricky said looking at John.

"Yeah he looks like you." I said.

"He has your eyes." He said.

"You think so?" I asked.

"Yes I do, and he has both of our smiles. A little of each." He said.

"We can't really tell, he doesn't smile that often." I told him.

"Alright let's stop proving me wrong and let's get you home. Your mom asked if I could drop you off since she's stuck home with Ashley who has a stomach virus and is constantly vomiting." He said.

"You're kidding right? I can't bring my baby to a house where he could get a stomach virus!" I yelled.

"Relax Amy, I'm kidding." I said laughing. "then I told her that I had baby-proofed my room and I had a crib. You can stay until Ashley's better. I have a couch, a bed, and a crib. So we'll all be able to stay. I'll sleep on the couch." He said.

"Ricky you don't have to do that." I said.

"Yeah I kind of do, if I don't my son will get sick." He told me.

"Alright let's stop proving me wrong and take me to your house." I told him smiling.

" Hey don't mock me." He said laughing.

After an hour of driving from the hospital we arrived at Ricky's house. It was a gorgeous house, really big and open. A lot of windows, it was so pretty.

"Wow Ricky, it's a really nice house" I said as we walked through the front door.

"Why thank you." He said.

We walked into his room, it was a big room with (like he said…) A couch a crib and a bed. There were a few dressers, a closet, a desk, and of course more windows.

"Wow." I said.

"Thank you?" He asked laughing.

"Yeah it's a compliment." I said as we put John into the crib.

"Now, are you alright? Are you hungry? Thirsty? Tired? Sad? Angry at me?" he asked.

"Yes, no, no, no, no, and of course not!"I said laughing.

"So, yes you're alright?" He asked.

"Yeah I'm fine." I said.

"Alright you can sleep on my bed tonight." He said.

"Ricky……" I said blushing.

"I'm sleeping on the couch!" He said "You don't really think that we'd do that… you just had a baby. We're not even together Amy!"

"I know you just… got me nervous." I said.

"Okay I picked up your clothes and pajamas. Your mom packed them for you. She says that she's really sorry that you can't come home. Unfortunately Ashley isn't getting better. She's still sick. "He told me.

"Oh alright. I'm going to the bathroom to get changed. Can you just tell me where it is?" I asked him.

"Yeah sure. " He said and pointed it out to me.

About five minutes later Ricky was leaning over the crib looking at our son.

"He's cute isn't he?" I asked.

He jumped "Geez you scared me!" He said.

"Sorry. Well I suggest that we get to bed now before we get woken up." She told me.

"Alright. Goodnight Amy." He said and hugged me.

"Ricky if you want I can sleep on the couch. Really I don't mind." I said.

"Amy goes to bed." He said laughing.

So I got into Ricky's bed. It felt kind of weird, not the bed, just the fact that I'm in Ricky's bed. I'm just happy that I'm not at my house. I don't want John or me to catch a virus. I laid there in his bed; I hadn't realized how tired I was until now. I was exhausted, so I just went to sleep almost immediately.