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***Some OOCness in this chapter, mostly on Ricky's part. I apologize, I try to keep this as in character as possible, in case you haven noticed, but there's only so much I can do when I stray from the original script! I hope you like it anyway!***

Sorry if this chapter sucks, I had major writing block.

And this chap doesn't have a name lol sry again

Amy's POV

Something simple will have to do right now, Amy decided, I don't have the time to get all dressed up for Ricky. Nor do I do I have a lot of clothes. Her supply of maternity clothes was plenty, but not always stylish. So she dressed in a green long sleeved shirt under a white flowy tank top and maternity jeans. She brushed her hair, mercifully thankful that at least her hair was naturally straight and she didn't have to spend time straightening it like a lot of girls did. She applied the faintest brush of makeup and descended the stairs.

Breakfast was in full buzz in her wide, homey kitchen.

"Morning honey," Anne greeted her daughter, "Are you eating?"

"Just tea for me thanks," Amy sat gingerly in her chair, and when her family looked sharply at her meager request she added, "I'm going to Ricky's for lunch."

Silence.

George coughed and looked up from his paper, "He invited you?" He asked, his eyebrows raised.

"Yes!" Amy was exasperated, "Why is that so hard to believe."

"'Cause it's Ricky." Ashley interrupted abruptly, and left the table, per her fashion.

"Amy, honey." Anne said, "Are you sure you want to go through with this? I thought you were trying to avoid Ricky right now."

"I was but we got to talking the other day-" And some other things, Amy thought, though she didn't mention that, "and he invited me to his house so we could discuss the baby and the adoption and such." She finished.

"We-ll" Obviously Anne wasn't fond of the idea, "I suppose that's fine, of course. At least he wants to talk. What do you think George?"

"Me? I think it's a stupid idea. What you need is to stay away from Ricky!" George grumbled.

Amy shook her head, "Dad I know you don't like Ricky, but I have to talk to him. I have to be mature about him and the baby. "

"George snorted, "Ha! Mature? Just because you had sex with Ricky and are having a baby doesn't make you mature!"

"Well maybe I should start being mature then!" Amy stood up and stormed angrily out of the kitchen as she heard her mom reprimand her father, "George why did you have to-"

They don't get it. I have to do what I think is right. I know every thinks it's crazy that I want to work things out, but I really don't care anymore.

Ricky's POV

Ricky was pacing frantically in his room, so much so that his foster mom, Marguerite, came upstairs to see what was the matter. She found him dressed in a nice polo and black jeans, and smiled to herself.

"What are you doing?" She asked, making him jump a little: He hadn't seen her.

"Waiting for Amy." He sat down on his bed.

"Ah," Marguerite sat down next to him, "Are you nervous that she's meeting us, or nervous that she's coming over to talk about your's and the baby's future?"

"The last one." He admitted, "I'm not worried about you guys, you're great."

His foster mom smiled again, "Well thanks darling. You're pretty wonderful yourself."

Ricky stood up, "Well Amy's family doesn't think so." He said, frustrated, "They don't even want her to see me, I know."

"Well then you have to show them that you are a good person. Starting with this meeting you set up. That's a great step Ricky!."

"Yeah…"

The doorbell rang.

"Ready?" Marguerite asked him, giving him a squeeze, "It'll be fine."

Ricky took a deep breath, "Yeah. Let's go."

Ricky tugged open the door downstairs, and when he caught sight of Amy, he felt his heart tug as well.

She was so beautiful, he marveled at the sight of her standing there, the sun pouring around her, giving her copper hair a halo glow. Her white shirt billowed around her, and she smiled, looking like an ethereal goddess to Ricky.

"Hi." She said.

He swallowed, "Hi"

"Come in come in." He opened the door wider and ushered her into the living room.

She sat, smoothing her long shirt beneath her, "Thanks."

Ricky sat opposite, as casually as he could, "Can I get you anything? Water, juice?"

"No I'm fine."

"Really it's no trouble, "Ricky started to stand.

"No, Ricky. It's fine really."

"Okay." He sat again.

For a few seconds neither one said anything.

"So, what did you want to talk about?" Amy said, awkwardly positioning herself on his couch.

"Um, well. The baby. And the adoption, and us." He said in a rush.

Amy stood still, "Is there and us?"

"I don't know, is there?"

"I don't know, is there?" She countered back.

"I don't know-"

His foster mother and foster dad stepped into the room, obviously eavesdropping and trying to save their conversation.

"Amy, dear." Ricky's foster mom said, and Amy slowly rose to her feet, "I'm so glad we're finally meeting." Marguerite gave her a hug and Amy was obviously taken aback.

"It's nice to meet you too." Amy said, smiling. Then Ricky's foster dad stepped forward, "Amy, I'm so happy to meet you as well. And might I say what a lovely girl you are?"

"Well, thank you very much." She said, ducking her head.

A few more awkward moments of nodding and smiling and shifting legs, then Marguerite said brightly, "well I must see about lunch. Come on dear." She grabbed her husband and left the two teens by themselves.

Amy's POV

"So those are my parents." Ricky said, sitting down again.

"They're very nice." Amy replied, and meaning it.

"They like you." Ricky commented.

"They just met me!" Amy laughed.

"I can tell." He smiled at her, and her stomach fluttered.

Or maybe it was the baby

"Are you okay? You're making a weird face."

"Oh I'm fine." Amy tried to brush it off, but another flutter came again.

"Is it the baby?" Ricky sat next to her, looking a little excited.

Amy nodded.

"Um, can I…Would you mind..?" Ricky coughed and his cheeks turned a little red.

"You want to feel the baby kicking." Amy stated.

"Uh, yea." Ricky admitted, "If you're uncomfortable with that don't worry about it Amy." He started to rise, but she caught his wrist.

"No, here." She took both his hands and gently placed them on her stomach.

Ricky's POV

When Ricky felt the gentle movements of his son, he smiled so wide that he felt it in his ears. He glanced up at Amy's mahogany eyes and saw her studying his face, an uncertain look in her eyes. Then she smiled back at him when she saw his sheer joy.

"That's amazing." He said quietly, when the movements finally stopped.

"It is pretty cool." Amy agreed, "You should feel what it's like on this side." She laughed and ran her fingers through her hair.

"Amy…"

"Yes?"

"Should we, you know, think of a name for him?" Ricky asked awkwardly.

"The baby?"

Ricky nodded.

"Well…" Amy said slowly, "I think that depends on whether we decide to give him up for adoption or not"

"You know my thoughts on the adoption, Amy."

"Yes, but I don't know if we can do that Ricky. It's not about me, I know that, but it will be my life that will change the most, and I don't know if I can provide the right home for him by myself. Even if you come by to help me." She added, when she saw him open his mouth.

"Yea, but Amy, I will be able to help you. I can do so much more than you think!" He pleaded with her.

Amy just shook her head, "Ricky just coming over everyday to help me won't be enough. I know that's the best we could do, and I'm not blaming you or anyone. It's just how it will be."

"But-"

"It would be different if we were married, or something. Or even together, but we're not." Amy interrupted him. She saw his eyes light up, "What?" She asked, confused.

"That's it Amy. Why aren't we together?"

She just stared at him.

He jumped up and started pacing, "Think about it!" He exclaimed. "We had sex, we're having a baby. I care about you and that baby a lot, a lot." He sat back down and grabbed her hand again, "Why aren't we together?"

She continued to stare at him.

"Amy?"

She cleared her throat, "You know," she said slowly, "I always thought the one and only person I would have sex with would be the person I would want to spend my life with."

"What aren't you saying Amy?" Ricky asked warily.

She looked directly into his russet-color eyes, "Do you really love me, Ricky? I know you said it before, but do you mean it?"

He was a little taken aback.

"Do you?" She repeated.

He swallowed past the sudden lump that popped up in his throat, "Yes." He admitted, "Yes Amy, I love you. I love you and our baby and I always will."

She smiled peacefully "I love you, Ricky." she pressed her lips against his, and they kissed briefly.

"So.." Ricky said as he brushed back her burnt sienna hair, "Are we together?"

"Yes, but this still doesn't solve what we were taking about."

"I though you said that it would be different if we were together?" Ricky furrowed his brow.

"It's not just that. How are we going to support the baby, how are we still going to go to school? All these things."

"We should get married." Ricky said suddenly, as though he hadn't been paying attention.

"Oh please Ricky." Amy rolled her eyes at him, "I already tried that with Ben. We're too young, and it didn't work out anyway."

"But we are meant to be together! Remember what you just told me? That you always thought the person you would have sex with would be your one and only? What if you weren't wrong? I know you didn't have sex with Ben."

"Yea but-"

"And we wouldn't have to get married right away Amy! Even I know that is ridiculous, we could just be engaged or something, and just promise each other that we'll get married someday. A couple of years, untill we get to know each other! You and Ben didn't work out because you really didn't know him! What, you went out like a month or two and you got married? We could stick to it, make it work for us and our son."

Ricky saw Amy quickly wipe her eyes. "What's wrong Amy?"

"It's just that, well, I can't believe that you want to get married someday. I never thought that Ricky Underwood, womanizer would want to pledge himself to someone."

Ricky smiled ruefully, "Ricky Underwood, womanizer eh? Ricky Underwood, devoted father and husband sounds much better, don't you think?"

Amy beamed, "Yea, yea I think it does."