"Amy?" His voice came out meekly and slightly unsure. It was all very un-Ricky-like. His eyes moved between the baby and Amy as Amy's gaze fell to Jordan's face.

"What do you want, Ricky?" She tried with all her might to make her voice sound cold and distant, but the nerves showed through. She sent him a quick glance before looking over his shoulder pretending to care about Mr. Bertermen walking his dog down the street.

"I… I, um…" He stammered. "We need to talk." This time his voice was like a stern whisper.

She swallowed hard as her eyes returned to Jordan just as her eye fluttered open again. Staring up at her mother, her dark eyes sparkled. They were the exact same as the dark, pleading eyes of the guy who stood before her. Another large lump formed in her throat making it hard to make a sound let alone a coherent sentence about something that could change her and her daughter's life as the two person family they had grown accustom to being while they living with Mimsy. "I don't know if I want to talk to you." She said softly. She moved to shut the door, but he reached his hand out and kept it open.

"Amy, we have to talk about this."

She stared at him for a moment. Part of her was screaming 'yes.' Part of her was hesitant to even believe he was standing outside her door and this was all just some twisted dream. She looked down at Jordan then back at Ricky.

"Please." He pleaded

Slowly, she nodded and turned to walk further into the house. Relief washed over him. The first and maybe hardest part was over. He had convinced Amy to talk to him. It was a step in the right direction at least. His relief was replaced with anxiety as he stepped into the house and shut the door behind her. His eyes swept the area of the living room as he stuffed his hands into the pocket of his jeans. Amy was standing over a small cradle that she had moved beside the couch. Carefully, she laid the baby down and covered her with a light pink baby blanket. Letting out a sigh, she stood up and turned to look at him. He nervously shifted from foot to foot until she gestured for him to follow her into the kitchen.

They stood awkwardly across from each other waiting for the other to speak first.

"You wanted to talk?" He nodded. "So talk;"

He took a deep breath. "I want to be apart of her life."

She let out a bitter laugh. "Sure you do. What is it? Did Grace say it's the Christian thing to do and you want in her pants that bad?"

"This has nothing to do with Grace. This has to do with you, me, and my daughter."

"My daughter." She retorted.

"She's my daughter too, Amy."

"No, you don't get to say you're her father just because of biology. A father doesn't make her out to be… some obligation or something."

"I was stupid. I let you walk away with her. But I know I want this now." He said sternly.

She was quiet for a few minutes. "You can't waltz in and out of her life whenever you feel like it."

"I don't want to. I want to be in her life… through all of it."

She turned away from him as tears filled her eyes. "It's not that easy."

"What do I have do to prove to you that I want to be here?"

She was silent for a long time staring into his pleading eyes. Finally, she took a breath. "If you hurt her now or ever, god help you." She threatened.

"I won't hurt her, Amy. I promise."

Slowly she nodded and took a seat at the table. "There are going to be rules until I know that you won't hurt her." Silently he nodded and waited for her to continue as he sat down across from her. "I don't want her to be around any of your girls. Adrian or anyone else. I don't want her exposed to that kind of stuff."

"I don't do those things anymore." She gave him a disbelieving look but said nothing to refute his statement. "Is that it?"

"I think so. Just don't hurt her."

"I don't need to be told not to hurt my own daughter. I know, Amy." She glared at him as she pushed her hair behind her ear. They were quiet for a long time before Ricky spoke again. "What's her name?"

"Jordan." She smiled. "Jordan Lynn Juergens." She could see a slight amount of hurt that entered his dark eyes, but it didn't break the small smirk on his lips. She knew it would hurt him that she didn't give Jordan his last name, but at the time it was the right thing to do. She wasn't sure how to explain it, so she didn't try to. The hurt was brushed away quickly as she continued to tell him about their daughter. "She was born on April 25th. She's six months old… She's amazing." She said with a proud smile. "You can have the worst day of your life, and when you get home she'll make you smile. Do you, ah… want to meet her?"

He smiled and nodded.

Amy took me into the living room and picked up the small baby out of her cradle… my baby. She sat down on the couch with Jordan sleeping in her arms. I sat beside her. After a minute, Amy carefully laid her in my arms. Looking down at her, I couldn't help but smile. She was beautiful. She was my daughter… and it scared me to death.