525600 Minutes

January

Amy

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"Shane, I sold the wedding ring," Amy declared, paying more attention to the rack of baby clothes than she was to her conversation.

"WHAT? THAT YELLOW DIAMOND WAS WORTH 2 MILLION DOLLARS!"

"It was? Whoops" Then, she hung up.

Hunting through the rack of baby clothes, she hoped to find something just perfect for her goddaughter. Lola had the best stuff money could buy but that didn't stop her from wanting the perfect outfit for Lola.

"Excuse me," a man said. Amy shifted around, to find herself staring eye to eye with none other than Jason Reso. "Can you help me? I want to find Lola the perfect outfit," Amy nodded, smirking.

"Of course! Have you seen her yet?" Amy asked, her eyes never leaving the rack of clothing. Jason nodded. "She looks just like AJ!" Grinning, she pulled an outfit off the rack.

"Are you really going to subject our goddaughter to that?" Jason asked, glancing over the outfit. It was a four-piece outfit with the Eiffel Tower on the top and pink poodles on the pants. It was topped off with a pink beret.

"I think it's cute!" Amy exclaimed. "I don't think Trish will let her wear it though," Reluctantly, she placed the outfit back. "Aww, Lola's getting this," She pulled out what appeared to be a tiny set of pink doctor's scrubs.

"What am I supposed to get her?" Jason asked. Amy sighed, searching for an outfit. Amy handed him an outfit. "Uber feminine tutu?"

"She is a girl!" Amy exclaimed, grabbing a one-piece sleeper that proclaimed 'My family is full of nuts'.

"How's Shane?" Jason asked. Amy stiffened. "Is he here?"

"We're getting divorced," Amy muttered, sniffling. "He's trying to track his two million dollar wedding ring I sold," Jason gently embraced her. Amy sighed, not pulling away but not embracing his touch. Just then, her phone began to ring. "Shane- you're not…"

"Mymomwon'tacknowledgeRisa!"

"Maria? I can't understand you, Honey,"

"My mom won't acknowledge Risa!"

"Who?"

"My mom wants to disown me and the baby unless I get married,"

"Ria, I'll be right there. I just need to check out of this store,"

"Suzettes?"

"Sure,"

Reluctantly, Amy faced Jason. She really didn't want to leave him. Then again, Maria needed her and she couldn't let down her best friend.

"Maria is in the middle of a crisis. I've got to get to her," Amy muttered, paying for her purchases. "I'll see you later." She rushed out of the store.

Suzette's Café was a small restaurant Amy always frequented with Trish and Maria. Suzie knew them by name, and they were welcome customers.

"Maria, are you eating blueberry pancakes?" Amy asked. Glancing up, Maria nodded. Amy wondered if she seemed even more pregnant than she had before. "I thought your doctor told you to cut down on the carbs,"

"My mother just disowned me! I think I'm allowed to cheat!" she exclaimed. Amy nodded, sitting across from her. "Please don't tell Carlos that (A) I'm cheating on my diet and (B) that I told you her name," Maria sipped something from a mug.

"I won't," Amy said, a virgin Sangria being placed in front of her. She didn't like drinking alcohol around her pregnant friends. She sighed, sipping her drink. Her phone rang. Glancing down at the Caller ID, she quickly hit Reject. "Asshole wants his ring back,"

"Didn't we sell that ring this afternoon?" Maria asked. Amy nodded. "How can you give it to him?"

"I'm not!" Amy exclaimed, struggling not to think about Jason. She had been hurt by love before. She didn't even want to think of dating again, not with this horrible divorce hanging over her head. "I can't believe my best friends are becoming mommies and I'm left out,"

"Now you know how I felt when you and Trish got married, leaving me the only single one!" Maria commented. Then, she glanced across the table at Amy. "You were married to Shane for four years. Why don't you have kids?" Amy sighed. "You obviously love them,"

"I do, but Shane doesn't. Being Xan's uncle was more than enough for him. He had a vasectomy before we got married, and told me he was sterile." Amy muttered, dabbing her eyes with a paper napkin.

That had been one of the reasons they had gotten divorced. Amy wanted children, and she wanted them badly. She was thirty-five and not getting any younger. She wanted to be able to get on the floor with her children. She wanted to hear them squealing.

"Amy, Carlos and I were talking. We'd be honored if you were co Godmother for Risa," Maria murmured. Amy nodded. "We asked Trish too and she said yes,"

"Of course!" Amy exclaimed. "I'm sure your mother will come around, even if I have to become an Internet minister and marry you myself." Maria snickered. Struggling to her feet, she glanced down.

"Risa's kicking. What are you doing for dinner tonight?" Maria asked, knowing Amy was living in a hotel room. Amy sighed.

"Pizza probably,"

"Come home with me. I'm doing Meatloaf Sammies, thanks to Risa's Craving,"

Grabbing her purse, Amy followed Maria out of the restaurant.

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