Author's Note: Thank-you so much for all your reviews. I'm so glad all of you are enjoying the story. Sorry for the wait. I have been busy with school.

Ricky's POV

"Thank—Ricky?"

"Amy." I whisper.

I can't believe it. Amy Juergens. She is standing right in front of me with her daughter. Wait… Reality hits. It isn't just Amy's daughter. She is mine too. I force down the bile in my throat and summon the courage to talk.

"Uh, w-w-what are you doing here?" I stutter.

"I don't see how it's any of your business" she replies.

She has certainly gained confidence since the last time I had talked to her.

"W-well it's just I thought you went to live with your grandma?"

"Katie, sweetie. Why don't you go play over there" Amy tells her.

"Kay" she replies walking away.

"She's beautiful" I whisper.

"Is there something you need Ricky? Because I have things to do."

"Do you; um think we could talk later?"

"No Ricky, I don't think we can. Let's get this straight. You chose to not be a part of her life. Nobody chose for you. I am not going to let you just walk back into our lives. You have done enough."

"Amy-"I say.

She cuts me off.

"Save it for someone who cares, Ricky."

And she just walks away. And I let her.

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Amy's POV

I feel proud of myself. For once I stood up to Ricky Underwood. I sit her on the front porch just enjoying the night sky. Katie is fast asleep in bed. I hear distant footsteps. I look into the yard but see nothing but pitch black.

"Who's there?" I ask.

No Answer. I hear footsteps again.

"Who's there? I will call the cops!"

"It's me."

Ricky.

"What do you want, Ricky?"

"I just want to talk."

"In case I didn't make myself clearly earlier, I am done talking to you."

"Please, just five minutes."

What could it hurt?

"Fine. Five minutes, but that's it."

"I am sorry. I'm sorry for not being there for you and for Katie. I'm sorry for not facing up to my responsibilities. But I have grown up. I realize what my responsibilities are.

"Well that could have been helpful, oh I don't know, two years ago!" I reply in a sarcastic tone.

"Besides you decide all of this now that I am back. You wouldn't have bothered to say any of this is I wasn't back" I add.

"That isn't true!" he yells.

His outburst surprises me.

"I wrote you every week for a year! I gave them to your mom and asked her to send them to you! So don't you dare tell me that I don't care or that I am only telling you this because your back now!" he says.

"W-w-what?"



"I guess your mom didn't send any of the letters I wrote. Amy, I wrote you every week for a year to ask how everything was going with you and the baby!"

"I didn't get any of them."

"Uh I should go" he says running off.

"Ricky, wait!" I yell but it's too late. He is already gone.

Author's Note: Not as long, sorry. If you paid attention this chapter kind of has a little bit of The Notebook in it. The part about Ricky writing letters. Anyway, read and review.