A/N: Ricky's point of view will always be in bold italics.

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I don't know why I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach after Amy left me on the belchers of the football field. I didn't see her again during school that day. I met Adrian at her locker, told her that I wouldn't be able to make it to her house that afternoon, and walked away before she could question my motives. I actually had no motives. I planned to go to back to my foster parent's house and stay in my room for few hours to cool off. I had no intention in sitting in my car across the street from Amy's house listening to the rain pound down on the roof of my car.

With his head back against the headrest, he stared at the roof. His phones let out a loud shrill causing him to jump into the upright position. His gaze fell to the phone as Adrian's number crossed the screen. Letting out a deep sigh, he hit the ignore button and set his head on the window. Why was he even here?

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"What is wrong with her?" Ashley complained again plugging her ears dramatically to further prove her point. Amy glared at her as she rocked her whimpering daughter in the rocking chair. Jordan's cries slowly wavered slightly as she shifted her around and slipped a bottled in between her lips. "Thank you, Lord."

"She's a baby. You realize that, right?" Amy whispered harshly.

"Stop fighting you two." Anne said walking into the living room with a glass of wine in her fingers.

"Sorry." They both mumbled.

"Do your homework, Amy. I'll take Jordan." Anne offered. Nodding, Amy stood up and slipped the baby into Anne's arms carefully. After dropping a soft kiss on her head, she turned to dig in her book bag for her homework.

The doorbell rang causing Jordan to whimper and shift around. They all looked over waiting to see if she would begin crying once again and let out a sigh of relief when she settled back into her grandmother's chest once again.

"I got it." Amy said quietly before walking to the door and opening it.

To her surprise, Ricky stood before her. His hair was drenched and sticking to his forehead. His t-shirt was plastered to his chest and stomach. And his shoes sloshed when he shifted from foot to foot.

"Hey." He finally said.

"What are you doing here?" She asked with all the coldness she could muster up as she crossed her arms firmly across her chest.

"We need to talk."

A flash of lightening brightened everything beyond what the porch light lit up, so she could see his car sitting across the street. And she couldn't help but wonder how long he had been there.

"I told you I didn't want to talk." She told him. A loud crack of thunder practically shook the house. When it passed and the sound of rain returned, she opened her mouth to continue when Jordan's cries began. His eyes grew wide as his throat went dry. That was a baby's cry. That was his baby's cry.

"Amy!" Anne called.

"I have to go." She mumbled dodging his gaze as she stepped back into the house to close the door.

"Amy, can we please talk?" His voice sounded almost begging. Her eyes moved to his as she felt the tears burning the back of her eyes.

"I don't know." She said quietly feeling the confidence she had found over that last months fade away.

"Amy, mom needs you." Ashley said from the doorway leading into the living room.

"I have to go." She told Ricky and shut the door before he could protest.

He stared at the shut door for a long while. Running a hand through his wet hair, he let out a frustrated sigh before turning and crossing the yard back towards his car. He kicked the wheel trying to release all the pent up anger before opening the door and collapsing into the driver's seat.

Hearing that crying made everything all the more real. It wasn't just Adrian telling me that Amy was in town buying baby stuff. It had all been laid out in front of me. I had slept with Amy at band camp just as I had slept with other girls at band camp the year before. She got pregnant. I was too damn proud to admit responsibility and actually be there in the beginning when she really needed me. And now she was back in town with a baby… my baby. And it felt a hell of a lot worse than I ever expected it to.