A/N: Thanks again for all your reviews! I did my best to make this longer than the others, and tried to keep it in character and interesting, but I'm sorry if this doesn't meet your standards. Warning: No Ricky in here, but I still suggest reading the whole thing if you want a clue as to what happens next!
Amy sat down in the chair before the doctor. She looked around nervously at the white walls, covered with pictures of family and friends, crayon drawings from a daughter, and many certificates. There was a green bamboo plant in one corner, and a stack of magazines and children's books on a chair. Amy couldn't help but think that one day her son would be reading one of those books.
The doctor was a tall strawberry blonde woman, wearing a white coat, reading glasses perched on her nose, with brown heels. She smiled as she sat down.
"Hello, Amy. My name is Dr. Jenson," the woman said kindly.
"Hi," was all Amy could say, giving a little wave.
"Now, before we get started, I would like to get to know a little about you and your pregnancy." Dr. Jenson propped her clipboard against the desk, pen poised and ready to write. She asked Amy all the typical things—her age, the sex of her baby, how far she was, and what plan she had in mind after she gave birth to her child.
"Well…I kind of want to keep the baby," said Amy, and Anne's eyes flickered to her daughter momentarily. Amy said she wanted to put him up for adoption, not keep him! Amy looked back at her mother, too. "But then I kind of want to put him up for adoption. I just want him to have good life and be safe." Amy's confident face quickly changed to her own self-confusion. "But I don't want to give him the impression that I don't care about him! I just…I just don't know anymore. I don't have anyone to help me raise him. If I do keep him…he'll have a hard life. I've never thought about taking care of babies. I probably won't even know how to feed him."
Dr. Jenson paused in her state of scribbling. She smiled at Amy. "Oh, honey, don't worry about that stuff! You do what you want to do. You are in charge of yourself and your baby. And the motherly instincts will come to you naturally; there's no need to worry about that." She pulled a blue flyer out from a thick stack of papers. "If you are thinking about adoption, here is a good place to go. They interview the families thoroughly and match your baby up with the perfect parents."
Amy didn't look up. She stared at her feet, at the brown carpet. She didn't know what to do anymore. A few minutes ago, she was confident that she was putting the baby up for adoption. Now, she wasn't so sure. If only Ricky could understand…
"Amy?" Dr. Jenson's voice interrupted Amy's train of thoughts. "Are you alright?"
Amy did her best not to cry. "No. No, I'm not alright, and I never will be! I don't know what to do anymore. I just…I just want what's best for the baby." She took a deep breath to hold back her tears. She looked at her mom, then at Dr. Jenson. "Can't one of you tell me what to do?"
"Like I said before, dear, this is your choice and your choice only. Nobody can stop you if you want to put it up for adoption or keep the baby." Dr. Jenson's voice was warm and inviting. She had a sad yet serious expression on her face. "Here's what I've come up with. I'll let you and your mother discuss this for some time, then come back in and tell me your decision. I can help you with anything." The doctor tipped her face slightly and smiled at Amy. "I'm always here if you need me, Ms. Juergens."
Amy let out her breath again. "Okay," she said. She gestured to her mom to go outside. Once they were back in the lobby, Amy said, "I'm not going back in there, Mom. This is way too fast."
Anne took her daughter by her shoulders and made Amy face her. "Listen to me, Amy," said Anne, and this time her voice was stern. "I am not going to make a decision for you, and neither is that doctor. This isn't going too fast, either. You are going to have a baby in less than one month. It's time you made your decision." She saw the tears forming in Amy's eyes. "But I will support you in whatever decision you make. Even if you want to keep him."
Amy's eyes widened. This was the first time her mom had called her grandchild a "him" and not an "it". She knew that her mother was right. She nodded and said, "Okay. I'm keeping the baby."
Her mother recoiled. "What? Just like that?"
"Yeah," said Amy. "I think I know what to do." It was time to talk to Ricky.
A/N: Thanks again for all your reviews! I did my best to make this longer than the others, and tried to keep it in character and interesting, but I'm sorry if this doesn't meet your standards. Warning: No Ricky in here, but I still suggest reading the whole thing if you want a clue as to what happens next!