Whoo! Chapter 2! So I don't think I'll have consistent posts guys, I won't try to post multiple times a day but I could post two days in a row then not post for another two, I'm kind of erratic. It's not good but I'm just trying to get back into the swing of things with this story. I have a Harry Potter one that I'll TRY to keep consistent but with the whole move thing I don't know what will happen. Oh and I know in the show her mom finds out in the next episode but for the purposes of my story lets just say she knows okeedokee? Lets also pretend that it was Friday. And if Ricky seems OOC I'm sorry. Now lets GO!

Ricky's POV

"I would do anything to make this easier for you, Amy. Anything at all."

Amy cried into me and I cried a little with her. She looked so vulnerable I felt like I had to do something. I stroked her hair gently before I heard a noise from the yard. The two of us looked up and saw Ben Boykewitch standing there.

"Get your hands off of my girlfriend!" I couldn't help but glare at him, he really was annoying. I opened my mouth to say something but Amy tapped my shoulder. I looked down and she shook her head.

"Leave him alone, Ben! I can take care of myself!" She looked angry, but she also looked upset. I was a little surprised that she was defending me, but I didn't say anything. Not yet anyway.

"Apparently you can't if you're choosing to hang out with him!" I was extremely surprised to hear that out of Ben's mouth. He didn't seem the judgmental type, but hey, that saying 'don't judge a book by its cover'? it goes both ways.

"Stop it, Ben!" I stood up and made a move towards Ben. The last thing Amy needed was to deal with this shit. I wasn't going to do anything to him, but I knew if I did that he'd back down. True to my assumptions he took a step back.

"I think it's best of you go home, Ben." I was surprised when I heard that. I hadn't intended to replace Ben, though I wouldn't mind it at all, but I was surprised to see Amy tell him to leave. "LIke it or not, Ricky is the father of my baby, and if he wants to help out I'm going to let him. If you can't accept that then maybe we shouldn't be together." Ben looked as though he was in shock, which didn't really surprise me. I was in shock too.

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

Ben stormed off, leaving Amy looking as though she was about to cry. I put my arms around her, and held her as tears began to fall. I stroked her hair gently and tried to be as soothing as possible. Inside, though, I was happy as could be. I might have a shot at being with Amy!

Once she had calmed down we decided to go back inside. We saw my mom and Amy's mom sitting in the living room. They looked over at us when we walked in together, and invited us to sit with them.

"After hearing your story Ricky... I kind of understand what's going on, but that doesn't condone you getting my daughter pregnant." I wasn't exactly sure where this was going, but I decided to just listen for now.

"I understand..."

"I'm not finished." I looked up in shock. "You seem determined to do the right thing by Amy and that's all any mother could ask for. Amy is getting old enough to make her own choices in some instances, in others I feel she needs some guidance. But I think you genuinely want to help out. I have to work out the details, but I can get behind you being around Amy and her baby through all of this."

I was thrilled to hear that. I thanked her multiple times, and apologized a few times as well. I looked at the clock and noticed it was close to midnight, and I realized how tired I was.

"It's getting late, we should go." Both my mom and I were exhausted, and you could see it.

"You both look exhausted why don't you stay here?" I shook my head and so did my mother.

"No, you look as though you don't really have the room, we should go."

"Ricky, you've already been injured once today, and it's late I don't want you two driving tired late at night, that's when the worst accidents tend to happen. You can sleep in a sleeping bag down here if you'd like and your mother can sleep on the couch." I looked over at my mother, who was shaking her head slightly.

"Thank you, but I'm going to have to respectfully decline. I appreciate the thought but I have to be up early. I have a request for an early counseling session at the planned parenthood clinic tomorrow. However if you feel more comfortable letting Ricky stay here, I can drop off some clothes on the way tomorrow." Amy looked like she wanted to say something but no one was letting her, so I spoke up for her.

"Amy, do you have an opinion?"

"I was going to ask if Ricky could stay for the weekend. And at other times closer to when the baby arrives. That way we can trust him completely after the baby arrives. If I keep the baby, I mean" Amy's mom looked shocked, and to be honest I was shocked too. "Maybe tonight he could stay on the couch and after tomorrow we can decide where he can stay?" Amy's mom didn't seem to have a problem with it and neither did mine. So I helped Amy's mom use some sheets and pillows to turn the couch into a bed, said goodnight to everyone and goodbye to my mom, and we all went to sleep.

The next morning

I woke up early and noticed I was first one up. I made my way, quietly, into the kitchen. I looked down at my hand, and tried to figure out the best way to do this. Being right handed, it was going to be difficult relying on my left hand for a while, especially when it was my turn to cook dinner at home. After a bit of searching I found everything I needed to make a healthy breakfast for Amy and everyone else.

Just when I was finishing I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Amy's mother walked into the kitchen and gasped quietly. She was holding her hand to her mouth in surprise, though I didn't understand why it was that big of a deal. I made breakfast at home all the time. Perhaps it was at the mess I'd had to make due to being forcefully left handed.

"I'm sorry, I'll clean it up I promise."

"It's not the mess. Ricky, what is all of this?" I looked at the table, the stove, and the counter. I wasn't quite sure what she was asking, I thought it was obvious. I knew my mind worked a little differently, but maybe they hadn't expected me to do anything.

"Breakfast. To thank you for allowing me to stay here."

"But your injury-" I cut her off.

"Is not going to keep me from doing what I want to do. I kind of enjoy cooking, especially breakfast. I made coffee." I took the finished pot out and poured the coffee into a mug. I put the pot down and brought the mug to the table.

"Thank you."

"I made some whole wheat pancakes, I hope you don't mind, I thought it would be better for Amy and the baby There's also whole wheat toast, and I have a bowl of grapes on the table as well. I decided to put out butter as well as peanut butter, for a healthier option. I also got out some eggs and would be happy to make some for Amy and you."

"Ricky, you've done plenty, how about you go wake up Amy? I'll do the eggs."

"If you're sure, Mrs. Juergens."

"I'm sure. Besides it can't be easy doing all of this left handed."

"It's not. Thank you." I went upstairs and realized I didn't actually know which room was Amy's. I took a guess and knocked lightly on the door. When I didn't get an answer I opened it a crack. I saw Amy in bed and mentally patted myself on the back. I walked in, and sat on the bed. With my left hand, I stroked Amy's shoulder. She stirred.

"Ricky?" She asked groggily.

"Good morning, Amy." She smiled at me, and I smiled back. I kissed her forehead without thinking.

"I"m sorry, I shouldn't have..."

"It's fine. Really. It's just... aren't you dating Adrain?" I had forgotten about Adrian, I wasn't quite sure what we were. I never was sure, but at this moment, I wanted to be with Amy. It was strange, it was the same feeling I had at band camp.

"I don't really know... And I can't really go and ask with my hand in this cast."

"Yeah, probably not. Anyway, what's for breakfast?"

"I made pancakes. They're whole wheat, so they're better for you, and the baby." She smiled at me, and got out of bed. I grabbed her robe from the hook on her closet door and handed it to her.

"Thanks."

"No problem." I held out my hand. "Shall we, my lady?" She giggled and took my hand.

"Thank you, kind sir." She laughed and we walked down to the kitchen together. "You know, I have to admit I hated you for what you did to me... But now I'm not as mad. I like this Ricky."

"This Ricky?"

"This Ricky. Kind, caring, helpful, compassionate." I was surprised to hear that from her, but I thanked her again as we entered the kitchen. She looked shocked to see the table spread the way it was. There were four places, though I vaguely remembered setting five, and Ashley had joined us. "Thank you, Ricky."

"Just enjoy the food that'll be thanks enough." She smiled, and sat down. She served herself a stack of about four pancakes and two slices of toast.

"How would you like your eggs, sweetie?" Amy asked for an egg white omelette with spinach. "And for you, Ricky?" I asked for a plain cheese omelette. Once we were all settled into our breakfast, I decided to pose the question.

"I thought I had set five place settings, was I wrong?" Amy's mom shook her head.

"Amy's dad is... away." She left it at that, and I decided not to pry any further. I already felt like I was overstaying my welcome by being here. After breakfast Amy went to go shower and I went to see if my mom had dropped some stuff off for me. There was a duffel bag sitting on the front step, so I picked it up and went inside.

"Is there a place where I can change?" Amy's mom nodded and told me to use her bathroom for right now, since Amy was using the other one. I put on a pair of jeans and gray t-shirt and a pair of socks. When I was dressed and my hair and teeth were brushed I left the bathroom. Amy was downstairs on the couch.

"Have you thought about what you're going to do about the baby? Are you going to keep it?" She had a hand on her stomach, but she was looking at me. As if she wanted me to answer the question for her.

"Ricky... I want to keep the baby, I do, but I don't know if I can. I don't have money or insurance. I don't know what to do." She looked ready to cry, and even though I knew it was partly because of the hormones, I felt awful. I wanted to make this easier, I'd said that last night and I meant it.

"Maybe I could get a job? And help you find one." Just as I said that, my phone rang. It was Grace Bowman. I considered letting it go to voicemail but Amy told me I should take it. "Hi, Grace, how are you?"

"I'm good, how are you ricky?"

"Pretty good, I mean I've been better, but... anyway, did you call for a particular reason or did you just want to talk?"

"I heard the rumors about you getting Amy pregnant, and I wanted to see how you are. And find out if it's even true." Typical Grace, caring about everyone. I thought it was really kind of her to care so much. I know it's difficult to care about so many people, especially when they make it hard for you to want to care about them.

"It's true Grace, but I'm trusting this information with you. You can't tell a SOUL got it?" I emphasized that, I trusted her, but I hadn't had a chance to question her trustworthiness. Christians were supposed to be trustworthy, right?

"Yes, I understand. So how are you then?"

"I'm doing alright, I'm at Amy's right now. She's trying to think of a way to keep the baby, but it may not be a possibility. We may have to consider other options..."

"Not abortion!" I couldn't help but shake my head at this. That she really hated abortion that much.

"Only if that's what she wants, but she since said she wants to keep the baby... I just don't know how it's possible. I just wish I could make it possible for her..."

"That's so noble of you! Standing by the mother of your child! Want me to see what I can do? If Amy really wants to keep the baby, maybe I can help her find a job? Or you? Could I talk to my parents and see what they suggest? No students will find out I promise."

"If you think that will help then go ahead." I was wary about saying yes, but her parents were her parents. They didn't take part in the rumor mill in Grant High School.

"I do."

Thank you Grace, I really owe you for this."

"Just promise me you'll be a good father to your son."

"I promise I'll do my very best."

"That's thanks enough. Goodbye Ricky, I'll talk to you later!" I said goodbye and hung up the phone. I returned to Amy as soon as the call ended. She looked like she had been crying, probably over the idea that she just couldn't keep her baby. I was nervous about telling Amy that I may have found a solution. I didn't want to get her hopes up too high if it turned out Grace couldn't help.