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Ricky POV

After school, I headed over to the butcher shop to start my shift. I kept thinking about the fact that I am going to be a father. It was an exciting feeling but also a nerve wrecking one, too. What if I'm not as good a father as I think I can be? What if Amy realizes she can't care for a baby, so she leaves or something and then I'll have to raise the baby on my own? What if this baby ruins my relationship with Amy? What if I end like my father, sexually abusing the baby, smoking, drinking, losing jobs, hitting my wife?

Ricky, you won't turn out like that, you'll be a good father! Come on Ricky get those thoughts out of your head. You'll be a wonderful father who cares for your little daughter or son. Wow, maybe the consciences were real.

I almost missed my turn to the butcher shop. I saw Ben's car. Dang, I really didn't want to deal with him today. I walked into the store being greeted by Bonnie.

"Hey Ricky, how you doing?" she asked.

"I'm doing fine." I went over to the counter and put on my apron.

Every now and then, I would look over to where Ben was and see him glaring at me. A couple of times I almost turned around and lost it, but I knew I couldn't do it. It wouldn't be the right way to settle a situation. After giving me a couple of glares, I guess he put on his big boy panties and talked to me.

"How's Amy?" he asked.

Great, almost every conversation with him was about Amy. They were over with, how come he just couldn't accept it?

"She's fine, why?"

"Just asking, so you two look good together." he lied.

"Can you just cut the crap, Ben?" His lying me angry. "I know you think you and Amy were a better couple and that we aren't good for each other, so just stop faking it, OK? I've tried to keep calm when you lie like this, but I can't take it anymore."

Usually, I would feel bad if I yelled at someone like this, but Ben deserved it. He was fake; the only thing he ever cared about was him and Amy being an item.

"I'm not lying." Ben told Ricky.

"Yes you are! Ever since you and Amy broke up and she and I got together, you stare at me like I stole her from you. Every time you try to have a conversation with me, the first thing that comes out of your mouth is 'How is Amy?' can't you just say 'hello, how are you doing?' Enough about Amy, OK."

"You think its easy going to work every day with the guy who is my ex's girlfriend?" You could hear anger in his voice, but see hurt in his eyes. "I loved Amy, I really did. I was going to marry her and have kids with her and we were going to be a happy family with a happy life and nothing could be more perfect. Then you walked into the picture and everything changed, she became more distant from me and her eyes never glowed anymore when she looked at me."

I was starting to get really angry. There he goes again, making it seem like I stole her. They were broken for two freaking months before we met.

"Now Ben, that's where you act stupid, if you think about it you and Amy broke up two months before we even met. I'm pretty sure I wasn't the reason she became so distant, you were."

He gave me an innocent look like he treated Amy like a princess when they were together.

"I treated her like royalty, it wasn't my fault." he objected.

"That's where you're wrong. The moment you heard guys saying she was cute and stuff, she was immediately turned into your prisoner. Every time she was walking in the hallways or talking with Lauren and Madison at her locker, you ran straight over and hugged her and even if the conversation was private, you still stayed until she walked away. You called her every ten minutes just to say you loved her and that you want to marry her and you want to have kids with her."

Ben looked a little embarrassed and even though he wanted to disagree, he knew I was right, but he wouldn't admit it.

"I never treated her like a prisoner! I treated her like a princess, a queen in fact."

"Well, maybe she didn't want to be treated like a princess or a queen. Maybe she just wanted to be treated like herself, not a princess, queen, just herself. You never saw that because you were too overprotective over who talked to her and who she hung out with. Her parents aren't as uptight as you are."

Obviously, he was getting frustrated at the fact that I knew the facts and the truth and why Amy broke up with him. He knew it was true, but he didn't want to admit it. He knew that for a very short time, he treated like Royalty, but the moment he heard people saying she was cute and fun to talk to and hang out with and she had a lot of friends, boys mainly, he went straight into overdrive. She couldn't breathe without him asking what was wrong.

Every time he talked to her, there always had to be a question about if she had an issue with somebody or if she was OK. She didn't feel safe with Ben, she felt like she was in jail for life, but she broke out.

As I was heading home, I got a phone call. I was kind of surprised to see that it was Margaret.

"Hello?"

"Hi Ricky, how are you?"

"I'm fine, everything OK?" The only time she called usually was when she needed something.

"Yeah, everything's fine. We made dinner and we wanted you to come over."

"Oh, OK. I'm on my way."

"Alright, I can't wait to see you."

I hung up and went to Margaret's. I kind of wanted to visit Amy tonight, but I didn't want to be rude to Margaret. I hadn't seen her ever since I moved out. Sometimes, I worried about her and I knew she worried about almost all the time. I guess I owed them a visit. When I pulled up to the house, the blinds were open and I could see Margaret and Sanjay holding hands and looking happy as ever.

I went up to the front door and was contemplating on knocking. Someone must've seen my car because Margaret immediately opened the door. She almost screamed when she saw me.

"Ricky!"

She hugged and let me inside. It smelled so good inside. Whatever they made, I couldn't wait to eat it. I took my jacket off and sat down at the table. They had made lasagna with some bread and iced tea was sitting at the table. Dig in! While we were eating, Margaret started asking about Amy.

"So, how's Amy doing?"

"She's fine, great actually." I didn't know if I should tell them that she was pregnant, so I kept that to myself.

"Well, that's good."

We continued to eat and then just sat at the table for a long time in awkward silence. I remembered I wanted to go see Amy, so I grabbed my jacket.

"I should probably get going, I have to get up early in the morning to get Amy."

"Alright, it was nice seeing you Ricky." Margaret called.

"It was nice seeing you, too. Goodnight."

I left out, practically running to my car. While I was driving, my phone vibrated. Amy had texted me.

I told my mom.

After sitting in my car on the road, I was terrified to go to her house now. After almost peeing in my pants, I texted her back.

What did she say?

*vibrate*

She wants all three of us to talk.

My heart started pounding. I only wanted to talk to Amy about this, not Mrs. Juergens.

I'm on my way.

As soon as I pulled up to the Juergens' house, my heart immediately started racing. When I turned on the street, it went up a little, but just looking at the house made my heart burst. I finally got out my car and knocked on the door. Ashley "greeted" me.

"Hello, impregnator." she said.

"Hi, excuse me." I tried to get past, but she wouldn't let me.

"If I let you in, will you leave knowing that two girls are pregnant because of you?" she asked sarcastically.

"What? Ashley, please move." I asked. I wasn't taking too kindly to her so called sarcasm.

Amy heard her and pushed her out of the way.

"Wow Ashley, that was nice." I said.

"Oh, bite me." she told Amy.

Amy looked like she would slap her, but she knew better than to do that.

"Sorry about that, come in."

She let me in and I kissed her, but she moved away.

"Now's not a good time to do that."

Just then her mom walked in. When she saw me, she just stared with no emotion. Her face was just blank. No hateful expression, no hurt, no betrayal, no anger, nothing, just blank. I had to stop staring at her because even though she had a blank expression, she still intimidated me.

"Mom?" Amy noticed how quiet her mom was. She finally came back to earth.

"Hello Ricky." She said it with hate. There was the emotion.

"Hi, Mrs. Juergens." I said, my voice shaking.

It felt awkward in the house. I really didn't want to be here.

"We're going upstairs to talk." Mrs. Juergens told me.

"OK." We all went upstairs and sat in Amy's room. I tried to play dumb, but she through it.

"So, what's up?" I asked.

"Don't act like you don't know, Ricky. I know about your little secret. Now I am upset that she's even pregnant, and I'm not just mad at Ricky, I'm mad at the both of you. What I'm really upset about though is that none of you told me the moment you found out. You waited a couple of days before you told me and that's frustrating. I wouldn't have been as mad about this two days ago."

"I understand, Mrs. Juergens and I'm sorry, I'm sorry about everything. I'm sorry we even had sex. It wasn't supposed to happen, it really wasn't." I said, sounding sympathetic.

"I can forgive you for doing this, but that doesn't mean I'm happy about this situation either. We aren't just here to talk about how disappointed and confused I am, I want to know what you guys are thinking about doing."

"Well, mom I don't want abortion." Amy said.

"Abortion isn't an option in this family." Mrs. Juergens said.

"I was thinking about adoption, but then I looked more into it and asked Grace how it was when her family adopted Tom and she said it was kind of awkward and really emotional, not just for them but for the other family, too. People get depressed about adoption and I really don't want to be one of those teenagers who gives up her baby for adoption and then turns out depressed and hurt and unhappy and unsocial-like. I still want to have a life."

"OK, now I don't agree with adoption either, but this isn't my baby, it's yours." Mrs. Juergens explained.

"I know that and we've decided that we are going to keep the baby." Amy said. I could see some sort of smile on her face.

It seemed like Mrs. Juergens' face turned to its regular complexion. I guess knowing that she would still be able to play with her grandson or granddaughter whenever she wanted to instead of getting pictures from some random family of him every other month. She went back to her serious face, though.

"If you keep this baby, know that I want you, Ricky to stay by Amy's side and Amy, stand by Ricky's side. You will have to raise this baby to be a strong woman or man and give it the care it needs. Most of all, know that if you guys need anything, and I do mean anything, I don't care if it's to just hi to this baby for you in the morning, if you need anything I'm here for you."

I felt a wave of relief wash over me. At least we knew someone was there for us and had our back through this. My wave of relief suddenly turned into a tsunami.

"Wait, Mrs. Juergens, what about Mr. Juergens? Does he know about this?"

"Yeah, he does." Amy said. "After I told my mom, I figured my dad deserved to know so I told him. He was mad and when my moms suggest that we talk about this, he refused to talk with his ungrateful teenage daughter and her trashy boyfriend."

I felt kind of offended when she said he called me trashy, but I felt bad when he called her ungrateful. She wasn't ungrateful and I wasn't trashy. If I was, Amy wouldn't be in this situation and I would probably be sleeping with Adrienne. I decided to leave, but Amy wanted me to stay.

"I don't think that's a good idea, Ames." I told her. I looked straight at Mrs. Juergens.

"No, it's OK." Mrs. Juergens said.

"OK."

"Well, I'm going to bed and I'll leave you two alone. Goodnight." Mrs. Juergens said.

"Night." I told her.

Me and Amy laid down and fell asleep, but I couldn't stop thinking about what Mr. Juergens had called me and Amy. I didn't care too much that he called me trashy, but Amy was definitely not ungrateful. She was the exact opposite of ungrateful.

Almost every day, she told them both that she was glad that they do everything they do just to keep the family happy. She was thankful for the roof over her head, the clothes on her back, the food she ate and just her parents in general. He must've been smoking crack when he said that. I didn't know what to do, but I knew that I would not let him get away with his evil and hateful words towards Amy and I.

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