Here's chapter 8 for you guys. I hope you enjoy it and thank you guys so much for reviewing. :-P
Amy POV
I was so excited today. I was finally far enough along in my pregnancy to see what if I was having a boy or a girl. I was hoping for a girl, but a boy would be really nice. I think Ricky would like a boy. He could him how to ride a bike, how to play football, and how he should treat a girl and to stand up for himself. He could that stuff with a girl, too but he would be a little closer to his son.
While I was getting dressed, Ricky came into my room. He had a huge grin on his face.
"I see somebody's excited about today." I said.
"Of course I am. I'm going to find out if I'm having a little boy or girl." He said.
We left out and the whole way, all we could talk about was baby names.
"OK, so if it's a girl what about Rebeka?" I asked.
"I like Rebeka, Amy. What about Aden or John if it's a boy?" Ricky asked.
"I like John. It's cute." I told him.
The rest of the way, we kept talking about how excited we were to have this baby. When we got there, I signed in and sat down. I was only 7 months pregnant and I felt like I was going to explode. Usually, around the last few days or weeks, women start saying they want the baby out, but right now I want this baby out. I want to see what it looks like and I want to start raising it.
I got lost in my thoughts and Ricky had to pull me out of the seat when the doctor called me. I walked in, a little nervous but it would be OK. I was shaking.
"Amy, why are you so nervous?" Ricky asked, a little concerned.
"I don't know, I guess I keep thinking that I am finding out if I'm pregnant. I need to calm down." I said.
The doctor came in with a clipboard in his hand and started to hook up the machine. He wasn't my regular doctor I went to.
"Amy Juergens is that right?" he asked.
"Yes sir." I said.
"Alrighty, it says here you're seven months pregnant and you're coming to see what sex your baby is." He said.
"Yes, uh no disrespect or anything but where is Dr. Willow?" I asked.
"She is out sick today, so I am going to cover for her." He explained.
"OK." I was a little disappointed and uncomfortable.
(Author's Note: I just made up a doctor name.)
He put the gel on my stomach and turned out the lights. He started moving around and then stopped.
"Well, you guys are going to be having a baby boy."
Ricky flashed a huge smile. I was happy, too. I was a little sad that it wasn't a girl, but I could manage with a boy. The doctor wiped the gel off of my stomach and Ricky helped me up. I left out of the room and went to the car. I was super excited.
"WE'RE HAVING A BOY!" Ricky yelled.
"I KNOW!" I said.
He started the car and pulled out of the parking lot.
"You know what we have to do now." Ricky said.
"What?" I asked.
"We have to go shopping and now is the perfect time because I got my paycheck last week." He said.
"That's great, but do you have enough money?" I asked.
"Of course I do." He said.
"So, you have enough money to get clothes, car seat, crib, diapers, formula, and toys?" I asked.
"We aren't going to buy everything all at once. This paycheck will cover necessities." He said.
"What necessities?" I asked. Almost everything I had said was a necessity.
"Well, how about we split it in half. Right now, we'll get some clothes, the crib, and the bottles and one thing of formula. The rest can wait for another two weeks."
"OK, where are we going now?" I asked. I thought we were going home.
"We are going to Baby Boutique and then to First Step."
I loved those stores. I remember when my cousin was pregnant and she came down and we took her shopping at Baby Boutique. They have such cute clothes and their cribs and car seats are amazing.
When we arrived in Baby Boutique, I got super happy. "Yay!" I said.
I wish I could've ran, but I was too fat so I walked. Ricky held the door open while I shuffled into the store. I went over to the boy section and quickly grabbed a red sweater that said 'Daddy's #1 Star.' I thought it was so cute, I showed it to Ricky.
"I love it, Amy." He said.
We bought the sweater, a couple of shirts and wunzys, and a few pairs of jeans. We couldn't find the bottles and the formula anywhere in the store, so we were going to the other store. The cribs weren't really our taste.
We left out and went to the other store. There cribs were much nicer there. We got a crib and the formula and left. When we got back to my house, Ricky started to build the crib. When he finished, I went upstairs to look at it and I started crying.
"Amy, what's wrong? Is it ugly, do you not like it? I can always take it back." He said.
I laughed a little. "No, it's perfect Ricky." I said.
He wrapped his arms around me. "Then, what's wrong?" he asked again.
"I don't know, I'm overwhelmed. In one day, I find out that I'm having a boy and then we go buy stuff. It's just a little weird, that's all." I said.
"Oh, I understand. It's OK." He told me.
We went downstairs and watched a little TV and waited for my mom to come home. I hadn't seen her all day. She didn't come in until around eight. Ricky went upstairs and I went in the kitchen.
"Sorry I wasn't here, I had something to do." She told me.
"It's OK, where were you?" I asked.
"Well, there's this guy at my job, David. We were talking and he asked me if I wanted to join him for coffee. I went with him and we just talked for hours." She said.
"Oh, how nice." I said.
"Yeah, so what did you do today?" She asked.
I had forgotten to tell her that I had an appointment. I hope she didn't take it personal.
"Well, Ricky and I went to the doctor and we found out what we're having." I said.
Her eyes lit up.
"Really, what are you having?" she asked.
"We are having a baby boy." I said.
She had tears in her eyes. "Amy, that's great. I'm really happy for you guys."
"Really?" I said.
"Yeah, of course." She said.
"Oh."
I went upstairs and was dragged into Ashley's room.
"How many times do I have to tell you that I'm pregnant, Ashley?" I yelled.
"Sorry, what are you guys having?" she asked. How did she know about my appointment? She must've been sneaking in my room again.
"We're having a boy."
She didn't look surprised. "Awesome, good for you guys."
"Yep, I am going to my room." I said.
"OK." She said.
Just as I was about to leave, I noticed that Ashley wasn't in pajamas. She had on skinny jeans, a black tube top that said 'I bite' in red letters, some red and black Nikes, her hair was in a ponytail with a side bang, she had on heavy eyeliner with mascara, a black choker with a white skull and crossbones, and black hoop earrings. I would've yelled downstairs for my mom to come up, but I didn't. I closed the door and walked up to her.
"Ashley, where are you going looking like that?" I asked.
"I'm sneaking out. I'll be back by four, OK?" she asked.
"No, not OK. You are not about to leave this house, you are going to bed at a regular time like the rest of us." I said.
"No, I'm not and four in the morning is a normal time for teenagers to go to bed." She argued.
"No, it isn't. Most teenagers go to bed around ten, maybe eleven." I snapped.
"Well then, I'm not a normal teenager. I'm a teenager who knows how to have a life and who loves partying." She said.
"Ashley, you can't leave this house. Anything can happen to you out there, especially at this time of night." I said.
"I'll be fine, don't your pregnant panties in a bunch. If it makes you feel better, I'll be home by two." She said.
"No, you'll be home 10:45." I said.
"But it's only 10:40." She said.
"I know." I said.
"5 MINUTES! THAT'S HOW LONG IT'LL TAKE ME TO SNEAK OUT THW WINDOW!" She yelled.
"I know, so then you can just climb right back up." I said.
"You know what, fine I won't go but you'll pay for this. I promise." She said.
She started to take off her shoes, but looked back at me. "You can get out, now." She snapped.
"No, not until you are in your pajamas and in that bed." I argued.
While she was getting dressed, I took her shoes, her jeans, and her shirt. She got really mad.
"What are you doing with my stuff?" she asked, anger in her tone.
"I'm taking your stuff because I know that if I leave it here and I come back in an hour, you'll be gone and so will these clothes. Now, go to bed. Goodnight." I walked out of her room and went in mine and saw Ricky watching TV. He looked a little confused when he saw the clothes and shoes.
"What are you doing with that?" he asked.
"Ashley's trying to sneak out and I won't let so I took her clothes to make sure she doesn't leave." I answered.
He went back to watching TV and I laid next to him. "Today was so much fun. I loved the part when I found out I was having a baby boy." I said. Ricky smiled.
"Now, about the name, what is it?" he asked.
I contemplated for a minute. "I think John sounds nice, a little better than Aden." I said.
"OK, so his name is John?" he asked.
"Yeah, John Juergens-Underwood." I said.
I fell asleep in Ricky's arms but as woken shortly after that.
My mom was screaming and cry and running around the house like a maniac. Maybe she just had a bad dream, but I was wrong. She came into my room, crying. I wondered what was going on.
My mom woke both me and Ricky up.
"Where's…Ashley?" she said in between sobs.
"She's in her room, mom." I answered.
"No…she's not….I…checked…already." she said.
Ricky looked at me, then the chair. Ashley's clothes were gone.
"She snuck out." I whispered as quietly as I could to Ricky.
I didn't whisper soft enough.
"SHE DID WHAT!" my mom yelled. "WHERE IS SHE?"
My mom started to scare me a little with all this yelling. She scared John too, because he started to kick me.
"I don't know."
My mom had finally stopped crying, but she was mad, no angry, no furious. She was furious, she would've punched something, but then she would've broken it. She went into Ashley's room and all me and Ricky heard was a bang. We rushed into her room to see what had happened. My mom had broken one her favorite posters of vampire teeth. She took the poster out of the frame and ripped it to shreds. Ricky rushed over to her and tried to stop her. She was about to go for one of Ashley's favorite pair of shoes with a knife and scissors, but Ricky had stopped her in enough time. I started to cry, Ashley had caused all this drama all because she wanted to go to some stupid party and possibly end up in my situation.
"Mom, please calm down. You have to calm down and breathe, please." I begged.
"Mrs. Juergens, please just put the knife down and give me the scissors." Ricky said.
He was nervous, he didn't do too well around sharp objects, especially when he wasn't the one holding them. After holding the objects for a very long time, she put the knife on the desk and gave Ricky the scissors. We finally got her calmed down and went back to bed.
When I woke up in the morning, I went into Ashley's room. She was still sleeping, but she didn't know what was about to hit her. I went downstairs and saw my mom making breakfast and Ricky was reading out of a magazine.
"Morning, Amy. Breakfast is ready, you can come make yourself a plate." My mom said. She went upstairs and went into Ashley's room. She hadn't come down for about an hour and Ricky and I wondered what she was doing. I guess Ashley had woken up because Ricky and I hear my mom yelling.
"You don't just leave this house at anytime you want to Ashley! Someone could've killed you, kidnapped you, anything is possible!" my mom yelled.
"I can do whatever I want to do and you don't tell me what to do anymore. If I want to go out and party, then I will!" Ashley snapped.
The arguing went on for about an hour before Ashley finally stormed downstairs making her a plate of breakfast, going back upstairs, slamming the door behind her. Wow, they had never been this upset at each other before. Ashley was sick of being treated like a little seven year old and my mom was sick of her disrespecting the family, especially her. She was our mother and we should appreciate that, but Ashley never returned the thank you or anything. She made my mom feel like she didn't raise her right as a little kid, but she really did. Ashley didn't understand, but one day she would.
The rest of the day went by somewhat quickly. Ashley and my mom didn't talk to each other. If they did, then there was an argument. My mom left out for a very long time, probably to tell David how bratty and ungrateful Ashley was. Right before I went to take a nap, something caught me off guard. I went to make sure I didn't have new messages from people and I had a voicemail from the Downtown Police Department. It was my dad. I listened to it.
Amy, it's your dad or your unfaithful cheater as you call it. Listen, I've been thinking about what happened the night the police came. I was wrong; I shouldn't have threatened punch you in your stomach to kill your baby. I shouldn't have ever put my hands on you. That was a very stupid mistake. I hope you can find a place in your heart to forgive me, and I would like for you to give me a second chance in my grandson or granddaughter's life. I love you.
He wasn't allowed in my life anymore. He put his hands on me, almost killed my baby, called me ungrateful and my boyfriend trash, and he walked out on my family. He wasn't allowed to see his grandson because then he could take the life easier, too. I can't believe he even bothered to call me. I don't ever want to talk to him again.
So, what do you guys think about this chapter? It's one of my longest chapters, so far I think it's the longest. Don't forget to review. Thanks!