A/N- I decided to change the name of this story to Change For You because I thought it fit better that Is It Love?. I was actually listening to the song Change For You by Midway State when I decided to change .

This chapter in Ricky's Pov!! This chapter was actually really hard to write.


I couldn't believe I was going to be a dad any day now. Amy was almost nine months along already! Amy and I had been going out for about a month now. This past month has been the most amazing month of my life, but I knew it wasn't even going to compare with how happy I am going to be when our son is finally born. I looked down at Amy, who was currently laying down, her head in my lap, sleeping. She was truly beautiful, not like other girls I had been with, she was truly a class all her own. She was starting to snore lightly now, I couldn't help but smile. I could get use to this. I was at her house, her dad still wasn't to fond of me, her mother and sister where actually starting to like me. I was spending all my free time with Amy, I was always afraid to leave her at the end of the day, afraid she'd go into labor while I was gone. She was due in about 2 weeks, but the doctor said she could go into labor at any given second, and that terrified me! We had already picked two names out that we liked, the first one was Thomas and the second one was Edward. Amy wanted to name the baby Ricky Jr. I don't know if she was just joking or being serious, I really hope she was joking though. I was pulled out of my thoughts by Amy, she was finally waking up.

"How long was I out?" Amy asked, trying so sit up. I laughed as I watched her.

"Not that long." I Replied. Helping Amy get up, smiling ear to ear.

"Oh. It feels like I've been out for hours." She said, rubbing her back lightly. I didn't reply, I just turned her head towards me and gave her a soft kiss. I was about to pull away but Amy threw her hands around my neck and kissed me passionately. I pulled away needing air. Honestly I could kiss her all day and never get tired of it.

It was already going on 9 pm. I groaned I didn't want to leave yet, Amy groaned too knowing I had to leave.

"Already?" She asked, pouting. I laughed.

"Yes, I'll be back here at 4 tomorrow, and then Wednesday I don't got work so I can be here earlier." I told her, smiling.

"Okay." She said giving me a kiss. I sighed when she pulled away. I hated leaving. She walked me to the door, we said goodnight and I went home.


I was almost asleep, it was around 2:30 in the morning when my cell phone started ringing. I could tell by the ring-tone that it was Amy, I jumped out of bed and answered my phone. I was nervous as hell, hoping nothing had happened to Amy or the baby.

"Amy? Whats wrong? Are you okay?" I asked quickly. Oh god I think I'm going to be sick.

"Ricky, its Anne, we just got to the hospital. The baby is coming." Anne said on the other line. I froze, this was it. This was the call!

"Ricky? Are you there?" Anne asked nervously after I hadn't said anything for two minutes.

"Yeah I'm here. I'm on my way." I replied, not waiting for a answer, I shut my phone and got dressed. I woke my foster parents up and told them I was going to the hospital, they told me they would meet me there in 10 minutes. As I went to go open my car door I noticed my hands where shaking, badly.

Oh god, I don't think I'm ready. I'm going to be a father soon, real soon. I think I'm going to be sick. Stop it! Of course I'm ready! Amy and I are going to be great parents. I am not my father! I am not my father. That's what I kept repeating in my head as I made my way to the hospital.

I finally found Amy family in the waiting room. George was pacing back and forth, Ashley was sitting in a chair watching her dad, and Anne was waiting for me. As soon as she saw me she smiled.

"Are you ready?" She asked putting a hand on my back. I gulped and nodded my head. She smiled and took me to Amy's room. Amy had asked me three weeks ago if I wanted to be in the room with her, I had told her that I didn't want to make her uncomfortable, she had looked at me and told me she wanted me to be one of the first people our son saw.

We made are way into the room and I saw Amy hooked up to a monitor. She looked completely miserable and it was all my fault. I hated myself at this very moment, I was the one causing Amy to be in pain. Seeming to hear my thoughts she smiled up at me. I tried to smile back, but I had a feeling it came out as a grimace. I slowly walked over to her and took her hand.

"How are you feeling?" I asked. She looked at me and smiled.

"The pain will be gone soon enough." She replied. I looked at her wide eyed, she was so brave. If I was in that much pain I wouldn't be handling it that well. "Besides" She continued. "I wont even remember the pain when I meet our son." She said smiling. I couldn't help but smile back, I got butterfly's just thinking about finally getting to hold my son in my arms.


It had been 5 hours already and our son still hasn't made his grand entrance. I was dead tired, Amy tried persuading me to take a nap on the couch they had in the room, but I was afraid I would miss something and quickly declined. The doctor said we wouldn't be waiting much longer, and the nurse said she would be willing to bet that the baby would be here before 10. I hope she is right, I don't know how much longer I can wait. My nerves where all bundled up, the back of my neck was sweaty and my legs felt like they would give out at any given second. I could tell Anne was as nervous as I was, she just hid it a little bit better than I did. Amy's contractions where so close together it was crazy, I wanted to take the pain away but I couldn't. Amy wanted a natural childbirth, so every time the doctor would ask if she wanted something for the pain she instantly said no.

About a half hour later (It is now 8.) the doctor was in the room getting ready to deliver mine and Amy's first child, our son. I held Amy's hand tightly as she got contractions and the doctor told her to push. It only took about 5 pushes until the screaming of our newborn son filled the room. My breath caught in my throat as the doctor asked if I wanted to cut the umbilical cord. Even though I was shaking like hell I cut the cord, not wanting to miss the opportunity. The nurse took our son and wrapped it in a blue blanket before handing it to Amy. I watched from my spot beside her, she had tears falling from her eyes and mine were already misty. I looked at our son, he had a little bit of brown hair on his head and his eyes where a light blue. I gulped, tears where threatening to fall. Amy looked up at me and smiled.

"Do you want to see your daddy?." She asked our son softly and then looked at me. I gulped and shook my head. I couldn't, I didn't know how to hold a baby. What if I dropped him?

"Go ahead." Amy said smiling. "Just remember to support his head." She said and went to move our son towards me. Support his head?? How could I support his head when I could bearly support my own body right now?? I shakily reached for our son, I picked him up slowly making sure to support his head and cradled him to my chest. As I looked down at the little stranger in my arms I couldn't help but get emotional. Tears threatened to fall, I tried holding onto them for dear life but one betrayed me and ran down my cheek. He was the most precious thing I have ever seen. I already loved him. I couldn't help but smile and think about how spoiled he was going to be. I looked down at Amy who was smilng at me as I held the life we created together, tears still falling down her cheeks.

"He's so tiny." I said looking down at our son once more.

"I know." Amy replied smiling tiredly. "I'm exhausted." She added.

"Amy we got to deliver the placenta now." The doctor said. I heard her groan and I laughed. The nurse came over and took the our son so she could get clean him off and get his height, and weight. Our son was born at 9:55 am on June 14th, weighed 6 pounds 10 ounces and is 20 inches long.

"So have you guys picked out a name?" Anne asked. I had forgotten she was even in the room.

"We have two names picked out." She looked at me and smiled. "But I don't think either of those names work. He looks like a Ricky Jr. to me.". I looked at her like she was crazy. Anne looked shocked.

"Why do you want to name him after me?" I asked curiously. She laughed.

"Because your his father and he looks like a Ricky." Was Amy's reply. "I want to name him Ricky." She added. I shook my head.

"I don't know.". I said honestly.

"Please!" She asked, making a pouty face. I sighed.

"If thats what you want." I said smiling. Ricky Jr., that would have to take some time getting use too. She smiled.

"Ricky Underwood Jr." She said, testing it out. It sounded weird but I knew it would grow on me.


George, Anne, Ashley and my foster parents spent some time with Ricky Jr while Amy took a nap. I went to the corner of the room and pulled out my cell phone and called a number that I had only called once before.

"Hello. Who is this?" The voice asked.

"Its Ricky. Can you come to the hospital, Amy had the baby." I said into the phone.

"I'm on my way." The voice said before hanging up.


Okay so there it is! I really think this has got to be my favorite chapter! I just got done watching the new episode of The Secret Life and thought it was sooooo sweet when the little baby fell out of Ricky's pillow case! The scene with Ben and Amy kissing really made me sick!! Then Amy really pissed me off, she wasn't even going to call Ricky, and he was baby proofing the room!! OMG You have no idea how pissed off I am at Amy!!!! Ugh! The last episode looks soooooo good though!!

I hope you guys enjoyed my take on the delivery of the baby!! =] R&R!