A/N- I'm really glad you guys enjoyed the last two chapters.

myasiansuperpowers-In the hospital after my mom gave birth I know they where telling my mom not to feed her over so many mL, my mom thinks it was 20 but she's not sure. When we got home we just went with 2 oz too.

reading book worm girl- Thanks for the suggestion! I'm not quite done with the story yet, so if write something like that it wouldn't be till like the last chapter.

OMG I saw 5 previews for the last episode of the secret life and Amy is just pissing me off even more! If you want to watch the previews (all five of them) go to youtube and search "One Night at Band Camp" for the American Teenager and it will bring up all 5. The fifth one is the one that pisses me off and you'll see why. If you have trouble finding the previews just e-mail me and I'll send you the links!

Anyways, this chapter is going to be in Ricky's POV!!!! Enjoy!


It is September 14th, it has been three months since Amy gave birth to our son. I spent as much time as possible with Amy and little Ricky, as Amy likes to call him. He was the most precious thing in my whole world besides Amy. As I looked at our son, sleeping in his crib next to Amy's bed, I knew I would do anything for him. If he ever wanted anything all he would have to do was ask and I'd make sure he got it. I would die for him and Amy, I knew that for a fact. It is crazy how much growing up I have done these past couple of months. I actually believed that I was in fact not my father, I could never abuse my son the way my father abused me. Dr. Fields couldn't get over how much my son and Amy had made me change. I can honestly say I am happy, I couldn't say that five months ago, I was far from happy back then. I no longer have the need to try and sleep with every single girl I come across, which pisses Adrian off immensely. No, I wanted to be a good father and a good boyfriend, I wanted to be someone Amy could trust. Amy didn't trust me five months ago, hell she despised me! I wanted her to see me as someone she wanted to see every single day, someone she wanted to lay next to every night, I wanted to her to see me as a potential husband. I did someday want to be her husband, not right now, we are still way to young, but in say five, six years. To be truthfully honest, I could see Amy and I married, with three more kids. I know that might sound crazy, seeing as how I'm only sixteen but when I looked in Amy's eyes I could see that future. As I watched her pick up our crying son from his crib, nurturing him, my heart melt. That might sound girlie but it did, no other girl had this effect on me, and I can say with one-hundred percent certainty that no girl other than Amy will effect me this way. Amy is one in a million, if she wanted the moon and stars I would grab them out of the sky for her. She brought out the softer side of me.

"Ricky!" Amy said loudly, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Sorry, what were you saying?" I asked, smiling. She laughed.

"I was saying since its such a nice day out I wanted to know if you wanted to take Ricky Jr. to the park." She repeated. I nodded my head and said sure.

She handed me our son while she got him clothes. I looked down, my eyes meeting my own eyes. Little Ricky's eyes had changed to brown about a month and a half ago, they looked exactly like mine. He was currently grinning up at me, I smiled back and started making kissing noises, he loved it when Amy and I made that noise. I gave him a kiss on his cheek which only made his smile get wider. I heard Amy re-enter her room with a clean pair of clothes for him to wear, (baby's go through clothes like crazy!) a diaper and baby wipes.

"Go see mommy! She's going to change you." I cooed. I hurried and placed him in Amy's arms before she could protest. I had mastered diapers quickly two months ago but I still made Amy change him when ever I could. Diaper changing defiantly wasn't the best thing about parenthood that's for sure.I didn't have a problem with the pee diapers, unless he peed on me, but I'd rather change a pee diaper than a poop one. Amy was the mother, she handles the smell better than I do.

"Ricky!! Why can't you change him this time?? I changed him the last two times!" Amy whined. I laughed.

"Because you where the last one to hold him." I said, playfully sticking my tongue out. I looked down at little Ricky who was currently laying down on Amy's bed so he could be changed, he was smiling at us. "See even little stinker here agrees with me." I said, smiling lovingly at our son.

I had started calling him little stinker when I first attempted to change one of the diapers he had decided to fill with poop, while Amy was taking a shower. He seemed to like the nickname, Amy always threw me a look when I called him that, she thought it was cruel.

"Ricky! You know I hate it when you call him that!" She said with a groan. I laughed at her.

"I know, I just like getting under your skin." I said smiling as she threw me another look of annoyance.

"Here change his clothes while I get his diaper bag ready." She said handing me our son again.

"Okey dokey!" I said with a smirk, she rolled her eyes playfully before leaving the room.

I set him back down on the bed, changing his clothes. He watched me smiling the whole time, he really was a happy baby. Maybe I should change his nickname to Smiley, well Amy would like that anyways. I have been calling him little stinker for to long to change it now, plus that would please Amy and well I liked ruffling her feathers. I picked up baby Ricky again and smiled.

"Are you going to say Da-Da!" I cooed making him smile. "Go ahead you can say it." I cooed again, he made a sound that sounded like ahhh, I smiled he is to adorable. I could already tell he was going to be a heart breaker.

"Okay all ready." I heard Amy say from behind me, leaning against her door frame. I turned around to see her smiling at me.

"What?" I asked eyeing her suspiciously. She laughed.

"Nothing, jeez talk about being paranoid." She said giggling. "Its just you are so cute when you talk to him." She added, still smiling.

I playfully rolled my eyes, a grin stretching across my face. We got little Ricky situated into his stroller and left, making our way to the park. Once we got there Amy took him out of the stroller and sat down on the bench, making Ricky Jr. sit on her lap.

"Why don't you take him over to the slide and sit him on your lap while you go down?" I asked. "I don't see the point in bringing him to the park if your just going to sit on the bench with him. We could have just sat on your porch step." I added. She rolled her eyes.

"Do you always got to be such a smart ass?" She asked. I laughed.

"Of course." I said. She groaned agitated.

"Here why don't you take him to the slide, seeing as how it was your idea. I'll meet you over there in a couple minutes, I want to call Ashley." She said.

"Fine." I said, pretending to be annoyed. She just laughed at me and handed me Ricky Jr. before shooing us off.

I knew Amy missed Ashley dearly. Ashley had moved in with her dad right after she had Ricky Jr., she had taken it hard. Ashley was the only person she could really talk to since her parents split. Amy now tried to act like she was happy for her sister but I knew she hated being away from her.

I went down the slide at least a dozen times before Amy joined me, then we took turns, Ricky Jr. seemed to be enjoying himself. We finally got tired of the slide and little Ricky was getting tired. We were getting ready to leave when I heard someone say my name from behind me.

I turned around and came face to face with a face I hadn't seen in four years, it was the face that belonged to my older sister Sophie. I froze, my eyes welling with tears. I never told anyone I had a older sister, that was because I never thought I'd see her again, yet there she stood clear as day.


Okay so I really hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! I know my story hasn't been that dramatic so I thought I should shake things up a bit, its not as long as some of the other chapters but I'm like falling asleep as I write this. lol. R&R!!