Author's Note: I'm so sorry for the long wait, but here we go!

Ricky's POV

I sat on the padded chair in the dinning hall, drumming my fingers against the table as Amy ate. After last night, when Amy moved down the hall, I had thought alot about what we had gone through over the course of the last year and nine months. After all the thinking, I had come to one conclusion. We needed to go on a date.

Come on, you're RICKY Underwood! said my inner voice, you shouldn't be nervous about asking a girl out!

But it wasn't just a girl, this was AMY. The Amy that I slept with, the Amy that had my child, and the Amy that I had this weird fuzzy feeling about. She wasn't someone who I was trying to get into bed, no matter how much I wanted to do just that.

Okay, just DO IT! screamed the voice inside of my head.

"Uh, Amy?"

Amy looked up at me from her plate of eggs and toast, taking a sip of orange juice. "Yeah?"

"Um, will you go on a date with me?" I said quickly. Amy's eyebrows crinkled in confusion.

"Huh?"

I closed my eyes, taking a deep, calming breath.

"Will you go on a date with me?" I asked, drawing each word out, carefully.

I watched as the surprise spread across her face, morphing into a smirk of her own.

"Ricky Underwood is asking ME out on a date?" she asked, taking a bite of her toast.

I sighed. "Yes."

She smiled. "Then in that case, yes. I would love to go out on a date with you."

I looked into the mirror for what had to be the millionth time. My reflection stared back at me almost tauntingly. Confession time: I've never been on a date. Ever. I don't know how these things are supposed to go, or even what I'm supposed to wear. Finally, I settled on something slightly less formal than what I wore to Leo and Betty's wedding.

Glancing down at my phone, charging on the wall plug next to the sink, I saw that it was time to go get Amy. I had already dropped John off at the daycare place, so all that was left was to walk down the hall, knock on Amy's door and head off on our date. Simple in theory, but something a whole lot more difficult in reality.

An exhale and several self-confidence comments later, I finally grabbed my phone and my wallet, stuffing them into my pockets and exited the room. As I started the long walk down the hall, I kept telling myself to calm down.

I waited for Amy to answer the door after knocking. I stared down at my shoes. When I heard the door open with a click, I was no longer looking at my shoes, but I was looking at a pair of strappy black heels. My eyes traveled from the polished shoe-clad toes up to a pair of tan legs. From there it was a short blue dress with thin straps, ending with Amy's blushing face.

"Wow...you look...wow." I said, trying not to stutter, yet failing miserably. I hoped she wouldn't catch the fact that I couldn't form a coherent sentence.

Amy giggled. "You said that already."

Crap. She noticed. I looked into her eyes, desperately trying to shoo away the blush I could feel, creeping onto my cheeks.

"So, shall we?" I asked, holding out my hand to her.

She smiled, placing her small, delicate hand in mine. "We shall."

* 17 minutes later *

Amy's POV

As I walked next to Ricky, my hand nestled in his, I couldn't help but wonder where we were going for our date. Ricky refused to tell me. I just hoped that what I was wearing was okay. It was our first date and I wanted to look nice. Ricky looked good too. Well, that's an understatement. Ricky looked gorgeous. Big surprise, right?

Ricky tugged on my hand, signaling that we were supposed to turn. I complied, letting him drag me a couple more blocks down. Finally, we stopped.

"Here we are." he said, taking hold of my arm, leading me into the restaurant.

I tried to keep myself from gasping. It was absolutely gorgeous in there! A crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling in the middle of the entrance area. There were several tables, but all were private, complete with flickering candles and padded seats. The whole place was dimly lit and the servers were dressed nicely: men in black suits and women in black cocktail dresses.

"Wow. This place is amazing!" I said to Ricky, although my eyes were still scanning the beautiful decor. In my peripheral vision, I could see Ricky speaking with the hostess. I could also see that she was interested in him. I sauntered over just in time to hear her say, "So maybe I could give you my number?"

I grabbed onto his arm, glaring at the red-headed woman. Ricky, looking anything but interested said, "No thanks. I'm good."

The woman rolled her eyes, picking up the walkie talkie on the table. "Underwood, party of two." she said, angrily. As a waiter came over to take us to our table, I couldn't help but look over my shoulder and glare at her. I guess Ricky saw me, because as I turned around, he gave me a knowing smirk. I blushed. Okay, so I had been jealous. Whatever. He didn't have to rub it in.

"Right this way you two." said the waiter, gesturing his arm for us to follow. Ricky reached out to take hold of my hand and followed the waiter, and the whole time I couldn't help but think about how my hand fit perfectly in his.

Ricky held the chair out for me to sit in and I took it, smiling at him. How adorable is he? Very.

The waiter placed our menus in front of us. "Good evening, my name is Ian and I will be your server tonight. What kind of drinks would you like?"

"Uh, I'll take an iced tea, please." I said, then added "With some lemons too."

Our waiter jotted this down on the small note pad he held in his hand, then turned to look at Ricky. "And you?"

"Coke, please." he said, glancing up at Ian.

He jotted down Ricky's drink order and the looked up from the pad and down at us.

"I will be right back with your drinks and to take your order." he said, smiling a little to widely and it was clearly fake. He turned and left. As soon as he was out of sight, Ricky looked over to me and began his mocking.

"I will be right back with your drinks and to take your order." Ricky imitated, plastering on the creeper-esque smile. I couldn't help but laugh. The imitation was perfect, right down to the New York accent. I kept giggling uncontrollably along with Ricky. I noticed our waiter coming back.

"Shh, here he comes." I whispered, desperately trying to stop my laughing. Ricky and I both looked down at the menu as Ian walked up, two glasses and a note pad ready. He set my tea in front of me, then placing Ricky's drink in front of him.

"So, what can I get for you tonight?"

We both stifled our giggles, looking down at the menu and picking the first thing we saw.

"I'll have the chicken parmesan, thanks." said Ricky, folding his menu and passing it to the waiter, who was scribbling on the pad.

"And you, miss?"

"Uh, I guess I'll take the ravioli with the side salad."

"Okay, I will bring out your food as soon as it is prepared." said Ian the waiter, fake-smiling, of course.

Ricky and I giggled as soon as he was out of earshot. He reached across the table and took my hand in his, flashing me his oh-so-perfect smile. I smiled back at him, finally relaxing. Ricky made me feel right at home, somewhere I hadn't been in forever.

I sighed in contentment as I slid into the cab, my hand intertwined in Ricky's.

"Thanks for dinner Ricky. I really enjoyed it."

"No problem." he said, gazing into my eyes.

I smiled up at him, quickly becoming lost in the warm depths of his eyes. "So where are we going now anyways?" I asked. I had been curious since he told me had another surprise for me.

"You'll see soon enough." he said.

I rolled my eyes. "So that's how it's going to be."

He laughed, and soon I joined him. After what seemed like forever, the cabbie stopped, and Ricky handed him the money for our ride. I slid out first and Ricky followed. He ushered me inside and he handed two tickets over to an employee who was scanning them. It was then that I saw the poster for what we were about to see.

The New York Philharmonic Presents "Peter and the Wolf"

I nearly cried as I saw it. Ricky came up to me, noticing my locked gaze on the poster.

"You remember that from Band camp?" I whispered, tears peppering my eyes.

He nodded. "Of course. Are you surprised?"

I nodded, smiling as a single tear slipped down my cheek. Ricky wiped it away with his thumb, ever so gently. "Thank you" I breathed as I wrapped my arms around his neck. I felt him return the hug, arms encircling my waist.

I was so touched that he could remember something from so long ago that I had only mentioned once. And not just that, but that he would go out of his way to find this concert, to plan this date. Best. Date. Ever.

Ricky pulled back, smiling and looking into my eyes. "So how about that show?"

I laughed and took his hand, walking to our seats.

"I had an amazing time tonight." I said, digging through my small purse to locate my card key.

"So did I." he said. I unlocked the door and turned to face him.

"Don't forget to get John."

"I won't." he promised. He leaned closer to me and I practically bounced in anticipation. My eyelids fluttered shut as his soft, pink lips connected with mine. The kiss only lasted a few seconds, but those few seconds were amazing.

As he pulled back, we both smiled at each other.

"Goodnight, Amy."

"Goodnight, Ricky."

As I closed the door, I leaned against it and slid down, sighing. It was a good night indeed.

Ricky's POV

Amy Jurgens is In a Relationship with Ricky Underwood

I smiled down at the laptop, closing it and looking down at John. Nine words that made me feel like the luckiest person in the world.

Ben and Adrian's POV

Amy Jurgens is In a Relationship with Ricky Underwood

Nine words that ripped my heart in half.

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