Ricky was utterly confused. The two most important women in his life thought he was a huge asshole that got 15 year olds pregnant. Well, he'd done that before but that was almost two years ago. He sat in the empty classroom Peyton had left him in with a glazed over look in his eyes and was becoming increasingly angry by the second.

If Ashley was pregnant, why would she tell Amy that it was his baby? The most they'd ever done was kiss. He shook his head in disbelief. Ashley couldn't get away with this, he needed to confront her. She was ruining his life and his relationship with Peyton.

He stood up to leave but when he turned to face the door he saw the face that he longed to see most in the world.

"Hi," she said, her green eyes filled with tears begging to drip out of them.

"Peyton," He sighed. He didn't care that she had been influenced by Amy, or that she had hit him. He just wanted her to be in his arms again, and to know that he'd done nothing wrong.

"You didn't sleep with Amy's sister." Peyton said, it wasn't a question. "Even if you had, I don't really have a right to be mad. It would have been before you met me."

"No, I didn't sleep with Ashley." Ricky replied. "And it doesn't matter, because it didn't happen."

"I…" Peyton started to choke up. "I'm sorry."

She walked closer to him and he met her half way as she began to cry into his arms softly. He put his arms around her and stroked her amber hair until she was all cried out.

"I'm not like this, Ricky." Peyton said, suddenly. "I don't cry, and I don't involve myself in relationships because I don't like feeling like my happiness depends on what you do."

"I know," Ricky replied. "I used to feel like that all the time."

"What changed?" Peyton asked, her eyes scanning Ricky for an answer.

"I did." He replied, he was being honest. Ricky had changed after John was born. Seeing his son, he knew he'd have to grow up sooner or later. He'd tried with Adrian, but she had ruined it. That had changed him also. Ricky was ready to say: "I love you" or "I want to be with you, and only you".

"Jesus," Peyton said under her breath. "I can't help but wonder what our relationship will be like, if the last three weeks are anything to go by."

Ricky's eyes grew wide. He took Peyton's shoulders and forced her to look up at him. With a serious tone, he said: "It'll be great then. I love spending time with you. I love kissing with you. I love sleeping next to you. And I'm sure that I'd love waking up next to you, if you didn't always run off before I could!"

"This is going to sound really corny, but you are too good for me." Peyton said. Ricky shook his head and laughed a little bit, taking Peyton and squishing her in a big hug. As he took her lips in his, Ricky could not help but let out a sigh of relief. While Peyton, was sure that if it had been anyone else… she'd have been over this relationship by now. And that scared her.

Meanwhile, Amy Juergens slammed her front door shut as she stormed in the house with fury. When John started to cry because of the loud surprising noise, Amy realized the effect her anger must be having on him.

"Oh, John." She said, holding her baby close to her. "I'm so sorry."

As she silently cried, John began to stop his tears. "Momma"

"What!" Amy suddenly stopped crying, and looked at her son in amazement. He had spoken his first word, and it happened to be her name. "John! You said Momma!"

Amy nearly jumped for joy, and went to reach for her cell phone. She needed to tell Ricky about this. Then it hit her, Ricky was a piece of scum beneath the earth. Not only had he gotten her pregnant, but he had gotten her sister pregnant. He was a life ruiner.

There was a quick knock on the door.

"Stay there, John." Amy said, placing him on the living room floor amongst his toys.

As she walked to the door, she had a sinking feeling in her stomach. She knew who was at the door, and debated not opening it.

"What do you want, Ricky?" Amy asked, folding her arms over her chest after she had opened up the door.

"Amy, I swear I didn't!" Ricky said, he looked genuine but she knew better than to trust him one-hundred percent.

"Come in, you'll freak out the neighbours." She said, ushering him inside.

"I need to talk to her. I don't know why she is saying that I'm the father of her baby because I've never slept with Ashley, even if I wanted to… I couldn't! She's my son's aunt." He said, Ricky looked scared as hell, and Amy had begun to believe him. She had grown to respect Ricky since their son had been born, and he seemed to have grown up almost as much as she had.

"She's probably in the garage. I'll go with you."

The two past the living room where George was playing with baby John on the floor.

"Hey guys, what's up?" Amy's father asked, looking at them suspiciously.

"We… we were just, uh, going to talk to Ashley. She's having a rough time." Amy stumbled through a poorly told lie.

"Would you mind watching John for a second, sir?" Ricky asked politely.

"No problem, kids." George said, and watched them as they went out into the garage. Looking at John, he smiled and said. "They are up to something, Johnny boy."

In the garage, Ashley lay curled up on her bed as Ricky and Amy walked into the room. She did not bother to turn around to see who it was.

"Ashley, there is someone here to see you." Amy said, quite quietly.

"Go away," Ashley replied, not bothering to move an inch.

"It's me." Ricky said, making his presence known.

Ashley immeadiately flipped over and sat up, her eyes like deer's in the headlights.

"What is he doing here?" She asked, alarmed.

"You two need to talk." Amy said, her arms seemed to be permanently crossed in a disapproving gesture.

"Why are you saying I'm your baby's father, Ashley?" Ricky asked, unamused. The anger in his voice was apparent.

"I… I never said that!" Ashley said, looking at Amy with a frightened look.

"Yes you did!" Amy said.

"No, I never said that!" Ashley began. "You just assumed, and then I never corrected you!"

"Why would you just assume it was me?" Ricky asked, looking at Amy.

"You're the only guy she's hung around all summer save for Grant, who went off to Medical Camp!" Amy retorted.

"That doesn't mean I've slept with her!" Ricky argued.

"SHUT UP!" Ashley yelled. "Either way, it doesn't matter! Because it is your fault, Ricky. This is your entire fault. I would never have gotten pregnant if it hadn't been for you."

"What!" Amy and Ricky asked at the same time.

"If you had never made me fall in love with you, I would have never fucked some guy to get back at you because you wouldn't have sex with me!" Ashley said, tears were streaming down her eyes and her face was red and blotchy.

"Ashley… I never meant to hurt you, but I didn't really feel that way about you." Ricky said, calmly.

"Ashley, you can't blame Ricky for your mistakes. Trust me, I've tried it… it doesn't do any good." Amy said, walking over to her sister and placing her hand on her sobbing shoulder.

"I… just don't know what to do." Ashley cried into her palms, as she did so… Amy looked up at Ricky and mouthed the word "Sorry" to him.

He nodded his head, and went outside to wait for Amy to come out of her sister's room. When she did, she hugged him in apology.

"I'm sorry that I just assumed." Amy said.

"It's fine. Everyone seems to just assume that shit about me." Ricky said, looking a little peeved. "You know, you almost cost me my relationship today?"

"Uh, I just said sorry." Amy said, taken aback. "I mean it, and besides since you said 'almost' I'm guessing that you and Peyton have made up and all that jazz."

"Sorry," Ricky said. "Now, I'm sorry. I'm just a little sensitive today, I guess."

"Whatever." Amy said with a shrug of her shoulders. "By the way, John said his first word today!"

"What was it?" Ricky asked in an excited tone.

"Momma." Amy said, looking proud and mighty. "I've won the bet; you owe me twenty big ones."

And with that, Ricky pulled out his wallet as they went inside to spend quality time with their son.

WOOOOOT, I've been gone for ages. Sorry, I've been making some big changes in my life. And I just didn't have time to write for this fanfic. I was feeling uninspired. But, I guess with the new season coming soon I better finish this up! Thanks for reading, please review! I promise to update more frequently! 3