Anne rushed to the car and started it and then opened the passenger door for Amy just as Ashley came running outside carrying Amy's overnight bag. Robbie and Ricky gingerly guided Amy towards the passenger door and got her seated. Robbie quickly climbed in the backseat with Ashley and Anne backed down the driveway while Ricky raced to his own car to follow Anne to the hospital. When Anne pulled up, George was waiting for them with a wheelchair and a nurse. George pushed the wheelchair up to the passenger door, so Amy wouldn't have to walk very far, and then a nurse guided him and his children to Amy's room in the maternity ward while Anne parked the car. Once Amy was settled, Robbie went and found his mother to tell her where Amy was and then he texted the boys and girls. Before long Amy had a group of visitors. The Cooperstein and Treacy foursomes all arrived and soon Amy's room was packed with thirteen people. A nurse came by to check Amy's vitals and frowned when she saw the crowd.

"Okay everyone. I know you wanna wish her well and all but having this many people in here is a fire hazard. Only immediate family may stay and the rest of you can visit in groups of two or three at a time." The gang left begrudgingly but promised to stop by later on; the teens insisted upon waiting around so their parents hugged them goodbye and made them promise to text them when the baby arrived.

It wasn't until Robbie witnessed Amy's first contraction that his tentative truce with Ricky was tested. He was sitting on a couch in Amy's room chatting with her to help the time pass when a contraction hit. She reached out for Anne's hand, as she was siting the closest to Amy, and gripped it tightly as she did her best to breathe through the pain. Seeing his little sister's pained expression made his blood boil. He knew contractions were one of the painful aspects of childbirth but having to watch and hear Amy go through it and knowing there was nothing he could do about it was heartbreaking for Robbie. Once the contraction passed, Amy relaxed for a bit. Anne went to use the restroom, George went in search of a snack and Ashley went to the nurses' station to refill Amy's pitcher of cold water that was by her bedside, leaving Robbie to take Anne's place. When Amy's next contraction hit, Robbie saw red. Amy reached out again and this time Robbie held her hand. Seeing the pain on her face and feeling how hard she was gripping his hand as she did her best to breathe through the pain made his mind go blank except for a single thought: I'm gonna kill him! When the contraction passed and Amy sagged back against her pillows to try and relax, Robbie kissed her forehead and gave her an encouraging smile.

"You're doing great, gummie." Amy gave him a small smile back. Ashley came back in with the refilled pitcher and Robbie spoke to her as she set it down. "I'll be back in a little bit." He left Amy's room on a mission to find Ricky. Robbie found him in the waiting area with his head in his hands. His dejected posture made Robbie pause in his tracks for a moment and he started rethinking what he was about to do. Hitting him won't make Amy feel better and it'd probably not be the best idea to start a fight, get the police involved, and stress Amy out right now. Maybe there's another way for him to pay for the pain she's going through. Robbie walked up to Ricky and stopped in front of him. Ricky snapped out of his pity party when he noticed a pair of shoes in front of him. Looking up, he locked eyes with Robbie. "Time to pony up, Romeo." Ricky's eyes filled with confusion. Robbie grabbed his right arm and hauled him to his feet. Releasing his hold he ushered Ricky to Amy's room. When they arrived Robbie saw that Anne had resumed her position near Amy's bedside. "Hey, mom?" Anne looked up at him.

"Yes?"

"Ricky needs to take over for a bit." Anne gave him a puzzled expression, as did his dad and sisters. "Holding Amy's hand, I mean." Amy looked at Robbie like he'd just gone off the deep end but George understood what his son was trying to do.

"Hey, Anne," George said, causing Anne to look over her shoulder to where he was sitting on the couch with Ashley. "He's part of this whole process too so let him be a part of it," he told her with a slight smirk. Seeing her husband's smirk turned on a light bulb for Anne. Finally realizing what Robbie was up to, Anne sighed and moved to sit in another armchair in the room. Amy looked at her mother with confused and pleading eyes while Robbie led Ricky to Amy's bedside, not bothering to hide the mischievous grin on his face. There were several minutes of awkward silence as Amy and Ricky weren't sure what to talk about and how long he'd be there. In all of their talks they'd somehow managed to never discuss if Ricky would be in the room or not when she actually delivered. The silence was broken by another contraction. Amy instinctively reached out for Ricky's hand and squeezed as she breathed through the pain. Robbie felt a sense of satisfaction when he saw Ricky's face slightly contort with pain as well, but to Ricky's credit, he didn't try to remove his hand from Amy's grip. When the contraction passed, Ricky looked over his shoulder at Robbie and the two young men shared a silent conversation.

Ricky looked at Robbie with a pained expression and his eyes full of guilt. I get it. I did this to her and you wanted me in pain since she's in pain. Believe me, I'm sorry I did this to her. Robbie looked back with his eyes narrowed and his arms crossed. I hear you. But don't think this makes up for it all yet. Ricky gave Robbie a look of resignation that was quickly replaced by sincerity and determination. I know. I'm gonna do right by her, I swear! Robbie arched an eyebrow at Ricky. You better. George observed their conversation and his heart swelled with pride, just a little bit. It made him proud that his son had a strong sense of family loyalty and was willing to stick up for his sisters. It also made him proud that his son had developed the ability to silently threaten guys who messed with his girls, making Robbie the perfect candidate to stand in for George when he wasn't or couldn't be present to deal with said guys right away. The girls were oblivious to all of this.

The next several hours went by fairly uneventfully. Amy had contractions and squeezed Ricky's hand when they hit; Amy napped on and off for a bit; George and Robbie went out to get everyone dinner once dinner time rolled around; and the girls and boys came in every hour or so, if Amy was awake, to chat with her to help the time pass. Finally after seven hours into Amy's labor, she was dilated enough that she could have an epidural, much to Robbie's eternal relief. Even though Ricky was 'paying for his crimes' by holding Amy's hand through each contraction, Robbie still felt helpless, and angry because of it, as he had to sit by and watch his little gummie in so much pain and know that there was only more pain yet to come. Everyone except Anne stepped out of the room while Amy got the epidural and when they came back in Amy was drowsy and drifted off to sleep again soon after.

When Amy woke up again, she was in a much better mood. Anne and George chatted about how excited they were to meet their newest family member and they asked Amy what she was gonna name her little boy, causing Amy to have a moment of confusion.

"What, sweetie?" Anne asked, seeing Amy's expression.

"I don't know what his name's gonna be. Whose last name do I give him? Am I even allowed to name him? I mean, being a minor and all?" Anne chuckled.

"Amy, you're his mother. Of course you're allowed to have a say in your baby's name. And his last name's up to you as well." Amy turned toward Ricky.

"What do you wanna name him?" Ricky turned shocked eyes to Amy.

"Ummm….I kinda figured that….given our….situation….you wouldn't want me to have a say or anything," Ricky responded, blushing slightly from embarrassment. "Name him whatever sounds like a good name to you." Amy rolled her eyes.

"Oh sure, make me out to be the bad guy if I stick the kid with a horrible name." Ricky became slightly alarmed at her words.

"I didn't mean it like that, and I wasn't implying…" Ashley and Robbie sniggered, causing Ricky to look at them. Seeing their mirthful expressions Ricky looked back down at Amy, who was smirking at him.

"I was teasing," she told him with a smile. Ricky relaxed.

"Ok, so let's start with a last name. I think he should have yours. It feels kinda weird sticking my kid with my last name given who my parents are and everything," Ricky said while starring at the blanket covering Amy.

"Okay. Any thoughts on a first name?" Ricky shrugged so Amy turned to the rest of her family. "What name do you guys think would go well with Juergens for the little guy?" Everyone thought about it for a few minutes but their thoughts were momentarily interrupted when another contraction hit Amy; Ricky dutifully held her hand. Once it had passed and Amy had caught her breath, she turned her focus back to her family. "Any ideas? I got nothing." Ashley spoke up.

"I vote for John."

"Awwww," Anne said, "That's adorable."

"Do we know any Johns?" Amy asked. Ashley shrugged.

"It just goes with Juergens. Plus it's simple and his life's gonna be a little more complicated than normal anyway, given the givens." She said it with a smile so no one would take her statement the wrong way. Having teens parents who weren't married and didn't live together would make little John's childhood interesting, but he'd have enough loving family members around to make sure he was well taken care of and loved. Amy smiled.

"I like it. John." She turned to Ricky. "What do you think?" He returned her smile.

"I think it's perfect." Amy's doctor walked in a split second later.

"Alright everyone. I need to check Amy and see where we are." Having been at the hospital for over ten hours, everyone knew the drill. They stepped out while Amy was checked and Robbie went to inform John's little welcoming party what was going on. As George and Anne leaned against the wall outside Amy's room, they turned to look at each other.

"You ready for this?" George asked hesitantly. Anne gave him a small reassuring smile.

"We've come this far and I know we'll figure the rest out as we go." Ashley smiled at her mother's words just as Robbie came jogging down the hallway to rejoin them. The doctor stepped out into the hallway and addressed them.

"Okay, it's go time." She turned to George and Robbie. "Amy says you two can come in if you want and just stay above all the action," she told them with a smile. Ricky paled slightly.

"I'll be in the waiting room with everyone else," he informed them before turning on his heel and heading down the hallway. Ricky slumped into the first empty chair he came to when he arrived at the waiting room. Madison was sitting in a chair opposite of his and spoke to him.

"Any changes?" she asked excitedly, eager to meet her 'nephew.' Ricky looked up at her.

"The doctor said it was go time so the next time we see anyone the baby will be here," he told her with a small smile, the thought of seeing his son for the first time making him feel a little excited, even though he was both physically and emotionally drained at the moment, not to mention his left hand was still killing him. The five teens waited for news of little John's arrival and Madison's excitement got the best of her. She started chatting about all the things she couldn't wait to do with her nephew.

"I'll take him to the park on the weekends and teach him how to sing, of course," Madison said brightly. Lauren laughed.

"Madison, he won't be big enough to play at the park or learn how to sing for quite a while yet. Why don't you just plan on going over to Amy's and playing with him for starters and wait until he's got control of his motor skills before you plan park outings." Madison stuck her tongue out at Lauren and huffed but her excitement wasn't abated. Simon and Terrance laughed as well.

"Awww, go easy on her, Lauren. We're all excited about the little guy," Simon said. Everyone, including Ricky, shared a smile. Ricky checked his watch and decided he didn't wanna sit in the waiting room anymore. He headed back towards Amy's room and waited in the hallway, eager to hear that his son had arrived. He leaned against the wall for twenty more minutes before the door opened and a smiling Robbie came out. He spotted Ricky and silently motioned for Ricky to come on in. Ricky walked into the room and stopped in his tracks at the foot of Amy's bed, burning the sight before him into his memory. There before him was Amy, a peaceful and joyful expression on her face and filling her eyes. And there in her arms, wrapped in a blue blanket and fast asleep, was his son.