Chapter 4

Amy stood there dumbfounded. How could Ricky think that the baby was Ben's? She had only been gone 3 weeks. The tears began to streak Ricky's face. He ran his hand roughly through his hair.

"Ben's?" Amy asked him. "You think I had sex with Ben?" She raised her voice a little bit. She clamped her hands over John's ears.

"This is not a discussion that we should be having in front of John." Ricky harshly whispered.

"I'll be back." He grabbed his jacket and headed out the door.

Amy tried to stifle her cry. John wrapped his tiny arms around his mother's neck. Unaware of what was happening around him but knowing that his mother was upset.

"Trains?" He asked.

"Sure, baby. Let's play trains." She wiped her eyes again and tried to smile. The little boy squealed and ran off towards his room to fetch his favorite toys.

Amy's phone vibrated, she picked it up and read a text message from Ricky.

My mom is coming to get John.

The text message was clear. Margaret or Nora was coming to get John and Amy and Ricky were going to talk. What felt like an eternity passed by and Ricky did not return. Anxiety in Amy continued to build.

John lay on the living room floor driving his toy train around while Amy sat next to him. She had her knees pulled up to her chest. She tried to watch her son play, attempting to enjoy the short amount of time that she had with him.

Footsteps could be heard coming up the stairs. The front door opened and Ricky walked in with Margaret following closely behind.

"Hi Amy. Hi John." She waved at the little boy. "Hey, you're going to come with me for a little bit."

As John followed Margaret out of the apartment she turned and looked at the young parents. "I don't know what's going on. I don't know if I want to know what's going on. But work it out. For John."

The pair stood in silence for a moment. Just staring at each other. They had stood in the same place just three weeks ago as Amy called off their wedding.

"You moved on fast." Ricky started.

"I-" Amy began but was quickly cut off

"Who's the father?" He pressed. Amy stared at him, unsure of what to say. "Jeez Amy. It's been three weeks. Did you just up and leave me to go sleep with all of New York? I'm working my ass off her to take care of John alone and you're out what? Partying?" Ricky went off on a rant.

He took a deep breath. "Three weeks." He mumbled under his breath.

"Is that how low you think of me?" Amy retorted to his rant. "I haven't done anything wrong."

"Getting pregnant right after calling off an engagement isn't wrong? You just gonna go off and marry the father? Marry Ben?" Ricky's voice began to raise. His hands were visibly shaking at this point.

"Marry you?!" Amy barely was able to get the words out as she reached for the front door. She could not stand to listen to Ricky's tirade about her anymore.

"What." Ricky quickly blocked the door. "No. We were safe. You've been gone."

Amy tried to reach around him but he grasped her hand. His hands were still shaking.

"It's been three weeks." Ricky said again. Trying to rationalize every cruel thing that he had just said.

"And I am probably about six weeks along." Amy replied. "I didn't find out with John until eight weeks."

"But…"

"You are still the only person I have ever had sex with." Amy confirmed. "You are definitely the father."

A lump was forming in Ricky's throat. He tried to swallow. He was going to be a father again, at only 19 years old. He grabbed Amy and took her into a deep hug. He pressed his lips against her head.

"I am so sorry." He repeated himself over and over.

"I didn't think you thought so low of me." Amy cried into his chest.

"I don't. I promise I don't." He held her in his arms for what felt like forever, simply stroking her hair.

He took her hand and led her over to the sofa. They sat down facing each other. He gently held her hand in his lap.

"So… John's gonna be a big brother." He forced a little smirk at Amy.

"I don't know." Amy replied. "I haven't considered all the options."

Ricky's face fell when she mentioned options.

"You mean abortion?" He asked.

"I don't know. I know I had John at only 15 but I just started college. I don't even know how I would afford or take care of a baby in New York? How would we even afford another baby?" Amy rambled. Ricky hadn't even thought that far ahead.

"We figured it out before. We can figure it out again." He reassured Amy.