Disclaimer: I do not own The Secret Life of the American Teenager or anything pertaining to it except my own writing.

A/N: This is set during/after s1ep15 That's Enough of That.

By the front of her house Amy was waiting for her father to bring her to school, the smile from the night before plastered on her lips. It's a boy.

The doorbell rang and she opened the door, shocked at who she saw there.

"Amy, hey."

There was Ricky standing before her, his eyes bright. He looked… she couldn't quite place it.

"Hey, Ricky, what're you doing here?" she asked. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, everything's great. They got him," he said.

Amy gave him an uncomprehending stare. "Got who?"

"My father! Drug possession; he's back in jail! Everything will be okay now; you don't have to give up the baby!" He looked so genuinely happy and relieved that Amy almost couldn't find any words to say.

"Ricky, that is–that's amazing!" she managed. "Really, I'm so happy for you."

His smile drooped and he said, "But something's wrong. What's wrong?"

"Ricky…" Amy began, putting her hand to her forehead.

"Amy, I swear to you–I will never hurt our baby. I am not my father."

Quickly she nodded, not wanting him to get the wrong idea. "No, Ricky, I know; it's just…" She couldn't explain it, couldn't make him understand.

"Amy, please." His expression was open, rather than flirtatiously guarded like it normally was. "Please don't take my baby away from me. You wanted to give her away because you thought she wouldn't be safe but she will be now, we can keep her with us. And I will help. I swear."

Amy glanced away, folding her arms over her stomach. "He."

Ricky looked startled. "What?"

"He. It's a boy."

Ricky's eyes lit up, his mouth cracking into a smile. "That's… that's great. When'd you find out?"

"Yesterday, at my appointment. I didn't think I wanted to know, but… when it came down to it in that room I realized that I did," she told him. "And when it comes down to it for you… I'm afraid you won't be around. How can you promise me that you will be?"

He laughed a little, his exuberant smile returning. "Because the bane of my existence is in prison, Amy; come on. Don't give up this baby. I know you said it's not about us, that it's about what's best for the kid, but what if we are what's best?" Amy didn't know what to say. "I've gotta go, but please think about what I said. See you."

He gave her one last glance before turning to head back to his car. As he pulled down the driveway, Amy realized what it was that she had thought he looked, and why it was so foreign. He was actually alive.