She saw Ricky out of the corner of her eye as she walked in and found it hard to fight back a smile. He was leaning against a locker listening to Grace talk adamantly about something. But it didn't really look like he was listening all that closely by the way he was so quickly distracted by passing people. His gaze caught hers as his usual slightly cocky smirk stretched across his face. She couldn't help but give him a small smile in return as she continued to her locker. She opened her locker and began organizing her things and putting the things she didn't need for her first few classes away. After a few minutes, she felt someone beside her. She knew who it was before she even looked.

"Hey." She greeted without looking up.

He chuckled. "Hey. How'd you know it was me?"

Shutting her locker, she turned to look at him and shrugged. "I was thinking about what you said yesterday." He nodded encouraging her to go on. "Um, do you want to… come over tonight for dinner?" She looked down at her hands nervously and didn't look up until he heard him chuckle again at her nervousness.

"Sure." He nodded when their eyes met again. They stood in silence looking at each other.

"Is five good for you?"

"Yeah, that's fine." Their eyes lingered over each other's for a second before Amy abruptly looked down breaking it.

"Good. I'll see you then." He just nodded. "I have to go to class." With that, she gathered her things and hurried away. He turned to watch her with a small smile until she turned the corner.

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He got through school without incident. Amy managed to avoid him either intentionally or unintentionally, he wasn't sure. When the final bell rang, he headed to his locker sending a quick glance down the hall to make sure she wasn't at her locker. The area was crowded, but he didn't see her. He grabbed the things out of his locker and headed outside to his car.

"Ricky! Wait up!" Adrian yelled as she walked briskly across the parking lot. He stopped and waited for her to catch up. "Hey." She said with a sigh as she smiled at him.

"Hey." He returned without stopping his stride towards his car.

"So, I was thinking…"

"Great. Here it goes." He thought and nodded for her to go on. When they stopped at his car, he turned to look at her.

"I was thinking that maybe you should come over tonight." She smiled suggestively at him as she ran her finger along his chest. He caught her hand and stopped it.

"I don't think so, Adrian."

"You used to always come over on Tuesdays."

"I got plans." He shrugged hoping she'd drop it. Her eyes narrowed into a cold glare as her lips tightened a little.

"With who?" She demanded.

"Since when do you need to know what I'm doing?"

"Since you started screwing me."

"We aren't dating, Adrian. You made that clear."

"It's with Amy isn't it?" Her voice was thick with dislike.

"She's the mother of my child, Adrian." I glared feeling oddly protective over Amy.

"And your point? That doesn't mean you have to throw away your whole to become Mr. Mom or whatever."

"I'm trying to do the right thing here."

"Since when are you concerned with the right thing? I mean, come on," She laughed slightly bitterly. "You're Ricky Underwood."

"Will you drop it?" He growled. His anger built up in him. Who the hell did she think she was to tell her he didn't care? That he shouldn't at least try for his daughter?

"Whatever, Ricky. Call me when you want to get some of this." She gestured herself. "Instead of change diapers." She turned on her head and walked towards her convertible. He sighed and got into his car. He had plenty of time to get home, talk to his foster mother, call his therapist to cancel their four-thirty session (which meant and over the phone session. Yay.), get changed, and get to Amy's house.

He did just that. He drove home and headed inside.

"I'm going to Amy's house for dinner tonight." He called as he started up that stairs.

"Okay, don't be back too late." His foster mother replied. He grabbed my phone and dialed the therapist office. Most of the forty-minute conversation was centered around the baby and therefore around Amy too. When he hung up, he got in the shower and changed into a pair of jeans and a black button down shirt with a black t-shirt underneath. Rolling the sleeves up to his elbow, he headed downstairs. It was a little after four-thirty. Talking to his foster mother killed ten extra minutes before he headed out.

Amy's house wasn't far. After ten minutes, he stopped in front of the house and cut the ignition. The door opened just as he started up the stairs. Amy appeared wearing jeans and loose gray shirt with Jordan on her hip. The baby turned to look at the new person and smiled widely causing drool to spill out onto her lower lip.

"Ugh." Amy sighed as she wiped the drool off her and Jordan's chin with a piece of cloth she had hanging over her other shoulder. "Hey Ricky."

"Hey." He replied with a smirk.

"Come on in." She stepped out of the way so he could come into the house before shutting the door behind him. "I was just about to go get Jordan changed. You can wait in the living room. I'll be right back."

"Can I come too?" He asked slightly hesitantly. She looked at him with an eyebrow raised. "I mean, I have to learn eventually."

She nodded. "Okay." She started up the stairs with him right behind her. She pushed the door open to her room. Ricky followed her in glancing around the area as Amy went to her dresser and pulled open the last drawer. She knelt down struggling to hold the baby and find something for her to wear. Noticing this, Ricky walked over and put his hands under Jordan's arms. Amy's eyes snapped up to him as he lifted her out of her arm. He looked hesitant making sure he was doing it right. Nodding, she relaxed her arm allowing him to lift her into his own arms. He frantically looked at Amy for reassurance which she gave him with a nod. Jordan adjusted herself in his arms smiling happily at him. He smiled at her too and walked towards the bed. Amy watched the entire time biting her bottom lip. He sat down holding the baby in his lap as he smiled widely at her. Not his usual 'Ricky' smile but a genuine smile of happiness. She snapped out of the trance and began looking for an outfit for her daughter. When she found a pair of black pants and a dark pink shirt, she grabbed a diaper and stood up.

"She really does like you." She said quietly observing Ricky's interactions with his daughter. Ricky looked at her still smiling like an idiot.

"Thank you, Amy, for giving me a chance." The sincerity pouring off of him was pure and true.

She sighed and sat down beside him looking at Jordan. "Just don't make me regret it."

"I promise to you, I won't." She smiled at him.

"Come on, I'll teach you how to change her. Unless you're worried dirty diapers and spit rags with cramp your style." She joked, standing up. He laughed and stood up too. "Okay, lie her down here." She patted the middle of the bed. "You have to make sure she doesn't roll off, so never take your eyes off of her for even a minute when she's on a bed without guard rails." He nodded. "Okay. First, you have to get her old outfit off." She told him as she undressed Jordan throwing the dirty outfit onto the ground. "Ready to tackle the world of diaper changing."

"I think so." He said. She had been joking, but he seemed to be genuinely concerned and hesitant. This was an entire new world to him, far outside his comfort zone.

"You don't have to if you don't want to. I mean, I don't want you to get overwhelmed by all this. It's a lot to take in at once."

He shook his head. "I want to."

"Okay. Have you ever changed a diaper before?" He shook his head. It wasn't a surprise. He hardly seemed like the kind of guy who would. "First, you undo the Velcro." She nodded for him to do it as she grabbed the wipes. Once the diaper was open, she handed his a wipe. "Okay, now, put the wipe in the dirty diaper and take the diaper out from under her." He did as he was told. "Now, the hard part." She said as she opened the new diaper. "Put this end under her butt." He did as he was told. "And this part goes around the front. And us the tabs to close it." By now Jordan was getting restless and squirming. Just as he was about to put the top part over the front of her body, she started peeing. He looked startled as Amy laughed loudly and pushed his hand down so the diaper was acting as a shield. "Okay, so now, we start over." She was still shaking with laughter as she went to get another diaper.

"This is harder than I thought." He sighed.

"You get used to it. Like everything else, you get better over time." Amy assured him. He nodded as Amy handed him a new wipe and a new diaper. This time, he made it all the way through without Jordan's interference. When he lifted her up, though, the diaper was lopsided, and one of her butt cheeks was hanging out. Ricky groaned as Amy once again laughed. "It's okay." She said and fixed it quickly. "You'll get it." With Amy's help, he managed to get her dressed in the little outfit with little trouble. After she was dressed, he picked her up before Amy could. "Come on, let's go back downstairs. Dinner will probably done soon." He nodded. "You okay? You seem quiet."

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Amy, Ricky, dinner's ready!" Anne called.

Much to my surprise, he really did seem to want to be here. Maybe this won't be a catastrophe. Maybe he did really change.

I was nervous and scare as hell the entire time Amy was teaching me how to change Jordan. I really could fuck up, and I didn't want to. I already love Jordan, and it scares the hell out of me to love something so breakable. But I'm determined to make this work.