I own nothing. This is a continuation of Baby Sitting requested by doggyjunky. This will be a work in progress that will go threw their life. I will start with Sam's pregnancy and the child's early years. I don't have a name picked. This will only go up to the end of first trimester. Give me reviews of names you want and genders. I want my reader to be part of the experience. Can someone please explain in a review how to add chapters? Thank you.
Danny had never been grossed out by Sam. He had seen her everyday, even on her worse days, since they were kids. Not even once had he been grossed out. This morning however had been entirely different. Sam had been throwing up in the bathroom for about 20 minutes. Danny decided to get her some water and her comfiest set of pajamas. She was not going to work today.
"Danny, I'm fine. I can't just call in sick every time I get morning sickness. I'm just going to have to keep a trash can near me at all times."
"Buuuuut, Saaaaam."
"That voice doesn't work on me. I'm fine. Pregnancy will not slow me down. Oh by the way, you're sleeping on the couch to night. I barley got any sleep thanks to your constant worrying."
"I have to worry. Sam, I love you and our child."
"I know Danny, but I've always been a strong independent woman. I'm going to work. You should get ready too. We have to tell everybody tonight."
"Can't we just send cards to everyone?"
"Did your sister just send cards to everyone when she was pregnant with T.J?"
"No, but Tucker did hide behind her until like two weeks later."
"That's because your first words when you woke up from fainting were 'I'm going to kill you Tucker.' It took twenty minutes for you to remember that they were married."
"They had only been married for three years!"
"We've only been married too. Thanks for the water, but go get ready.
(I'm skipping to that night because work is boring.)
"Danny, Your parents are here!"
"Thanks. Mom and Dad, sit down with everybody else in the living room."
The Fenton parents entered the living room. Sure enough everyone was either on the couch or the floor. T.j. lay asleep in is mother's arm as Tucker put his arm around Jazz. The Mansons sat on the couch. Danny entered with four fold-able chairs.
"Sorry, we are use to this much company at one time."
"Dude, you can fight ghost, but you can't find a comfy chair. That's messed up," explained Tucker.
"Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Just sit. We have something very important to announce." By this time Sam was standing next to Danny. She knew Danny was going to take as long as he could to announce this to avoid the wrath of Sam's father.
"Well. You see. Umm."
"Sam's pregnant, isn't she?" ask a not-so oblivious Jazz.
"Don't be silly Jazz. Danny and Samantha""Sam!" "have only been married for two years. They are much too young to have a baby."
"Actually Mom, I am pregnant. Dad please don't kill Danny"
Mr. and Mrs. Manson just simply walked out the door murmuring words that sounded like 'irresponsible' and 'too young.' Jazz and Mrs. Fenton were busy trying to hug Sam. She wasn't much into that. The boys were being boys talking about Danny having his own son. They didn't even know the gender of the baby. This was going to be a long nine months.
