(A/N): And it's here! Half of you are probably wondering why I have another Fanfiction out and the other half that's checking out my Tumblr is like, "OH SHOOT GUYS! IT'S HAPPENING! IT'S HAPPENING!" Also, sorry about the long wait everyone. I recently moved and since moving takes away the beautiful internet, I had to wait. Hopefully today my internet should turn back on, if not, I got what is called, FREE WIFI SOMEWHERE IN THE AREA. Ahem...anyway, here you all are! Hope you enjoy it! XD

"Oh my god…" I muttered to myself as I stood up from the bed. "Shit!"

I was staring down at a positive pregnancy test and I didn't know how to tell Sam the news. We never really planned to have a child early since we still had a lot of traveling we wanted to do. I kept bouncing through my head, trying to figure out when we had gotten a little carried away one night to where we took our intimacy a little too far. Was I drunk? I would have known to not go that far even if I was. When did this happen?

Suddenly, I heard someone knock on the bedroom door. I quickly shoved the pregnancy test in my back pocket and looked over in the hallway since the door was already open. Sam was against the doorway, smirking at me.

I guess he didn't see it, I thought.

"Ja?" I asked.

"Food's ready. Pasta and garlic bread." Sam answered before tilting his head. "…You alright?"

"I'm fine." I lied, smiling.

Sam stared at me for a few seconds before leaving out. "Alright. I'll make a plate for you."

Should I tell him now, I thought while slowly pulling out the pregnancy test, making sure Sam doesn't pop in on me. I clenched the test in my hand while staring out into the hallway. I couldn't move, and I couldn't speak. That night that changed our life was still hiding somewhere in my brain and I wanted it out. I couldn't stop trying and gave myself a headache. I slipped the test back into my pocket and headed for the kitchen. Sam had heard me enter in and glanced at me as he laid two slices of garlic on a plate.

"I'm glad you came in now because I didn't know how much pasta you wanted, so I had fixed my plate before yours." Sam explains as I took a seat at our island counter. "How much you want?"

"Three scoops are fine." I answered as I stared ahead at the kitchen sink.

Suddenly, I heard Sam stepping over and laid the plate on the counter before me. I glanced down at my plate and didn't even think to smell the mouth-watering heat hitting my face. Meanwhile, I felt lips hit the side of my forehead, making me turn my eyes on Sam. He was staring at me, concerned.

"I think that alright from before wasn't the truth, Nadine. 'You mind telling me what's wrong?" Sam asked as he took a seat beside me and began to eat.

I thought it was best to just throw the news in his face. I couldn't think of a way to soften the blow and I didn't want to go through the process of trying to figure out when Sam and I went too far during one romantic night; maybe even a morning…

As Sam was focused on his dinner, I pulled out the test and laid it between our plates. Sam glanced at me with a mouth filled with pasta before lowering them onto the pregnancy test. He took a moment to stare at it as if he didn't know what it was. Sam crunched his eyebrows before swallowing his food.

"What's that?" He asked as he went for another fork full of pasta.

"…It's a test," I began to explain, watching him. Sam hummed in his mouth as a response. "…that says I'm pregnant."

Sam dropped his fork on his plate while almost choking on his food. He quickly swallowed and stared back at the pregnancy test. "…Pregnant?" He repeated.

I wanted to smirk at his expression, but I knew in those coffee colored eyes of his that he was terrified. Sam looked up at me and suddenly cracked a smile, throwing me off completely. He stood up from his seat and snatched me out of mine before raising me up into the air. Then, he pulled me into an embrace.

"…You're not scared?" I asked him while gently pushing him back to give him my full eye contact.

Sam shrugs. "Well, yeah, but I'm happy to be the father of the baby." He grinned before laying his hands on my waist and kissed on my forehead.

"Well, telling you was quite easier than I thought."

"How long have you known?"

"I found out just a few minutes ago, but my extreme hunger and constant needs of the bathroom started about half a week ago. Not loving it."

Sam laughs and pulled me back into the hug. "So, uh…do you want more pasta or-ouch! Okay! I'm sorry!" He teased before grabbing hold of where I pinched him.

(A/N): Can you all figure out how many kids they will have and their gender? I'll give ya a hint: One of my photo edits on either Pinterest and/or Tumblr has half of the answer...