Sam Puckett glanced up at the clock on the wall. It had only been 2 minutes, but she was nervous as hell. After five minutes were up, and her watch beeped, she glanced down at the little white stick of evil. As she read the results, the Day replayed in her mind. The dredded Day. The Day that got her where she was now.

(FLASHBACK. 1 1/2 MO. AGO)

"Cummon, Fweddie!" Sam slurred. "I know where we can go to be alone..."

Freddie Benson smiled the best drunken smile ever seen by human eyes.

"O-TAY, Babe...Whoa. Spinny." he laughed.

The rest was all a blur, as images ran together. Sam remembers taking him back to her house and them making out. She remembered that she was the one who took off his clothes. She remembered how it felt to have him inside her, the way they didn't use a condom, and how she never wanted that night to end. But most of all, she remembers telling him "I love you" in a drunken, sexy stupor last night and she remembers him saying it back.

(END FLASHBACK)

Sam Puckett carefully overturned the white pregnancy test to reveal it's answer. One big huge NEGATIVE sign stared back at her.

She WASN'T pregnant? Huh. Well, how about that.

Sam threw the test in the trash can and went downstairs. Her mother, Pam, was sitting on the couch eating Cheese Balls, watching T.V. . Her mother looked up from the television and looked at Sam.

"So, ya knocked up, or what?" Pam asked, stuffing another cheese ball into her mouth.

"Or what." Sam said, sitting down next to her mother.

Pam sighed.

"Sam, ya gotta hurry up with this! I got pregnant with you and Mel at 15 and had ya'll by 16. You're already 16, darling. When are you and that nub going to give me a grandkid? What, don't you WANT kids?"

"Of course I want a baby! But, Mom, we've only just started dating. I mean, sure, we both did it for the first time 2 months ago, but we were drunk! Yea, we admitted our true feelings afterwards...but...a kid? Also, I'm not real sure I CAN be a mom just yet. It seems like alot of effort and me+work=no. So, maybe we'll wait to have sex again."Sam said.

Pam Puckett sighed.

"Sam, you listen, and you listen good. Nothing is as frightening or as wonderful as becoming a mother. I loved it. And I will help you with the baby so much, you won't even have to lift a finger. Talk to Freddie, Sam. He might want a baby, too. And if he doesn't...find another boy to get pregnant by. Do I make myself clear?"

Sam grimaced at her mother.

"U-uh..Y-yeah, okay. I will talk to Freddie. I guess we can do it. We can make this work..."

"Good. Because if he says no, I'll find you a boy. If all else fails, we'll go to the sperm bank." Pam said, before turning back to the T.V. Sam stood up and grabbed her coat to leave the house to go talk to Freddie. 'I wonder why Mom wants me pregnant so bad?' Sam thought as she made her way to Bushwell Plasa. 'Please God. Let him agree.' Sam thought before she knocked on his door. The door slowly opened, and there stood Freddie.

In. A. Towel. Oh. My. Chiz.

Oh. My. Chiz! Freddie was in a towel. A TOWEL! 'Holy hell!' Sam thought, mentally fanning herself. 'When'd the nub get so buff?'

"Hey Sam. What brings you by?"Freddie asked.

"What? Can't a girl visit her boyfriend?" Sam asked.

Freddie smiled. "Of course." he said leaning in to kiss her.

Sam replied eagerly, her mouth moving in perfect rhythm to his.

"Where's Crazy?" Sam asked.

"She's in Fresno, for her Aggressive Parenting meeting." Freddie replied.

Sam grinned. Perfect. Her and Freddie. Alone. She went inside, pulling at Freddie's arm. Sam pulled him into his bedroom, locking the door behind her.

"Sam, wha-" Freddie started, but Sam didn't let him finish. She captured his mouth with hers, snaking her arms around his neck. They explored each others' mouths, until Sam felt Freddie's tounge begging for entrance. Sam complied, opening her mouth to let him in. Freddie sighed as Sam trailed kisses down his neck. She knotted her fingers in his hair and pressed herself against him, pushing him backwards onto the bed. Sam pulled off their clothes, one by one, until they were both in only their undergarments.

"Sam...we can't..." Freddie moaned.

Sam stopped. "What? Don't-You..You don't love me? Don't you love me Freddie?" Sam asked, crying silently.

"Of course I do!" Freddie said.

"Then make love to me Freddie. Show me how much you love me." Sam said capturing his lips with hers. Freddie sighed.

"O-okay...just...wait." Freddie got up and made his way over to a drawer, where he pulled out a box of condoms.

"Can't ever be too careful." Freddie said, pulling out a condom. 'Oh, no...' Sam thought. 'What now? I guess I have to tell him.'

"Freddie...I want to have your baby. Put the condom away." Sam said, dropping the bomb. Freddie's eyes widened.

Freddie stared at Sam like she had grown a second head. Was she serious? From the look on her face, she was.

"But...why?" Freddie asked, sitting down next to Sam on the bed.

Sam looked down, not meeting Freddie's eyes.

"Tell me, Sam! Why, all of a sudden, do you want us to have a baby? Don't you think we're a bit young?" he asked.

Sam looked up and Freddie could see the tears starting to form. Now if Freddie knew one thing was true in the world, it was that Sam Puckett did not cry easily. Something had to be seriously wrong. Sam buried her head into Freddie's sholder and started sobbing.

"Freddie...yes we're young...but...I...just have my reasons. Can't you just say yes and accept it?" she cried.

"Not when it's my baby, Sam. Just tell me your reason, and I'll think about it, if it's a good enough reason."

Freddie conceded. Sam sniffled, and looked up, meeting Freddie's eyes with her own.

"It's my mom. She wants me to give her a grandkid, for some reason I don't know. She said if we didn't...give her one...she pick someone else for me or we'd go to the sperm bank. Freddie...I know we've just started dating...but...if I do have someone's kid, I'd want it to be yours, because I love you."

Freddie stared at nothing for awhile, thinking. What kind of mother forces her kid into this? I have to do this for her. I care too much about her. Freddie did not speak, he simply tossed the unopened condom away, climbed back on top of Sam, and captured her lips with his. Which was an answer enough for Sam. Soon, they were back to where they started.

"Sam...let's have a baby." Freddie said, pulling the covers over them both.

A/N: And there is the TRUE chapter 1! I got my hands on a computer for a minute, and was able to put them together. What'cha think?