So here's chapter two. I now need to start working my ass of with the fifth chapter because I have no idea what's gonna happen.
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Chapter 2

"I'm serious! That guy who turned up at the wedding the day before the real wedding he wanted to go to was Martin!"

"OH MY GOD!" Samantha shrieked then started laughing uncontrollably as she flipped through Addison and Derek's wedding album. She had been there as one of the bridesmaids and she specifically remembered that one of Derek's sister was gushing over a blue eyed brown hair wonder that had graced the wedding in his tux and hot body. A blue eyed, brown hair wonder that had gone to the right church on the wrong day. She flipped the page again giggling as she recognize the man that was in the pictures. That was definitely Martin Fitzgerald. A lot younger, but still a hot piece of ass.

"Do you remember that morning? You were so nervous that you almost threw up on your own gown?!" Naomi reminded her with a chuckled. Addison shook her head burying it on the light throw blanket that she had thrown on herself.

"And you were so scared that you also thought that you would puke all over Derek!" Samantha added to the story remembering that day very clearly.

The flipped to more of the pages until they reached the end of the album. There were no more to go over. Surprising since Samantha could swear she had double the albums that Addison had at the moment, but she wasn't gonna say anything. Addison was still trying to adjust there. After a year in Seattle and then a sudden move down to California, Samantha's understood.

"So, what brings you here, Spam? You never really told us," Addison started as she tucked away the long forgotten pictures of the wedding that seemed to be perfect. She knew she was at some kind of fault for her divorce with Derek but he was equally to blame and it wasn't because of Meredith Grey. It was because of them just loosing that spark that use to be there. Focusing her attention back to Samantha who had taken a long dip of her lemonade, she smiled and opened her ears knowing that whatever it was that Samantha came there for was something important.

"Seriously, Spam, and what was that thing about being pregnant?" Naomi grilled her stretching her legs out away from the bonfire that was in Addison's 'backyard'. They were outside lounging around in the beach – something Samantha never got to experience in New York. She was always at work in the city!

"I uh..."

"Come on Spam, it's just us here," Addison pushed on.

"What Sam said was true, I am pregnant," Samantha whispered hearing the gasps of both Addison and Naomi. Samantha had long ago vowed to not have kids and there she was showing up out of the blue pregnant. Addison couldn't help but feel jealous. Samantha has never wanted a kid, she probably wasn't even planning on getting one. She tried shaking the feeling of hating the fact that she couldn't get pregnant when she so badly wanted to. The clock was ticked – has ticked and the time was up.

"What are you --"

"Who's the --"

"I'll answer your questions one at a time," Samantha chuckled trying to lighten up the mood. She has heard through Naomi about Addison wanting to conceive and felt guilty. She hoped that she could sit down and talk to Addison about it, maybe then she would appreciate being pregnant more. Appreciate what it was that was about to happen to her.

Naomi raised her hand, and so did Addison. It was a little 'tradition' thing that they had.

"Nai?" Samantha said with a smile happy to see that some things really didn't change. An image of her living in Malibu suddenly sprung into mind. She quickly shook it off, New York was her home.

"Who's the father?" Naomi asked quickly looking up at Sam knowing that it could be one of three things. 'Oinky Balogna', 'Mr. Right, or just a plain one night stand. She hoped that it was the second. Martin Fitzgerald was like Sam -- her Sam.

"Martin. Addison?" Samantha quickly answered and turned to Addison waiting for her question knowing that Naomi had her mouth open read to asked her a million and one more questions. She'd have the chance. Samantha had a month off after all.

"What are you gonna do about it?" Addison asked softly looking at Samantha.

Samantha looked down then back up at her meeting her eye then turning to Naomi and looking at her in her eyes. She had a type of desperation in there. She placed a hand down on her slightly swollen belly. "I... I was kinda hoping that you guys could help me with that."

Tears.

Samantha was never for them. Addison remembered three times that she had seen Samantha cry. It wasn't even the time when she had visited Samantha in the hospital after getting shot. Naomi saw her cry twice. She had moved to California long before Samantha had cried in front of someone the third time.

The two immeadeatly sat with Samantha holding her. She was so lost – kind of like a little girl in an amusement park.

"We're here for you, Spammy," Addison whispered stroking her back trying to comfort her.

"We'll help you figure it all out," Naomi assured her stroking her hair.

They stayed like that for what seemed life forever until Samantha wiped away her own tears pushing her two best friends away from her picking up the last – and hidden – album that Addison had brought out to the beach with them. The first picture made her smile. Genuinely, smile.

"No wonder you were hiding this!" Samantha said wiping away her wet face with the sleeve of her hoodie. There was the picture of Addison, Samantha and Naomi when they had gone in the snow skiing. Well, it was more of them falling on their asses just laughing and throwing up some snow. "This was such a fun day. We should do it again."

"How long are you staying here?" Addison asked her with a smile on her face as she remembered that time.

"About a month, I have a month off."

"What about... Ava? In three weeks?" Naomi asked her overhearing the conversation earlier. Samantha shrugged.

"That's Martin's niece," she whispered. "In about a month I'll be that much bigger, and it'll be pretty obvious."

"You can't hide forever, Spammy."

"I know, can I just stay here for ten months? Just until I give birth to this child?" Samantha said half joking half serious, That option seemed to be a very good one. It was easy and she didn't have to answer any questions back in New York besides why she was away. She could always say that Naomi and Sam had needed her for private work or something of the sort. At least there she would have her two best girl friends.


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