What she did was completely unexpected. She got off the counter top and hugged me. Then she patted my stomach and said hello, little baby. I just giggled.

She hugged me again, not too tight, I guess because she was afraid of hurting the baby. I don't think she would hurt it either way, but whatever.

"When? How?" she asked.

"Well, you know the how. And, as for the when, I don't know," I said. "Ever since Thanksgiving we do It, like, once a week. So I have no exact way of knowing."

She just frowned. "And you're on pill? Because if you and him were both using some sort of protection, I don't see how this could've happened."

I looked away. "Well..."

"Sam, you were on pill, weren't you?" she asked in a stern voice.

"I stopped taking it a while ago..." my voice trailed off.

"SAM!" she screamed.

"I'm sorry. This is hard enough as it is. Please don't make me feel worse." I mumbled.

She just stood there for a second, probably thinking things over.

"When do you plan on telling David?" she asked, finally.

"I don't know HOW to tell him. I'm not worrying much about the WHEN. He'll find out wether I tell him or not."

"Sam, you're gonna have to tell him. Now, you're not considering abortion. Are you?" she asked in a panicky voice. Lucy is so against abortion, that if I aborted this baby, she'd never speak to me again.

"No. I don't think I can even pull through with an abortion," I said.

She sighed in relief. "Thank you, Jesus! Now, we can't tell Mom and Dad so soon. And especially not the First couple."

"I don't know..."

"Sam, you don't even begin to realize what this means. The president can get in some serious media trouble for this. And Adams Prep won't be too happy. I'm not even sure they allow pregnant students."

I started sulking.

"The president freaked out at the idea of you two having sex, remember? He is going to flip out over this. I'm talking going CRAZY. Probably force you to get an abortion. That's why I think you should only break it to the folks once you complete four months. Everyone knows it's almost impossible to get an abortion after that."

The thought of hiding this didn't really please me. I started crying all over again.

"How am I going to hide my belly once I start showing?" I asked between sobs.

"We'll figure something out," Lucy said plainly.

"Lucy, I'm scared."

She hugged me. "So am I, Sammy. So am I."

David came over later in the day. It was six o'clock, and Theresa was out for the day, Lucy was with Harold and Rebecca at the movies, and both of my parents were out of town. We had the house to ourselves.

The doorbell rang.

"Hey, beautiful," David flirted and came in and kissed me. Oh, I wish things weren't so complicated so I could truly enjoy this.

"Hey," I said back, sounding neutral.

"How's my Sharona?" David joked.

"She's been missing her Daryl," I said back, and kissed him.

"Now that's what I wanted to hear," David said. "Okay, so our choices for the evening are either Lady and the Tramp or Black Beauty."

I laughed. "You have got to be kidding me!"

"Nope. I'm feeling like a kid again," he said. He grinned that smile that made him look so sexy.

I hugged him and whispered in his ear, "Lady and the Tramp."

David wouldn't last two minutes watching that movie. Always when we watched movies he would start kissing me, and next thing you know we've had sex.

We went up to my room and David put in the disc in the DVD player and lay down next to me on my bed. The movie started, that same opening, and next thing I know, David's kissing my neck.

This isn't right, this isn't right. He needs to know.

I'm was too afraid to tell him, so I let him continue. We started kissing and David moved him hand up my shirt trying to unhook my bra.

This isn't right. He needs to know.

My conscience began driving me crazy. I stopped kissing and said, "STOP!"

David's hand came right out of my shirt. I began crying. David just looked confused. His expression was the same as if he'd been saying what?

"What's wrong?" he asked, trying to sound sensitive.

"David..." I said. "I have something to tell you."

"What?"

"I'm..."

I couldn't get the words out.

"Sam, are you alright?" he asked, sounding concerned.

"I'm... preg...I'm preg...I'm pregnant," I said softly, wrestling the words out.

"What?" he asked, alarmed.

I closed my eyes and said in a louder, sturdier voice, "I'm...pregnant."

He didn't say anything. He stood up and walked out of the room. I didn't know what to do. Where's he going? This is not the reaction I'd been expecting...

I began crying again. Well, this isn't what he was expecting to hear...

He came back five minutes later.

"Are you sure?" he asked in a serious voice.

I nodded.

"How long? How long have you known?"

"I found out today. At Planned Parenthood." I said, drying my eyes. It was useless, though, because tears came right back up.

"Who else knows?" he asked.

"Only Lucy," I replied.

"Sam, what are we going to do?" he sat down and put his hand on my thigh.

"I don't know," I whimpered.

"Look, we'll get through this," he said. He looked much calmer than he was, though. I knew he was freaking out too.

"David... what if we don't?" I asked.

"We'll try. And, just so you know, I'm here for you, with you, 100. We'll find a way to get through this, okay?"

Just the words I'd been hoping for.

I laughed a relieved laughter and took his hand. He kissed me lightly on my lips.

"I love you," he whispered in my ear.