-Sam-
"Freddie stop pacing and sit down" we are currently sitting in an ultrasound room 1 waiting for a technician.
"I can't help it we are going to see our baby for the first time" Freddie said almost bouncing.
The door opened and a woman maybe in her 50's came in.
"hello, my name is Beatrice"
"Sam"
She asks me to lift up my shirt just below my breast and squirts some sort of gel on my tummy. Then picks up a wand looking object rubs it over my belly.
"congratulation you are having twins"
TWINS?
"twins?" Freddie says out loud.
"yes there are two heartbeats and you see those large jellybean shapes?"
"yes"
"they are your babies. You seem to be 16 weeks pregnant"
"thank you"
We get into Freddie's silver Audi A4 and I am starting to worry as Freddie hasn't said anything since the word 'twins' came out of his mouth.
-Freddie-
"Freddie, baby are you ok?"
"um"
"baby?" Sam starts to tear up.
"what's the matter Sammy?"
"do you not want them?" what the fuck!
"where are you getting this from? of Couse I want them"
"you have just been so quiet since we found out"
"I'm think we have to buy double of everything and we have to officially tell my mother and tell your mother and"
"baby slow down" she smiled "we will invite them over tonight and tell them"
Sam picks up her phone and dials her mother's number. I'm very glad they were getting along. Sam seems a lot happier now.
-()-
"hi mom"
"hi Sammy"
"i want you to come and have dinner at my apartment tonight. Freddie and I want to tell you something."
"sure girly"
"you can bring Marty if you want" (Marty is Sam step dad. He is the only one Sam has ever liked and who is kind)
"see you then"
"bye"
-()-
Later that day I watch as Sam moves around the kitchen with ease and grace. She has made fajitas and what she calls a chocolate sin cake. A mix between chocolate and vanilla sponge with cream and jam coated in dark, milk and white chocolate. She puts the leftover topping in the fridge and winks at me. oh plans for tonight. Pam and Marty show up first and Pam noticed her daughters growing stomach but didn't say anything. Next was my mother who was in a foul mood. We all sat down and ate.
"well Sammy that was fantastic" Pam said sitting back in her seat after eating the cake. "I'm so proud of you"
"thanks Mom"
"proud ha" my mother snorts out. "you're proud of your child who is knocked up and taking away my son's future"
"I would be proud of her whatever she has done and Marissa it takes two to tango. I know your son finds it hard to keep his hands off of my daughter as he is currently resting his hand on her thigh"
"how" I stammer out
"well either your hand is on her thigh or something else" she says winking at me.
""the thigh" I reassure "we asked you for dinner because we had an appointment today. We are having twins"
"you have got to be kidding me. how do you even know that they are yours?"
"mother shut the fuck up you have known right to accuse Sam of anything. I know they are mine because I trust Sam. I am moving out and until you apologise to Sam I down want to see you again. get out"
"Freddie"
"I said get out. I will get my stuff when you are at work."
"where will you go?"
"it's not your problem now get out"
My mother grabs her things and storms out.
"Marty and I will help you Freddie" Pam says "good night"
With that Pam and Marty leave as well. Sam is loading the dish washer as I go and hug her from behind and kiss her neck.
"you can stay with me you know. I want you to live with me and well um" Sam turned in my arms.
-Sam-
I can believe how he stood up to his mom like that it must be one of the sexiest things I have ever seen Freddie do. I'm squirming and I just want to jump him. He puts his arms around we and I think I'm going to explode.
"you can stay with me you know. I want you to live with me and well um" i turned in his arms and I don't know what I just snapped and began kissing him.
I quickly strip him as he strips me and we end up making love on the counter. When I wake I am in my bed with Freddie spooning me. I move my hand to my stomach. I can't believe I am going to be a mom.
