A/N - super huge thanks to my beta saiken2009! - this chapter has been one of the most difficult to get out of my head...and it's thanks to her that it's finally written here lol. Hope you all enjoy it!

13 weeks: Beginning of Second Trimester

Lea and Sammy arrived at Macy's for a morning of baby shopping. The first time they had gone had been unsuccessful due to the fact that they had no idea what they were doing. Sammy had run around the store, making Lea dizzy, throwing every baby item she could find into the cart. By the end of the day they had only managed to buy one outfit and a small crib. This time they had talked to the neighbors beforehand and had a list of the things they would need once Lea brought the baby home. The rest could wait.

Lea was finally beginning to get excited about her pregnancy. She felt that she no longer just looked fat, but indeed looked pregnant. She began imagining what it would be like once the child was born. For the second time in her life, the first being her and Mike's wedding day, Lea couldn't wipe the smile off her face.

This shopping trip went much better. Lea and Sam found everything they needed without trouble and didn't pay attention to anything other than what was on the list. It took about two hours and by the time they got back to the Pad and brought all of the baby stuff in Lea was exhausted. Mike took her into their room to take a nap while he unpacked all the new stuff into the nursery area they were setting up. He knew eventually they would probably have to find a bigger space, but they could think about that later. He watched Lea sleep for a few moments before heading back to the kitchen.

Unbeknownst to Mike, Lea was lost in a rather frightening dream.

Lea woke up in a dark room. She couldn't see more than a few inches in front of her face. Though she had no idea where she was she had a feeling she needed to get out. When she went to stand up, however, she found she was chained to the wall with only enough slack to stand.

Lea placed a hand on her stomach; not knowing what to do or how to get out. She felt panic rise in her throat and fought not to cry out. She didn't want to alert anyone who might be around to the fact that she was awake. The only way to escape was to remain quiet and think of a plan. She didn't get a chance to think because a door she didn't know was there opened and a dark figure stepped into the room.

Lea couldn't make out who it was, but fear tingled up and down her spine. The figured walked closer to her and ran a finger through her hair, over her cheek and down her body to her abdomen. It stopped and palmed her small bump, but there was nothing sweet about it. The pressure on her stomach intensified and she realized the figure was pressing firmly on her stomach. She clawed out at the figure to no avail. Her stomach was beginning to hurt as if someone was squeezing her from the inside, but she refused to cry out.

Lea woke with a start. She looked around, not quite sure of where she was, and was happy to find herself in the bed she shared with Mike. Her body was coated in a thin sheen of sweat and her heart felt like it was about to jump out of her chest. She tried to calm herself; saying over and over in her mind that it was only a dream, but it nagged at her. She had a very bad feeling something was coming.

Lea debated a few minutes whether or not to tell her friends and Mike about the dream, but in the end decided against it. She didn't want them to think she was crazy because of her hormones or that she was over reacting so she decided to keep quiet. She got out of bed, changed her clothes and made sure she looked ok before heading for the door.

Lea walked out to find Micky, Sammy and Mike sitting at the table. She put on the best smile she could muster and sat down next to Mike.

"Did you sleep well, babe?" Mike asked, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Yeah, fine," Lea replied. "Where's Davy and Peter?" she asked looking around, but not seeing them. They had been in the living room when she went into the bedroom.

"They went down to the beach for a swim," Micky said with a smile. "I bet they're really going to find some chicks. Neither one's had a girlfriend in a long time. It's gotta be some kind of record for Davy."

Sammy rolled her eyes as Micky went to look out the bay window to see if he could spot Peter and Davy. There were far too many people on the beach so he gave up and sat back down.

"Anyway," Mike said as he turned back to Lea. "Go on and get ready."

"Get ready for what?" Lea asked.

"We're going out for a nice dinner, just the two of us," Mike replied.

"Oh," Lea said. "What for? It isn't either of our birthdays."

"Because I said so," Mike said with a chuckle. "Now go on and get dressed."

"Oh, ok!" Lea said with a smile. "You're such a sweetheart. I'll go pick out something nice then." With that she went back to their bedroom to change.

"I knew that would make her happy," Mike said to Micky and Sammy. "She needs to get out and enjoy life. Besides, with everything that happened… well… you just never know." He tried to hide the shiver that ran up his spine, but he wasn't so sure it worked.

"You don't have to explain it to us, Mike," Sammy said, watching him closely. "We were all there. We know how precious every moment is."

"Yeah, Mike," Micky added. "Besides, you do something nice for her maybe she does something nice for you." Micky winked and patted Mike on the back.

"Oh Mick," Mike said rolling his eyes. "Are you ever gonna grow up?"

"Not a chance," Micky said. "I was only kidding anyway. You know, trying to lighten the mood."

"Whatever you say, man," Mike replied, shaking his head and standing up. "Well ok then; I'm gonna go get ready too. We have to leave in about a half hour."

"That boy is a nervous wreck," Sammy said as Mike disappeared into the bedroom. "He's gotta lighten up or he's gonna have a shit fit when she goes into labor, you know."

"Yeah, I know," Micky replied. "Hopefully getting outta the Pad will help. Who knows, maybe he'll get better as they get closer to Lea's due date."

"I hope so," Sam said. "Something's up with the two of them though, I just can't put my finger on it."

"Hormones? Nerves? It could be anything," Micky said putting his arm over her shoulder. "I wouldn't worry about it too much, babe."

"Yeah," Sammy agreed. "I guess you're right. I just can't help but worry about them."

"I know," Micky said. "They've been through a lot. We've all been through a lot, but we can't keep tiptoeing around waiting for the other shoe to drop. We all need to live our lives."

A little while later Micky and Sammy were laying in bed; just talking and cuddling. They had the whole Pad to themselves since Davy and Peter had decided to check out a new band down at the Whisky and Mike and Lea were still out. Sammy had been pretty quiet since Mike and Lea left and Micky was determined to find out what was up.

"Alright, babe," Micky said. "Spill it. What's up with you?"

"What do you mean?" Sammy asked.

"Ever since Mike and Lea left for dinner you've been quiet," Micky stated. "You've got this far off look in your eyes like you aren't even on the same planet. Come on, what's on your mind?"

"I'm just worried about them, that's all." Sammy said. "Lea still has at least six months to go. I don't think they think they're ready yet."

"Sam, they have time," Micky said. "They'll come around. But that isn't what's bothering you; not all of it anyway. We talked about that earlier. There's something else."

"Well," Sammy started. "It's nothing. Don't worry about it."

"Don't give me that," Micky argued. "You know I worry sick about you. Don't tell me it's nothing when I know it's definitely something."

"I feel guilty saying this, but," Sammy said. "I guess I'm kind of jealous of Mike and Lea."

"Jealous?" Micky asked. "Why?"

"I guess I've just got some baby jealousy," Sammy replied.

"You mean.." Micky started.

"Yeah," Sammy said "I guess I would like to have a baby too."

Micky looked like he was choking. There were so many things he wanted to say, but he just couldn't make them come out.

"I…," Micky tried. "Umm… You see… Well… Oh fuck." He took a deep breath and tried again. "Before I say anything it's not that I don't want to have a kid with you, but I just don't think it's a good idea. At least not right now. I mean Lea's already pregnant and things are gonna be pretty cramped around here. Also, I'm sorry, but I'm just not ready to be a dad. Look at Mike, he's got all his shit together and he's still terrified. I can see it in his eyes. I'm nowhere near as ready as he is. I'm sorry…"

"Shh," Sammy said putting a finger to his lips. "I know we aren't ready, believe me. As much as I'd love to have a baby; I know now isn't the right time. Why do you think I'm still on the pill? I think it's really just wishful thinking at this point."

"I'll tell you what," Micky said with a sly gleam in his eye. He pulled her close to him. "We can practice over and over and over. Just so we know we've got it right when we are ready." He kissed down from her lips to her neck where he licked and sucked lightly at her sensitive skin.

"Micky!" Sammy cried. "Well how can I say no to such an enticing offer?"

"That's the point," Micky said continuing to kiss and lick up and down her neck. "You can't."

Sammy moaned as Micky moved to the other side of her neck and gave it the same treatment. Her neck was always her weakness and he knew just how to exploit it. He stayed there a few moments, until Sam was writhing beneath him.

Micky moved down to the swell of her chest where he brushed his hands lightly over the fabric. He traced his thumbs in circles; teasing her ever so slightly. Slowly he lowered his hands to the hem of her shirt and raised it up even slower. He tickled her bare skin with his fingertips as he peeled her shirt off completely.

Mickys moved his mouth back to Sammy's neck before continuing his lingual exploration of her lithe body. He kissed down her collarbone as his hands snaked around her body; deftly unclasping her bra. As the garment fell away he cupped her breasts in his hands and his mouth found one nipple. He licked and sucked it to a hard peak then he blew cool air over it and sent a chill up Sammy's spine. He did the same to the other nipple before moving lower; kissing down her abdomen and dipping his fingers into the waistband of her pants.

Micky then peeled Sammy's pants off slowly; as if unwrapping something precious and delicate. Once he divested her of her pants and panties he kissed his way back up her legs; paying special attention to the smooth, creamy skin of her inner thighs.

"Please, Micky," Sammy whispered. "Don't tease me."

"As you wish, babe," Micky replied before running his tongue up her slick opening. He was thorough and tender in his ministrations; making Sammy squirm beneath him. He varied his technique between licking and sucking around her and thrusting his tongue inside her. He held her hips to keep her from squirming and continued to drive her crazy. It wasn't long before her heard her sharp gasps of pleasure that let him know she was teetering on the edge. He quickened his pace and she wove her fingers into his soft curl as she cried out her release.

Micky waited for her body to stop quivering before moving back up to lay beside Sammy. She kissed him, running her tongue along his bottom lip; seeking entry. She moved to straddle him; aiming to continue their activity, but Micky stopped her.

"Wait," Micky said.

"What is it?" Sammy asked.

"Well," Micky started. "We've been together awhile now. And umm… I've gone down on you quite a few times and I was just wondering if maybe you'd like to repay the favor?"

"Oh," Sammy replied looking down at her hands. "I would love to do that for you, Micky. I really would, but… I can't."

"If you don't want to it's ok," Micky said. "It's no big deal. I was just wondering."

"No," Sammy said. "That's not it. I just… can't…"

"What do you mean you can't?" Micky asked. "Sammy, look at me." He lifted her head to face him and noticed tears in her eyes. "What is it?"

"Well," she started. "It's not a pretty story. Are you sure you wanna know?"

"Babe," Micky replied. "Something is making you so upset you're practically crying. Of course I wanna know."

"It was about 5 years ago," Sammy started. "I went on a blind date with this guy who seemed nice enough. We went out to dinner and danced and had a great time. But…" She paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. "When it was time to go home he veered off into the woods. He pulled me out of the car and forced me to my knees and… well I'm sure you can figure out the rest. I just haven't been able to do that since. It brings up bad memories."

"I'm so sorry," Micky said, pulling Sammy tight against him. He kissed her forehead over and over. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I didn't mean to bring up something so painful."

"No, it's ok," Sammy said, kissing his lips sweetly. "I'm ok now. I'm working on it, though. I really want to make you happy, but I just can't do that right now."

"It's ok, Sam," Micky said. "You don't have to do anything you don't feel comfortable doing."

"One day," Sammy replied. "I'll be able to one day."

"Ok," Micky whispered. "We don't have to do anything else tonight if you..."

"No," Sammy interrupted. "I want to. I want you."

"Are you sure?" Micky asked.

"I'm sure," Sammy said with a smile. She began kissing down his neck to make her point; unbuttoning his shirt as she went.

Micky moaned under her delicate touch. Sammy ran her hands along the hard lines of his chest; feeling every muscle contract under the constant attention. She moved her hands lower, still kissing his neck, to unbutton his pants and pull them down around his ankles.

Once he kicked off his pants and boxers, Micky laid Sammy down gently underneath him. She reached her hand down to stroke him once more. Once fully hard again he teased her slick entrance; rubbing against the warm wetness he found there.

"Are you ready?" Micky asked barely able to hold himself back.

"Yes," Sammy replied. "Please."

That was all Micky needed to be sure and he gently pushed himself inside her in one gentle, but firm movement. He rocked slowly against her; wanting her to enjoy the feeling of him filling her so deeply.

Micky set a relaxed pace; making sure Sammy was enjoying every thrust just as much as he was. Her nails scratching down his back and the soft moans muffled against his ear let him know just how much she was enjoying it.

Micky quickened his pace, just a little bit, varying between short shallow thrusts and deeper, more drawn out ones. He was working Sammy into a frenzy. He could tell by the change in her breathing, sudden sharp gasps for air, that she was close. When he felt his own climax rising he decided to send her over the edge completely.

Sam pulled Micky down to her, so she could feel his naked chest against hers, just as Micky adjusted his angle so that he would rub along her sweet spot with every push. She cried out and held on, drawing out the moment, until her climax crashed into her. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her body as her muscles contracted around Micky. She dug her fingernails into his back as she cried out his name. Once he knew she was fully satisfied he let himself go; spilling his very essence inside her.

Sammy clung to him in the afterglow; just wanting to enjoy a few more moments of bliss before sleep set in. She listened to the beat of his heart as it slowed and finally his breathing returned to normal.

"I love you, Sam," Micky whispered, kissing her forehead lightly as he brushed the stray hair out of her face. He left his hand on her cheek; admiring the features of her face, flushed with the exertions of their lovemaking.

"I love you too, Mick," Sammy said lifting her head to kiss his lips. "Always."