Chapter7

Sam sighed and pulled the covers over her face. Too early for Sam to wake up.

Freddie flipped the light on by the door and laughed when Sam screamed. She gritted her teeth and threw a pillow that missed him by a lot.

He walked over to her and sat down on the bed beside Sam. He lifted her into his arms and kissed her. He wanted to make her feel better but he didn't know how. It was Sam Puckett. It was impossible to know what Sam wanted.

Sam moved a little on his lap until she was comfortable and rested her head on his shoulder

"Still feeling sick?" He asked, looking down at her.

"It was just morning sickness, Freddie. I'm fine now." Sam said, not making a big deal out of it. She told Freddie. He was, surprisingly, okay with it. At least it was his, and she knew that. That made her feel so much better.

"Are you hungry?"

Sam laughed. "Seriously? You have to ask?"

Freddie smiled down at her before kissing her once more. Sam got to her feet and took Freddie's hand.

"Let's go, Fred-o."

He rolled his eyes at the weird nickname but followed her anyway. "What do you want?"

"Cereal's fine."

He walked back to her and sat on the top of the table beside her. Sam's hair was knotted in certain places and was very wild today, not an unusual thing though. Freddie was used to it.

Every since Sam became pregnant, she stayed at Freddie's on the weekends. Freddie's mom went nuts when she found out that Sam stayed in Freddie's bed but did nothing to stop her. What could she do anymore?

Of course, no mother knew that Sam was pregnant. Except... well... Spencer, which wasn't even a mother. Sam didn't know how to tell her mom. Would her mom still love her? It was a mistake she never wanted to make. But she did and she wanted to treat her baby right. Would her mom hate her for trying?

Sam didn't realize she was crying until Freddie pulled up a chair and pulled Sam into his arms. She looked up at Freddie and wiped her cheek.

"Sam?" He asked softly.

She wrapped her arms around Freddie tightly and kissed his neck softly. "Freddie... I want..."

"Mm?" He asked, stroking her hair.

"I-I want..."

"What?" He asked, too stupid to know that Sam only wanted him.

She moaned against his shoulder. "Don't..."

"Sam." He said softly, stroking her back. "What is it?"

Sam shook her head and pulled back, disappointed. She wanted him. She only wanted Freddie. She wasn't going to get him. Not any time soon. She knew that. But was she willing to be so selfish and go against his back for what she wanted?


Sam walked from her bedroom, scuffling her slippers on the floor as she walked to the kitchen. Nothing in the fridge. And she was starving.

She sighed, grumbling to herself, and opened the bottom of an empty milk carton in search for money. None there either.

What was happening to the money? And why wasn't there any food?

Sam, starting to feel irritated with her mother, walked into the living room where her mother was. Her mother was laying on her back on the couch, a wet cloth covering her entire face.

"Hey!" Sam yelled, crossing her arms over her chest. She knew it wouldn't wake her mother up easily. She'd done it plenty of times before.

Sam's mom didn't even flinch. "What do you want?"

Sam rolled her eyes at her mother's rude behavior. Honestly, Sam didn't see it surprising. Not in the least. Her mother was awful. But Sam still loved her. "Where's the money?"

"What money?" She asked, throwing her hand up in the air.

"The crap you use to go get booze. Where is it?"

Her mom shrugged. "At the liquor store? What's it matter to you?"

"I'm starving and there is nothing to eat here."

"Sure there is." Her mother said as if she didn't care. "I think there's some peanut butter in the third cupboard."

Sam rolled her eyes and search through the cabinets for anything to eat. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. "Mom, give me some damn money."

"Samantha, I told you I don't have any."

"I don't care what you told me. I know you have some. Somewhere. I'll find it if you don't give it to me."

"Since when did you get so hungry?"

"I'm always hungry around here!" Sam yelled, storming out of the room. She went straight to her mother's room and dug through everything possible. Nothing in sight. No money at all. Even her mother's cheep purse was gone.

Sam collapsed to the floor beside her mother's bed and began to cry. Her mother didn't care about her, never has cared, and now Sam wouldn't be able to care for her baby. She didn't want to turn into her mother. Not at all like her mother. If she didn't feed herself, the baby would definitely die inside her. Sam didn't want that to happen.

She pulled her phone from her pocket and dialed Freddie's number. If anything, he'd help her.