Mama's Secret Chapter 8
Author's Note: Another chapter. I'm not really sure where the story is going now so I guess we'll all find out eventually. I'm thinking I'll try and write a Christmas themed chapter next before Christmas. Feel free to let me know what you think and if there is a direction you want to see the story go. And as always thank you to those of you who read, review, favourite and follow. You are the reason I keep writing chapters.
Freddie had been pacing a hole in the floor since his mother had left for work that morning. He knew she'd most likely get the DNA test results back today, and although he was certain he was Dylan's father he was anxious to have it confirmed and nervous about how Sam would take the news.
Sam glared at him from the couch where she was holding Dylan. "Must you pace, it's upsetting Dylan." Freddie looked pointedly at the sleeping boy. "Upsetting Dylan or his mother?" Sam huffed in response. Just then Freddie's phone chimed, causing both of them to jump. Freddie reached for his phone apprehensively while Sam's shoulder's stiffened. Sure enough it was his mother, the test results had come back saying Freddie was Dylan's biological father.
Freddie and Sam stared at each other silently. "Say something." Freddie snapped, breaking the silence. Sam glared at him. "I'm still processing." She snapped back. Freddie ran a frustrated hand through his hair. "You knew this would happen Sam." He pointed out. "You've known for a long time I was Dylan's father. You just didn't want to admit it. Why?" Sam looked down at her hands. "I didn't want to mess your life up. You'd managed to get into a really good program and had a great future ahead of you. I didn't want to be what screwed that up for you." Freddie shook his head. "You haven't, I'll still be able to get the job I want whether I go to MIT or a university here in Seattle." Sam looked at him sternly. "You are going back to MIT. You are going to graduate from MIT." "What if I don't want to?" Freddie fired back. "You do." Sam replied. "You want to go back, but you're determined to do the noble thing and be here for me and Dylan." Freddie shrugged in agreement. "What if you came back with me?" He asked suddenly. "What about culinary school?" Sam pointed out. "You could transfer to a different school." Freddie agued. "And who will look after Dylan while we're both studying? And how will we get the money to live." "We'll get jobs and a babysitter." Freddie suggested. "We'll have no money left after we've paid the babysitter." Sam argued. Marissa conveniently arrived home at this point. "I'll move as well and I can babysit Dylan during the day and probably get a part time night shift job at the hospital." She said, seeing an opportunity to get to have both her son and her grandson nearby. Freddie immediately started to protest to his mother's presence in Massachusetts, but Sam looked defeated. "It may be the only way."
But Marissa wasn't done. "And what about you two?" She asked gesturing between them. "We haven't discussed it yet." Freddie answered wearily. Marissa nodded sharply. No time like the present then." And grabbing Dylan she shooed them both out the room. They ended up on the fire escape. "Where it all began." Freddie said softly. Sam found herself smiling. Freddie decided to start, he needed to air his feelings before Sam said something to stop him. "Look Sam." He ran a hand through his hair awkwardly. "If things had been different after that party, I would have asked you out. I liked you and I still do. I want to be Dylan's dad and your partner, and I know you won't want that, but I hope someday soon you will." Sam nodded slowly. "Well it can't hurt to give it a try I guess." Freddie rolled his eyes. "You guess." Sam gave him a cheeky grin in return.
Sam relayed the conversation to her mother that evening. "You could have asked me to come with you." She said, offended. Sam looked surprised. "You've already done so much for me; don't you want your old life back." Pam shrugged. "Sometimes. But I love my grandson more." Sam smiled. "Well we'll visit so much you will be glad to get rid of us." Mother and daughter sat in silence contemplating for a moment, then Sam groaned as a thought occurred to her. "I've got to tell Carly." Pam laughed lightly. "Good luck."
The next morning Sam and Freddie stood at Carly's door after dropping their son off across the hallway with his grandmother. "Ready?" Sam asked Freddie who was looking a tad green. "No. You?" Sam rolled her eyes. "Of course not." She said as she pushed open the door.
The silence was deafening. They had told Carly, (and Spencer as well since he'd be home) and now the siblings were looking at the gobsmacked. "Your parents." Spencer finally managed to say. Carly looked angry. "And you" she pointed at Sam angrily "never once told me that you were pregnant." A tear ran down her cheek. "I thought we were best friends." "We are." Sam said confused. Carly's face turned red. "Then why the hell did you want to keep a major part of your life from me?" She yelled. "Sam looked down at her shoes. "I didn't want you to ditch your study and come home. You guys deserved to be there." "Oh Sam." Carly said as she understood everything Sam wasn't saying and just like that Sam was forgiven and the two friends were hugging.
"So what about you two?" Carly asked after she let Sam go. Freddie grabbed Sam's hand in his own. "We'll give it a try and just figure it out step by step. Sam and Dylan are going to move to Massachusetts and Sam and I will take our relationship as it comes" Sam wrinkled her nose in agreement. Carly looked stunned. "I always knew you guys would get together, but I didn't think it would need a baby together to make it happen." "What do you mean you always knew?" Sam immediately demanded. Carly gave a mischievous grin. "It was obviously you two had the hots for each other." Sam groaned and buried her head in her hands while Freddie just laughed.
"It's kind of exciting to think of you guys setting up house together with a baby." Carly said as they were out shopping that afternoon. Aunty Carly as she had now dubbed herself wanted to treat her friends and their son to a shopping spree before they moved to their new home. Freddie and Sam just smiled and let her keep chattering away. "Ooooh a furniture store. You'll need some things there." Carly said and skipped in, Sam and Freddie following reluctantly behind with the 5 bags of baby clothes Carly had already accumulated. Then Carly saw the beds. "That bed over there look nice." She said. "Very cushy and lots of room for both of you." She added cheekily. Sam sighed. "Carly we've only just got together; I don't think we're going to share a bed. "Depends on what size apartment you live in." Carly pointed out. "How big is your apartment?" Sam demanded, looking at Freddie. "The one I had was one bedroom." He said looking alarmed, but Mom's looking for a 4-bedroom house for us. Sam looked relieved. She was not ready to share a bed with the boy who knocked her up. "It's only a matter of time." Carly said knowingly as she left the store.
