So I decided to give you guys TWO WHOLE chapters because I don't think I've updated in almost two months... But I would also LOVE double the reviews? :0) One for each chapter how about it? So I like writing this one a lot. It made a lot of ideas come forward so I don't know about much writers block from now on! Enjoy!

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SAM

"I'm pregnant..." I repeated, softly.

He stood there, gaping. Saying nothing. Doing nothing. Just staring. I had pictured the moment that I got pregnant in many ways. I always imagined him scooping my up into his arms and kissing me until I was dizzy. Or shedding a few tears and getting down on his knees to kiss my stomach where his baby was. This, was the opposite of what I pictured.

"Is... Is the baby mine?" he croaked.

'The baby.' He called the baby 'The Baby.' Not 'it.' My heart broke. "Yes..." I whispered.

He leaned against the vanity, crossing his arms. "How can you be so sure?"

I shrugged, looking up at him from my position on the bed. "The dates add up. I'm nearly five months along and Chandler and I-" I stopped myself, seeing the hurt flash across his eyes. I bit my lower lip before whispering. "The baby is yours, Freddie..."

He scoffed. "How can I trust that you weren't running around behind my back with someone?"

I sighed, feeling those damned tears creep into my eyes again. "I guess you can't huh?"

"No I can't..."

"But... You know I haven't. I have never been with anyone else..." He nodded. He knew I had never cheated on him before... Chandler. I hated that name. When I said it the first time it was like vomit coming from my mouth.

We were quiet again, until he pushed himself off the vanity and sat closer to me on the bed. His anger seemed to subside. "Sam... I know you too well to know that you didn't come back just because you're pregnant..."

I looked at him incredulously. "What are you talking about?"

"You would've stayed with, Ch- the bastard. You could've... and just raise our baby like she or he was his... Why else did you come back?"

I would have to tell him. The embarrassing truth that the old Sam was gone and needed to come back. The truth that the old Sam had been a victim of abuse. I sighed and pulled down the blanket to show him my side. He wouldn't have noticed it in the dim light of the room. He squinted his eyes and leaned down closer to see a big purple brusie that was starting to heal. I showed him my leg, and my arm, and a scar on my back. "I hate you seeing me like this!" I started crying again without knowing why.

"He did this to you..?" Freddie asked with a wavering voice.

I nodded. "Yeah... All him."

He looked up into my eyes and I saw the tears brimming there in those beautiful brown orbs. "When?"

I shrugged again. "I... I can't count how many times he did."

"Oh, Sam..." he bent down and pressed a kiss against the bruise on my side, then my arm, then my leg, all while his gentle fingers caressed the scar on my back.

"He beat me when he found out I was pregnant... He said, that I needed to take care of the... "problem" or he would do it for me..." I clossed my eyes against a new flood of tears. "I came here for all the reasons I said I did... I love you and I'm carrying your baby... But... I also came back because... the baby isn't safe..."

"Sam-" I felt Freddie pull me into his arms, my face was pressed against his chest. I missed it. The warmth of his body... He smelled like a hobo, sure, but he was still Freddie. "It's alright. You're safe with me. Always."

"Stop drinking..." I whispered quickly.

"What?"

"Stop drinking or else you won't be a good dad..." I tried to bring some humor to our situation, even though I didn't feel it.

I felt a small laugh rumble through his strong chest. "Okay, Sam... I promise." We sat in silence again, but this time it was comforting. He held me in his strong arms and let me just.. be. I felt like Sam "Take-No-Shit" Puckett again for the first time in a long time.

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Freddie

It was 10 a.m. and Sam and I had loosened up a bit. We sat on the couch, eating a homemade ice cream float for comfort while watching Girly Cow reruns for old-time's sake. We got to talking about everything. Seattle Dance Company, me losing my job and being forced by Carly and the others to move in with my mom for a while. I was all pretty normal. Just like it was before she left.

"So," she whispered with a mouth full of ice cream. "What's going to happen to the apartment?"

I sighed and put my spoon down. "I was thinking about selling it..."

Her mouth dropped. "What? Sell, this place?"

"Sam, be reasonable! Okay, you were gone and I have no job. I was going to be with my mom for sometime anyway, so why not? I would be paying for a house no one ws living in."

She nodded silently after a second. "I guess you're right..." she popped another spoonful of float into her mouth.

I smirked. "Of course I'm right..."

She shoved my shoulder not so playfully, but not before carefully taking the ice cream float out of my hands and cradeling it safely in hers. "Shut it, Fredwad."

We smiled and laughed. It wasn't exactly like old times but it was pretty close. Getting back into our old swing would take time. And as if reading my mind, Sam asked: "So where do we stand?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know... As in... Are we together?"

I sighed and gently held her by the shoulders. "Sam... I love you... And I always will, but... I say we take it slow."

"Slow?" she asked with a somewhat disgusted look. "You mean like... Turtle slow?"

"No, no..." I assured her. "More like... Cheetah with a broken leg slow."

She looked off into the distance like in a daze and seemed to snap back to reality. "Oh... sorry you said Cheetah? I thought you were about to say Cheetohs.."

"Sam, seriously..." I said, but I couldn't help the smile that broke across my face. "We were a cheetah once... But the cheetah's leg broke. So now, once the Cheetah gets bettr, it can go fast again. You get it?"

She nodded. "Yeah... I think you're right... Damnit!"

I smirked again and kissed her forhead. "If you want some Cheetohs there's some in the kitchen."

"Fredturd the mindreader..." she stood and moved towards the kitchen. "I never would have guessed!"

I had to grin at her retreating firgure. She was still my Sam. Always my Sam.

"Oh, Freddie?" She called.

"What, Sam?"

She peeked her head out from the kitchen door. "Take a bath would you?"

I rolled my eyes and stood to go to the bathroom. "Fine!"

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Carly

I went to the bank then came back. No call from Sam. I went to the apartment to pick up some clothes for dry cleaning. No call from Sam. I went to the dry cleaners, then back, then picked up the clothes and back, then to grab some breakfast, and back. Still no call from Sam. I was beginning to get slightly frustrated. I didn't want to interrupt any sort of moment they were having, but I had work soon. So I picked up the phone to call, just as a red convertable pulled up behind me. Very close behind me. I peered through my rear view mirror at the guy. Dark hair, pulled back neatly. He was looking around. Like he was looking for someone.

Thinking it was nothing, I dialed Sam's number.

Hello?

"Sam! Where are you? I have to go to work?"

Oh, Carly, it's fine. Freddie and I are... fine. More than fine.

"What did he say about the baby?" I asked excitedly.

You'll find out in good time Carly I promise... I'll be fine! Just go to work and call me when your out.

"Alright... Be good."

I don't make any promises...

I sighed. "Sam, Sam, Sam... Whatever shall we do with you?" I looked up into my mirror at the guy again. "By the way, there is this cutie in a red convertable behind me. Hmm... The husband search it-"

Red convertable? What does the guy look like?

"Uhh..." I looked back at him again. "Dark brown hair, pretty musclely-"

Carly... She sounded worry. Carly I think that's Chandler...

"What?" This time I looked completely behind me and he caught my eye.

Did he see you? Carly, he'll recognize you from a picture I showed him! Get out of there! But don't be suspicious.

My heart sped up and my palms glistened with nerves. "O-okay..." he checked my mirror one more time. "He's watching me..."

Go! Go to work and don't come back for me. He might follow you and figure out that it's you because he knows what building I lived in.

"I'm going!" I started the car and pulled slowly away, like it was any other day. But just as I started to move, the convertable moved too. "Sam he's following me!"

Take an alternate route to work and hang up the phone. Act like it's nothing. I'm going to tell Freddie.

"Alright..." I hung up and drove. Taking turns I wouldn't usually take, but he kept following. I was scared, no doubt about it. It was only after I made a red light and he lagged behind that I lost him, but I still was trembling. What were we going to do..."