A/N: I'm reaaaaaally sorry, guys! School's been brutal lately, but here's a new chapter!

Chapter 10

(Sam's POV)

Today's the day. The day I go for my first gynecologist appointment to check the progress of my baby. Carly's taking me, of course, since Freddifer still hasn't spoken to me since I first told him I was knocked up.

"Are you ready, Sam?" Carly asked me as I sat down in the passenger seat of her metallic blue 2013 Nissan Sentra.

"As ready as I'll ever be," I sighed pathetically.

After a silent car ride to the Seattle Obstetrics & Gynecology Group building, Carly pulled into a parking space by the entrance and gave me a sympathetic look.

"Sam, it's okay. I know you're scared. I'm scared too," she comforted.

"Yeah, but you're not the one with a human being growing inside of you," I mumbled.

Carly sighed. "I know Freddie's been acting like a dick lately, but he's an 18-year-old guy. He's not ready to be a parent anymore than you are, Sam. Just…try to think of it from his perspective."

"His perspective," I roared, "I'm the one who has to fucking give birth in less than eight months to his stupid ass baby! He doesn't give a shit about me, so why should I care about him?!"

"Sam, calm down," Carly commanded.

"Whatever, I don't feel like talking about this anymore. Let's just go inside and get this shit over with," I replied, stepping out of the car and slamming the car door forcefully.

When we got inside of the gynecologist's office, it was packed with pregnant ladies and their husbands/boyfriends. There were a few women there by themselves too and a few with what seemed to be their female partners. But, when I walked in, I saw them all look at me with judgmental glares…I was a stereotypical pregnant teenager. A few weeks ago, my pregnancy was not quite noticeable yet. But, now I was about seven weeks along and I was definitely starting to show. I walked with my head hung low in humiliation to the receptionist's desk and said, "Hi, I'm here for an appointment with Dr. Harper."

The receptionist, a twenty-something blonde with cherry red lips and super-fake white teeth peered up at me from her desk. "What's your name, miss?"

"Samantha Puckett," I replied.

"And how old are you?" She inquired.

"17," I muttered, ashamed.

She handed me a huge clipboard and instructed me to fill out all eight forms before I could see Dr. Harper.

"Is there anywhere to sit in this place?" I looked at Carly questioningly.

"Over there," Carly replied, pointing to two seats jammed into the corner by a table full of magazines, next to a young lesbian couple.

Carly and I sat down on either side of the magazine table and I began to fill out the mountain of papers I had gotten. Then, one of the lesbian women spoke to me.

"You sure do look awfully young to be here," she commented.

"Yeah," I agreed dryly.

"Is this your first kid?" She asked me.

"Nah, I got twelve more at home," I quipped.

The woman turned to her pregnant partner and whispered, "I like her," gesturing towards me.

"She's witty," the pregnant one agreed.

"I'm Jill," the first chick said to me.

"Sam," I replied.

Jill turned to Carly. "And you are?"

"Carly," Carly answered.

"So, how long have you two been together?" Jill asked Carly and I.

In unison, Carly and I looked over at each other, utterly mortified.

"Um…we're not…..together," I stuttered, embarrassed, "Carly's my best friend who's here for moral support, but she's not my….lover."

"We're not lesbians," Carly explained, "but we are totally okay with lesbians, you know, they're great."

Jill and her pregnant partner exchanged confused glances. An awkward silence filled the air.

"So, then, where's your baby daddy?" Jill asked me.

"Um…he's not been very supportive since I told him I was pregnant," I replied.

Jill rolled her eyes. "Typical male."

"Who's your baby's father?" Carly asked Jill stupidly.

Jill shrugged, "I don't remember his name. Lia, do you?"

Jill's pregnant partner shook her head. "I don't know, Jimmy something. There were so many guys in that book of sperm donors. All I know is he was blonde with green eyes, 27, and had no predispositions to genetic diseases."

"How long have you and Jill been together?" I asked Lia, the pregnant one, who looked about 25 with long, thick, dark brown hair, pretty green eyes, and long eyelashes.

Lia smiled. "Nine years. We met in our freshman year of high school and started dating in junior year. We've been together ever since."

"Aw," Carly smiled, "that's sweet."

Lia put a hand on her belly. "This is our first child together. It's a girl; we're going to name her Abigail Leigh. She's due in July."

Just then, a nurse came to the door of the waiting room, holding a clipboard.

"Lia Martinez?" The nurse called.

"Oh, that's us," Jill said excitedly, jumping up from her seat.

Lia grabbed both armrests of the chair and steadily rose from her seat, making a grunting sound as she stood.

"I can't believe I have three more months to get bigger than this," Lia complained to Jill, "I feel like a bloated baby whale."

Jill chuckled, "I know, baby. This must suck for you."

Lia turned to us and said, "Nice meeting you two! Good luck with your baby, Sam!"

After Lia and Jill followed the nurse inside, the door slammed shut.

"Oh my God," I whispered, "Lia's only six months pregnant and she's that huge already?! How big am I gonna get?"

"Aw, Sam, don't worry," Carly comforted, "every woman looks different when they're pregnant. You're a really small girl; you'll probably only gain 20 pounds through the entire pregnancy."

"20 pounds?" I exclaimed, "but I only weigh 107 at the most! That's a big weight gain for me! I'll look ridiculous!"

"Sam, you're overreacting," Carly complained, "you're pregnant. You have a major excuse for gaining weight."

"Whatever you say," I mumbled angrily.

About 20 minutes later, the nurse finally called my name.

"Damn, it's about time," I groaned.

"You're going to be in Room 6," the nurse told me, gesturing towards an empty room to our left.

She took my blood pressure, which was normal, then handed me a paper gown. "Take off everything except your socks. Dr. Harper will be in with you shortly."

"Thanks," I mumbled.

I looked at Carly, embarrassed. "Um, Carls? Could you kind of, turn away for a sec? I'm about to start stripping over here."

Carly giggled. "Sam, I've seen you naked before. There's nothing to be embarrassed about."

I rolled my eyes. "God, Carly. And you wonder why people mistake us for lesbians."

After I undressed and put on the hideous paper gown, I heard a loud double-knock at the door and the doctor walked in. He was a tall, tan guy in his mid-50's who had wispy brown hair and a cheery smile on his face.

"Hello, Sam, I'm Dr. Harper," he introduced himself.

"Yeah, yeah, let's just get this over with, Doc," I grumbled.

"Well, it seems like someone's eager," Dr. Harper, chuckled, washing his hands at the sink, "alrighty, then. Let's get started. Can you lie down on your back and open up your legs wide for me?"

"That's how I got in this situation in the first place!" I groaned.

After the doc assured me that everything was fine in the nether regions of the woman department, he wanted to examine my belly.

"Can we hear the baby's heartbeat or something?" I asked.

"No, no, that's not until the 3-month follow-up appointment. You're not far along enough yet for an ultrasound."

I reluctantly untied my paper gown in the front to expose my stomach. He put some pressure on my lower stomach with his hands asking me if it hurt anywhere.

"No," I replied, "but I get bad cramps sometimes. Will they get worse as the pregnancy goes on?"

"It's hard to say now since you're only at seven weeks." The doc replied.

"Dammit." I muttered.

This teen pregnancy shit would be harder than I thought.