A/N: Hey guys. Sorry about the delay again! I was out of town for a school event and I had no internet, so I was unable to update :(. Anyway, I hope you guys are still following this story and still like it! Again, sorry for the wait!

"Defense, please present your case."

"Your Honor," Sam's lawyer answered, "may we take a five minute recess?"

"Granted," the judge replied. He looked at his watch. "The trial will resume at 12:05 pm." He banged the gavel before rising from his chair with the rest of the court following suit. Sam ran over to the defense table to meet quickly with her lawyer.

"You alright?" he mumbled. Sam nodded, though she knew she wasn't entirely alright. "You remember what to do, right?" Sam nodded again.

"I'll be fine," she answered; she wasn't sure if she was trying to convince her lawyer or herself. Regardless, her lawyer nodded.

"I know you will," he answered. "Remember, we already practiced what I'm going to ask you. Just stick to your answers and we'll be fine."

"Promise?" Sam asked weakly. Her lawyer nodded. Sam noted that refused to look her in the eye.

-7 months ago-

Sam leaned her hot face against the cool porcelain of her dorm room toilet. She took a deep breath, trying to recover from her most recent round of vomiting. She closed her eyes, willing the churning in her stomach to subside. When her stomach finally relaxed, she took a chance at standing up. The room seemed to wobble for a second before Sam finally regained her balance. She made her way over to the sink, quickly washing her mouth out and gargling her mouthwash. When she finally emerged from the bathroom, Emily gave her a once-over.

"Sick again?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. Sam nodded.

"I think I have the flu," she said weakly.

"You've been throwing up every few mornings for the past couple weeks. That sounds like a very strange flu pattern to me."

"What are you, a doctor?"

"I get sick a lot, Sam."

"Whatever."

Emily sighed. "When was the last time you and Dustin hooked up?"

Sam furrowed her brow. "What are you talking about?"

"You and Dustin have sex…right?"

Sam's eyes widened for a second, then immediately narrowed. "I'm not pregnant, if that's what you're thinking."

"So you and Dustin don't have sex?"

"No, we don't," Sam answered, annoyance flooding her voice. Why was her sex life any of Emily's business anyway? It's not like they were exactly best friends. Emily shrugged.

"Alright, Sam…but I know the signs of pregnancy when I see them."

"Oh really? What makes you such an expert?" Sam sneered. Emily shook her head, turning away from Sam to face her computer screen. Sam thought she wasn't going to answer until she finally heard Emily's voice.

"Just trust me."

"Trust you? Are you serious? You're over there assuming things that you have no clue about! You don't know me, so quit acting like you do! And quit acting like you're an expert on pregnancy. Just because you can't keep your legs closed and may have been knocked up once or twice by some random dude does not make you an expert!"

"You're right, it doesn't make me an expert," Emily replied coolly, her voice unusually calm. "But just so you know, I didn't get pregnant from 'some random dude' like you may think."

"That doesn't exactly make it OK," Sam mumbled. Her voice was significantly softer, but she refused to give up the argument. Emily let out a short, sarcastic laugh. She still was not looking at Sam.

"You're right, it doesn't make it ok," she spat, "especially since it wasn't my choice." Sam stood speechless, gaping at the back of Emily's head. Emily was typing silently at her computer.

"Emily?" Sam finally asked, her voice unusually small.

"I'm busy," Emily grumbled. Sam nodded, though she knew Emily couldn't see it. She turned and walked to the door, hoping to get some time away to think. When she reached the door, she paused briefly and turned to look over her shoulder. Emily had stopped typing.

"I'm sorry," Sam said. Both the girls knew she wasn't just talking about their fight.


-1 new text message-

From: Sam Puckett

I got sick again today. I'm not really sure what's wrong with me.

Reply:

-Text message-

To: Sam Puckett

How often has this been happening?

-1 new text message-

From: Sam Puckett

A couple weeks now.

Reply:

-Text message-

To: Sam Puckett

When was your last period?

-1 new text message-

From: Sam Puckett

December. Right before we broke up. It's March now.

Reply:

-Text message-

To: Sam Puckett

You really should test yourself. I don't see how it could be anything else.

There was no reply. He was worried, but he knew better than to pester her. She would tell him if something was wrong, and he hoped she knew that he would be there for her, regardless of how the situation played out. He was at his desk, studying for a few of his finals before his phone finally vibrated again.

-1 new text message-

From: Sam Puckett

He was afraid to open it. He closed his eyes and pressed the open button with shaky fingers. Inside were two words that made his breath catch in his throat and his entire body go numb:

It's positive.