Sam felt queasy the next morning. "Maybe it was the shrimp Freddie made last night," Sam thought to herself. If it was the shrimp, it was about to come back with a vengeance. Sam ran to the bathroom just in time.

Freddie heard her heaving from the bathroom, "Sam are you ok?"

Sam wiped her mouth before she spoke, "Uh, yeah, I think I just ate some bad shrimp," She search for some mouthwash, "Where's your mouth wash?"

"It's in the cabinet over the sink."

Sam hadn't even noticed the cabinet; it just looked like at mirror. "Cool," she thought to herself. Sam rinsed her mouth. Freddie was making breakfast and from the smell of it, he was almost done. Oddly enough she wasn't hungry. She didn't feel like risking upsetting her stomach either. Sam walked into the kitchen wearing only Freddie's shirt and a pair of panties, "Do you have any ginger ale?"

"No, but I'll see if Carly had any. If not I'll run to the store," Freddie was flipping the last pancake, "Right now you should eat a little something. It might help settle your stomach too."

Sam for once in her life was not excited at the prospect of eating anything, "I don't want to."

That made Freddie worried, "Sam what's wrong?"

"I don't know," She sat down on one of the stools at the bar table in Freddie's kitchen, "I feel queasy and don't feel like eating anything."

Freddie touched her cheeks and forehead, "You don't feel like you have a fever."

Sam slumped over, laying her head on the table top.

"Go back to bed," Freddie urged, "I'll get you some ginger ale. I'll call the school on my way to the drugstore and say you're sick."

Sam was starting for the bedroom and Freddie was grabbing his keys and wallet but she stopped him.

"Freddie?" She sounded like a frightened little girl.

"What?"

"Can you pick up some pregnancy tests?"

Freddie was numb at the prospect but maybe this would but her mind at ease. And now that Sam had mentioned it. It would but his mind at ease too.

Freddie went to the drugstore still in shock. He had been dismissing the idea this whole time but Sam was right. Protection isn't always 100% effective. There was always a slight chance…

He walked down the aisle with the tests, ginger ale in hand. He stared at the boxes blankly. He had no idea which one to pick.

A sales assistant walked up, "Can I help you?"

He looked at the woman, she was older maybe fifty. He figured there wasn't any way she would recognize him from the show.

"Which, one would you recommend?" He asked embarrassed to be in this situation.

She pick up a pink box, "Use this one. It's the best brand, best value and has ten tests. You look too young to be trying to get pregnant but they're a good thing to have on hand." Freddie nodded, gave the woman a grim smile and walked away.

Freddie drove back to the apartment with his thoughts racing. He checked the time. He didn't like the idea of leaving Sam alone for the day but he had to go to school with all that's happened this week, the one week his mom is gone, he owed her that much.

"Sam, I'm back," Freddie call into the apartment with the bag with the tests in one hand and the twelve pack on ginger ale in the other. He heard Sam heaving again. Freddie rushed into the bathroom. She was curled up in a ball near the toilet, "Sam," He helped her up and led her to his bed. He handed her a small clear box with two cloth bands. He measured three fingers down on each of her wrists and fastened the bands, "If you are pregnant these might help. I think they might help anyway."

"Freddie," Sam moaned weakly, "the ginger ale?"

"Oh right!" Freddie went back into the living room to get Sam a can. Freddie handed her the can when he walked back into the room. She sipped it delicately. Freddie was kneeling at the side of the bed stroking her hair, "I'll stay home today. I can't leave you like this."

"Freddie, its ok just go," Sam was trying to be strong, putting on her façade.

"There's nothing you can say to make me leave," Freddie looked into her blue eyes. He saw fear, "I will never leave you no matter what." Freddie took Sam's hand. She closed her eyes. Soon she was snoring peacefully and Freddie went to eat his abandoned breakfast, leaving Sam to rest.