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Sam is 37 weeks pregnant

Chapter 20

The morning of February 12th started like every other that week, except for one thing. Sam was up before Freddie. Frankly it terrified him when he woke up and found her side of the bed empty. He ran to the kitchen where he found his very pregnant wife sitting at the counter reading the paper.
"Sam?" He asked coming up behind her, "everything okay?"
"Yeah, why?" She asked.
"Because you're-" he was cut off by a knock at the door. Freddie opened it and found a man standing there.
"Can I help you?" He asked then suddenly realizing he was wearing nothing but his boxers and Sam was only in a tank top and pajama pants.
"Can I talk to Sam?" He asked.
"Hold on," Freddie asked closing the door half way and walking back to the kitchen.
"Some guys outside and wants to see you," he said.
"Is he hot?" She asked.
"I don't know," he said. Sam grabbed her cardigan from off the couch and threw it on as she opened the door.
"Can I help-" Freddie heard her stop and leaned out of the kitchen alcove to find her standing there gaping at their visitor. He grabbed a shirt that was lying on one of the stools and shrugged it on.
"Hello Sam," the man said. "Melanie told me you were expecting but…wow…that soon, huh?"
"What are you doing here?" Sam asked her mouth becoming dry.
"Melanie found me, told me about your mom and your wedding and I'm so sorry Sam," he said.
"What's going on?" Freddie asked stepping behind Sam and placing a hand protectively around her shoulders.
"Freddie this is my dad," Sam said, her eyes never leaving Robert.
"Your what?" He asked looking back at the older man.
"You must be Freddie," he said reaching out a hand. Freddie didn't shake it.
"You have a lot of nerve coming here," Freddie said moving to stand in front of Sam.
"I know that I-"
"Abandoned your family?" Freddie asked.
"I'm sorry," he said looking ashamed.
"Please go," Sam whispered, her head down.
"Sammy please," her father pleaded.
"Bye dad," Sam said closing the door but leaving her hand lingering on it for a moment. When she turned back Freddie saw tears in her blue eyes.
"Babe," he said sadly as he wrapped her in his arms. She cried against his shoulder, not trying to withhold her tough girl demeanor at all. Slowly her sobs stopped and she pulled away from his embrace.
"Go, you're gonna be late," she said wiping her eyes.
"Sam if-"
"Go," she said again more forcefully then softening her voice, "please." Freddie reluctantly moved back to the bedroom to change. When he emerged Sam wasn't in the kitchen or living room, he checked the nursery but she wasn't there either. He opened the door to their small study and found her admiring a painting on the wall.
"I'm gonna head out," he said from the doorway.
"Alright," she said without turning around.
"Call me if you need," he said walking towards her.
"Will do." He placed a hand on her shoulder and spun her around to look at him so he could place a quick peck on her forehead. She seemed to stiffen at his touch but he didn't push it. After he left she sat in the chair and cried for hours.

Sam meandered around the apartment at noon, for the first time in months she didn't feel like eating. She was starting to feel pains in her stomach and back, but attributed them to stress brought on by her father. She thought about calling Melanie and asking why she had gone looking for him in the first place, she wondered if she even knew he was in Seattle. Or was he? Had he already left, he was good at disappearing fast. She sat down on the couch and gently stroked a hand against her stomach. Could be any day, she thought back to Sasha's words yesterday when they went over for dinner. She was ready, she had waited months and was ready to meet her daughter.
She'd have dirty blonde hair, she decided, and her eyes. She'd finally be able to dress her in that little purple onsie with the elephant on it, and swaddle her in that hand crocheted blanket Freddie's mom made. She was even getting excited to see her in that awful Galaxy Wars outfit. As she pondered on her daughter she barely noticed the sharp pains in her side and lower back becoming more frequent. Her eyebrows furrowed as she sat up and held her stomach as another pain passed. She reached for the phone sitting on the coffee table and tried Freddie's cell. No answer. She was about to try his office phone when she suddenly decided against it, she didn't even know if she was in labor and if she was he would be home in a few hours anyway.
She looked around the apartment and everything just seemed messier than usual. Sam rarely minded the clutter but right now it was driving her insane. She cleaned up the living room first then moved on to the kitchen and started the dishwasher. She was half consciously timing the contractions but they were almost twenty minutes apart. She peered into the nursery on her way to the bedroom, the only spotless room in the house. As she entered the bedroom she nearly stumbled back as pain engulfed her. She held the doorframe tightly in her hand as she let out a shaky breath. She almost made it back to the bed when her water broke.