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Chapter 21
Samantha Madison. Officially four months pregnant!

Yes, that's me!! Four down, five to go!

In two weeks, when I'm eighteen weeks preggo and have hit the half way mark, I am going to find out what gender babies I'm going to have! How cool is that?

My belly keeps on growing. Well, ever so slightly, but still...the bigger the worse. School starts up in a month and, by the looks of it, I won't be able to hide my inner pregnant-ness.

As it is, David is definitely not going to Harvard anymore. He's going to the Smithsonian Arts College now, hoping to graduate in his goal career.

Mr. Prez is not so happy with David's college change. I couldn't be more thrilled. I mean, it's not like David wanted to go to Harvard anyway. Prez only wanted him to because it was "only the most prestigous college in America." Blah, blah, blah.

So, here's an update on the last two weeks:

1) David's dad has not called to apologize yet, therefore making David have lived with us for a month now. Not that I mind. Dude, I'm all for it.

2) Catherine is finally out of the church retreat to re-purify her soul - she's on the plane back as we speak. I'm meeting her at the airport!

3) I think Lucy and Harold are Doing It. They've been way too love bird-like lately. Who know? Certainly not me - not that I even care, whatsoever...

4) Rebecca is acting majorly weird. She's putting on make up now. I mean, my genius, tomboy sister is putting on MAKEUP!! That does not happen!!

5) Rebecca's thirteenth birthday is in a week. I'm thinking about getting her a real bra...she kind of needs it - she still wears training bras and is almost thirteen. If she's going to walk the walk (putting on make up) she has to talk the talk (wear a decent bra). My figuring...

6) Theresa is actually talking to me again. Harshly and icily, yes, but talking. That's an improvement, if you ask me.

7) Mom is already buying baby clothes for girl babies. How does she even know I'm not having two guy babies?

8 Dad's chilled and is acting like himself again. Thank God, too.

9) I quit Susan Boone's art class. I don't exactly feel like having her criticize my work right now. Hormones, you know?

10) David is being so caring lately! Even more than usual! Like, for instance, he snuck up to my room yesterday and cuddled with me. Quite risky with Daddy, but he did it just for me. I have a feeling he's going to be a great father.

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I looked up at the kitchen clock. FIve o'clock. Time to get David and hurry up to pick up Catherine.

David had been napping on the couch (uuh, shouldn't I be the one napping?) and I had to give him a couple of slaps in order for him to wake up. Of course, I was gentle with him.

We got on the highway to the airport and in fifteen minutes we were there. Since we were past time that Catherine should've disembarked, I hurried up and ran as fast as a pregnant woman can run and got to the gate. David followed me shortly.

Catherine still hadn't gotten off the plane, so David and I took a seat.

"When do you want to tell her?" David asked.

"She'll probably know," I said, point to my belly.

"You're not showing too much," he said.

"David, yes I am. I'm fat!" I said.

"Sam, for the last freaking time, you are not fat!" he said, playfully kissing my forehead.

I sighed. He was never going to admit it.

Soon I saw Catherine's familiar face walking out of the gate, pulling her luggage behind her.

Catherine had gotten a whole lot girlier over the year, so she did the girliest thing possible and shrieked, "SAM!!"

I laughed and ran to her. "Nice to see you!"

She let go of all her luggage and hugged me. She started patting my stomach. "Have you gained weight, missy?"

Catherine was still as clueless as ever. She was patting my stomach and didn't even realize I was pregnant.

"Yeah. Fifteen pounds!" I sighed.

"We'll go jogging and you'll lose it all. How did you gain it?" she asked and got ahold of her luggage again. We both started walking towards David who was just standing there, trying not to get noticed. Good thing he was wearing shades.

"Uhh, long story," I said. I was hoping she'd take it as a hint I didn't want to talk about it in front of David, that way we wouldn't have to discuss the Subject just now.

David shot me a glance as if saying does she know? I shook my head.

He gave me another glance told ya. Fine, David, you're always right. Congratulations on being a genius, genius!

We started walking towards the car in quiet. Well, Catherine was blabbing on about all the purification ceremonies they did on her, to somehow let her gain her virginity back. Thing was, she was a virgin still. Her mom insisted she wasn't though, so she had to go through holy hell.

As we approached the car, there were a bunch of newspeople all around.

When one spotted me and started yelling and hitting their camera crews to turn in our direction, everyone started talking all at one.

"Samantha, is it true you're pregnant?" one asked.

"Samantha, how long are you pregnant?" another asked.

They all started shoving thier microphones in my face.

"Sam, you're pregnant?" Catherine asked in disbelief.