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Chapter 20

Henry.

Sabrina's dad.

"Lucas," I answered.

Samantha smiled. "OK, his name is Lucas."

Then a doctor walked in with the nurse that had been there before.

"I came to check up on mother and baby," the doctor said. He had dark brown hair and eyes and his accent wasn't as bad as everyone else's.

Samantha smiled at him. "We're doing just fine," she told him.

The doctor nodded. "And I'm quite surprised," he admitted. "That child was very hard to give birth to."

"I wonder why," I mumbled.

The doctor raised his eyebrows at me.

"What's your name?" I asked.

The guy had a name tag but I couldn't read French. I hadn't bothered to learn to since almost everyone around here speaks English because theres so many tourists.

"I am Michael Abel," the doctor replied.

"I like the name Michael," Samantha commented. "Let's name our second baby boy that!"

If we ever have another kid.

I gave her a nervous smile.

"Is this your first child?" Michael asked.

"Yes," Samantha answered.

Michael nodded. "That's what I thought," he said. "You are both very young."

"Well, you look pretty young for being a doctor," Samantha told him.

Michael blushed and smiled. "Well, I just got out of medical school," he replied.

"Are there any pediatricians you recommend?" Samantha asked and smiled down at Lucas. "I want to make sure my baby has the very best."

And yet you get mad at me for trying to make some more money.

Michael nodded. "I will give you a list of the very best that work here," he answered.

Samantha smirked and looked up at him. "Will you be on that list?"

Wait, is she actually flirting with him?!

Michael blushed again. "I wish I was," he admitted.

And right in front of me too!

"OK!" I said loudly.

Samantha frowned slightly and looked down at Lucas again.

"You have a question?" Michael asked.

"Yeah," I answered. "When can we get a DNA test?"

Michael raised his eyebrows and glanced over at Samantha.

She shut her eyes tightly and said nothing.

Michael turned back to me. "Right now if you would like," he answered.

I nodded. "OK."

I was honestly starting to feel a little sick to my stomach.

Do I really need to know? What if I just leave right now and never come back? What if I just pretend I never knew I might possibly have a child with Samantha?

"We need a blood sample from mother and father and baby," Michael said.

Samantha sucked her breath in and opened her eyes. "I don't like needles!" she admitted.

Wow, I didn't know that. Shows how much I pay attention to her nowadays.

"That's alright," Michael told her. "You can just hold your husband's hand."

Samantha beamed at me.

"We're not married," I growled at the doctor.

Samantha looked down and said nothing.

"Oh," Michael seemed to give Samantha a pitying look.

Why am I feeling jealous all of a sudden? I couldn't help wondering. Does that mean I still have feelings for her?

"I will go get the needles," Michael told us a bit awkwardly and left.

"Puck?" Samantha said quietly.

I sighed and sat down next to her. "Yeah?" I answered.

"We've been together for more than a year now."

My eyes widened. "We have," I realized.

I've been gone for more than a year now now. Sabrina won't take me back.

I closed my eyes.

"You said people should date for a year before getting married," Samantha told me.

"I know," I mumbled.

I felt her touch my arm gently.

I opened my eyes. "Sammy?"

"Yeah?" Samantha answered.

"Why do you even still wanna marry me?" I asked. "I've been such jerk to you for most of the year we were together!"

"Puck," Samantha said and shook her head. "I love you, how many times do I have to tell you that?"

I leaned over and gave her a small kiss on the lips. "I don't deserve you," I answered. Sabrina.

"I never appreciated you the way I should have." Sabrina.

I closed my eyes. "I love you," I whispered.

But you're probably over me by now, Brina. And I don't blame you.

Samantha leaned her head on my shoulder. "I don't care when we get married," she murmured. "I just want to spend the rest of my life with you."

I opened my eyes and kissed the top of her head. "I do too."

I'm sorry, Sabrina, but I can't come back home knowing you won't take me back.

4 years left until Puckabrina is reunited. These are gonna be some crappy 4 years for Puck.

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