Chapter 26: Waiting...

FREDDIE'S POV:

The longest day of my life.

"She's going to be okay, Freddo," said Spencer, sitting down beside me.

It would have been more reassuring had his voice not cracked right in the middle of the word 'okay'. that one little 'break' gave so much away. He wasn't as confident as his words were trying to portray.

"Spencer, what if…" my voice trails off.

"Listen," his hand rests on my shoulder. "Sam is a strong girl. If anyone can make it through this, she can."

Strong doesn't necessarily mean she won't be emotionally destroyed if something happens.

I'm not trying to be negative. I don't want anything to happen to the baby. It's ours. For all intents and purposes. We have worked so hard to stay together. Trust me, it's been an adventure. A long, twisty path of ups, downs and around the corners.

"Spencer…" I say, quietly.

"Yeah?"

"I asked her to marry me."

Spencer's head turns to face me suddenly. His eyes widen. Before he can say anything else, Carly shows up, looking like a real train wreck of a mess.

I didn't blame her though.

"How are you Carly?" Spencer asks, as she sits down on one of the chairs.

"I'm scared," she said, in a small voice.

Her face was pale, she brought her legs up to her chest and buried her head into her knees slowly. Much like a small child when they think that there's a monster hiding under the bed on in their closet.

I stood up and walked over to where she was. Placing an arm around her, comfortingly, her head leans onto my shoulder.

"What did she say?" Spencer questioned me, in a quiet, calm voice.

"…she hasn't given me a definite answer yet." I reply, looking to man, straight in the eye.

Carly looks up, and sees both me and Spencer having a staring contest. It wasn't intense glaring or anything.

"What are you two talking about?"

"Nothing," I say, motioning quickly to Spencer to not say a single word about this.

It's not that I wanted to keep it all a big huge secret from my best friend. But. I just wasn't sure where Sam stood on the whole "getting married" issue. Ever since today had begun, and I found out about her being rushed to the hospital, this idea was spinning around in my head.

Sure, it had been three months since I last asked her. Or was it telling? Hmm.

I couldn't stop thinking about it.

"Mr Benson?" a nurse inquired. "You can go in to see Miss Puckett now. She's sleeping, though."

Not being able to reply, I leave Spencer, who is deep in thought, probably, also Carly, who is sniffing a little, and go into the ward.

As soon as I see her, laying on the bed, peacefully. I can't help but tear up. Sam. My one and only.

I sit by the side of her bed, and admire just how beautiful she really is.

A drop of warm salty water runs down my face and I reach over to take her hand, gently. Caressing it, stroking it, I close my eyes.

"I love you, Samantha Puckett. I always will love you, no matter what," I whisper. "I'm staying here, with you. I'm not leaving or abandoning you. I can't. I won't. We will get through all of this... together."

Standing up slowly, I lean over, pull some lose curls from her face and press my lips to her forehead.

I sit down, pat her hand one more time, and then hear some footsteps. A small knock at the door, makes me turn around, and I see Carly, standing in the door frame, looking too weak and fragile to even stand anymore.

Neither of us, nor Spencer, got any sleep for a whole twenty-six hours.

Not like I could sleep, with Sam being in the hospital and the mere possibly of- well… let's just say… I couldn't go to sleep when someone I deeply care about is laying in a hospital bed.

"Is she-" the brunette tries to say, I interrupt her.

"She's just sleeping. I think the doctor had to give her some strong pain killers to put her to sleep. You know how our Sammy is a fighter…"

I crack a weak smile, but Carly isn't paying attention.

So, leaving her to talk to Sam, alone, I walk back out to where Spencer is.

It's like there's something he really wants to say. But can't say it. Maybe it's to do with the whole 'marriage to Sam' thing. Maybe it's the 'Sam being pregnant' thing. Maybe it's not even related to Sam at all.

"You really love her, don't you, kiddo," he says, not looking at me.

"With all my heart and soul, Spence."

"I see that."

Again. Something he wants to say, is being left unsaid. I sit down next to him, slowly.

"Spencer," I say. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Then why do I feel like you're keeping something from me?"

"I'm not."

Okay. So I really want to know what he's hiding. For now, I let it slide. Because one thing matters for now and that is…

…making sure Sam gets all better.