A/N:

Hey so I know I haven't posted in a while. I'm sorry. I've had a lot on my plate, between sports, socialising and schoolwork, as well as a couple of personal things. To that insensitive, annoying reviewer who wrote this…

"So is this story just done, or are you ever going to post again? If you choose to post your stories online, you have a certain responsibility to us readers to post regularly. You not posting for a long time is rude and disrespectful and honestly, I'm just sick of you doing crap like this. Post now, or I stop reading, and I tell all of my friends to stop reading too."

First of all, I have no obligation or responsibility to put out chapters, especially to annoying pricks like you.

Second, I don't think you realise how much time and effort it takes to put out a chapter. Although it might take you maximum 10 minutes to read it, it takes several hours of intense writing and concentration for me to write. With everything going on in my life, I just don't have the time to write that much.

Anyways, that's it. Here's the chapter…

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The day of the breakup…

After Miguel left Sam's apartment, Sam immediately broke down. Her heart was pounding, she could feel sweat start to bead on her forehead, and she started trembling. As she processed what had just happened, she could feel her body begin to quake even more, and she buried herself deep into the covers of her bed. She felt her mind begin to spiral out of control. The room started to spin. She could feel an extremely heavy weight pressing down on her chest, strangling her and constricting her breathing. Tears began to stream down her face, and Sam let out a couple of loud sobs as she thrashed around on her bed, trying to free herself from this terrifying wave that had crashed over her. After a couple of moments of intense struggling, Sam eventually closed her eyes and forced herself to clear her mind. Miguel and their breakup were swiftly temporarily removed from her mind as she felt her heart rate slowly decrease and return back to normal.

Once her attack had finally subsided, Sam lay back and her head hit the pillow. She put her head in her hands, attempting to wipe away the incessant stream of tears running down her face. Now that the worst of her brief panic attack had passed, Sam's mind finally started functioning properly, and she was able to calm herself down as much as she could.

"Okay, Samantha, listen up." She told herself. "You need to calm down. You're a strong, independent woman. You're not going to be one of those chicks who go absolutely crazy over a guy!"

Eventually, Sam returned to a state of relative calmness, and that was when she finally could process the emotions she was feeling. She felt… betrayed. And upset. And above all else… furious. Her 2 year relationship with Miguel had ended in the blink of an eye. No warning. No chance to brace herself. Nothing. Yeah, she knew things weren't great in their relationship at the time, but she figured that because Miguel had always told her that he was about to be stationed domestically, they could work things out. Despite everything, up until the breakup, she still did believe that her and Miguel were going to end up together. That's another reason why the breakup had blindsided her.

Sam looked down and closed her eyes, before slowly standing up and trudging downstairs to the mini bar, grabbing a bottle of tequila and walking back into the kitchen. She knew it would probably be a bad idea to drink while she was sick, but she didn't care. She needed something to help block out the whole plethora of emotions she was feeling.

If only she had just left the tequila in the cabinet, maybe the outcome of that night could've been different…

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GLUG! GLUG! GLUG!

Sam threw back shot after shot after shot, not stopping for even a single moment, letting the liquid pour straight down her throat, coughing and gagging slightly as she felt the burn. Little did she realise that across town, her now ex-boyfriend was doing the exact same thing. However, unlike Miguel, the alcohol didn't blur her thoughts. The opposite. In fact, it made her thoughts a LOT more clear. Her break up with Miguel was not her fault. In fact, it might have been a lucky break for her. Miguel had been taking advantage of her, and had been taking advantage of their relationship. He had used her as a place to crash, an easy lay and an ear to rant his problems to. Sure their relationship was great when Miguel was in town, but he was only in town for a month or two every year. A one year deployment to Afghanistan had been quickly followed by him being stationed at home, but travelling on missions around once a month with no prior notice for him or her. Then came Islamabad, which brought with it a whole new kind of horor. They had no clue when he was coming home as troops had been frozen, followed by her thinking he was dead for 12 hours after the incident at the embassy. It had been a far from perfect 2 years, to say the least.

And in that two years, Sam and Miguel barely did any of the things they said. Sure they had moved in together, but they hadn't really lived together that long because of Miguel's missions. They hadn't gotten engaged, let alone married, and kids weren't even in the picture. She was 28, going on 29 pretty soon. She wanted more than her relationship with Miguel offered her; she needed more. Miguel had clearly shown that his job was just as important, if not more important than any of his relationships with a girlfriend, family and friends. And that was fine - his job saves and helps countless people every year - but it just wasn't compatible with Sam's needs.

So what now? Sam thought to herself as she closed her eyes. The minute her eyelids fell over her ocean-blue eyes, enveloping her in darkness, Sam's mind flooded with color and she saw one clear figure amidst the blurriness: Robby. But she didn't see the Robby that she dated for 2 years a while ago. She saw the Robby that she had met a week ago. The new Robby that had cleaned his life up, and was ready to provide Sam with everything she wanted and needed in a partner. Someone she could start a family with. Spend her life with. With Sam's stomach filled with alcohol, her inhibitions and common sense fully down, Sam made a decision right then and there: she needed to get to Robby's house. She then slowly got to her feet, but when she finally opened her eyes, she nearly jumped 5 feet in the air in shock… standing a couple of feet away from her was none other than Miguel! He smiled faintly at her, tired lines etched across his face.

"Hello, Sam…"

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"M… Miguel?" Sam stammered. Miguel nodded, but Sam immediately knew that this wasn't actually Miguel. This was some product of her imagination, concocted by her drunk mind.

"Hey. Remember me? The guy you broke up with less than 5 hours ago?" Miguel said, quietly. "I thought I'd pop by given that you're about to go and sleep with someone else while drunk, less than half a day after ending a 2 year relationship."

Sam shook her head, furious in her drunken state.

"How dare you?! I'm not going to go sleep with Robby right now!" Sam exclaimed in a temper. Miguel, however, was deathly calm, his voice no louder than a faint murmur.

"Oh yeah? Then why are you wondering if he is still as good-looking naked as he was two years ago?" Miguel responded, cooly. Sam's heart dropped, and she was extremely taken aback. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't thinking about that somewhere deep inside her, but she couldn't let him know that.

"I'm not thinking about that!" She cried, weakly. How could he possibly know that? Her mind began to race and she could feel her temples begin to start pounding. One part of her felt extremely guilty now that Miguel was calling her out, but the other felt indignant and the undying need to prove her innocence.

Miguel merely sighed and chuckled quietly. Sam wasn't sure she liked this Miguel, even if he was a figment of her imagination. He seemed extremely melancholic, emotionally beaten within an inch of his life. He sounded... defeated.

"Sam, I'm just a concoction of your subconscious, remember?" Miguel remarked calmly. "If I say you are feeling something, it means that there is a part of you deep inside that feels this way. The fact that I am even here arguing with you shows that there's a part of you that knows that sleeping with Robby right now would be wrong. You're drunk, but you can do the right thing. Turn around and walk back upstairs and get some sleep."

Sam eventually nodded. She knew, deep in her heart, that he was right. This was wrong. She shouldn't start sleeping with someone else so quickly after breaking up with Miguel. Although she knew that breaking up with Miguel was the right move, their relationship meant more to her than something that she was over in a matter of hours. She needed time to process things before going after Robby, if she even would go after Robby. She was feeling more unsure than ever about her emotions, and the alcohol in her blood was far from helping. She felt torn, her heart ripped in two. She had never felt so lost in her entire life. Sleep with Robby tonight? Wait, but eventually date Robby? Wait and eventually try and get back together with Miguel? Every time she tried to remove the possibility of Miguel from her mind, he somehow managed to fight his way back in. There was too much between them for her to just dismiss the possibility of them getting back together eventually when he retired. After all, a SEAL wasn't exactly the kind of job you could get old during. Miguel was bound to retire at some point soon, but she didn't know when and couldn't just wait around indefinitely.

Sam put her head in her hands and groaned, turning away from Miguel. This was awful. She was flipping between the two guys in her head like pancakes. She NEEDED to decide. But more importantly, she needed some rest as her mind could barely function.

"Okay, you're right." She eventually said, turning back towards Miguel, her eyes widening in shock when she realised he was gone. Sam sighed to herself. Although it was all made up, having Miguel there in her head was weirdly comforting, especially given that she didn't know when and if she would see him again. Sam then slowly stumbled towards the staircase, where she practically had to drag herself up step by step, her drunkenness making it impossible to move properly. Around halfway up, Sam tripped and fell flat on her face, the smooth carpet the only thing preventing a broken nose.

"Argh. Fuck." She quietly swore to herself as she pulled herself to her feet again, her head pounding and her ears ringing from the fall. Sam slowly looked up to continue walking up the stairs to her bedroom, but this time she immediately stumbled backwards. Perched on the top step, watching her struggle to make her way up the stairs was none other than Robby Keene…

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"Hello, Sam." Robby grinned at her.

"Robby…" Sam whispered, less surprised about seeing this made-up image after seeing Miguel moments before.

"Surprise!" Robby winked at her. "So… you're having doubts about me, huh?"

Sam sighed.

"Robby, look, I…"

"No, please. Let me talk for a moment, Samantha. I want to lay out all of the facts for you." Robby said, gently. "Miguel is a soldier in the United States Navy Special Operations. That's who he is, and he's damn good at it. He saves thousands of people by going on his missions, and he's not about to stop anytime soon. But more important than him… you."

"Excuse me?" Sam asked, completely confused and at a loss.

"You are more important. Your needs are more important. Miguel made his choice to stay in the Navy for as long as he did. It might have been a good choice. It might have been an awful choice. It just depends how you look at it. But the angle you need to look from is how well he suits your needs. You shouldn't have to sacrifice your dreams of a simple marriage, a house in the suburbs, and a family - which by the way is practically all you talked about when talking about the future when we were dating - just for the guy, nice as he might be. You need to eventually realise that you and Miguel are doomed, and the longer you spend dating him or hung up on him is the less time you are going to have to achieve your motherhood dream."

Sam was rendered speechless in shock, but the silence in the stairwell was completely broken when she heard a voice behind her.

"Well, that's a whole lot of bullshit." The voice stated. Sam spun around, wincing in pain as her head throbbed from her sudden movement, and she saw Miguel again.

Miguel walked towards her and took her hands in his.

"Sam, Robby's not right. He says that the longer you spend hung up after a breakup, the less time you are going to have for motherhood. What do you expect, to sleep with Robby and get pregnant tonight? Is that really how in 10 years, when your child asks "how did you have me", you answer?"

Suddenly, Sam was gently turned back around, as Robby placed a hand gently on her cheek, cupping it slightly.

"That's fair. I'm not saying for you to get pregnant tonight, Sam. But I am saying that the sooner you get over Miguel, the sooner we can finally have our happily ever after."

Sam winced. Robby had a point. Sam was feeling worse and worse with every passing moment as the two sides of her brain - the Miguel side and the Robby side - pulled further and further from one another like a mental game of tug-of-rope. Neither of them were letting up, and that meant agonising pain in her head.

"Look, Sam…" Miguel murmured. "Like I said before, the fact that I'm even here proves that you are having doubts. I'm not necessarily saying don't get together with Robby. All I'm saying is get some rest and ease your mind. Maybe things will be a lot clearer in the morning."

"Come on, Sam. You that you and I… that's where you want to be. We already lost the past 2 years. Why lose any more?"

"Sam, don't do it." Miguel said, his voice slowly rising in panic.

"Sam, do it." Robby returned.

"Sam, don't." Miguel repeated, pleading with her.

"Sam, you know you want to." Robby shot back, his eyes glancing, hopeful, at her.

"ALRIGHT, ENOUGH!" Sam suddenly bellowed, and before she knew it, both Miguel and Robby were gone. Sam then slumped to the ground on the stairwell and curled up into a ball, her mind whirring as fast as her intoxicated state would allow. She needed to think. What should she do?

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1 and a half weeks later…

"177, 178, 179, 180." Sam murmured to herself, exactly one week later as she sat in the bathroom late that night, a concealed pregnancy test in her trembling hand. For the past week, she had been feeling extremely unwell - nauseous and fatigued - and her period was late. The signs all lined up.

Wiping sweat from her brow, shaking slightly, Sam slowly held the pregnancy test up to the light, a clear + sign staring back at her. Sam's heart stopped. She immediately spun around, retching over the toilet, the test falling limp beside her. She felt like she was going to pass out. She couldn't believe this was happening to her.

"Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!" She screamed, tears bursting through a dam and pouring down her face. She should never have broken down and found comfort at Robby's place that night…

So that's the chapter. Sam's pregnant! Hope you enjoyed. Yeah, I know this chapter wasn't great, but I was having massive writer's block this past couple of days. I have a clear plan planned out from here and much less schoolwork so should be a bit faster updates now.