What had just happened? What did they do? What was going happen between Sam and Martin? All these questions blazed through Martin's head.

Samantha and Martin sat on his couch. They hadn't accepted the fact that she might be pregnant with Martin's child. They were somewhat in denial about it.

They laid flat on their backs trying to focus on the ceiling. They tried to think about anything that would get their minds off the problems they face. He then bowed his head down to look at Samantha. Sam rested her head on his chest. She however didn't give him any eye contact. She just stared at noting in particularly. Then Martin noticed that a single tear went down her cheek.

"Sam." Martin said.

Samantha remarkably ignored him.

"Samantha." He sneered.

"Yeah," She finally answered.

"Are you okay?"

"Except the fact that I could be responsible of carrying an innocent life, yeah I'm just dandy!" Samantha said ironically.

"You don't have to snap at me!" Martin said perplexed.

Samantha got up of the bed and walked around the room trying to calm down. But her mind vacillated back and forth of too many thoughts. "What! Do you expect me to be calm about this Martin?"

Martin rose out of the bed and faced her.

"Did you expect me to be happy? Did you expect that this is the best thing that could happen for us?" Samantha voice rose even louder as she got even more angry. She covered her face with her hands frustrated.

"You just need to settle down." Martin said politely.

Samantha folded her hands around her chest and gave Martin an ambiguous expression.

Martin pushed her hair aside so he could rubbed the back of her neck, "We just need to take this step by step."

She pushed him off of her, "No Martin!" cried Samantha. "This isn't one of our cases. This is our life. My life to be more precise."

"We shouldn't be stressing over our arguments. Especially maybe even something that isn't even true." Martin yelled.

"You think I'm lying?" Sam taunted him.

"I think you're afraid to that test." Martin said

Samantha hated Martin's presumptuous reply. She could not believe his impudence. His sobriety wasn't what Samantha wanted. It wasn't what she needed right now.

"I'm leaving," Samantha said.

"Samantha. No! No." Martin was agitated, "You're going to stay here so we can figure this out!"

"I didn't come here to figure this out Martin!" Samantha gave him an ignorant response.

Martin was straightforwardly confused, "Then why did you come?"

Right now Samantha was precariously unstable with her emotions. "As much as a clever guy you are, from time to time you can be really dense. Why do you think I came here?"

Martin was merely stupefied by the question. He did not know what to say. He did not know what to say that wouldn't get Samantha upset. But his seclusion wasn't any better because Samantha started heading out the door.

Before she left though, she pecked her head through door, "I came here to be with you Martin. Just to be with you. When you think you trust somebody, propinquity is a good thing." She left.


Later that night Martin found himself sitting on his couch just drinking a cold bear. His mind wavered back in forth about what had just happened. He did not even believe that it actually happened.

But he did know that Samantha yearned for a penchant amount of hope. And she looked for that hope from him. Nevertheless he objectively did not think about Samantha's feelings. He deliberately just wanted to know what she wanted to do. He made it impossible for her find any comfort from him. Since he tried to go way too fast in this situation he screwed things up with Sam.


Samantha found herself lying on her bead still staring at the ceiling. She was still in shocked. She never thought that she would be stuck in an implausible situation like this.

Samantha wanted to know why she ran away from Martin. He was just trying to mitigate her skepticism. This was a complex situation and all he wanted to do was understand the facts.

But did Martin want to have a child? Did he want to start a family? Did Samantha want to marry him? When she looked into his eyes, she knew that he wanted to move on in life. But could she move on with him?


WHAT DID BOTH OF THEM REALLY WANT?