Both Sam and Martin felt they should wait a little bit longer before they told the team about her pregnancy. They thought it would be appropriate if they told the team after they found out that she was truly pregnant. Yes, Sam did take the early pregnancy tests three times. All three times the tests did turn positive. Nevertheless, they both felt skeptical. If they heard the official news from a professional doctor, they would feel more assured.

During this awkward times, Samantha hated being alone. Therefore, for the past few nights, Samantha has spent the night at Martin's apartment. More importantly, all three nights she felt much more comfortable. Everytime she was near Martin, he made her feel ubiquitously safe. She felt as if Martin and she were doing the right thing.

Today was the first day of their five-day weekend. It was perfect timing too. Martin and Samantha needed some time off from their stressing job.

At a quarter to seven, Martin came in his apartment with the newspaper, orange juice, and a bag filled with fast food for breakfast. Samantha was sitting at his dinning table having decaffeinated coffee (A couple nights ago, Martin had bought plenty of decaffeinated coffee).

"Hey." Samantha said.

"When did you get up?" Martin said. He opened the bag; there were pancakes, eggs, sausages, and biscuits.

Samantha simultaneously helped herself to a plate, "Not too long ago?"

Martin watched Sam grab a plate of food, "A bit hungry? Aren't you?"

"It's these cravings. I've been starving ever since my eyes opened." Sam explained.

As Sam began to eat, Martin grabbed cups for their orange juice. "How are you doing?" Martin said. Sam did not say anything. She just sat their lonely.

"Sam did you hear me?" Martin said again as he sat down.

"Yes Martin I heard you." Sam snapped. Sam left her plate and ran into the living room. For the past few days, Samantha has been very emotional. One moment she can be happy and then out of the blue she can get piss. She especially got mad if Martin accidentally said the wrong thing. Yet, if he did something passionate (like kissing her on the cheek, opening the door for her, or even brushing her hair) she would always get teary.

Martin chased after, "Sam I just asked you a simple question."

Sam pestered "I don't need you to be checking up at me every ten minutes."

Martin argued, "Will you stop badgering me Sam. God! Yes, I do check up on you once in awhile. But can you blame me? I want make sure that you are fine."

Sam debated, "I am an adult! I don't need you checking on me."

Martin pondered, "I know that. But I cannot help it. As much as I love you I want to make sure that you are absolutely Samantha."

Samantha's spirits rose. She did not know how he did it. She did not know why he was severely amazing. He always said the right thing at the right time. It like the common sense came natural to him.

Martin knew that he said the right thing. He did not know how he did it. Lately he has been a good male specimen. He was romantic, secure, and warm.

Martin stumbled over his words, "I just want to make sure that swe're doing this right. I want to make sure that we are transparent."

"I love you too Martin." Samantha placed his hands on his face and kissed.

Everything seemed heading in the right direction.