(Here's the possible final chapter for "The Futures of Sam and me". Thanks to my most popular reviewer, The Time Traveler for reviewing. Hopefully I'll get more reviews for this chapter. I'm happy with the number I have, but I sure would love to get some more. Now for the review reply.)

The Time Traveler: Thanks. You probably didn't have much to comment on because of how short the chapter was. I thought it was pretty short myself. What did you think of the birth scene? Hope you like this chapter.

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8:59 a.m. -- Sam's and Mine's Bedroom

The next morning, I woke up feeling refreshed from last night after Sam and I both fell asleep close to midnight. I got up out of bed, stretched my arms and my body, and went to check on Chad. Fortunately, he was sound asleep in his little crib right by our dresser drawers. I decided to wake up Sam. I took to our bed, and tapped her on her shoulder, but Sam was still asleep like she was out cold.

"Hey, sweetheart?" I said to Sam, hoping that she wasn't dead or anything.

Sam turned her body so that her head was facing mines and she was looking up at me. She briefly rubbed her eyes and yawned.

"Morning, Mathew," Sam whispered to me.

"You okay? Because for a moment you looked like somebody had knocked you silly and you ended up passing out," I asked.

Sam began to yawn again.

"No, it's not that, though it does look like it, doesn't it? Uh, Chad was crying in the middle of the night, I think around 3:00 or 3:30 a.m. and I had to wake up and calm him down for about a half-hour. That's why I feel like a wreck today. I don't think I can even wake up to swim or anything, even have breakfast,"

"Well, why don't you rest your stomach, and your body since your stomach is still a little huge from your pregnancy to Chad and he ended up crying in the middle of the night, and you having to calm him down for awhile. I'll make us some breakfast. Whaddya want?" I said to Sam.

"Maybe a couple of pancakes and the syrup, which is in the fridge," Sam answered.

"I'll do that," I said to Sam.

Before I went downstairs, I gave Sam a quick smooch on her forehead and went downstairs to make her and me some pancakes. I ended up making 3 pancakes (2 for Sam like she had said, and only 1 for me). I poured the syrup over them after I took it out of the refrigerator, put both the pancake mix and stuff away, then took the plate with Sam's pancakes, and a tray up to our room.

"Here's your pancakes, Sammy," I said after I came in.

I placed Sam's plate and the tray in front of her while I helped her sit up with my hand after I put down the tray with her pancakes on it. It was pretty easy actually. Although Sam's stomach was still pretty large due to her pregnancy, she still weighed 115 lbs.; I was now 145 lbs. Sam gave me a soft kiss after I placed her tray in front of her.

"Thanks, sweetie," Sam said to me after she kissed me.

I nodded my head as a way of saying "you're welcome" to Sam. Then, I began to eat my pancake with Sam while we watched some morning TV.

"I'm gonna take a spin on my bike," I said about 10 minutes after I was finished with my pancake.

"Okay, sweetheart. I probably might come out a little later today," Sam said to me.

"For now, I'm just gonna rest until I feel more than 100 percent, and until my stomach gets a little smaller,"

I gave Sam a brief smooch and I grabbed a pair of shorts out of the dresser drawers and began to change my clothes until all I was wearing was my shorts. I went outside to my shed and pulled out my gear bag and took our the same gear I was wearing last time. I pulled out my 2003 Honda CR250F 4-stroke dirt bike and began putting in a lot of laps. 4 hours later, Sam came outside with Chad cradled in her arms. She was wearing her green tanktop and some white shorts. As I came out of a right hand corner before the triple jump, I began to point my index finger at Sam and Chad. Sam pointed back at me after she put Chad in her other hand, which was close to her chest.

"Look, Chad, honey," Sam said to Chad pointing her finger at me.

"There's Daddy out riding his dirt bike,"

Chad was pointing his small little index finger at me and speaking in gibberish.

"Yeah, sweetie, that's Daddy," Sam said to Chad.

End of chapter

(Well, whaddya think? Bad? Sucked? Great? The best? In between? Give me your thoughts and I'll be sure to update as soon as I can over the summer, but I just want school to resume already; I hate school breaks, especially just one day off. It just takes me out of a rhythm that I begin to establish. See you all later.)