"Tucker, I'm sorry we didn't tell you before, I just didn't think we needed to tell you," I said, trying to get in my last few words, before he asked the question. I wanted to make sure that he wasn't going to be mad at us for it.

"Dude, I understand, but I have a question… how did she gain that much weight?" He asked.

I stood there for a second confused. Did he just say what I thought he just said? That has to be impossible… how could he have not found it out!

"Uhh… I dunno…?"

"Good enough for me! But wow… she has been packing on the pounds. Tell her she needs to go on a diet…" he said, and he started to walk out of the house.

"Wait… you came here just to see what was going on?"

"Yeah. I figured if I snuck up on you two, I would find it out, and look! I did!" He said happily, and walked down the hall, and turned around the corner, out of sight. I stood there in shock for a couple of minutes, then slowly turned around, and walked back into the room, to let Sam know. Once again, when I entered the room, my ghost sense went off, but this time I ignored it.

"Does he know?" She asked me first thing, and she sounded kind of nervous about it.

"No, he thought you gained weight," I laughed, and Sam just stared at me for a second.

"Well, that's a relief," she said. She didn't find it funny at all, but she liked it that all he thought was that she had gained a lot of weight.

"Yeah, I guess. He is going to find out though you know."

"How? I mean, we can keep it a secret forever. He will never know."

"Sam, even if you make it past the part of having the baby, then who says he doesn't see the baby living here?"

"I can say it is my little sister."

"You think he is actually going to believe that? I mean, you have never said yet that you are going to have a baby sister."

"I can say she was adopted," she shrugged.

"You can say whatever you want, but he is going to find out."

"Well, let's not worry about it right now," she decided, and she scooted to the back of the bed, where the corners of her wall met, and leaned up against the wall.

"What to talk about now?" I asked her. She looked at me, and shrugged, and I could tell something was wrong.

"You Ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"You don't look like your fine. What's wrong?" I asked her, in a soft tone of voice.

"Nothing Danny, I'm fine," she said, but it wasn't in very much of an effort to say it, and she didn't look like she was Ok, but if she chose to not tell me, I was going to just let it go.

"You can sit down," Sam said, since I had just been standing there.

"No, I'm fine."

"No, sit down. We can think of a name."

"You can have whatever name you want," I said to her, since really, I didn't even want to talk about the baby. After all, I didn't really want any of this to happen.

"No, please Danny? I want it to be a name we agree on."

"Ok," I said, and I sat on the ledge of the bed, next to Sam.

"Ok, any ideas?" She asked me, and I shrugged. I had always been bad at giving names to things.

"Come on Danny!" She joked, and nudged me. I smiled at her, and just had that look on my face like, 'it's not my fault!'

Yes, it still felt weird around her, but it didn't bother me much anymore. She still acted like she always had, and all you had to do was try and ignore the fact that she was pregnant, and it wouldn't bother me as much.

"Hey, I'm not good with names, you think of something, I don't wanna," I complained, and she just smiled and laughed.

"Let's just stop talking about it," she said, noticing that I wasn't feeling comfortable talking about it.

"Sounds like a good idea to me," I said, and she smiled, noticing that it probably was a good idea. She too seemed a little uncomfortable, so I didn't feel bad for making her drop the subject. Although, really, even after the subject was dropped, I was thinking of a name, although I was still not wanting to mention any. I didn't want to make myself seem stupid from mentioning a dumb name. Of course, I know that Sam would never care how dumb I was, but I still didn't want to make myself look stupid.

"I don't know what to talk about anymore," Sam said, breaking the silence that was filling the room.

"Well… we both have the same thing on our minds, I'm sure," I said, since I knew that both of us were going through a lot right now. Right now, not only the baby was on my mind, but also the fact that Valerie was getting so close to finding out about my powers. I didn't know exactly, which one I should be thinking about more, so they both were options to think about, although I tried to ignore them both. It seemed impossible to do though, unless somehow we could think of something else to talk about, which I am pretty sure, wasn't going to be that easy.

"Yeah, we probably do," she sighed. We both should have just let all our thoughts out, but why would we? No one just tells their thoughts, and besides, it would make both of us feel weird talking about the things on our minds.

"Just to think about it, in five months, we will be parents," Sam said finally, and once again, I got that weird feeling in my stomach, but tried to ignore it. I was being ridiculous, I was going to have to deal with this now, so why not just get used to it?

"Yeah, I know," I sighed. And in just five months, my life was going to become fifty times more harder than it already was, but I was going to have to deal with it anyhow. There was no way to escape what I had already gotten myself into, so I was going to have to face the facts, and at least Jazz was willing to help out some.

"And to think, when we are 18, she will already be four."

"Yep," I said, not wanting to think about that. What happens when we get older, what happens if we don't live together? Although… I would of course want to live with Sam… but you can never tell.

"And then what happens when we go to college? Where will she go then?" Sam asked. She had a million questions to ask, and I had the same questions. There were no answers for right now.

"I dunno. I'm sure our parents will have to watch out for her," I shrugged.

"My mom said she was all mine though, and all she was going to do was buy stuff for her, she wasn't going to help take care of her," Sam sighed.

"Well, my parents will, I'm sure," I said un-easily, since if Sam's mom wasn't going to, there was a low chance of my parents wanting to, and I was probably not going to want them watching after her, because the same thing that happened to me, might happen to her if she is around my parents, and their un-safe inventions. If that was the only choice though, I was guessing it was what we were going to have to live with. Wait… was I just worrying about her safety! Ahh! Maybe I am going to be a good parent then… at the age of fourteen…

"Yeah, I guess, but I still don't have a clue. Why are we worrying about all this stuff anyway?" Sam asked me, and then I laughed. She joined in to, but our laugh was broken when Sam's mom entered the room.

"What's so funny?" She asked happily, as she had always been like. I thought for sure she was going to hate my guts, but she didn't seem to care at all.

"Nothing," Sam told her, and we both immediately stopped laughing.

"I didn't mean to break in on things," she said, "But I wanted to tell you two I was leaving for a few minutes, and I will be right back," she said, eyeing me suspiciously.

"Ok," Sam said.

"But… You two are coming with me," She said. Sam looked miserable all the sudden, and Sam's mom just smiled.

"Come on," she said, waving us towards her direction. I stood up, and walked to the door, but stopped to wait for Sam. She stood up un-easily, and walked towards me. We went outside of her room, and followed her mom out to the car, and we just sat there, because her mom forgot something in the house.

"What is this all about?" I asked Sam. She shrugged, "There is no telling. She probably can't trust us alone," Sam sighed, and rolled her eyes.

"I thought for sure she would be mad at me, why doesn't she care?"

"Because, she says that I made the mistake, and she wasn't going to get mad about it. She said that it was my own problem, and that soon enough, I was going to get enough of a punishment for it. And as for not being mad at you, she says it wasn't entirely your fault either, and there was no reason to get mad at anyone, or start anything over it."

"Oh… positive thinking, I guess."

"Yeah, I got yelled at and everything for it, but she kept on repeating, don't worry, this isn't close to as much punishment as you are going to get later."

"Yeah…"

"You are the one that wanted to know," she laughed. Her mom opened up her door, and then slammed it shut once she was inside.

"I am going to take you two out to dinner. That way, I can talk to you about a few things," she smiled.

I looked at Sam, and Sam returned my glance, and we were both officially confused. I knew that there were a lot of things to talk about, but why was she going to take us to dinner? We parked in a parking lot of a restaurant, and we all got out of the car. Of course, Sam and I weren't going to eat anything, but her mom was going to try it anyhow.

We walked inside of the restaurant, and the first person I noticed, was Tucker sitting in there, with his family. Instantly, I stopped walking, and Sam did too.

"Umm, mom, let's just go home and talk," she said, trying to get out, before Tucker noticed us.

"Why?"

"Tucker is here," she whispered, and started to walk in the other direction.

"Oh, stop being a baby. If he finds out, he does. He is your best friend anyway, right?"

"Mom! He doesn't need to know!" Sam whined, and her mom just rolled her eyes, and continued to walk forward. Sam and I though, turned around, and started to walk out.

"Fine, we will go sit in the car and talk, but I am grabbing dinner!" Her mom said, and both Sam and I looked relieved. But, just as things seemed to be going well, Tucker saw us, and he came running up to us.

"Hey, you guys wanna come sit with us?" He asked us. I looked at Sam nervously, and she looked at me, then looked at Tucker.

"Uh… sure, let me ask my mom," She said. I looked at her puzzled for a second, but then figured she was only doing that because then we might not have to get talked to if we are sitting there for a while. Sam came back a few minutes later, and nodded her head, "We can," she confirmed.

"Cool," Tucker said, and we followed him back to his table. Sam's mom was soon to follow, and she sat next to Tucker's parents to talk to them, and we formed a group with each other to talk.

"You two aren't going to eat?" Tucker asked us, picking up his cheeseburger from off the table, and taking a bite out of it.

"No," I said. Of course, Tucker was probably still remembering earlier with Sam, and he didn't even lift his head to look at her for a response.

"I'm not hungry," Sam said. Tucker started to laugh, "You going on your diet?"

"Uh-hu… that is what I am doing…" Sam said, trying to act as though that is really what she was doing.

"Yeah, I thought you would be. Besides, how did you get that fat anyhow?" He asked her suspiciously, then continued, "Because before your disappearance, you weren't like that."

"I don't know how it happened," she lied.

"Uh-hu… I don't believe you. Did you really gain weight, or is it something else?"

"What else could it be?" Sam asked, challenging him pretty much.

"Umm… I don't wanna say it," he said and blushed.

"What is it?" She asked him, even though we both knew he had the right thing on his mind.

"Never mind," he said, since he couldn't say it, and Sam and I almost bursted out laughing, but we held it in, because then he would know what was going on. Tucker continued to eat, and we just sat there for a while, watching him eat, and it made me kinda hungry, but I didn't feel like eating. Especially if Sam wasn't, because then I would feel out of place.

"You guys been doing anything without me there?" Tucker asked, trying to make it sound as though he was left out of everything, so we would invite him over.

"No, nothing at all. Kinda just sitting around," I told him truthfully. After all, we hadn't been doing much but sitting around the place, looking for things to talk about.

"Really? Then I'm not missing anything?"

"Uhh… no.." I lied, since he was missing a lot right now. He wasn't getting let in on anything that was important right now, and I kind of felt bad for treating him like that.

"That didn't sound truthful," he pouted, and looked over at Sam, "What is going on?"
"Nothing, why?"

"Because… there is something going on! You guys are keeping things from me again!"

"Tucker, why would we keep things from you?" I asked him.

"Because, you just would. You have before a million times."
"If you want to spend the night, you can," Sam sighed, since she decided there wasn't any other ways to make him stop pouting.

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

"I will go ask my parents about it!" He replied happily, and ran over to the table next to us, asked his parents, and then came back all happy about being able to stay.

"They said yes!"

"Ok, happy now?" Sam asked him, frustrated with his dumb, whiny behaviors, and always getting into our business.

"Yeah, I'm happy. What's your problem?" He asked her.

"Nothing, I'm just tired I guess," she said.

"Hey you guys, ready to leave?" Sam's mom asked us, and we all nodded. Sam once again had that 'not feeling good' look on her face, and Sam's mom noticed, but she didn't say anything. That was probably part of the 'punishment' Sam was going to get.

We all got in the car, and we all ended up sitting in the back seat together, with me in the middle.

"What do you guys wanna do when we get back?" Tucker asked us after the car started up, and was on the road. I could hear rain hitting the roof of the car, and Sam was just staring out the window. Tucker was in his hyper mood, in which I knew wasn't going to be of any help to Sam.

"I don't know, just chill," I told Tucker, since I didn't want to get us into activities that Sam didn't want to do.

"You guys don't want to play games? Or go bowling in Sam's bowling alley?"

"How about we watch a movie?" Sam suggested finally, since she wasn't up to anything that would make her have to move around too much.

"Oh… fine. What movie?"

Sam and I both sighed, and shook our heads.

"Tucker, can you ever be quiet?" Sam asked him.

"Fine, I will be quiet again." And then under his breath he said "yeesh"

Ok, will Tucker find out? Will people find out about Danny's powers? Will things be Ok? Find out in the next Chappy! This one was a little longer!