Somewhere I Belong

Chapter Four

A/N: Thank you middiegurl08, wItHouT a tRacE fReAk, jtsideout389 and Tea for reviewing this story! I appreciate it. Tea: Thanks for the tip on the SM board. I'll probably post this story there too in a couple of days. Enjoy!

'He's awake.' Those were the words she had been waiting to hear for three months. Those were the words that she dreamed about hearing every night. She had thought that once he woke up she would feel nothing but happiness. But being in the elevator on the way up to Martin's room with Danny, she felt more than just happy. She felt nervous and anxious too. The elevator chime sounded and the doors opened, but she didn't get out.

Danny had already started walking but soon noticed Sam wasn't walking by his side anymore. Turning back around, he looked at her strangely. "Aren't you coming?" As soon as Vivian had told them about Martin waking up, Sam had practically run to her car in order to get to the hospital. Even though she was pregnant, she could still run pretty fast and he had trouble keeping up with her pace. She had been so eager to get to the hospital and now she was staying in the elevator. Sometimes he didn't understand pregnant women.

She stepped out of the elevator before the doors closed. "I…I'm not sure I should just waltz in there yet."

"Why not?" Danny asked, wondering what she was talking about. Seeing and talking to Martin again was all that she had wanted for months, so why was she standing out in the hallway with him instead of already being in Martin's room? Why was she delaying it? "He's going to want to see you."

"Maybe, but maybe not." Sam reminded him. "The last time we spoke to each other it was awkward and barely civil."

"He loves you though." Danny reassured her. "Trust me, he'll want to see you."

"But what about this?" She pointed to her belly. "As soon as I step foot in his room, he's going to realize that I'm pregnant. Is that really something that he should find out like that? He's just found out that he's lost three months of his life. Do you honestly think that this pregnancy is something that he should find out about right now? It would be quite a shock."

"Well someone has to tell him eventually." Danny reasoned. "It's going to be a shock no matter when you choose to tell him."

"I know, but…" she stopped herself. "I'm not making any sense, am I?"

He put his hands on her shoulders, finally understanding what the real problem was. "You're making total sense to me. You're nervous about talking to him, aren't you?"

"Maybe." She nodded.

"Don't be. Everything's going to be fine. But since you're so worried, why don't follow me into him room and hide behind me?"

She laughed, grateful to him for helping to erase her anxiety with humor. "You really think you can provide camouflage for me? I'm huge! I'd never be able to hide behind you."

"You're not that huge…yet." He smirked. Looking around, he found an alternative to having her hide behind him. "Here we go." He walked over to the nurse's station and grabbed a large floral arrangement. "Just hold this in front of your belly. It will hide the fact that you're pregnant."

"That's ridiculous!" Sam exclaimed, reluctantly taking the floral arrangement from him. "Do you really expect this to work?"

"Yes. Don't you ever watch soap operas on TV? They do this type of thing all the time when filming those shows." He explained. Seeing the confused look on her face, he decided to explain in greater detail. "If one of the actresses gets pregnant and they don't want to write it into the show they just stick her behind furniture or give her something big to hold in front of herself. Usually it's a shopping bag, purse, or sometimes a big hat, but this will do on such short notice."

She raised her eyebrow and looked at him like he had grown a second head. "How is it that you know all of this about soap operas?"

He laughed nervously and shrugged. "It's just something I seemed to have picked up somewhere along the way. Anyway, are you coming or not?"

She was going to give him a hard time about watching soap operas, but she wanted to see Martin. "Fine. I'm coming." She relented with one last laugh at Danny, following him to Martin's room. She let Danny enter the room first, preferring to take a few deep breaths and arrange the floral arrangement so that her belly wasn't showing.

Martin smiled when he saw Danny enter his room. "It's good to see you."

"Not as good as it is for me to see you." Danny smiled back as he approached Martin's bed. "How are you doing?"

"Ok I guess considering I have no idea what's happened these past few months." Martin replied, taking a good look at Danny. "So you're ok?"

"Me?" Danny asked. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just got clipped in the shoulder."

"Well, care to fill me in on what I've missed? How's Viv?"

"She's fine. She actually came back to work well-rested about a month and a half ago. She can't go out into the field yet, but she's content doing paperwork for now." As Danny answered Martin's question he wondered where Sam was. She had been right behind him.

"How's Jack doing?" Martin asked, glad to hear that Viv was doing better.

"He's…well he's Jack. Still moody as always." They shared a laugh at that comment. Danny noticed that Martin was bringing up every subject except Sam. It was almost like he didn't even want to talk about her.

"So have you had any interesting cases lately?"

"Not really." Danny replied, still wondering why Samantha hadn't come into the room yet. He also wondered why Martin hadn't asked about Samantha. He finally got tired of tip-toeing around that subject. "You know, Martin, she's been really worried about you."

"Who?" Martin asked innocently, pretending that he didn't know who Danny was talking about.

Danny gave him a stern look. "You know who I'm talking about. Samantha. She really cares about you a lot. The past few months have been hard on her."

"Yeah I bet." He replied sarcastically.

"I know that you two weren't on very good speaking terms earlier, but what's with this bad attitude toward her?" Danny asked.

"Oh I don't know." Martin sighed. "Maybe it's because she's pregnant."

Danny looked at Martin strangely. How did Martin know that Sam was pregnant? Who told him? And why did he seem so angry about it? "Who told you about that?"

"One of the nurses told me." Martin replied.

"Oh." He wasn't sure why Martin was acting this way towards Sam, but he soon realized what the problem was. "Oh, I get it now." Martin must not have found out the whole truth. He'd be in a better mood once he found out that he was the father. A smile formed on his face. "Did the nurse tell you who the father was?"

"Is it anyone I know?" Martin asked, quietly adding, "Please tell me it isn't Jack." He couldn't handle it if Sam got back together with Jack. That would destroy him.

Danny laughed at his comment, which earned him a dirty look from Martin.

"What?" Martin exclaimed. "That's not funny Danny."

"No you're wrong." Danny laughed. "That's actually the funniest thing I've heard in a really long time. Seriously though, you actually think Sam would…or Jack would for that matter? It's ridiculous."

His curiosity was starting to get the better of him. "So who is the father then? A one-night stand that never called her again? A boyfriend that dumped her? Has she been going through this by herself? And why is she even keeping this baby? I thought she didn't want children."

"Well, actually…" Danny was about to answer Martin's questions when he heard the door open. Without turning around he knew it was Sam. Why did she pick now to come in? All he needed was a few more seconds to tell Martin the truth.

Sam slowly entered the room, trying to make sure that the floral arrangement Danny gave her was positioned directly in front of her belly. "Hi." She greeted with a smile, unable to take her eyes off of Martin. It had been so long since she'd been able to see his beautiful blue eyes; all she wanted to do was stare into them forever.

"Hi." He replied softly. It was nice to see her again. She was holding some kind of floral arrangement in her hands, almost like she was hiding her pregnancy. She was also staring at him. While he was glad to see her, he couldn't help but feel hurt that she seemed to have moved on without him.

Danny looked back and forth between the two of them, wondering what the best course of action would be for this situation. He turned towards Sam, who had gone to stand at the foot of Martin's bed. "Um, Sam, I think the jig is up. You can put the flowers down. He knows."

"What?" Shock and a slight look of terror flashed across her face at the recognition of Danny's words. Then she felt slightly angry with Danny. "Why did you tell him? I thought that I told you not to tell him."

He held his hands up in defeat. "Hey, I didn't say anything to him. Apparently one of the nurses told him."

Sam sighed and put the flowers on a nearby table. Ok, so he knew. That wasn't the worst thing in the world that could've happened. She walked over to the other side of Martin's bed. Not looking at Martin, she spoke to Danny. "How much does he know?"

"Not much." Danny replied. "He did wonder who the father was though."

"You know, I am still in the room!" Martin exclaimed, surprised by how big Sam had gotten. The nurse was right. It was obvious that Sam was pregnant. Sadness reigned in his heart as he realized that her pregnancy probably signified a new life that she was building without him. She wasn't his anymore; he had made sure of that by dumping her. A part of him wasn't sure he wanted to know who the father was anymore. He was afraid that he didn't want to know. At least he could find solace in the fact that Jack wasn't the father.

"Sorry." Sam apologized. She clasped her hands together and stared down at them. "I guess since you know about the pregnancy, it's time to tell you who the father is." It was time to tell him, no matter what his reaction would be. "So, well, the father is…you. Martin, you're the father."

'Martin, you're the father.' Wow. He hadn't expected that. This was almost as shocking as finding out that he was in a coma for three months. Sam was pregnant with his child? How? When? Why? Questions swirled around in his head.

Of course certain things started to make sense, like why Sam would come to visit him everyday. But for the most part, he was confused and shocked. Did she want this child? Did she hate him for getting her pregnant? She had always told him that she didn't want a family. So why hadn't she just gotten an abortion when she found out? Was she happy about this? Was he happy about this? What did this mean for their relationship? Could they have a relationship? Although he had always wanted a family of his own, was now the right time for it?

Ok so maybe he didn't really have a choice about the timing. Judging from the size of Sam's belly, she looked to be at least five months into the pregnancy and maybe more. But what did this mean for their relationship? He broke up with her and they were barely speaking to each other. Now to find out that they're having a child together is quite a shock. Does she want him to be a part of this child's life? All of these endless questions gave him a headache.

"Ok, I'm gonna leave now and let you two talk." Danny announced, giving Sam once last smile for encouragement before turning to Martin. "I can't tell you how glad everyone is to have you awake again. I'm sure Jack and Vivian will be by later to see you." When Martin simply nodded to show that he heard Danny's words, Danny turned to leave. "Play nicely children." He said before leaving.

So it was then just her and Martin left in the room—along with their child. She let him have a few minutes to absorb this new information, but after about ten minutes of silence she became impatient. What did his silence mean? Was he just that shocked or was he trying to figure out a way to tell her that he wanted nothing to do with her? "Aren't you going to say something?"

"Like what?" He replied, staring out at the wall in front of him. He was still just trying to process all of the information that had been thrown at him.

"Anything." She bit her lip. This wasn't the way she had envisioned this scene going in her head. Maybe she had been naïve, but she had always thought that he would be overjoyed to find out that he was going to be a father. He had mentioned that he wanted kids and a family of his own someday. But maybe that wasn't the problem. Maybe the problem wasn't that he was going to be the father but that she was going to be the mother of his child. She knew that she loved him. She knew that she wanted a family with him, and she wouldn't want anyone else to be the father of her child, but did he want? Was there any chance of getting back together?

"What do you want me to say?" Martin finally asked.

She sighed, not liking the way this conversation was going. "I don't know Martin." He didn't reply so she continued. "I'm sorry you had to find out this way. I didn't want to spring this on you so soon after you woke up. I know it's a shock. It was a shock when I found out."

"When did you find out?" He asked, finally looking at her. Did she know about it before the shooting and hide that from him?

"I had my suspicions but I didn't find out for sure until the night of the shooting." She explained.

It helped him to know that she hadn't kept this a secret from him. "So what does all of this mean?"

"I don't know." She replied, unable to stop the tears that were forming. She was stupid to believe that he would be happy about this child and immediately embrace her back into his life. "I guess it depends on what you want."

"What I want." He echoed her words. "A few months ago we could barely have a civil conversation that lasted for more than thirty seconds. We had broken up Sam. Now I find out that we're having a child. It's a lot to take in."

"I realize that." She nodded. "I've had a lot more time to deal with this pregnancy than you have. Maybe I should go and let you have some time."

"I think that's a good idea." He didn't mean for that comment to sound harsh, but it did and he watched as she flinched at his tone.

She didn't want to leave him; she never wanted to leave him again. But she realized that he was dealing with a lot and needed time to himself. Still, there was something about his tone of voice though that made her feel like this situation was hopeless. "I really am glad that you're awake."

He didn't say anything to her until she reached the door. "Hey, Samantha?"

She turned around to face him, hoping that he'd say something encouraging to her before she left. "Yeah?"

He had wanted to tell her that he still cared about her, or maybe just thank her for coming, but he hesitated. "Nothing."

She tried to hide her disappointment that he didn't say anything to her. Not a 'thanks for coming by', 'it's good to see you', or anything. He didn't even ask about the baby. She wanted desperately to believe that he was just overwhelmed by everything, but she didn't know what to believe anymore. On the walk back to the elevator, she found Danny standing there. "I thought you went home."

"The tension in that room was very thick. I thought you might want to talk about it when you two were done talking." He explained, adding a touch of his special humor. "Besides, you were my ride here and I didn't want to spend money on a cab."

She gave him a small smile. "There's nothing to talk about." They entered the elevator together after the doors opened. "It was awkward and tense. I don't think he wants to have anything to do with me or this child."

Danny wrapped his arm around her shoulder. "I don't believe that for a second. He's just dealing with a lot. Be patient and I'm sure he'll be ecstatic about this baby."

"Maybe." She shrugged her shoulders. "But he didn't seem too happy right now."

"Just give it some time." Danny replied. He knew that Martin's reaction was a major disappointment to Sam, but he knew Martin. It might take him a while to get past the initial shock of everything that has happened since he entered his coma, but once he snaps out of it he'll be excited.