"Honey, you have to get in."

"How about I wait here for you?"

"Ainse, come on."

"Sam, I..." she sighed and bit her lip as she watched Sam move around the boat. It was the end of August and Sam was determined to take Ainsley out on his boat by the end of summer. Every time they tried to go, she would come up with some excuse or it rained. But now it was a nice day so Sam had dragged Ainsley off to the marina and refused to give her the keys to the car.

"You realize we've been together for a ten months and not once have you been on the boat."

"We began dating in the dead of winter."

"Winter lasts for three months. Come on."

"Sam..."

"Ainse, sweetheart, I promise nothing will happen." Sam held his hand out to Ainsley and she reluctantly took it, letting him help her into the boat. "I don't get why you're so nervous about going out on the boat. We went on that cruise for our honeymoon."

"That was different. That was a big boat."

"It is not different. It's a boat. They're all the same."

"They are all not the same. Some are big or small, sturdy or flimsy..."

"You're a worrywart, you know that?" Sam said, wrapping his arms around Ainsley's waist.

"Did you put sun block on?"

"Yes. Don't you trust me?"

"Yes. It's this boat I don't trust." Ainsley said.

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"Isn't it nice out here?" Sam asked. He was sitting down, Ainsley's back pressed up against his chest as his arms entangled her waist.

"Mmm... peaceful."

"And you were worried about coming on here."

"There's no one around."

"Yeah. That's a good thing."

Ainsley twisted slightly, staring up at Sam with her sunglass-clad eyes.

"Why? Were you planning on something?"

"I may have had a small plan to seduce you." Sam grinned, pressing his lips against Ainsley's. She smiled against his lips as she kissed him back.

"Seduce me." she repeated.

"Yeah."

"So then get on with it." Ainsley turned back around so she was facing the water and she smirked, feeling Sam's lips on her neck.

"You know, ever since you told me Donna and Josh weren't together, I've tried talking to Josh about it but he says that they never were together."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Even though Toby, CJ, and the President all say they saw them making out at our wedding."

"Seem like reliable sources." Ainsley jumped slightly as Sam slid a hand over her stomach.

"Yeah. But here's the catch,"

"There's always a catch."

"Of course. Remember last night I called and said I was working late?"

"You went to meet your secret lover didn't you?"

"Yeah. Me and Josh went to the bar."

"I knew there was something between the two of you." Ainsley teased. She turned around so she was facing Sam.

"Yeah, stop grossing me out. When we got there, he ditched me for this girl and they seemed pretty serious about each other. I don't think Donna and Josh were together."

"No. You're wrong."

"Hey, I'm busy seducing you here." Sam smirked. "Don't tell me I'm wrong."

"Donna and Josh were together. I know they were together. Something happened. Josh must've been an ass."

"How do you know Donna wasn't being a bitch?"

"When was the last time Donna was a bitch?"

"True."

"Or Josh was just being his typical playboy self."

"How about we worry about Josh and Donna later and worry about us right now."

"Sounds good to me."

"Good." Sam leaned over and kissed Ainsley. She kissed him back and wrapped her arms around him. He pushed her down onto her back, then pulled away from her, eyeing her for a second.

"What are you waiting for Samuel? An invitation?"

"Uh..."

Ainsley rolled her eyes and propped herself up on her elbows.

"Have your way with me." she drawled.

"Well, since you sound so eager," Sam smirked. Ainsley grabbed him by the t-shirt and pulled him down to her, their lips meeting in a heated kiss.

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About a little over a month later, Ainsley woke up earlier than she usually did and stared at the alarm clock. It was 5:15, which made her sigh, since she still had forty five minutes to sleep. Ainsley glanced behind her and saw Sam was still asleep, which didn't surprise Ainsley one bit. She tried pushing the increasing urge to vomit away but it wouldn't go away. No, she couldn't be coming down with something. She had too much to do at work. Ainsley went to remove Sam's arm from around her waist but he tightened his grip on her.

"Sam..."

He let out a grunt but didn't really wake up.

"Sam, get off me."

This time, he lifted his head slightly, a sleepy look on his face.

"Huh?"

"Move your arm."

Sam released Ainsley from his grip and she jumped out of bed, rushing into the bathroom.

"You okay?" he asked but his reply was a door being slammed. Sam laid there for a second then heard Ainsley puking. He quickly got out of bed and waited until the vomiting stopped to go into the bathroom. "Ainse..."

She looked up at Sam, her face pale and he instantly went to her side, sitting down next to her.

"Are you feeling all right?"

"No." Ainsley muttered, leaning against Sam. He kissed the top of her head as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "I don't know what's wrong with me."

"You've been like this for two days now. You should go to the doctor."

"No. I'm fine."

"Ainse, you're not fine. You're puking your brains out."

"Nice way to put it."

"And you've been tired."

"Yet I'm always up before the sun, puking my brains out."

"Call the doctor."

"I don't do doctors." Ainsley mumbled. She groaned and quickly leaned over the toilet. Sam pulled her hair out of her face and rubbed her back, feeling pretty helpless at the moment. Once Ainsley stopped again, she let out a shaky sigh and sat up straight.

"Call the doctor honey."

"No... I don't like them."

"I'll go with you." Sam said. "Just call."

Ainsley sighed and nodded.

"Come on." Sam stood up and leaned down, scooping Ainsley into his arms. She leaned against his chest as he carried her to bed. He gently set her down and she curled up into a ball as Sam pulled the blankets over her. "Go back to sleep."

"I have work..."

"Don't worry about work."

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"It's probably just a virus." Ainsley said, looking at Sam. "Right?"

"Yeah. Stop worrying." he said. They were sitting in an exam room at the doctor's office, waiting for her doctor to come in. The door finally opened and a tall brunette walked in.

"Hi Ainsley." Dr. Coleman greeted. "Hi Sam."

They mumbled their hellos and Ainsley stared at her doctor.

"Well?" she questioned.

"From what the nurse told me everything seems to be fine. I'm just going to need you to run downstairs to the lab to get some blood take to run some tests." the older woman replied. Sam saw Ainsley blanch and took her hand in his.

"O-Okay." she stammered.

"Let me just fill the forms out..." Dr. Coleman grabbed a paper and a pen and Ainsley looked at Sam, who rubbed her back. "Here you go. You don't need to come back up here once you're finished. They'll send the results up from a day to two days and I'll call you then."

Ainsley nodded and Sam practically had to drag her down to the lab, where they were led into a plain, white room.

"You can sit there Mrs. Seaborn." the technician said, pointing to one of the chairs. Ainsley just nodded and slowly sunk into the chair. Sam waited by the door but one look at Ainsley's face and he was at her side in a second, her hand gripping his tightly.

"It's going to be okay." he said quietly.

"No it's not."

"Yeah it is. It'll be over in a second. Maybe they'll even give you a lollipop if you're a good girl." Sam teased.

"Shut up." Ainsley said, laughing slightly. She saw the technician come back with the needle and swallowed, then quickly turned to Sam, burying her face in his arm. Sam kissed the top of her head and felt bad, hearing her let out a moan as she felt the needle go in her arm.

"Okay, you're done." the technician said. "Dr. Coleman told you the results should be in either tomorrow or the next day right?"

"Yeah." Sam nodded. "Ainse, come on."

"I hate these people." she mumbled, making Sam laugh quietly.