-Beautiful Mistakes-

Sam and Jake wake up to a surprise... Characters not mine. Rating for safety. Inspired by DSA's 'And This Happened How?' and Frankie Perez's song 'Beautiful Mistakes'. Just a note: This does take place when they're older, Sam's 18 and I guess that would make Jake 21-ish? Sorry this took me so long to get posted, but I've been busy and I was having trouble writing this chapter, I don't know why. I'll update again soon, Winter Tears, Perception and another fic all have the next chapters in progress and I'll post them ASAP. Review!

Chapter Three:

"It's about time!" Wyatt boomed as Sam and Jake walked in through the front door. "I was just about ready to send out a search party for you."

Sam swallowed, the yelling not helping the remnants of her alcohol induced headache. "Dad, we were fine."

"You were out all night long! I have no idea where you were! Start talking!"

Sam hung her head, the ring on her finger glistening in the light yet again, she'd told Jake she'd give it back as soon as she could get it off, she'd been tugging on it all morning and had only succeeded in making her finger sore.

"Samantha, where were you all night?"

Jake decided it was time to intervene. He'd rather Wyatt be mad at him than at Sam. "I got us lost," he lied, casting a glance at Sam, telling her to play along. "Eventually we fell asleep in the car. When we woke up we figured out where we were."

The older man looked skeptical. "You? Lost?"

Sam got the hint and followed Jake's lead. "It's my fault, I misread the directions."

Seeing an opportunity, Wyatt decided on further questioning. "Do you mind telling me where?"

"Ugh… umm… Las Vegas?" Sam clamped her hands over her ears, preparing for the lecture that was sure to come.

Wyatt was silent for all of seven seconds, his glare settling on Jake. "You took her to Las Vegas?" he bellowed. Had the target of his rage been anyone other than Jake they would have been cowering in their shoes.

"We had a picnic in the desert outside of Vegas," Jake corrected, though it wasn't entirely true.

"And then what? You walked around in the desert all night…?"

Sam looked to Jake, and he nodded his agreement. "No… We…" she then mumbled something incoherently.

Her father turned to her. "What was that?"

"We got married." Jake stated, fully aware he'd be lucky to escape the house alive.

"YOU WHAT?" His voice could be heard in the garden where Gram, was weeding, the ground shaking from the vibrations of his roar.

"Dad, calm down... really my head is throbbing and you keep yelling." Sam said as calmly as she could. Her jaw was clenched in pain, all the blood in her body pounding in her head like a bass drum. Why was he getting so made about this? She was eighteen now. It was her life; she could go out and marry anyone she wanted.

Jake and Sam were standing in front of him, the door to the kitchen shut as Wyatt paced in front of it like a caged animal. Both Jake and Sam stood still, watching him go back and forth until they were crossed eyed. It was a long time before he spoke again.

"I think I need to sit down." He stated blankly, falling into one of the chairs, hands pushing through his disheveled hair. They were just kids. How could they be so stupid?

Sam looked at Jake before speaking, "Dad, it's really not that big of a deal. We are going to go down to city hall and get it annulled, the first chance we get. Do you know how many annulments take place in Nevada? I mean we were really drunk, we really don't even know how it happened."

Luckily her father seemed to look past the underage drinking statement for now.

Jake felt a stabbing pain hit him hard in the chest. He felt like he had just been struck with a fiery bolt of lightening. He didn't know why he was upset or surprised at her words; he knew that is what she was going to want to do. Why on earth would she stay married to him?

"Going out and getting married is huge deal Sam. What else happened between you two?" Wyatt was hesitant to ask, but he had to know. He felt pain in his stomach clutching at his internal organs, the thought of his baby girl with Jake, or any man, making him sick. He couldn't take his eyes off of the sparkling ring on her finger, the evidence before him.

He got his answer by the blush on her pale skin; by the way she was starting to fidget under his intense gaze. By the way they both stayed completely silent. They had had sex. He could see it now; it was as obvious as the difference between night and day. It was written all over Jake's face, he was a man thoroughly satisfied. He had a twinkle in his eye, his body looking more relaxed then he had seen in months. His face was loose, a small shit eating grin hidden just barely under his masked face. He was standing close to Sam, too close for his liking. Just the way he was looking at her should have tipped him off. Hell, when he had called they were in a hotel room. He had hoped, no prayed was more like it, that nothing had gone on between them.

"Jake, get out of my house. I need to talk to Sam in private." Wyatt ordered, not even looking at Jake, his smoky blue eyes fixed solely on his daughter.

Sam wrapped her arms around her waist, not really wanting to be alone with him. He was acting crazy, like a raging beast would pop out at any moment and eat the two of them alive.

"Sir, this concerns me as well. I'm not leaving her alone in here with you while you're acting like this. Sam's a big girl and she can make her own decision." Jake ranted angrily throwing his hands in the air, something extremely uncharacteristic of the young cowboy.

"Is that why you got her drunk and took advantage of her?" Wyatt stood, shouting, unable to keep the anger at bay anymore.

"I took advantage of her!" Jake shouted back, taking a step closer to Wyatt, "I care about her more than anyone, I would never purposely hurt her and you know it."

The two men were squaring off, both with a rage in their eyes Sam had never really seen before. She needed to intervene before someone said or did something that they were going to regret.

"Guys!" Sam shouted, placing her self in the middle between her father and Jake, walking backwards so that Jake's chest was flush with her back. When there was a safe distance between them all she spoke again. "I am perfectly capable of making my own choices, and why don't you let me be the one to decided who is or isn't taking advantage of whom. I assure you, Dad, what ever happened or didn't happen between me and Jake was consensual and none of your business."

She felt like a rag doll, two vicious dogs tearing her from one end to the next. Why didn't one of them just pee on her and get it over with?

Wyatt nodded solemnly, moving to sit in his chair, shoulders sagging. All three were silent, only the faint sounds of the horses outside were heard. Wyatt slowly lifted his head, his tone coming out even and devoid of emotion.

"Well Sam, am I to assume sense you are such a 'big girl capable of taking care of your self' that you took the necessary precautions while," he paused trying to find the right wording, "you consummated your marriage?"

If you had blinked in the time it took for all the blood and color to drain from both of their ashen faces, you would have missed it. Sam felt as if is she had been sucker punched in the gut, the nauseous feeling she was fighting so hard to get rid of coming hurling back. She ran towards the trashcan, barely making it in time as she threw up the empty contents of her stomach.

Wyatt didn't even flinch, sitting emotionlessly in his chair as he watched Jake sprint by her side. He rubbed her back soundlessly as she retched again, his mind a million miles away. In the two hours he had been awake, thoughts of birth control had never, not once, crossed his mind. He didn't notice any condom wrappers in the trash. If her throwing up in the trashcan had anything to say about it, she wasn't on the pill either. Why would she be? It's not like they'd planned for this to happen.

"You okay?" He asked softly, helping her to stand as he grabbed a white sheet of tissue from the counter.

Sam nodded her head wiping her mouth clean, unable to meet his gaze, "Yeah... guess I'm still a little hung over. I'm gonna go wash my face then get a cup of coffee." She didn't look at either of them as she walked off, trashcan hugged to her chest, in a daze all her own.

Jake shot Wyatt a dirty look that said, 'look at what you made her do? I hope your proud of yourself.'

"I don't want you hanging around here anymore. I don't want you anywhere near my daughter. The last thing Sam needs right now is for you to confuse her." Wyatt said towards Jake's back as he walked out of the room after Sam.

Jake spun around, brown eyes meeting blue, "Why don't you let Sam decide what's best for her. Nothing has changed between me and her, I still love her, and I'm not going to start treating her any different."

Wyatt watched Jake follow Sam up stairs, despite his warning for him to stay away.